Over A Cup of Coffee...

Through my eyes

2011-12-01T00:03:00.001+05:30

Come with me

Walk beside me

Hold me up

And I shall show you

The world from my eyes

Together we

Appreciate exquisiteness

Of our being.

Come with me

Walk beside me

And we shall

Unwind for a while

Share and listen

Pause to reflect

Reminisce and admire.

Walk beside me

Hold me up

So I can make you

the world around me.

I miss those days

2011-10-05T22:19:00.001+05:30

Ah! I miss those days
when I could
put a cannister
on my head
and act as
a space cadet.

Ah! I miss those days
when I could
have a belly laugh
and roll on the floor
whenever I want to.

Ah! I miss those days
when dewdrops
charged me up,
Moon (Chanda mama) bewitched me
and when a
fountain was all
I wanted to
make my life perfect.

Ah! I miss those days
when everyday was
new for me
when I didn’t know
what future was
but all I believed
is that
it would be
bright like today.

Ah! I miss those days
when I unrestrainedly
embraced
and kissed
those who made me
feel good.

Ah! I miss those days
when the losing a toy car
was the biggest loss
of my life
and getting a new one
my greatest victory.

Ah! I miss those days
when I could laugh, yell
and outcry promiscuously
when I could
emote with
uttermost passion

Ah! I miss those days
when I could
get up, dust it off
and continue
with the same
exuberance.

Ah! I miss those days
when I didn’t know
the meaning
of politics, aim
aspiration, purpose
or envy.

Ah! I miss those days
when my existence
was uncomplicated,
my necessities basic,
my wants
restricted to candies
and a ride
on a toy trolley.

Ah! I miss those days
when I was
really, actually
content.
When I experienced
the happiness
and didn’t just
read about it.

Ah! I miss those days
when I was free.

A small respite..

2011-06-17T01:10:00.000+05:30

I have not writing regularly since last few months and there’s a reason why. There is definitely a lot going on in my personal and professional life but it leaves with me, a very little time to write.

It does not imply that there is a full-stop to my thought process. Ideas are invariably churning in my head, I am debating with my colleagues and friends, and reflecting to my actions. It is just that I’m not able to find the time to think it thoroughly, distill it, synthesize it significantly and showcase a logical line of thought.

I know that visitors don't visit this blog for a quick read. And I don’t want my visitors to leave with a feeling where they have nothing to introspect. If anyone's taking their time to stop by, I want it to be worth while.

I would want my reader to experience an “aha” moment or leave with some introspection to be done. And my inability to do so on a regular basis, I have been taking a break from blogging all this time.

I promise to be back to “regularly scheduled programming” as soon as I am able.

More than just lighting it up!

2011-03-12T04:53:00.000+05:30

I breathe you in

Suspire you...

Those giddy spins

swirl in the air

I suck you

Deep into me

As if a nicotine desire

or herbal withdrawal

I suck you

with rabidity...

You are

My daftness and my

Adrenaline, embodied

I breathe you in...

take you in so deeply

that you became

My scent...

My wind...

You turn into

The sweet lullaby

That runs through my head

And echoes

Its pleasant chorus.

I breathe you in

Like a delicate wine

and feel

Myself sigh

and quiver…

From the dizziness of

The high.

I Breathe you in

With both, prurient

and saintly

inspirations.

I feel my

blood cells race

and Stiffen

And flow with

the flitter of

unseen butterflies, as I

ideate gardens of

earthborn joys.

True that I breathe you in

Like carbon monoxide

Not aware if

Your aroma

will arouse or kill

Slowly. I breathe you

Into me...

give you a role in my

Blood flow's story

And so I

Si-i-i-i-i-iigh

till you sting

A cigarette…

that skids through my arteries

giving me wings to

The High of Heaven.

Replying to The High…

Resonating to The High

Smiling to The High

While I dance at the bottom

Every time, I cease my sight

To slowly

Deeply

Breathe

You

In…

I am one of you

2011-02-23T23:21:00.001+05:30

I may be socially impaired
I may not respond to you
I may not even smile back at you
But I am still one of you

I may not look the same like you

I may think and act differently

I may be lost in my own world

But I am still one of you

I may show unusual gestures
I may have different vocal patterns
You may call me language impaired
But I am still one of you

I may behave abruptly
I may injure myself sometimes
I may act a little insistent
But I am still one of you

I may not be able to concentrate

I may lack interest in things you like

I may typecast behavior frequently

But I am still one of you

I may not become as big as dad
or I may not make my way out
I may even die trying to get up
But I am still one of you

This may be a lifeless life
A flightless existence you may call it
A little attention is all I need
and then I can be one of you...!

Can't we do our bit to help people dealing with autism? Cant we help them finding their ways out?
Help them figure out their wings. They surely will fly!

Blah

2011-02-14T00:25:00.000+05:30

I feel

unimaginative

Exhausted

Hitch in the brain

and exploited.

creativity’s sayonara

credibly steered to

some other

locale

I feel corny

fatigued

destitute of

any good ideas

or sensibilities

no self-contemplation

or extroversion

I feel groggy

while my body is active

my head put

to rest

calms itself into

a dream-like state

I feel uninspired

old hat

fatigued (did I say that again?)

draggy

No more

excited

by anything around

I feel numb

bland

and bored

I feel dispirited

I’m just feeling

blah.

I had a home...

2010-12-10T20:04:00.000+05:30

Once

I had a home

just like you…

a spouse

kids

and a family

to care for.

Once

I had a home

where we celebrated

birthdays

anniversaries

dinners

and Diwali.

Once

I had a home

that kept us

from Nature

A space

we called our own.

Once

I had a home

Not only the walls

but an adoring

fostering space.

Once

I had a home

and I had

my stories to share

a life to look

forward to.

Once

I had a home

just like yours…

There are millions of people who were like you and me at some point of their lives, forced onto the streets because of poverty, mental disorders, lack of employment opportunities, war, and lack of affordable housing. These were people with regular lives, a name, a family, an identity. Now they just roam about the streets with no name and identity with a bag full of memories.

Imperfect Me

2010-12-05T03:40:00.000+05:30

I love

procrastinating things

even if they are

a piece of cake

And I can argue

until the moon

goes to bed.

I hate doing

laundry

and I am

never interested in

keeping

my things organized.

I am judgmental

and opinionated

and you've seen

me being a

back seat driver

sometimes.

I love my own

privacy

and want you

too to enjoy that.

I am ambitious

and have a strong

sense of dignity.

I may not

be lady-like

in poses

and idiosyncrasies.

I nag at times

And love to complain.

I am obsessed

with planning

and usually have

alternate plans

ready

in case

some plan fails.

I am sometimes

egoistic

and clingy

at the

same time.

I hate

losing my games

and may not mind

cheating.

I am not patient

or wise

and I may play

a loser sometimes.

I keep grudges

and it's always tough

for me

to let it go

even when I know

I should.

I am strongly opinionated

and will not

like being treated

with the perks

that comes with

"being a woman."

I am always

confused

about where

I want to be

and what

I want to do.

I lie at times

When I think it's a

fair thing

and also sometimes

because it gets "easier".

I give justification

for small things

where it doesn't call for

but still I have the

urge to.

I acknowledge

my "flaws"

and know that

perfection is

a misconception

a mirage

a unrealizable

paragon.

It doesn't mean

I don't try to

be a better person,

more liberal

less critical

more welcoming

less malign.

I never said

that I wont try

to improve

upon my shortcomings.

All it means

is agnizing

that perfection

isn't the criterion

by which

we judge

ourselves or

others.

I may not be perfect.

But my flaws

make me the

unparalleled person

I am.

They make me

real me

and not the one

I want to be

I am not perfect.

Are you?

Life's Beauty Revealed

2010-10-28T00:02:00.010+05:30

A wood pecker on a tree;

A spider’s web; a humming bee;

Flocks of birds surging high;

How the seasons say good-bye;

The rising sun in the east,

How eagle snaffles its feast;

The full moon when slowly wanes,

The smell of the earth when it rains;

Stars that shine all through the dark ;

Snails crawling around in a park ;

A kitty’s whir; a sparrow’s chirp;

Ever heard the mice slurp?

Butterflies wooing the flowers;

Cows jawing the wad for hours;

The whickering of a grazing horse;

Walls covered by a carpet of moss;

An ant stocking a grain of wheat,

Droplets sparkling like little beads;

Water that makes its own course;

A rabbit jerking its pink nose;

Wind blowing away the pollen;

Ever noticed the rabbit warren?

Man walks on the road of strife,

For him, work is life!

But stay for a moment to look around

the treasure of beauty… Oh! See around!

And you’ll cherish these moments for a long time,

These gifts of nature are the prime.

The work may be devastatingly absorbing,

But, these are the things that make our lives worth living!

My perspective

2010-10-11T14:15:00.000+05:30

Although it may seem, a lot of times, that there is nothing new to add to something, I think each of us bring a new perspective, new persuasion, new theme from a unique viewpoint.

I’ve wondered many times why anyone would want to read what I have to say – after all, it’s all been catalogued before by someone more learned, someone who’s proficient on the topic or has researched similar topic in depth, someone who has more wisdom and experience. And all this “better” content is reachable to anyone who wants to Google it.

So, why then, do readers visit this blog? Why do I spend my time and energy writing whatever comes to my mind? And I have reached the conclusion that it’s because I have something meaningful to add. Maybe the central idea has already been presented before, but I bring in my unique perspective.

The person I am today is a sum total of my experiences and that started from my birth itself. If I wasn’t born to middle-class parents; if I wasn’t their pampered child; if they hadn’t sent me to one of the best schools in the city; if I wasn’t encouraged and supported to believe in myself – the scenarios are endless. Every step of this way, I have had experiences, got opportunities, formed relationships that helped me evolve as an individual and shape a certain vantage point. That is what I share with you.

I, therefore, have something to add to what has already been said.

My own words “matter” because they’re pertinent, they present a different take that is mine, and a lot of “average” people can relate with them.
These aren’t just echoes in a shriveling chamber — this is my original voice in a fast-expanding, interconnected, heterogeneous online world.
I have a story to tell that no one, other than me, can tell.

Longing for tomorrow....!

2010-09-09T03:22:00.000+05:30

An entire day passed by
in a windstorm of activity.
Projects, phone calls, e-mails,
conversations and IMs.
Non-stop exchange of information.
Reactions. Joyfulness. Emotions.
Call for a pause button deepens .
No respite from the craziness.

As I splatter my face with water
I close my eyes and let my mind wander.
The chirping sparrow reappears.
And flocks of bird surge high

As I scrub my face,
It brushes of the tiredness.
The assignments. The deadlines. The pressure.
Into the passage they sink.
Disappearing like rings of smoke..

I then look at myself.
A streak of red
Brightening the tired kohl eyes.
A tingling smile.
That Today is over.
Tomorrow will be another day.

Return

2010-09-04T03:29:00.004+05:30

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I love spending a lot of time with toddlers because it allows me to experience unabridged, unsophisticated, unrestrained joy. Their playful eyes and their creaks of glee reminds me of all I have lost in my journey.

They are right at the precipice of knowing things — the kind that we can understand — but despite their verbal “handicap”, they’re pretty good at communicating. They go around in circles when they are happy, cry when in pain or when they seek attention or to get things their way and squeal when in surprise.

They live for the moment.

It’s almost like attending a free therapy when I’m with these kids. They know how to live their life king size. And they offer their “wisdom” to anyone willing to share.

Raising them is no easy task. It’s difficult to gaze in admiration when you’re cleaning poop. But as an outsider, I am thankful. They teach me to have an open mind that anything is possible to be free; to ask question; to get amazed at the simplest of the things; and most importantly, to be me.

They help me peel away the layers of worldliness, knowledge, and debonair and enjoy the rawness of the human spirit.

To experience happiness in its purest form.

To feel filled within.

I’ll probably feel a speck of sadness when these children grow up with time, but for now I shall make the most of their wonder years and enjoy my return to the age of innocence.

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Hyderabad to me...

2010-08-13T00:40:00.004+05:30

Well, I am in South India. Not for the first time though, but definitely the first time for more than 2 weeks and with another year and a half lined up.
So this is it, Welcome to Hyderabad!

With my upbringing in Delhi, I have had quite an assortment of food! But since 15 days, my every meal at the mess includes Rasam or Sambhar!

Food the way I’ve never seen before
Vegetables that I don’t identify
Curry leaves in everything
Rasam everywhere
No ‘daal’ in the daal
LONG queue for bath and longer for lunch

To top it all, Long hours of classes! Wait... I asked for college life, not school life!
My life is suddenly going into a routine! What's happening? Waking up at 8 in the morning is the only sad part of my stay so far. I can still manage with the food but not sleep :P
The TV doesn't have a remote. Common..Who can enjoy TV without a remote. If you want to change, You need to get up and change the channel. So it keeps on playing telegu stuff and I don’t even cross that corridor.
My room-mate’s possibly the best I could ever have! She is my best friend, so it’s like having someone from back-home live with me :-)
Very few guys in the college(Hot guys are scarce) but I made some good amount of friends.So, life doesn’t actually suck :P Its actually cool to live at the hostel. Its so much fun here. You stay in a party mood 24*7 staying at the hostel.

Hyderabad's language is funny. I’m not talking about telegu, any south Indian language is the same for me; Here, I talk about the hyderabadi hindi :-| Oh, you’ve gotta hear it to know what I’m talking about. Sometimes, I feel that I don't even know Hindi for that matter.

Ok. This is different from the place I grew up.
Very different.... actually!
But I am sure that life has a lot in store for me here

I liked the faculty though. Classes get boring because I don't sleep well at night ;)
Even seniors have been good so far.
Ahem. So well, you get the hang of it, don’t you?
Somethings suck big time here but then the amount of fun I am having can compensate for that. I am loving every part of it here. And surprisingly, I don't miss Delhi :)

I will not be able to write often now.Nift is keeping me alot busier. It's gets a little difficult to sit and write something with such amount of activity going around you.

Hyderabad Calling...

2010-07-23T20:37:00.000+05:30

And I am answering the call.

I never thought I would feel this way. Rounds and rounds of shopping done, lists made, planned and re-planned everything, empty shelves, bags packed, clean room and my heart - filled with vacuum.

Amusingly, Most my bags are filled with "Blue" color. I don't know why I choose that color each time I shop. When someone asks me for my favorite color, I say "Black" or even "White" or "depends" but still I choose blue when given a choice!
And right now, I am Blue!

Cried like a baby when my mother talked about being an independent girl and taking care of myself in Hyderabad. I always wanted this life but my empty room makes me feel so depressed. Writing this post is another atrocious experience.

All final preparations have been done, Last calls from best friends and last messages from cousins have been wrapped up. But how should I wrap up this empty feeling?

Like I am running away from my responsibilities, Like I am losing something very near to me, Like I am being self centered and pursuing my dreams on cost of my duties. Duties of being my parent's kid, of being a friend, of being there for people who have always been there for me, of being a shoulder to cry on when mum had something to share!!
I love my mom, grandmother, my dad n even "my brother"!!

Why can't I stay at home? Why am I so aspirational? Why can't I make a future in the city where I was born? Why am I doing this.... to myself and my near ones? Why is it so important to constantly keep running?

Anyways, my priorities are set, the choices are made, and I made them.
My parents supported me through out with this and I just can't thank them enough for believing me and my dreams. My mom has always been my support system and somewhere I want to live upto her expectations , thus the chase... thus the burning desire to be the best! I don't know how crucial this move is in to shape my future, how much I will be able 2 achieve out of it, how much worth it is of all the sacrifice..

All I know is, its now or never.
And I don't want to regret later for the choices I made.
Its not easy, well nothing is!
And I am going to give it my best shot.

So, adios to everyone! I may be busy there but gimme a call whenever you want to! I'll always be there!
Love You Guys!!

P.S: I'll especially miss you: Neha ! the long conversations on phone, the shopping, the coffee n the couches, your advice, n everything!! I'll miss them all! Please stay in touch!! Love you...

Who cares?!

2010-07-20T01:56:00.000+05:30

This morning, a woman in a blue Ford suddenly came in the lane of black punto. He shifted his lane to avoid the crash and came into bicycler's lane. Thankfully, there wasnt any bicycler there! Otherwise, he would have died.

And then, lots of tooting followed.

When I saw the lady in the blue car, I noticed that she was on the phone and also, with "HT Food guide" on her steering wheel and it looked like that she doesn't know where she was going. The guy in the black car consequently rolled down his window and started abusing .

It wasn't a new thing to see in a place like Delhi, but the reason that I write about this today is precisely that — it has become commonplace.

During my daily commute, I see drivers blaring, showing the middle finger, changing lanes perilously and running over people walking.

And then there are people who keep messaging, attending calls, applying kajal and lip gloss, watching a DVD (yes, I’ve seen that!!), reading the newspaper, painting their nails, eating and turning around to feed their babies at the back — these are the people who are the reason for such disorder. We have the laws to ensure that such things dont happen. But who cares?

It amazes me to see how people forget that they are not only responsible for their families travelling with them but also everyone else whose travelling on road.

And it’s not until they meet an accident that they realize such deportment. But isn't it too late then?

What do they gain from those extra ten seconds? How do they agree to put their lives in danger just to make in that green signal? How can they be so uncivil, so unkind? Why can’t they stop somewhere to finish their lunch and then move on — all it will take is five minutes! Can’t that lip gloss be postponed till they reach the parking lot of wherever they are headed? Can’t they tell the person on the phone to call back later?

As per WHO, it’s estimated that 1.2 million people die on world’s roads every year and about 50 million are injured. The road safety record of India is abysmal - every year, more than 1,00,000 lives are lost in road accidents. In addition, this also results in disruption and huge economic, social losses.

I cant find any explanation for such utter disregard of life, but I hope some of you reading this will recognize this as an opportunity to amend your ways and ask those unsafe drivers in your life to amend theirs..

Is Indian Media - Misusing Its Freedom?

2010-07-16T02:14:00.003+05:30

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News? It’s such a jape these days.

There was a time when media was very influential and enhanced critical thinking and analysis for general public. It was the time when reporters did serious journalism and brought up "issues of significance".

It was the time when the badges of journalist were worn with pride.

But now, with the news channels broadcasting 24/7, they have started broadcasting" anything" their news cycle. Not only has the idea of what constitutes news changed but also the way people look at it changed.

I recently watched Halla Bol, a Hindi movie digging into the connection between news and sensationalism. What they impersonated was very similar to what we’re barraged with in the name of news, day and night.

This morning, I was skipping channels when I again noticed this news on a news channel:

It was regarding the cricketer's Dhoni wedding. It was on for almost 10 days now and I still cant figure out the hoopla! Why am I supposed to know the bride? And details of their vacation together? Why cant reporters get a life!

Is this what we’re reducing “news” to?
Striking visuals and beside the point stories — to entertain but not educate.

Whenever I ask this from an elder, I am told that it is viewer's choice!

Is it?

Is this kind of blunder acceptable instead of the problems that really need to be looked into? Have we given it up to the media for telling us what the news should be?
If not, why don’t we articulate our repulse?

Or, are we viewing TV just for entertainment sake making an assumption that real news can be read in the newspapers too?

Media is supposed to be a reflection of the society but is this what we have become?

Now, don’t go for tweeting this.
It might just show up on a news channel!

Double Bonanza :D

2010-07-12T12:49:00.000+05:30

After an year of disappointments, I finally hit it to the nail.
Yes... I got through NIFT Masters of Fashion Management (MFM).
14th June, 2010.... I will always remember this day!
past year was tough! After hell lot of entrances, only "1" success. I was so looking forward to it. I needed it.
This is gonna be a new phase of my life. I will soon be in "Hyderabad" with my best friend. I always wanted this life. Being on my own... struggling through the way... I hope everything goes well from now on!

Talking about the second bonanza, I gotta new laptop! Lenevo U450P.... I loved it. Not only it is awesome but for a laptop. it's pretty sexy! Cant get my hands off it :)

Wish

2010-07-10T00:14:00.001+05:30

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On a busy day
I stop by the coffee shops
Just for a sip or two
Not that I am addicted to it
But to you…

Each time I sit in coffee shops
My memories of you faded…
They come and they go…

So wonderful….
Oh! How we met...
a cup of coffee
whiff of those arometic beans
with little reason or rhyme
in the corner of the cafe...

Those subtle thoughts
the little words
Smiling, Laughing, Relaxing
Over coffee,
at your favorite little cafe

I didn’t speak
The look on your eyes
expressed your soul
your voice so compelling

Every word you spoke
touched my soul
the tone of your passion
and the way you could pause my thoughts

As the caffeine surges through me
and brings my body to life
I wish you were here…
This time too..

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Sleepless nights...

2010-07-05T06:21:00.001+05:30

As 8th July, 2010 comes near, it creeps deep into me.... the FEAR! I don't know why? Its a strange feeling I have got. I have got through NIFT Masters of Fashion Management and on 8th July, I have my counselling. I will be alloted a centre on that day. I always wanted Bombay or Bangalore as my choice of centre and now when its completely in the hands of God, I am worried. Now that I dont believe Him but because I am asking for such alot of things together.

I researched about both the centres and every time, I come up to a different conclusion. I cant figure out which one is the ~~right~~ better option for me. I have now completely left it to the God but still it scares hell out of me.. I don't know why!

Another aspect of the story is that I have got my best friend from school been admitted to the same course. Initially, I never thought that we could stay together in our post graduation but now when I know that our ranks are so close, I have the "greed" to stay together. I may not be admitting that to my family or any of the friends but I want to stay with her and I am praying hard for that. I want both of us to get the same city: Bombay or Bangalore! I am neutral among the choices as far as we stay together. I never thought that I would exploit my options because of a friend but I can't help it. I will do everything to be with her for the next two years of my life. I have been sleepless since nights due to this. I find it a little silly to take this here but I need to get it out of me as soon as possible.

I hope 8th July will hit soon and we both get the same city. I don't really care if I get Bombay or Bangalore! I know the city(as long as it is Bombay or Bangalore) wont make a difference to the career I have always aspired for!

P.S. Its a completely random post throwing alot that has been inside me since a month.

77 fiction

2010-06-21T03:35:00.005+05:30

Note:- 77 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 77 words.

There was abuzz all over the place. Everyone in the family was excited. Special arrangements were done to welcome today’s guest. Rajat was introducing his fiancée to his family today and they were going to marry soon.

The door bell rang.

Everyone quickly settled down while Rajat went to open the door.

He welcomed the guest with a kiss. Everyone was shocked at first sight.

Rajat introduced the guest as they entered, “Hi everyone… He is Rahul.”

77-Fiction: Child labor

2010-06-17T16:02:00.024+05:30

Note:- 77 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 77 words.

That day, kitty party was in her posh bungalow. Every single detail of the party was flamboyant.

They spoke highly on how child labor must be stopped, that such kids desperately need love, education, and care . They took an oath not to employ one. At the end, they raised a toast for the homeless children

When done, with his diminutive hands and hopeful eyes, he rushed to the kitchen to clean up the mess...

Poor Chotu!

Messy mess!

2010-06-13T16:27:00.006+05:30

I have always been berated for having no order i.e. a messy desk, closet and my room!

Here’s how it goes down:

Mom would threaten to throw all my “junk.” I would clean my desk — organize the shelves, align my text books, hide away my color pens and paintbrushes, throw the scraps of paper lying around and throw away the things that I kept an year ago and never looked back to them again.

Mom would come in a couple of hours and say, “Finally I can see the wood! Why do you have to live like a pig?” All I would do is roll my eyes!

A month later the drama would be repeated.

Why don't I keep my desk clean?

Because those piles reminded me of all the things to do and all the things I had accomplished. I knew exactly where my things were under that cumulus of magazines, textbooks, notebooks and whatnots! I could pull relevant documents in a second when my desk was in the state of utter confusion.

But parents can't understand. Neither did my friends — always volunteering to help me clean up.The mess that infuriated them, nutrified me. I felt comfortable with the “chaotic display of sheer laziness.” I still do!

I am doubtful whether I would think differently five to ten years down the line!

Facebook Syndrome

2010-06-11T03:39:00.008+05:30

What is the first thing you do when you switch on your laptop?

I login to my facebook account!!
Am i addicted??
Well, maybe!

I have been on facebook since 4-5 years and I have lived and breathed on Facebook.
From uploading photos and following random people to playing games and “liking” Chocolate Brownies, I have done it all.

There was a time when I would post 3-4 status a day. From "Surbhi Jain is worried about the results" to "Surbhi Jain is on cloud 9!! woopie...." I shared my life on facebook. And even though it seemed to some of my friends that I had no qualms about sharing “everything” on Facebook, what they didn’t know was that they were part of a selected list that had access to “everything.”.
Yes, You have to have robust privacy settings once you are at a social networking site.

It sometimes occured to me that why not just e-mail photos to those I wanted to share them with? Because not everyone who was my Facebook friend was in my address book. And everyone was on Facebook!

While I enjoyed interacting with these folks on the social media platform, I didn’t have their e-mail address or phone numbers stored anywhere. Facebook made it easy for me— it reminded me of birthdays, let me drop them messages, reminded me of the events taking place, allowed me to chat with them.

How do I get in touch with them when Facebook dies?

Hidden

2010-06-05T00:38:00.001+05:30

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You love him
He doesn‘t love you back. You need him
He doesn't need you back
He leaves
And all you do is
Wait.

For him to take notice
For him to call you once
Just cling onto all the memories, all the fun times
Force your needs upon him
He suffocates, He quits
And you still don’t stop haunting his lives.

He doesn't wanna make things messy
But does he understand you?
Does he realise
What does he mean to you?
And then realization strikes

And start your desperate attempts to act
like you don’t care..
But the truth remains
Its all hidden there in you.

No matter how many parties you attend
how many vodka shots you gulp
No matter how much you bitch
You tell yourself that you ‘deserve better’
No matter how much you stare at the screen of your phone
And how many hours you stand at the door
No matter how much you wish with all your heart
That you could hear from him one last time..

He doesn't trace his path back
And you continue your endless directionless wait
Every passing day....

P.S. To every girl who still waits,
Yes, patience is a virtue. But do you deserve being treated like that?

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Marine Drive...

2010-06-02T03:04:00.008+05:30

Those who have a lot of things going through their mind
Those looking for peace and quiet
turn their backs to the world
Face the sea,
legs dangling from the platform.

Sit by that seaside
with chana, chai and seengdana
Watching the full moon, the high tides
street lights and the buzzing traffic...

As the water lashes the beach
cool breeze making you tremble
Sea waves reaching the pavement
breeze brushing up your face...

With all the happy people around

and a lot of romance in the air
Winds lift up your spirit
and unload your mind....!!

I dont want it to end...

2010-05-21T23:59:00.004+05:30

Our last exam happens to be on 24th May and after that, we are done with college!!

*sob sob*

I just received a message from Prerna (a college friend). She wrote something that actually made me cry!
I don't wanna lose it... I want go to college... Gimme three more years of life!!
Hell lot of things going through my mind....
Oh! I feel so nostalgic!

Here goes her message!

24th ko akhiri baar...
Aashia Mathur ki miss cal ayegi,
phir se surbhi late ho jayegi,
or PP par late hone ka ilzam lgayegi,
or motto to sabko wait arayegi,
Deepali Singh jane rohini east ya west se ayegi,
aur Apoorva Bhardwaj phir sabko daant lagayegi....

24th ko....
metro main masti hogi,
Aashia or surbhi metro card dhundati hongi,
lift ka wait karenge
aur rickshaw lene ke liye ladenge....

24th ko....
college k gate pe sweety khadi hogi,
PP ki citi piti gum hogi,
or Yukti Singhal to abhi ghar se hi nikli hogi....

24th ko....
classroom main entry hogi line se,
phir kahenge sab
kab aaoge tum rohini wale time pe,
phir masti, kuch yaadein, kuch hasi,
and bye....

phir ek dusre ko nasihat ki kal time pe aaye...
par 24th ko yeh nasihat nahi de payenge
kyunki 24th ko hum akhiri bar ayenge!

*sob sob*

I am so touched by this... Love you prerna!!
I am gonna miss each part of it !!
Love you guys!

Blog Awards...... Hurray!!

2010-05-18T01:56:00.000+05:30

I never thought I would get one but I have 2 in my pocket now....

Thanks alot Abhishek for giving me this one :D

Rules:

- In order to accept this award, please post it on your blog with the name of the person awarded it including the link to his blog.
- Pass on the award to 5-10 of your most loyal followers.
- Contact those followers and let them know they have been chosen for this award.

I pass this award to

1. Payal

2. Vinz

3. Abhimanyu

4. Mahesh

5. Savira

And this award goes to:
1. Adi
2. Abhishek Khanna
3. Vibhuti
4. Karan
5. Nehha

Oh... It feels so good :D

Happy Birthday Payal :)

2010-05-16T00:01:00.002+05:30

Happy 21, Three cheers to you girl, [my best friend!]

Technically, I know you since nine years. Same school we used to attend :-D
But trust me, the last three years with you have been a total roller-coaster ride!

You are special, I don't need to tell you that; here are the reasons why..

You have put up with all the crap I made you go through..
You have been the shield that protected me from any evil..
You support me into anything I believe in..
You snap me back to reality incase I get too drifted...
and continue to be the friend I never had..

You trust me with your life..
I trust you with my deepest darkest..
We speak everyday till we hang-up..
You read me songs from your entire music collection just because I need something new..
You stay up all night to calm me down..

You talk to me when I am lonely..
You are perpetually around,
to catch me when I am just about to fall..
to make me laugh when I am on the verge of tears..
to make me realise that I deserve the best..
to genuinely take care of someone as unpredictable as me..

and most importantly
You are there when I need to shop
when I need some coffee
You are there to gimme all the "gossip"
You always drop me to the metro station ;)
And I miss you when you aren't online

So,

Happy Birthday Payal:-)

May you get all that you deserve ;-)

and may I be able to feel the same way for you, another 20 years down the line.

Love

Begging for help....!

2010-04-25T00:28:00.001+05:30

While Driving back home...

Waiting on a traffic signal

I heard a knock

and looked out of window

To find a small girl!

Her hair out of place...

Her clothes begrimed
They were all tattered

She was fagged out,
incapacitated eyes...
Hands stretched open,
She pointed towards her tummy...

"Don't give her money!!"
My friend warned
She didn't even care
while I was stunned

I wanted to help
but I stopped myself
To know the sheer reality
of the beggary business

Abducting kids
to earn income
Even cutting out their limbs
to depict helplessness!

Each time I see
A child yearning for a rupee
I see in him
A child longing for escape

An escape from beggary...
to a world where
He can study, eat,
And most importantly,
Live.........!

Undying Love...

2010-04-14T13:15:00.003+05:30

I am not good with fiction. But I liked the concept of 77 fiction. So here's my first attempt...

It was his birthday. She was going to meet him…

Dressed in the best gown, she looked beautiful. Excited, she left home with her charming smile.

She reached there to find complete silence. She could even hear her heart beat!
She moved ahead and touched his grave. She could still feel him. She moved ahead, kept the beautiful flowers she had brought for him and kissed his grave. With tears in her eyes and a promise to come back, she left...

The objective of my education....

2010-04-12T23:53:00.003+05:30

I am on the verge of completing my B. Com(Hons) degree. Some folks feel proud about me. But I feel awful. This degree is merely a piece of paper. A paper which I cannot even sell it to the local radiwala.
So I decided to reflect back at my past. Because I wanted the reasons. The reasons were obvious. My education system was just wasn't good enough. I was trained to by heart things like a parrot. Even if I tried and went through the concepts, It was always from examination point of view. Maybe we all did the same. The history was too localized only on India(compare this to America where they are taught about teachings of Mahatma Gandhi) at a very young age. Also, what I could see was that the education system does not work on the practical aspects at all! But I will be wrong to blame the system!

No matter what my education system was but I just never questioned it. I just studied gravity, and took it for granted... No matter how many apples or bananas fell from the tree, it didn't affect me. I had an open mind, but no application. Knowledge becomes wisdom only when you use it.

People who have been to IITs and IIMs say to others who haven't been to these premier institutions, you haven't been properly trained. What they teach at an IIT or an IIM is simple, think logically and do the basic things right. Also, They are trained at practical work and actual work situations!
I am no Copernicus to give the world Heliocentrism, but I finally realized without the slightest doubt in my mind that as Robert M. Hutchin puts it,

“The object of education is to prepare the young to educate themselves throughout their lives.”

Slow death to God!

2010-04-10T03:38:00.000+05:30

They take God down to the river
They say it a tradition
They get hold of the horns
Land up it's beard
Rip off it's ears
and entomb it into the bank

And one day, sea takes it along....
The "rotten God" to the endless sea
"Free.. Free... Free"
The birds sing around!

People propound it...
Say its water pollution!
But its a slow death....
Death to god....

I wonder their reasoning...
to submerge the idol
to set it free
into the eternal waters!
And as I leave....
Water goes on flowing
The trees keep growing
But with the singing of birds
God's small voice remains stilled
And unheard...

Fool

2010-04-03T02:28:00.001+05:30

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I have no clue about how things go about in other countries. But in a country like India, you cannot help yourself from being a fool in one way or another. Every place you visit... almost everyone you meet, you will find people codding others very conveniently. Before you make out, you have become a fool yourself! It will be wrong if I say that I have never been into that trap! Yes.... I have been gulled a lot of times.

It is not about being April fool on 1st of April! It’s about being a fool almost every day! As Mark Twain puts it,

“The first of April is the day we remember what we are the other 364 days of the year."

No doubt, I have always loved fooling my friends on 1st of April. But it is a different game altogether. And most importantly, it is always for fun! But people in India do it for some serious business!

Yes... They dupe people almost every day! Some do it to earn their living... some for the power... some do it for additional business profits...

Have you ever visited stores like Levis, Reebok, etc at the time of discount sale? No matter what percentage discount they offer to you but have you ever bothered to notice that they always jack up their prices before offering discounts? Obviously, The Company would not bear any loss in terms of unsold inventory at the end of the season. So they jack up their prices, put them into sale and then sell them at the same prices as before! From a business point of view, they might be doing it right! But then, what is the whole point of keeping their stuff for discount sales to lure people into the stores! Yes... people can be easily be duped!

Recall the terror attcks in India. Let us take up the recent German bakery, Pune attack! Just after the attack, the PM announced a relief package of Rs. 2 lacs from the Prime Minister’s National Relief Fund to the next of kin of those killed in the terror attack, and Rs. 1 lacs to those injured. It sounds so good to see that government cares... But the ground reality to this one is that people wait for years for this reimbursement but it never comes! I have no offence against the family members of the affected people. But they are fools if they wait for such reimbursement from the government.

For India, best time to expect anything from government is the time just before elections. You can find all the pending developmental activities picking up pace for some time. But actually, they are the measures to lure people for getting votes. I am sure majority of us vote. But think about it.... Why do you vote? Is it because you actually feel for the government or it because everyone does so? In my opinion, government in a place like India cannot be formed only by the opinion of unbiased people. Political parties entice poor people to vote for them. In return... they even get cash sometimes! So you might be duped by the government itself.

Have you ever seen a tourist travelling through Auto-rickshaws or taxis in India?? They do not know the place and so, the drivers charge almost 5-10 times the fare from them. For a distance of 10 kilometers, when an auto should charge Rs.55 from the traveler, He charges Rs.500. I wonder what will happen to the fares during Commonwealth Games 2010. Tourists become the easiest target for the drivers, shopkeepers, Hotels and even the historical monuments. When an Indian has to pay Rs10 for entering Qutub Minar, a foreigner pays Rs.250. I wonder why?

I have no offences for any company trying to sell their products. Obviously, they need promotion for the product. But some advertisements cross that limit. They build up false notions in the mind of a consumer to build up the sales. Advertisements are meant to depict their product. But sometimes, it misleads consumer and creates the false demand! I have rarely seen advertisements, like Fair & Lovely, Domino pizza, etc; depicting the truth. Yes... Even the big business houses fool people.

I agree that it differs from person to person. A person who has been coaxed by the government may not fall into the trap of discount sales. But then, we are fooled almost every day. As Abraham Lincoln puts it," You can fool all the people some of the time, and some of the people all the time, but you cannot fool all the people all the time."

If you still believe that you are befooled only on April Fool’s Day then think again!

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Awe-Inspiring Performers

2010-04-01T16:22:00.002+05:30

This couple is a renowned disabled dancers in China. Both lost their limbs to accidents and were not exempted from pain and despair. I won't bore you with their history but watching their performance brought tears to m eyes. They illustrated the meaning of perseverance through their award-winning dance routine. They somehow seem to be telling life who screwed them, "I am still here and I am doing well. I can certainly do better!" This couple possesses the strength that I don't think anyone is capable of mastering.

I dont feel safe anymore...

2010-03-29T16:32:00.001+05:30

Suddenly , the world which I live in is falling apart. People are dying from bomb blasts ,stampede, floods....... Terrosism has now become an everyday affair! Politicians are ruining our country! Common man can do nothing but complaint!!

So what is wrong with the world? I have no idea. Should I ignore all of this and be happy.Maybe, Yes! But ultimately, I will be affected too......

Sometimes, I feel scared to board the metro train. You can listen to the people talking about blasts and all that jazz. But nobody bothers to do anything.

Why dont the politicians understand? Why only the common man suffers?
Why we cannot be free?
Is this democracy?
Is this what we call Independence?

Awaiting Escape....

2010-03-25T15:01:00.001+05:30

Those eyes.. eyes of the storming seas,
Your crown of thorns gashes deep through me.
My flaws flow ceaseless, through my brains,
my blood dissolves, breaks up within my veins.

Inhuman.... you clutch my back,
tightening vines around my neck.
Your hollow screams replicate through my soul,
My inaudible cries freezes the night so cold.

I bear your scars... being a woman of shame,
Unable to break out from this cruel unceasing game.
You jab me with ignorance, blistered me with words
Crowning me with disgrace, break me inwards.

Am I despicable for being me,
Unseen, unheard, hoping to be free?
Virago, why do you despise,
Blaming me, cursing me... Why do you chastise?

How do I escape from those burns,
Mangled flesh everywhere I turn?
Why do you press me against the wall,
Bang me in my bones, making me crawl?

My blood spills out like a perpectual stream,
Your hate I resist, unable to scream.
You can see me but not yourself,
You judge me like a swinger, put me on a shelf.

I detest your stand, detest your hate,
Yet you loudly exalt this as my fate!
You stipple my blood on your porcelain skin,
My grief becomes your pride! my declention fires your grin.

You trip me, drown me in the soil,
Snap me, combust me, mock my toil,
Rip me apart, bruise my soul,
While I weepingly await rescue that makes me whole.

Candyman....

2010-03-25T00:23:00.001+05:30

Alright everybody come around
The Candy Man is here
Who can take sunrise
Sprinkle it with dew
Cover it with the chocolate
and a miracle or two

The Candy Man
Oh, the Candy Man can
'Cause he mixes it with love
And makes it all so good.

Who can take a rainbow
Wrap it with a sigh
Soak it in the sun
and make it a groovy lemon pie

The Candy Man
Oh! The Candy Man can
'Cause he mixes it with love.
And makesit all so good!

Oh, who can take tomorrow
Dip it in a dream
Sieve the sorrow
and collect up all the cream

The Candy Man
Oh, the Candy Man can
'Cause he mixes it with love
And makes it all so good.

Earth hour 2010

2010-03-22T21:09:00.003+05:30

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Graduate!!

2010-03-17T19:20:00.001+05:30

Soon I'll be a graduate...

I am contented but I am not happy!

I never realised that I love my college friends so much! It seriously feels bad to let them go! Not all of my college days were fun-filled but the third year was "the best". It is just not sinking in…...

10th of March, 2010 was my last day of classes. I did not want to be late for this day. I woke up early and got ready as if it was my first day at college. I could feel butterflies in my stomach! Yes... I never wanted it to end...

The assignments, 8:40 classes, projects, teachers... They never lured me to come to the college. But there was something that kept me going. Friends!! They shed tears for me,shout at me,hit me,kick me,kiss me,molest me, make me feel good! I Love them... Love the truly!

So the day being the last day of classes, we celebrated "scribble day" wherein we wrote goodbye messages at each other's t-shirts. Yes.... It hurts! Every message I wrote provoked me to shed some tears. Thankfully, I managed not to cry. The class was full of activity. Everyone was busy saying goodbye, scribbling on t-shirts, singing, dancing and playing around! No one cared for anything. No classes... No assignments... No pressures!! It was one of those perfect days!

And then came the FAREWELL....
It was touchy! I could feel it ending!! Yes... The end of the college days!! It hurts badly!! I never expected that I would feel so bad!! But I do!! Farewell party was awesome... Everything I could expect for!! And at the end, We were all up on the stage singing to the tunes of Purani jeans! I could feel my goosebumps... That was a moment when I could sense something in my eyes!! Alas! They were tears! I really wanted to shed those but I stopped myself! On a happy note. you guys made my day. Thank you :)

I am always gonna treasure those moments! The shopping... the parties.. the movies... bunking classes... canteen debates and discussions... crazy hugs... short attendance.. pet room... copying assignments... photo sessions.. missed tests... crackpot jokes! I am gonna miss you guys!!

This is the song which will always remind me of you guys...

And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives

Where we're gonna be when we turn 25

I keep thinking times will never change

Keep on thinking things will always be the same

But when we leave this year we won't be coming back

No more hanging out cause we're on a different track

And if you got something that you need to say

You better say it right now cause you don't have another day

Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down

These memories are playing like a film without sound

And I keep thinking of that night in June

I didn't know much of love

But it came too soon

And there was me and you

And then we got real blue

Stay at home talking on the telephone

We'd get so excited, we'd get so scared

Laughing at ourselves thinking life's not fair

And this is how it feels

As we go on

We remember

All the times we

Had together

And as our lives change

Come Whatever

We will still be

Friends Forever

So if we get the big jobs

And we make the big money

When we look back now

Will our jokes still be funny?................

Mixed feelings sinking in... I have no clue about our next session of life, But I would be missing a lot of good friends and some real Different Chaps (Lol..)!!

Gone are those Early Mornings...

2010-03-13T15:18:00.002+05:30

It's a foggy winter morning
The ones when I cannot imagine waking up at six
And dressing myself into a school uniform.
And yet I did the same
for ten to twelve years

With the sleepy eyes, a heavy head, palavering mum
A hot cup of milk waiting for me
Bag packed by amma and lunch made my mummy
Off to school in those foggy mornings!
O what fun it was! Hoards of students waiting at the bus stand
At six fifteen.. Those frigid mornings, papa standing beside me
making small jokes, pointing a cat here or there,
We dreamt big on those cold mornings, we still do.

And then the bus would come, and I would rush
Leaving him behind and jostling my way in the crowd
Once I am inside, wave him a smile again.
He would always wait a few minutes after I left
Lest I would jump back again for want of change,
Or a forgotten book,
Or with a frown say, 'no mood', I want to go back home
He would wait till he was sure I was safely on my way.

I would have lost my sleep by then.
And then get worried about the books
for forgetting them at home again.
We walked our way from the bus stand to school
and walked the way back, aashish and me.
After that running about the school campus,
I would finally slag up to the class.

Friends would give me a fond smile that said, 'Forgot again!'
I would scutter for a text book
And then Deepali or Nishtha or Garima would slide their text towards me
We would push and thrust the book on our sides and thus would start a game;
And giggle and talk in whispers till teacher said 'ssshhhhh'
Then after the lunch break, we would get rid of those maroon sweaters
Knot those on the shoulder or the waist
Or simply dump them on the bench and gossip about at length...

Gone are those early mornings of rush that I try to get hold of even now
Those were different winters, this is a different cold ...

Unconditional Love...

2010-03-13T14:39:00.003+05:30

It happened a long time ago
When a dove met a crow
She used to coo, he crowed,
And soon they fell in love...

Mr. Crow took her out for dinner
And ordered the best of egg-crunch
Lady Dove gasped in incredulity
On seeing the death of some prospective chicks...

She would have nearly swooned
Had not Mr. Crow fluttered in delirium,
Made her sip some cool raspberry;
And call for a plate of cheese cupcakes.

With a gulp of the cool drink
Lady Dove accepted their odd takes
And while she nibbled on the cupcakes
As Mr. Crow ordered baked shrimp...

It happened a long time ago
That a crow met a dove
She cooed, He used to crow;
They never got out of love....

IPL is Here!!

2010-03-12T22:09:00.003+05:30

I am not much of a cricket fan but the "glamourous IPL" fascinates me! And finally, IPL is here! The format of IPL is just too alluring to resist! So I make sure that I stick to television screen all through IPL season and be updated with every minute detail about IPL.

I always look for opening of such big tournaments. Be it Olympics, Commonwealth Games, World Cup Cricket or IPL. But today, IPL's opening was much of a disappointment. I still remember IPL Season-1's opening! It was such a spectacular event to watch out for. The acrobats, the laser show, the performers... They were awe-inspiring. I never expected such an opening from a place like India. No offences for India! But from a country with limited resources, One cannot expect an opening which can match itself with the standards of other big tournaments like Olympics. But IPL season-1 came off as a surprise to me. Kudos to Vijay Mallya and Lalit Modi!

But what happened this time?? I tuned in to "SetMax" sharp at 6pm. The opening started at 7pm. But my wait was not at all worth it! The opening was much of an award function. The ground had a stage in the middle. There were awesome performances by people like Ali Campbell, Deepika padukone, Bjorn and Pop legend Lionel Richie. But, the event did not look like opening of IPL! There were no acrobat shows, less of laser show, less of demonstrations... I could seriously sense the feel of award functions at the opening!

After the dissatisfactory opening event, I was in for Kolkata Knight Riders! I support them whole heartedly(Partially because Shahrukh Khan is the owner). I am watching out for the match " Kolkata Knight Riders Vs Deccan Chargers". I hope they win today and even IPL season-3 :)

Korbo Lorbo Jeetbo Re!!

A splendiferous dream...

2010-03-12T17:21:00.003+05:30

... and there he was. He slid next to me on the couch, wrap his arm around my waist and hugged me in an embrace. I could smell the whiff of his scent, a mix of sweat and cologne. It was so real I gasped, giggled and woke up.

A strange but beautiful dream. I want to go back to sleep now...

Just a Phase!!

2010-03-05T02:22:00.000+05:30

I wish, I want, I dream,
Life to be in a certain way
And then comes a disappointment
Simply washes all my hopes away...

I fight, think positive, but then I deny
Raise my head; I want to fly
Reach that goal, show the world
My worth, my ability to reach that dream
Seen with open eyes and not on my bed curled

But why do I need to suffer?
Make it more difficult, all of the queer?
More struggle, tears as exam nears
More perseverance, biggest fears..
Just to reach that illusion I saw
As I dream
As I desire
As my bloody need!

Maybe coz God just wants it
to taste it a little more sweet
When I succeed, reach that aim
Not tarnish my dad’s fame
Be that daughter who did not give up
Despite that massive career blow-up..

I guess it’s just a phase
And 5 years later, I would laugh at my craze
To type all emotional turmoil on my blog
When I should just study and slog
But I feel better and you would agree
It helps, makes you feel better, free..

Endless questions...

2010-03-04T22:35:00.002+05:30

Suddenly I am asking myself this question because it is that time of my life again.

That time when everybody has to decide what do they really want to do in life, where do they really want to go n blah blah blah.

Why can't I continue to live my life carelessly?
Why do I have to announce to the world what is it that I would like to do for the rest of my life?
Why can't I love one thing today and love another thing tomorrow?
Why do I have to be passionate about some thing today and love it forever and establish myself in one place?
Why do i need to do something for a long time before I start making some real money doing that thing?
Why haven't I found that one thing in life I would always want to hold on to?
How come clarity is an absolutely inexperienced phenomenon in my life?
Why my gameplan never works for me??
Why do I change and so fast?
Should I really go ahead and pursue something else which I think I want to do now?
Do I really want to do what I think I want to do?

Yes I know all the gyan already. You can still bring it on...its nice to see my questions move some people enough to give them the energy to leave me some comments.

Hopes...

2010-03-01T19:58:00.000+05:30

To make an attempt we need motivation, Motivation comes from experience, for experience we need to experiment, to experiment we need to innovate, Innovation is a product of thought process and for that, we need to make an attempt. So, we are back to the first one, the circle of trying to attempt. If you are of the opinion that you are the master of this circle, think again; You might just be humoring yourself.

I used to think I am. But, I am not.

Survival needs constant attempt; for which I’m either too de-motivated or simply lost at majority times. At times when I do try,I fail. I then try to muster courage, and try several times, sometimes it gets done, some other times I lose interest and give up. How justified is it, I do not know and honestly, I’ve cannot just stop caring; It almost makes me asexual, non-productive by both feelings and ideas.

To deal with it is tricky for me, to care about it is saddening, to not care about it is the reason for failure. Yes!!

The ‘will’ is missing.

I thought just hanging on would help me figure ways out of it. But that is just waiting... waiting for calamity to strike.. for my inevitable end to set me free. So, I have to deal with it now, but how? That also needs to be self-figured out. It is almost like jumping in the sea with neither swimming skills nor a life-jacket. Sink, float, sink more, float some more; when you try to float, you sink; when you try to sink, you float. Suffocation, Derangement, Disorientation, Losing sanity, losing everything....

Panic!

And then one breeze comes by and sweeps all despair beyond me, this one is called ‘Hope’, to survive, to clear well, to sail through. In the end, the real world is still two shores away and I am busy building my own fresh new world.

I don't belong here...

2010-03-01T18:09:00.003+05:30

It smells a little different here
not like it did when I left
the freshness is no more in the air
Now it is stale, almost suffocating.

Furniture has been moved, I notice
The lock to the main-door has changed,
CAT material and handouts have replaced
the cabinet that held my belongings.

Can't figure out the keys
Neither the switches to fans or lights
There are charts on the wall that did not exist
New frames that I have never seen before.

My room looks familiar though
Nothing has been touched since ten months ago
Still somehow I feel like i'm sleeping on someone else's bed
Hogging on to someone's space.

This someone else is me, I was back then
Carefree, , Thoughtless, Easy, untroubled.
Someone that I have become now
Nomadic, Over-Planned, Measured, Mystery!

Both are strangers to each other.
She belonged, I don't feel the strings attached,
She just spoke, never thought,
I think and sometimes, never speak;
She flew, she wrote, she laughed a lot
She trusted, I don't;
She loved, I won't.

It's almost like I don't belong here;
I hate to admit but I'm jealous of her
Not very long ago, she was me
And now, I am someone I don't want to be...

Spirit of Holi

2010-02-27T11:29:00.001+05:30

You are walking down a restless street of your city and suddenly, you find a water balloon crash against your unsuspecting skull. Bursts of water come in piercing torrents and it's hard to count the number of colours on your white kurta. Are you're still wondering what's happening? Well, for those of you who are still guessing, it sounds a lot like Holi! Yes, the festival of colours is here and no amount of skill in tactical warfare and ambush attacks will get you out of this. The streets are full of people smeared in a spectrum of colours and spotting familiar faces is almost impossible. This is how drastically the parameters of normalcy change on a normal Holi day in any part of India.

Holi is one of the most popular Hindu festival celebrated to mark the incoming spring season. The day is celebrated at the end of the winter season on the last full moon day of the lunar month also known as phalguna. Also known as Dolyatra or Basanta Utsab in West Bengal, Holi is one of India's most popular festivals. The main day, also known as Dhuleti, is the Holi we all know. The day is celebrated with people throwing coloured powder and water at each other as friends and family meet up.

The celebrations, however, start the night before when a huge bonfire is lit in memory young Prahlad and his miraculous escape when Holika is burnt to death.

Different regions in India have come to celebrate the festival in their own unique way but the spirit of the festival still remains the same. One of the most popular traditions of the festival is exchanging sweets. Get your near and dear ones some great delicacies from one of these sweet shops. There's a better chance of finding a fire cracker go off on Holi than finding a person not smeared in colour. With all those soiled clothes buying a few new ones from one of these garment stores won't be a bad idea. They also make for great gifts. Take your family and friends out to one of these restaurants.

Personally, I love Holi. I love the spirit. The family time, friends, sweets, laughter and love... It all fascinates me! But this year, i'll try and celebrate holi in a natural way. It's kind of difficult for me but I'll try my best.

So get all your combat training together, if any, and brace yourself for this Holi this year on March 1...
Happy Holi!!

Bura na mano.. holi hai!!

2010-02-27T10:39:00.004+05:30

I was headed out of my colony to the market and was discussing something intently with my friend when suddenly we hear a PHAT!! And another PHAT!!! And realized a couple of water balloons had been aimed by the kid next door. My friend's light grey top were splattered with coloured water. The kid immediately ran inside his house. We went and rang the door bell. Noone opened the door but his father came to the balcony and asked us what happened. So we told him that his son was throwing water balloons and it had narrowly missed us. And all he had to say was “Bura na mano holi hai. Yeh to hota hi hai. bachche to khelenge hi.”I asked him if I could slap him and get away with “Bura na mano holi hai”. He had nothing to say for that. I asked him what if his son threw a balloon on someone who is driving a car or riding a two-wheeler and caused an accident. His son isn’t a little kid anymore but is old enough to now understand this. We had to leave then because we were getting late.

I have also played holi as a kid and I still play. But it is only in my colony that I have seen people throwing balloons randomly at strangers and passers-by. I fail to understand what is the fun in this. I was a pretty naughty kid myself but had the sense not to throw it at random people. The one and only time I did something like this, it landed on my dad’s friend who was in his white shirt. I was lucky it only had water in it and not coloured water. My parents however, were anything but amused. I have seen kids here throw it on the delivery boys on their 2 wheelers or at drivers (including a few on a bus driver who was driving at that time) which can cause a serious accident. Don’t their parents ever think of that?

I don’t mean to be the criticize Holi but I don’t understand why it cannot b restricted to friends and families and not the passers by. I still don’t think that Holi gives anyone the license to misbehave. So people better celebrate Holi with their friends and family and not with the people who dont want to be a part of it!

Kids and Reality TV

2010-02-25T23:48:00.004+05:30

Can we please put a stop to "talent" shows for kids. Put an end to all talent shows, yes, but as of now, no kids shows puh-lease.

They are endless in number. Every popular channel and regional channel takes one show to its credit. Theoretically, there is nothing incorrect in looking for children who are talented. But the current format of talent hunt shows makes this exercise deeply reprehensible. Small children, hardly 5-6 years old, breaking down and weeping in the middle of the show, and the camera going into tight close-ups while mournful music plays in the background. Disgusting!

Moreover, the kids are made to live away from family, school, friends. In order to get them "trained"! Why don't people realize that the kid will undergo changes in the future as they grow up, that might not be suitable for an ideal playback singer. The kids don't understand half the things in the concept. They pull nice audience and get decent TRPs yes, but on the cost of what? their childhood? The children taught to beg for the votes that determine their shelf-life; They be told to work on their image, as a public figure, fan-following; Playing with their innocent emotions by teaching them the dirty tricks of the world; Pulling them onto the stage n eliminate them one by one; Torturing them until they break-down. The kids undergoing through all the trauma, why? To live their parents unfulfilled dreams? Or get some big-shot channel producer all the ad money?

The makers of the show surely need some psychologists out there to explain to them the long-lasting images that may remain in the kids conscious. Why not keep all 10-15, make them sing/dance/act/paint/recite/talk in different rounds, and chose the best? [without public voting n other nonsense please]. But this wont get them to cover what TRPs demand... Emotional Melodrama!!

Edit the tried and tested formulas, make more shows. But this is the manipulation of the most unethical kind. And its something we can all do without.

Keys to Comfort!

2010-02-24T23:48:00.002+05:30

Nothing, absolutely nothing in the world is more comfortable than...

*~* A good old pair of blue jeans...
*~* and with it, faded extra large plain white T-shirt...
*~* Thick pair of cotton ankle socks!!
*~* No footwear, bare feet...
*~* floaters...
*~* Sleeping with your head on nani's lap...
*~* Mother's hug...
*~* Talking for endless hours, without constrains of time, topics, difference of opinion...
*~* Listening to mellow music before passing out each night...
*~* Walking on the evening beach, with damp sand all over your feet...
*~* Laughter...
*~* Pouring your heart out to your best friend(s), without having to worry about the consequence...
*~* Winter mornings under a thick blanket...
*~* Bathing, especially during summers...
*~* Watching television on the couch with endless supplies of popcorn/ chips...
*~* Short, open, soft hair...
*~* Nothing fake, no make-up, none at all...
*~* A hot cup of Coffee
*~* Getting drenched in rains...
*~* The company of the one you desire...

People say, "You can reach to the best of your potentials only when you step out of your comfort zone." Very true.
But even the comfort of reaching to your best can't beat the things listed above...............

Youth

2010-02-18T14:53:00.000+05:30

Human Society has always been a dynamic system at the exterior. Times change, the way we live our lives change, philosophy becomes common sense, autocracy becomes democracy, spears become missiles, and Rebels become Prophets. What is it that keeps this ball rolling? You got that right. It is we, the Youth.

The youth of a society form the vanguard of its progress, of the dynamic nature of human existence. But amidst all this change, the spirit, the restlessness of youth is never lost. We humans never change.
Youth is the phase in our lives that we long for as kids, enjoy as young and recall as grownups. No-one ever stops being a part of youth, if the spirit lives in you, you live young-forever. And it is this spirit that keeps the world alive.

Let us make the world aware of what they are about to face! Here’s to the spirit.

WE DESIRE

A new life everyday!
Coffee.
Food, any type! Any quantity!
Equality, every kind.
Beds in Classrooms ;-)
Night Outs!
Unlimited talk-time.
Heavy mode downloading, all day long!
More Smileys! :-)
A Hollywood in India.
Privacy for couples ;-)
ATM cards!
S*x
Pantaloons discounted rates, all round the year!
Independence.
Trust.
Respect for hard work.
Respect for women.
Value for fellow species.
Special local trains.
Better Infrastructure.
Limited notes. :-D
Easy exam question papers.
Even easier answer papers :-P
Energy!
Gossip!
Comfort.
Colours.
Awareness.
Better Quality of Life for everyone.
Quality Education and Educational institutes.
Abolition of SCST quota
Respect for Cleanliness
Less hype, more substance.
Freedom of Expression.
Sophisticated Technology.
concerts
Better Health care.
COLLEGE! For the rest of our lives!

WE DESPISE

Dirty Politics.
Opinion-less leaders who provoke.
Religious Intolerance.
Riots.
Racism.
Being taken for granted.
Brain drain.
People who talk shit about our mother-land.
Confidentiality, which misleads us.
Reservations.
Saas-bahu serials.
Reality TV, "sting" operations.
Breaking news!!!!!!!!!
Stereotypes.
Entertainment, just for the sake of it.
Hypocrisy.
Superstitions.
Male Dominance.
Body Odour
Over-Smartness.
"Opinion" Polls.
Child Labour.
Sexual Abuse.
Waking up early hours.
Lawsuits for PDA
Student Suicides.
Pessimism.
Female Infanticide.
Child Abuse.
Pimples!
Hair Fall!
Misunderstandings.
Heartbreaks :-(
Being forced to work for what is "in".
Deadlines.
Because we are grown-ups now, and it's our turn to decide what that means!

P.S. The points mentioned above are strictly my opinions, but I represent a face amongst the youth, and there might be more who think alike, though not all. This does not represent public opinion.

Balance...

2010-02-17T23:35:00.003+05:30

A lot of us complain of being in the middle. Having to multitask and having too many options to choose from, too much work and the desire to do none of it. The act of maintaining the equilibrium is a part of the human nature, and that how it should be. Observation leads to realization, which in turn evokes understanding. Thus, to understand your-own-self, one needs to observe their traits and how knowingly or un-knowingly they perform that balancing act.

Too much of everything is not good. Yes, it is a generalization, but if we extrapolate it to everything we do, it sure is relevant. Reminding myself of this line constantly helps me restrict my preferences.

Similarly, Too little of anything is never enough. Both these statements sound like they are poles apart, but in the deeper sense, they mean the very same; we just need to know when to stop, how to strike that balance. The key to frictionless survival is, yes, that balancing act.

Activities that usually tend to lose that balance.

Friends
Having too many friends might work for certain people, but somewhere don’t we tend to side-line the people who are really important to us? We are expected to trust so many more people, confide to all of them, update them with regular happenings of our life; just coz they do!!! It sure is complicated, and a little assistance never hurts, why you think the social networking sites are such a boom! Then having too little friends leaves us with practically no options and not too many people to share our opinions with. The only way out of this is,
Strike that balance.

Friendliness
Especially, when we meet some-one new; when we have no idea how to behave to neither be unfriendly, nor over-friendly. We meet endless “doods” who are way too annoying, call you “sweetheart” in the very first talk or crack such pathetic PJs that a tight slap would be the ideal reply. Then there is the other extreme, guys who are more interested in their toe-nails than in the conversation you are trying to make. Either they over-do the whole thing by hugging all possible people around, or end up sipping the epicenter of all their attention, their coffee! We either have to deal with it or
Strike that balance.

Food
Too much, :- ; too little :-
Then the balance between the constituents of the diet is another concept altogether. “Balanced diet”, is a cliché, and very correctly too! Yes, here a lot of us need to know before we try and
Strike that balance.

Faith (on god)
I am not saying that atheism or hard-core bhakti is wrong. Suit your own faith, but questioning the existence of god to the believer or expecting the almighty to be on our guard 24x7 is not done. Everyone has their own beliefs, sometimes depending on the way they are brought up. I belong to the class of people who believe in god and secretly want him to solve all problems. God helps me be carefree, gives me hope. It helps me because I think somewhere I manage to
Strike that balance.

Freedom
Be free, but not on anybody else’s cost. Express to be heard, not hurt. I strongly believe that freedom of thoughts is more crucial than freedom of speech, but then what is the use of having free thoughts if they are not expressed? A lot of thought has to be given to this before execution, thought that would probably help us to
Strike that balance

Blind Trust
Trust the trustworthy, but to what extent? We do need to analyze every situation and act accordingly, we need to
Strike that balance.

Talking
Too little gets us bottled, to much makes us talk non-sense. To voice opinions and also let others around you remain sane,
Strike that balance.

Smoking
I have nothing against them, smokers. But this one goes out to all human chimneys, please try and keep things in moderation, for your own good. Please
Strike that balance.

Competition
If it is healthy, all is good. But playing dirty games, trying to push the competitors down are matters that we dealt with in standard 4! And when it is not deserved, what good is that victory for? The call of the day is to
Strike that balance.

Luxuries
Need I say anything? Oh yea,
Strike that balance.

P.S. Nature has its own ways of balancing things, of getting even with man. But this is not what this post is about. General bachche ka general gyan showing off hai people! :-P

the tags!

2010-02-16T02:23:00.003+05:30

Someone tagged me for this one and by far, its one of the most fun tags I have seen on blogs.

I used my iPod, have been honest throughout *swear* . Had a laughter riot while doing it, hope some of it reaches to you guys.

Here I go.......
The rules:

1. Put Your iTunes/ music player on Shuffle
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER WHAT!!!

After you've answered all of the questions, tag 5 other people and then let them know they've been tagged.
# IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?
I say ; The best damn thing- avril lavigne [Wow!]

# WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
It would be ; Lost- anouk[???]

# WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL ?
I like ; Emotional attyachar- Dev D [Lmao!]

# HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
I feel ; Numb-Linking Park. [:-/]

# WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
It is ; Rockstar- Nickelback - [How I wish! Well, keeping jokes apart, please check this song out if you haven't already. Features in my top-ten 'priceless' list :-)]

# WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
They think ; Tum ho to-Rock on! [Awwww, simply love you guys! Lol..]

# WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
I think ; Witchy woman-Eagles. [LOL! No no, I love them both.]

# WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
I think ; How you remind me- Nickelback. [nevermind!]

# WHAT IS 2+2?
It is -> Tinka tinka-Karm. [lol! This made me literally roll on the floor laughing! Of the 500 odd songs, why this?]

# WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
I think; You’r beautiful- James Blunt. [Haila!]

# WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
I think ; Push-Enrique [Lmao!]

# WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
It is ; Zombie-Cranberries [:-) , Love the song!

# WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
I want to be ; Never gonna be alone- Nickelback [Oops!]

# WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
I would think ; Hero - Mariah Carey. [:-D sure!!]

# WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
They think; Mistake- Nickelback. [:P]

#WAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
I would dance to ; Jame Raho - Taare Zameen Par. [God! ]

# WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
They will play ; Bubbly- Colbie Caillat. [Man! this just made my day! :-)]

# WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
My interest is ; Payaliya- Dev D. [Errr, no comments!]

# WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
It is ; The Happiest Days of Our Life - Pink Floyd. [Yea, that pretty much sums it all up :-P]

# WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
I think ; love to see you cry- Enrique [Ha ha, not exactly!]

# WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THIS TAG?.
Ah! absolute delight!

My support system!

2010-02-14T20:28:00.002+05:30

another dedication post! This time on valentine’s day :-)

Dedicated to the 35 important and influencing people in my life

Important because they supported me when I could see no friendly face around;
Important because I can’t imagine my life without them
Important because I care about them, in the same way that they care about me.
Important because I love them and I know I don’t say it enough.

So here they are; the most influential and imperative set of people to me (in no particular order)

Mom: I love the way you trust me blindly. I am proud of you the way you are! I love you!

Payal kalra: You are one of the first people to know if I am upto anything. You are one person I wanna hold onto all my life for pep-talks. You always manage to show me sense in a directionless path and that makes you special. Whatever anyone might say, I can trust you with my life. And you give good advice at midnight. love you sweetoo!

Neha Gupta: Our friendship has last so long that I have now begun to feel its magnificence. 8 years? Eh? Thanks for being around gal, your friendship has been a sheer delight!

Neha Gupta(college): college would be different if you were not around. Keep in touch. Love you..

Deepali Singh: My guide through music and someone who continues to remind me that I have a long way to go in Guitar :-P

Pragati Joon :-) I don’t have enough words, but yea, you do come in this list :-) Thanks for being there when I needed you.

Preeti Rani: . You made keeping my time table at college really easy, Thank-you.

Baisil K Joseph: One of the sweetest guys I know. You are a gr8 friend!

Vikas Bhagat: Influencial? Ofcourse. My course instructor and philosopher n guide. I take this opportunity 2 thank you sir, for constantly pumping in the required energy in all of us. You are the best.

Ashish Sahijani: we used to go to school together. I was too small at that time but you were my best buddy that time! I miss you somewhere down my heart!

Akanksha: My friend all through CA-CPT. Please forgive me for not keeping in touch. Thinking of you will always bring a smile to my face.

Kanika Vij: You are a gr8 friend gal. I fondly remember all the fun times I had with you. I hope you feel the same way about me, tc!

Nishith Bahety: I am sure u’ll do well in life. Good luck!!

Deepali Gupta: Yea, Happy Valentine’s Day sweetheart! If not in school, after school you are one of the people I fondly remember of childhood days.

Yukti Singhal: I ve probably not said that too many times, but yes, you matter to me. We have not spent ages together, thanks to the final year, but I value our friendship.

Apoorva Bhardwaj: your simplicity and strength is enviable. You were my first friend at the college. Love you..

Piyush Awasthi: You rock! But I am still waiting to see you perform. Ping me when you perform next time!

Priyanka Jain: As confused and directionless as me. I know we don’t talk much now a days, but there was a phase when I used to wait all day to talk to you in the evening. I don’t know how much it made a difference to you, but on me, it had a very different kind of impact. You are a special friend Pri! yes, my rock guru :-P

Aashia Mathur: metro helped us come close. I find you are the best one at the college! Keep in touch!

Surbhi Jain: One of my very good friends and definitely one person I am proud of. I am sorry if I have ever hurt you.

Vaishali Jain: you remind me of a question mark(oops!). but all I know is that you are very good at heart!

Shagun Taneja: motto, You are one of the friendliest people I have come across till date. I love your spirit gal. Keep rocking!

Neha bhardwaj:: All the advices and all the chatting. You are cute, and I like you just the way you are. No matter what, stay the same.

Swati Aggarwal: Aashia Mathur helped me know you well. A sweet down to earth girl! Take care!

Rishabh Thukral: I got to know you on the trekking trip! and well, it has been an absolute delight knowing you :-). [Yea, you don’t sing well :-P]

Suraj singhal: your commitment to work sometimes annoys me! All I can say is, keep in touch!

Pankit Narang: the gullible guy at school has grown up now! Its fun to be around with you and your jokes no more bore me!

Anshu sharawat: You are such a sweet heart! Helped us pass through 11th standard! Thanks a lot! I value your friendship!

Purti Soni: you are the coolest head girl I know. May you reach all heights. one friend I wanna treasure for life. A gem of a friend, definitely!

Paramjeet Rana: a rebellion. I could never make it up with you at school. But, now it seems to have changed! And Thanks for always keeping a seat for me at NGPA!

Jyoti Gupta: a kiddo! I am glad we made friends. Take good care and keep in touch!

Suman: haven’t spent a lot of time with you but your company seems to be doing good to me! All I can say is that stay honest, stay good!

Ritika gupta: You have been a friend, cute and smart little friend dear. Hope it stays that way. :-)

Prerna: stop doing the chichoragiri* after the college! Get back home early and study! Lol.. the other kidding is fine, but I am glad that we are such special kind of friends.

Simmi Bhasin: my maths teacher in 5th standard. I was too young to say that but I totally loved you ma’m. you always helped me to perform to my best capabilities. I miss you mam!

I can never include every-one who matters, but then these are the ones who are like life-support systems to me.
Happy Valentine's Day everyone.

Happy Valentine's Day!!

2010-02-14T02:24:00.003+05:30

Today is a day just like any other. It is no more special than yesterday or tomorrow. No doubt, it’s Valentine's Day! But it's been 2 years when I lost someone I loved. I planned the rest of my life with him and it fell apart right before my eyes on a cold Sunday night.

But this is not a sad story.

This is a happy story.

This guy made me who I am today. Without him I wouldn't be the person that I need to be. I learned so much from him and through our relationship. It was tough and it was hard, but you can't learn from it if it doesn't hurt.

I am thankful for my past. I am thankful for my present. I am thankful for my future.

I say all that to say, after a break up its okay to be mad. It's okay to be angry and it's okay to be hurt. But after all that, be grateful, be thankful and be happy. Take it from one use-to-be heartbroken girl. After it's all said and done, the pain subsides, the memories fade, and there is hope and life still ahead. I just wish someone would have told me it would eventually be this good. It just takes time.
Lots and lots of time.

I encourage you to move on and let it be.
Forgive and forget.
All you can do is try to do it better the next time around and hope for the best.
Guard you heart and keep your standards high.
But "The One" is out there, he's just waiting for the most perfect unexpected time to sweep you off your feet...

My Name is Khan

2010-02-12T14:34:00.001+05:30

I have always liked Srk. To me, he's the best! The only reason I started disliking him from some time now that he seems to be so much of a money minded person. Being the best, he can always maintain a standard and not indulge in things like performing at someone's marriage. Such things apart, he was stupendous is the movie.

Questions of religious and national identity, of the sense of right and wrong, But what triumphs over all the complexities unfolding in a post 9/11 America is Rizwan Khan and his essential goodness that tells you unwaveringly – his name is Khan and he is not a terrorist.

Director Karan Johar is in unfamiliar territory here. No candy floss romance, no sweet no honeyed words, things, nobody breaking into song. Just the super intelligent Rizwan, who has Asperger’s Syndrome, a form of autism, his halting voice with his inability to communicate, and his many relationships – with his mother, his brother, and yes, Mandira, and her son Sam. I personally never thought that Karan could pull it off so well!! Move over Rahul, Rizwan is here. Shah Rukh makes the transition from the eternal romantic to the intense Rizwan who finds love and loses it. If Shah Rukh lives and breathes Rizwan in what is one of his finest roles, Kajol as Mandira, the vivacious single mother, is also good – as always. The chemistry between them if not always crackling, then heartwarming. All credit to Karan Johar for that.

Plenty of great one liners. When he is refused entry into a presidential fundraiser for the poor in Africa that is only for Christians, he leaves behind $500 saying: ‘This if for those who are not Christians in Africa.’ The music by Shankar Ehsaan Loy is superb as always!

My Name Is Khan will prove to be a landmark film in the careers of Karan Johar, Shah Rukh Khan and of course Kajol. It’s a film with a strong message and is yet very entertaining at the same time. The film actually delivers more than one expected it to.

Reason to Blog

2010-02-10T22:26:00.001+05:30

For quite a while, I thought that blogs were a means of making people read your views and ideas or anything that you find interesting and suited for others to read.

Some posts later, I have realized that, more than anything, blogging acts as a means for the blogger to know what (s)he feels, what (s)he thinks and what are his/her opinions about various issues, or products or people, pretty much about anything. It brings his/her subconscious thoughts to the forefront and actually allows oneself to analyze them further and build opinions based on them. The topics on which one writes are something, about which one has thoughts in his/her mind and wants to pen them down. However, the incentive of the audience is always there, but what I want to stress is that, lack of a large audience would not spell doom.

This sort of thing is not new, for we had people writing their diaries (blogs are sometimes also referred to as online diaries) from ancient times. But the aspects which have changed are quite phenomenal. Previously, though the diary writing was not that of a secret affair, a conscious effort was made by the writers to restrict the contents to themselves. These days, one has become more open and wants – or atleast does not mind – others reading his mind in the form of the thoughts he wants to share.

Also, the convenience of doing all these things has attracted people towards it. Unlike before, when it was almost impossible to make available your daily accounts for others, blogs have overcome this aspect. You no longer need to bind together your ideas into a book to be published and made available, you can just post them at your convenience – in terms of size, time etc. - and others can ravish them.

What I increasingly find myself doing is that any situation I experience, in my mind I try to make it into a post for my blog, with the title and everything. Sometime I feel that by posting it, I would be able to refer to it in the future and may be learn, and thereby gain from it. But, I realize that the actual aim of writing is to make a permanent impression about it in the mind, so that you never have to refer to it, and it gets imbibed.

Learnings in Life!

2010-02-09T23:45:00.000+05:30

Many a times, here are things which have a hype created around them. And when you actually encounter them, they are nowhere close to what was being said of them. For e.g. many books (like Alchemist, The Monk who sold his Ferrari etc.) are very famous and are selling in huge numbers even after being in the market for quite a while now. I have read the two books mentioned above and was utterly disappointed. I just could not understand what all the fuss is about. The books have a lot of knowledge about life, how to lead your life etc. I believe everyone knows what about these things. Mostly people are aware of what is good and what is not so good; what one should do (ideally) and what one should refrain from doing.

It is when one goes to the groundwork of implementing things (in their life or elsewhere) that people are not good at. So, whatever you are trying to teach them is redundant and the area where people have issues (namely, implementation) cannot be taught. It has to come from within. People are just being fooled when the authors and publishers mint money. The problem with the authors (and for that matter many of the modern sages) is that while they say that one should not run after the materialistic world, their aim of doing that is to get all the worldly pleasures for themselves.

Handwriting analysis.

2010-02-09T22:53:00.001+05:30

I just came through this. I found it really interesting so decided to post.
http://handwritingwizard.com/analysis.php

And here it is...
ps: i have no clue as to how reliable and true it is!

This personality profile is based on the writing of Surbhi Jain created at the website: Handwriting Wizard.com - Handwriting University's Official automated personality report creator based on standardized basic personality traits as taught through Handwriting University's Certification Level Program.

Surbhi is moderately outgoing. Her emotions are stirred by sympathy and heart rendering stories. In fact, she can be kind, friendly, affectionate and considerate of others. She has the ability to put herself into the other person's shoes.

Surbhi will be somewhat moody, with highs and lows. Sometimes she will be happy, the next day she might be sad. She has the unique ability to get along equally well with what psychology calls introverts and extroverts. This is because she is in between. Psychology calls Surbhi an ambivert. She understands the needs of both types. Although they get along, she will not tolerate anyone that is too "far out." She doesn't sway too far one way or the other.

When convincing her to buy a product or an idea, a heart rendering story could mean a great deal to her. She puts herself in the same situation as the person in the story, yet she will not buy anything that seems overly impractical or illogical. Surbhi is an expressive person. She outwardly shows her emotions. She may even show traces of tears when hearing a sad story.

Surbhi is a "middle-of-the-roader," politically as well as logically. She weighs both sides of an issue, sits on the fence, and then will decide when she finally has to. She basically doesn't relate to any far out ideas and usually won't go to the extreme on any issue.

People that write very large tend to be very social and friendly. It seems Surbhi has this type of writing. This indicates a need for people and a particular natural ability to socialize and be the life of the party. Now, if Surbhi also has specific fears (like fear of criticism or fear of trust) then she will deny she is the life of the party, because fear has overcome her natural inclination to be social. People with large handwriting tend to be effective at anything that requires interaction with lots of people. she is a people person.

Surbhi will demand respect and will expect others to treat her with honor and dignity. Surbhi believes in her ideas and will expect other people to also respect them. She has a lot of pride.

Surbhi is talkative. She enjoys talking and socializing. She may talk when there is absolutely nothing important to say. She enjoys speaking.

Because Surbhi has zigzagged shaped 'm' and 'n' hump, Surbhi is an analytical thinker. Her mind sifts and examines facts. She interprets all facts by separating them, breaking them down, and organizing them from a critical point of view. This pattern of clarifying facts contributes to her strong reasoning ability. Surbhi's mind is constantly analyzing all situations that she encounters.

Surbhi is a practical person whose goals are planned, practical, and down to earth. This is typical of people with normal healthy self-esteem. She needs to visualize the end of a project before she starts. she finds joy in anticipation and planning. Notice that I said she plans everything she is going to do, that doesn't necessarily mean things go as planned. Surbhi basically feels good about herself. She has a positive self-esteem which contributes to her success. She feels she has the ability to achieve anything she sets her mind to. However, she sets her goals using practicality-- not too "out of reach". She has enough self-confidence to leave a bad situation, yet, she will not take great risks, as they relate to her goals. A good esteem is one key to a happy life. Although there is room for improvement in the confidence catagery, her self-perception is better than average.

Surbhi is sarcastic. This is a defense mechanism designed to protect her ego when she feels hurt. She pokes people harder than she gets poked. These sarcastic remarks can be very funny. They can also be harsh, bitter, and caustic at the same time.

Surbhi has a healthy imagination and displays a fair amount of trust. She lets new people into her circle of friends. She uses her imagination to understand new ideas, things, and people.

Surbhi exaggerates about everything that has a physical nature. Although she may not intend to deceive or mislead, she blows things way out of proportion because that is the way she views them. She will be a good story teller. This exaggeration relates to all areas of her material world. Surbhi allows many people into her life because she is accepting and trusting. She is sometimes called gullible by her friends. That only really means that she trusts too many people. Surbhi has a vivid imagination.

For a graphologist, the spacing on the page reflects the writer's attitude toward their own world and relationship to things in his or her own space. If the inputted data was correct Surbhi has left lots of white space on the left side of the paper. Surbhi fills up the rest of the page in a normal fashion. If this is true, then Surbhi has a healthy relationship to the past and is ready to move on. The right side of the page represents the future and Surbhi is ready and willing to get started living now and planning for the future. Surbhi would like to leave the past behind and move on.

My 3rd Year at College

2010-02-09T21:52:00.001+05:30

Had thought that the year would be chill
Included in it would be all non-academic frill
The start has not been that good
Had more time to vile away, I wish I could

The number of classes are more than last year
Though of exams, there is less fear
Yet the classes have been strategically staggered
I want all of them to get gathered

So that half my days are fully free
And I can be all up and glee
But the intentions of the administration seem otherwise
3rd year seems smaller brother of 2nd year in disguise

This is when I dont have any of those courses
Which to study, the subject forces
And still I don't understand where my time goes
Just hoping that someone lessens the dose...

Stay in touch!

2010-02-02T23:58:00.001+05:30

Conversations... atleast the long ones... always leave me with the longing for more...

Being a little busy in past few days with my college internals and entrances, it gave me no time to stay in contact with any of my friends. It sounds awkward to me that I didn't even talk to my best friend for a long period of time and surprisingly, I didn’t even feel the need as it always does!

Needless to say that the realization of how few of those conversations I've had in the past few days really gives me a sinking feeling... of how it will be in the future, when all of us will get busier, trying to fight our way to our professional goals...
It all sounds good in books and movies that relationships are a thing of the heart, and they are never lost... blah blah blah... but in reality, it is essential to keep in touch...

So here's to all my friends... I hope we all stay in touch...
"Someone remembers, someone cares;
Your name is whispered in someone’s prayers."

I grow cold...

2010-02-01T13:29:00.001+05:30

All your words,
Worth their weight in gold.
The times we spent together,
And we grew old.

All those moments where I blindly trusted you,
And closed my eyes.
Thinking that's you in real,
And not some disguise.

All those doubts,
That I put to rest.
Thinking you would give me nothing else,
But only your best.

And you chose to walk away,
Without an inkling of remorse.
Putting my faith to test,
Leaving me clueless in a forest so dense.

I thought you were my sunshine,
To stare the clouds of gloom away.
But you led me to my loss of innocence,
As I grow cold every day.

Oh Scrap!!

2010-01-31T21:45:00.002+05:30

Just a random idea to make a scrapbook about my college... people i met there! i love them all :)

Lost...

2010-01-17T11:41:00.003+05:30

As I stand in the shadows of solitude
Crying tears for all that's lost...
Lost hope still lingers around
Wish I could let it go...

I’ve tried everything I could
I can’t seem to erase the pain
That is clogging my arteries...
That’s stopping me to breathe...

I should stop looking
I should stop trusting
That things will happen when they are meant to
Coz waiting generates anxieties

What if it never comes?
Where shall I place this trust?
Not in myself...
Not again...

I thought I could do this
Thought I could succeed...
But it’s all shattered now...

The worst feeling is that
I have nothing to show
The feelings are there,
But the words refuse to come out...

I want to be alone…
Not even friends
To gather the hope...
To come back to life…

Shattered hopes...

2010-01-17T00:09:00.003+05:30

Life “was” just the perfect. Not that I was in a fantasy land, but I was satisfied with everything I have.

"Always think positive" this must be on the minds of lacs of MBA aspirants!! And the same was true in my case. I just kept thinking positive just to keep me going. A lot of miserable situations came in from time to time. But I never gave up. With every subsequent aimcat, I changed my strategy and tried my best to work upon it. But sometimes, it goes above your head. Life makes it impossible for you to think positive… to go ahead… to succeed!! I wish I could do this… I had never explicitly planned up my life but this was not definitely something that I had thought for!

Today was the day for sibm (pune) calls!! It was supposed to be a big day for me. From my score (86), I didn’t expect a sibm (pune) call! But I could always estimate the calls that I can possibly get! And with the cutoffs as high as 107, it’s all shattered for me! What the hell??!! Cutoffs cannot be that high! It always lingers between 80 and 90! It doesn’t make sense for me to think positive now! No chances of getting into a decent B School… At least not for this year!

It hurts! Badly!! Last 6 months have been tough… Really tough!! Today when I think of it, I regret… why did I even thought of getting into a B School?

With all the hopes shattered and nowhere to go… I wonder what will tomorrow bring for me!! But I really wish it wasn’t that way!!

So-called "Breast Cancer Campaign"

2010-01-10T07:46:00.005+05:30

Around 8pm, I saw a weird Facebook status update from a friend. The update read, "Black" Huh? Over the next few hours, more than half the status updates in my feed turned out to be colors, mostly pink, beige, and black. I figured out later that these were colors of bras. I somehow thought it to be stupid and did not participate!!

I just thought it to be pointless!! And you know what I didn't do? Think about breast cancer. That, however, was supposedly the point of the exercise. No one knows who started this but there are reports that it was started by a Detroit woman to spread breast cancer awareness! And there it was... a pointless campaign for breast cancer (that’s what media says)!! I received a message that said

"We are playing a game...... silly, but fun! Write the color of your bra as your status, just the color, nothing else!! Copy this and pass it on to all girls...... NO MEN!! This will be fun to see how it spreads, and we are leaving the men wondering why all females just have a color as their status!! Let's have fun”

I wonder how did the message aware me of breast cancer and how could I do such favors by doing this superfluous activity. In this exposed age, this campaign doesn't strike me as very naughty thing to do—typing in the word "beige" is a far cry from dirty talk. But ultimately, what's the point of it? Almost all the people who are updating their status boxes with bra colors are doing only that. They're not saying a word about cancer. This isn't awareness or education; it's titillation.There's nothing wrong using nontraditional and goofy marketing tactics to raise awareness of public-health issues. Sometimes, if it's done really well, it can make people laugh while they're learning something serious. Other times, it's done in ways that are hugely successful. But what was the purpose?? I still cannot get the answer.

I am not sure if I can find anyone in this world right now who is unaware of breast cancer. What we need now is not the far-fetched knowledge but a scientific clarity to the people as to its cure!! Such campaigns could have been of some help a decade back but know, we need measures... strong ones!!

I liked a status by a writer that read, "Post what your arteries look like and support a cure for heart disease!"

Repressed desires of the "toddler"

2010-01-07T01:54:00.002+05:30

Reading about celebrities and their lives is not my cup of tea. And so, Delhi Times is something I try and stay away. But it was something different yesterday! Actually the headlines caught my attention.

"11 year old reality TV star kills herself!!"

What the heck!! How can 11 year old girl kill herself!! It has actually left me aghast. When I was this age, I didn’t even know the word "suicide". Is it the exposure to the television or what? She has been a participant in boogie woogie and some other shows. A great dancer... that is what her parents n neighbors say. But why suicide. That’s because her parents asked her to discontinue with the dance classes and concentrate on studies. the first thing that comes to my mind after the suicide thingy is that she was passionate about dancing thing but how can she be so crazy! How can she even think of hanging herself with the dupatta?? Common, she is just 11!

This cannot be her own idea. She must have seen it somewhere and it cannot be anything other than TV. I am sure watching TV is an educational activity but exposure of children to this extent can surely be harmful. Harmful to this extent!! Anything cannot be important than a life... Especially when it comes to the reality shows for children, I strongly believe that they should be banned. A child can not be allowed to ruin his life by doing these shows. I am sure that their education suffers during the process and that is the most crucial part. Education can make or ruin the life. Education makes you rational and in that case, it is less probable that you would take such uncanny steps.

I am still trying to figure out the psyche of the child. What she must be going through... what must be her state of mind while doing this! Dance must have become life for her. but to this extent!! It shakes me from within to think of her parents. They must be unaware of such psyche. Otherwise they could have stopped this for sure. Damn! I wish it wasn't this way!

All said and done, it leaves nothing for anyone except a lost artist and remorseful parents...

World is imperfect and so are the people!!

2010-01-05T17:52:00.002+05:30

• People sending anonymous requests on orkut saying, “Hey… wanna make me frand??”
• People who show that they care even when they don’t
• People who can bitch 24*7
• People sending testimonials with word art (for ex- A guitar made of hashes and asterisks) to friends.
• People who forward mails saying, “you’ll die if you delete this”
• People who play orkut games and gleefully publish their “high scores”
• People who mull over their life story even in the first meeting with someone!
• People who take their “aim cats” so easily that they can go and have their meals in between.
• People in the metro who cannot use their ear plugs and play “their kind” of music for everybody to listen!
• People who lose their identities just to be someone. I mean “wanna be”!!
• People who cannot talk about anything but themselves!!
• People who are hard core attention seekers!!
• People who say, “Kuch nahi aata yaar” just before the exams and score highest in the class.
• People who put Katrina kaif in their dp at their profiles

and the list goes on and on...

Being a good girl

2010-01-05T00:13:00.000+05:30

Oh God!!! My internals are 4 days away and I don’t want to study!! Not that, I never study!! It’s just because I’m fed up! Last 4-6months, I have been slogging my ass to study!! I'm bored of it now!! I don’t think if I can take it anymore! I need to rest...But I know it’s not the time to rest.

So, I have decided to be "the good girl". I'll study from now on...
I will wake up early to study... facebooking just for 2hours... less of blogging…. no roaming around with friends... no more watching TV.....Long studying sessions with “seldom” breaks!

So, Happy studying sessions to me :)

I wish CAT@IIM's and parity could go hand in hand...

2010-01-02T20:29:00.002+05:30

The first phase of CAT 2009 was from November 28th to December 8th, 2009. The second phase of CAT 2009 will be on January 30th and 31st, 2010.

The following candidates would be scheduled for a test in the second phase of CAT 2009:

1.those who could not take the test due to planned or unplanned closure of their test lab and were not rescheduled later in the first phase. (This does not include voluntary no-shows.)
2. Those who were rescheduled but could not appear for the test because of notice period of less than 48 hours.
3. Those who were rescheduled but could not appear for the test as they were rescheduled in a city different from their original choice.
4. Those who pressed the End/Quit button within the first 120 minutes during the first three days of the testing window and have not been rescheduled yet. (If a candidate in this category chooses not to take the rescheduled test, then his/her score from the first phase of testing will be retained.)
5. Those who completed the test in more than 140 minutes of clock-time* due to computer disruptions. (If a candidate in this category does not appear for the rescheduled test, then his/her score from the first phase of testing will be considered null and void.)
6. Those who completed the test in 136 minutes to 140 minutes of clock-time* due to computer disruptions would have an option to take the rescheduled test. (If a candidate in this category does not appear for the rescheduled test, then his/her score from the first phase of testing will be retained.)
7.those who experienced difficulties due to various kinds of disruptions such as frozen computer screen, blank screen, and data/graphic elements not displaying properly; identified through site reports recorded at the test labs and have not been rescheduled yet.

I feel so happy... I hope IIM's can maintain the parity this time.
I felt pang in my heart to see some serious candidates not being able to give the exam. No doubt, they will get 2months of extra preparation and IIM's cannot answer this question. Candidates like me, who have given the exam in December, will be at a disadvantage surely.
Consequently, I pity the guy who did all 60 questions in 3 fucking hrs and wrote on one of the forum, “bhagwan bhi meri 6 IIM se call nahi rok sakta!" such guys are such a big disgrace!

Mixed emotions sinking in.....

A Book, A Film and the controversy!!

2010-01-01T21:52:00.003+05:30

I was scrolling through the channels and I saw a news flash of “3 idiots” on “Aaj tak”. Out of my curiosity, I stopped by to see that the producer of the movie, vidhu vinod chopra made it to the headlines. In an interview with the media, he shouted out on the media for relating 3 idiots with Chetan Bhagat’s novel. Followed by his rage, Aamir Khan pointed to the media and said, “you guys are being used and so are we!!” what a statement!!! How can they trying befool people so easily!!

Readership of five point someone is more than 5lakhs. Everyone who will watch the movie cannot do anything but reconnect with the novel. No doubts, movie is great!! But work of Chetan Bhagat cannot be ignored and should be given the due respect.

Pre-release, the makers made press statements like the movie is only ‘very loosely’, ‘2%-5% inspired by the book’. But the movie portrays 70% of the books. The plot line was same. People meet at ragging, the first class starts with definition of machine, the friends separate, Alok’s paralyzed father, Alok (Raju) moves with Venkat (Chatur), Ryan (Rancho) helps Alok’s father, Alok rejoins group etc etc. From Alok (Raju) jumping to stealing the papers and calling out from Cherian (Virus’) office – the book came alive on screen. It cannot be a coincidence.

I seriously think that Chetan Bhagat should be given the credit he deserves and vidhu vinod chopra and the team of the “idiots” should definitely apologize for the issue. If they are not ready to give the credit, then Chetan Bhagat should take the legal action against the team!!

2009 will remind me of...

2010-01-01T00:50:00.004+05:30

* My Bombay trip (couldn’t have been better!!)
* School alumni I missed (I don’t regret though)
* The attendance letter that landed up at my place... dad's expression was worth a million bucks!! lol..
* my fucking 2nd yr result
* my college's final year!
* never ending assignments and projects
* freaked out faculty at the college
* House party at rishabh's place
* my CAT preparation
* technical glitches in CAT (not to forget the media hype)
* Kailash Kher's concert ( I wish he would have sung "chandan main")

It was not the best of the years I suppose, but not a bad year at all!! i hope 2010 will be among the best :)

I wish I could...

2009-12-31T21:49:00.002+05:30

A scrumptious pizza... creamy mushroom pasta and garlic breads.... I planned my new year this way!! When you live with your parents, especially in a place like Delhi, you cannot expect a permission from them to go for the parties. So is the case with me. Knowing their answer, I didn’t even ask!! What’s the use??!! Better be at home and have some good food... watch some television... do some facebook stuff... n then doze off!!

I hope I get into MBA this year and enjoy my next new year in the hostel :)

Anyways, Happy new year :)

Miseries of an Indian student!!

2009-12-31T16:57:00.010+05:30

I have always been fascinated to see new born babies. And even this time, as soon as I heard of the birth of a baby girl at my neighbor’s place; I went to the hospital to see her. Trust me, she was the cutest ever born on Earth!! I was having a usual conversation with the new mother and I heard her saying," she has to be a bright child. She'll crack GMAT" It actually came off to me as a shock! A baby just born will crack GMAT. I actually stopped for a while and thought," Have I ever thought of cracking GMAT in 20yrs of my life??"

I could now connect myself to the reason of this cutting edge competition in India. I am not saying that competition is bad for India. But the competition has gone beyond the limits. It has now become grueling for the children. Parents want their children to be the best and in the process of being the best, children are losing their childhood, their own self!! On the more, Education system of India enhances this problem.

The education system doesn't believe in practical knowledge, Rather, it works on cramming. Students who cram well can achieve everything they want. I have recently seen 3 Idiots, and I am happy to see that at least someone cares about the issue. Such issues, if discussed in media, can possibly help me making the change.

The movie talks about the engineering students who have been instigated by their parents to be the engineers. They even have to leave their own interests aside to be what their parents wanted them to be. It’s a great movie portraying the pressures of the Indian students. And as always, Aamir Khan was able to convey the social message very clearly.

I seriously believe that if all of it goes like this, Indian student will never be able to pursue their own interests. Instead, they will go on meeting up their parent interests. We need to change. Not only the parents need to change, but the education system, peer group and everyone who influences the destiny of the Indian student. I know that the change won’t happen in a day. But we can wait.

Wait for the revolution in the Education system!!!

For Neha....

2009-12-31T14:23:00.006+05:30

on her birthday!!

My ReSoLutiOnS 2010 :)

2009-12-31T13:25:00.002+05:30

I really mean it this tym:)

* I'll gain WeiGht this year. will hv all the JunK foOd i can. twice a day doesnt do the JoB!!

* WatCh more TV. It's very eDucaTionAl. I'll Catch up on all those ProgGraMs i have missed in last 6 months.

* I think i'm doing my cHoRes a bit on time. so i'll try n start ProCraStiNatinG more.

* I will not BoRe my teachers with the same eXcuSeS for coming late to the cLasSes. I will tHinK of some more ExCuseS.

* I'll get back to all the PeOpLe who were nasty to me last year. FuCk "ForGet and ForGive"

* I'll aTteNd my cOlleGe ReGularLy and RaiSe my AttenDanCe from 30% to 100% ;)

* I'll StoP sLeePinG so much and liMit it to JuSt 10 hrs a DaY!!

* I'll try being MoRe OrgaNiZed anD will tRy and KeeP my StuDy sYsteMatic!!

HAPPY COMMONWEALTH!!

2009-12-30T19:34:00.000+05:30

It was 13th November, 2003 in Jamaica; when Commonwealth Games Federation took the decision on the basis of an election process that INDIA will host commonwealth games 2010. It came off as a surprise to the Indians that after 7 years, common wealth will be held in Delhi. Indians knew it very well that we were not ready for this. But we believe in “athithi devo bhava” and so we held our hands together towards making Delhi the best host ever. There were a lot of preparations to be made.

The first agenda was to improve our public transportation system. And as we can see, metro came to us as a surprise. Nobody could expect metro running through almost all parts of Delhi (even places like chandni chowk!!). Metro helped people with convenience and so a lot of people preferred commuting daily to their offices, etc by metro. But the volume of people travelling through metro is enormous. Less availability of the trains is making the situation even worse. New projects coming up in gurgaon, airport, etc cannot start until we have adequate supply of the trains to meet the need.

Even the BRT corridors, made in order to provide buses proper routes to travel, remained to be of no use. They instead gave rise to traffic jams in that area. Several flyovers are under construction. Construction of these flyovers has made those areas more prone to traffic. In short, all efforts to control traffic in Delhi go unnoticed. I have serious apprehensions as to whether the flyovers will be done before 2010 commonwealth.

No offences to the government who is working hard towards being a good host but what I fear is that the budget of the 2010 Delhi Commonwealth Games has touched Rs.5165 crores ($11.53 billion). And these 5165 crores won’t come from anywhere but the public. so judicious use of the funds should be the priority.

But to look at the bright side; In spite of several problems lingering around, Delhi looks great and ready to go!! With the metro, new flyovers coming up, wider roads, welcoming people; green Delhi would definitely leave a mark behind on the time stamp.

HAPPY COMMONWEALTH!!

It's You...

2009-12-30T04:00:00.000+05:30

I need you to realize
How much I need you in my life
You keep me alive
And i'll always fight for you

Every word I write
I'm always thinking about you
Every song I sing
is with ur face engrossed in my mind

Cuz I love you
And I need you
you are my guiding light
To whats true
thats me and you
forever my heart is in your hands....

Every smile i make
is so true cuz i'm truly happy
Every day i awake
I thank god for giving me you

well i know sometimes
I've made mistakes
I've gone and choose the wrong way
But I need to know

that i'll always love and only need you