77-Fiction: Child labor

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!

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

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

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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...

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...

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!!

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 :)

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