I am not totally useless...

I can be used as a bad example!!!

When strawberries meet chocolates...an interestin love story

It was a shivering chilly winter morning... so u guys have already started imaginin, ya...

Yeh un dino ki baat hai jab nani frock pahenti thi...

baaton ke naam par woh, kahani sunane lagti thi

nani ko tha aata nahin khana vana banana

jaanti thi woh bas chota chulah jalana

ek din ki baat suno, jab hui woh thodi badi

unki maa ne unko bola, beta banao kadhi

nani jee ko gussa aaya, ajee yeah kya baat hui

main toh maan abhi choti hoon, mithi chuimui

yeh kissa yahin chodkar chalo aage badhen

nanajee ko bhi toh jaane jo hai aage khaden

Nani ne nana ko dekha, ho gaya pyaar

lekar aa gayi unke liye ek barni achaar

nanajee hue nahin achaar se utne khush

nani ki mehnat ho gayi pal bhar main fush

nana ne farmaish ki lao mere liye cake

if u don knw how to cook" jus learn to bake"

sun nana ki baat nani gayi darr

banane achha cake woh jhat bhaagi ghar

Unhone nikali dadima ki purani recipe book

apron n hat pahen ban gayi woh cook

layi dher si strawberries n also chocolate

bana rahin sumthin woh, for her Soulmate

unki mumma hui shock jaankar beti kitchen main

unke liye toh tha yeah" like rainin in month of Jan"

mumma puchi kya hua beta, baat mujhe bat

is cake ki story zara detail main mujhe sunao

kahani sunai humari nani of her first date

mumma zaldi banao cake warna ho jaaegi late

yummy yummy cake bana for my sweet nana

icing kari nani ne ne "O My Sweet Jaana"

nana ho gaye khush, ekdum funtoosh

nani boli nana ko kabhi na jaana ruus

tabse chali aa rahi hai cake banane ki pratha

kahani hui khatam ab hata sawan ki ghata

when strawberries meet chocolate in a sweet cake

Poets like me think for poems to bake

This was a tribute to two of my love viz. strawberries and chocolates..

Now for God's sweet sake, puhleez stop readin dis nani ki kahani

n post sum comments on the bar below dis

Mysterious ... Am I?

Guys say I am a Mystery
But will they read that its all a history
Yes, I know that they are quite confused
But thats wht I am... why such fuss
They ask me why r u so so sad
there's no reason n I go mad
Why r u so happy, somethin special
Life's so kewl, why to b dull
I have nothin to hide
I can take u on a ride
Just dat i hve not much to talk
Instead u can take me on a walk
" u knw wht" is not my cup of tea
gossips jus make me flee
I prefer solitude to boring company
always love People who are funny
Freinds shud be very good at humor
as I kep on blabbering comedy rumor
I dont really like praises
but love if they r phrases
Get bored very very soon
But go on watching cool cartoon
I like drawing and writing
Guess wht, also fighting
I am not quite Fat (every gal swears by it)
But u knw.. easily put on weight
i hve got somewht curly hair
dont get happy, theyare not rare
Like talking crap n total crap
Chaps jus give a good slap
I am fond of dressing, very very much
jus do mix n match as such
Ohh, My Gawd, can write an epic
which surely cannot be made a movie flick
O come ono buddies, puhleez mew
Mysterious..Am I? is that true???!!! HUH?

Hug Department: Always open

I will not play a tug o' war

I'd rather play hug o' war

where everyone hugs instead of tugs,

n everyone giggles and rolls on the rug,

where everyone kisses and everyone grins

everyone cuddles and everone wins.

A hug delights and warms and charms,that must be why God gave us arms.

I am not playing on words, hug is what you need when you don't get what you want.
Even if your ex-boyfriend ( n girlfriend for boys) is dumping you, if s/he bids u a farewel with a sweet warm hug, you feel as if you are on the seventh heaven.
Your friend isn't on good terms with u and you need her eagerly then just go and hug her and in a jiffy, you will receive all the smiles which u needed.

I am not playing sanjay dutt aka munnabhai but giving my blog readers some gyaan on the "ART OF TOUCH".Whenever I want to show "I care" I touch the person's hand with a feeling that s/he will try to understand me. Making someone seem special is not only about words and sending sweet caring sms but to make a soft corner for yourself in their hearts, and there's no way better than holding thier hands and say "I am there for you".
A hug is a great gift - one size fits all, and it's easy to exchange, in other words, a hug is a handshake from the heart.

A hug is an universal language. When you don't have words to say, just give awarm hug n thother person will understand your feelings. I am an opportunity hugger, I don't discriminate while hugging. Don't Forget that you find heaven in your mother's hug....I will not bore u more and end by giving all of u a warm virtual hug.

I love your
body....

'coz your soul is in
it!!!!

Wssp with gold?!!!

Mirror, Mirror on the wall
What is the important thing of all?
Your highness,
Of course, its Gold…
Tell me the reason, Oh, Mirror!
Your Highness:

It’s in the heart of Gold
Are preserved the words sweetly told.
There are Golden memories of sweetheart
Who has for ever depart.
Gold is what is seen in the eyes
When someone’s love for you never dies.
Can be worn in many different ways
To adorn yourself on happy days
Most cherished is Golden facial
To glow her face when its dull
India borrows all her money
By exchanging Gold, isn’t it funny?
Happiest one, when it comes to rescue
When girlfriend’s birthday gift is due!

But O Highness!
It really must have been Heaven’s true art
To create Parents with Golden heart

Wanna be 18 til I die..

Read on...




Wanna be young the rest of my life
Never say no, try anything twice
Till the angels come and ask me to fly
Gonna be 18 till I die…

There’s something attached to the word teen
And hence is loved age eighteen
Free as a bird you seem to be
Now I’ll tell you what’s 18 to me

18 is the age I’ll always be
Nothing more expected from me
Must have been an artist’s creative hand
Who gave this age like a magic wand

Suddenly you are intelligent and bright
Leading yourself from darkness to light
Learning the hard way what is fine
Making the luster within you shine

Out of school, entering college
Grabbing things, they called knowledge
Age when creativity is at its best
All the problems now seem to rest

I love to set my own trend
Never care about a boyfriend
Make all my dreams come through
Visualize myself getting through

Everything suddenly turns sweet
World too, comes at your feet
18 is surely the age you roar
What can I write more?

Happiness is a State of Mind

Happiness is knowing someone
Nice like you…
It’s sharing good times
Together too…

What makes me happy
Is a smile of a baby
To say a word of cheer
to dry a fallen tear
To lend a helping hand
and try and understand
To make and keep a friend
for a broken heart to mend
To brighten someone’s day
not caring about the pay
Never too busy to be kind
and hidden smiles I find
To stop to do little things
n rewarded by the joy it brings

Happiness is also when I tap
solitude in Mother Nature’s lap
Also love of father, sister and someone other
Happiness to me is “smile of my mother”

sister, I miss u

Hey sissie,

" I smile coz u r my sis... I laugh coz there's nothing u can do about it..."


I was just recalling "woh bachpan ke din" and how can u expect me to visualise them without u. I am dying to hear that sentence... mumma aapne toh di ko kitna bada icecream cup khilaya, mum mera paas proof hai.. woh snap dekhlo. Or when being fed up of u, I write an application to mum and pa that u disturb me n all those stuff. I wanna here pa teasing u... main papa ke haath se bournvita nahin lungi, mum hi degi... or mujhe mamma jagayegi tab jagungi. N also, I miss u most when I am having dinner or lunch or that cadbury yaar, I am not satisfied until I have it fom ur plate or maarofy a bite 4m u.

So u have pohe without bhujia or still munch them subah, shaam n raat. arrey yaar, v were given n assignment of "how will you spend the last 24 hours... n mentioned that by having a delicious breakfast made by my sis. so what r u preparin this time, haan I wanna play ludo n business with you. I miss these games over here. don expect that I will miss playing cards with u ( who knows how to play cards ) N how is our dearest cow.... hehe does mum miss me ven u tease her cow? does she sing those besura songs withou me.. imilagole imilagole, imilagole le liya dupatta mera. hehehe... I remembered when u cried when u asked for bhujia 4m me n i denied. on top of that I laughed at u. know what, I feel like laughing every time u cry as u make a weird kinda face while cryin.

papa... aap toh sirf didi ko pyar karte ho... uske snaps hi liye bachpan main, mere nahin liye. arrey yaar tune har bar bai wali position mari toh papa ko jacha nahin toh fir unhone snaps lena bandh kar diye... aur d u knw what I have changed a lot.. I m back to original "xavier's kinda" girl... n another thing, I also miss ur dadima kinda advice which u r always ready to give, haan ...

Sister, There are lot more things to be written... but not on this blog... call me if u wanna get teased more...

A Messy Mess

No... It's not exactly messy, but the title suits d article.

Gud Mrng, hostelites!!!

I m gonna take u on a tour of our very own mess, so all u guys.... njoy d trip!!!!

Breakfast.....
yup, u r right, this means that u have to break the fast, after having the last fud that you had at 1 or 2 in the nite or sometimes also at 3.
the breakfast is too yummy, and i am not being sarcastic this time, its actually good. breakfast here makes ur day n morning begins with a happy note! with all those medu wadas n uttapas n upma...ummmm but not pohe( i don like it except when its garnished with namkeen, which obviously our messwals don't give). so here's our very gud mrng, meet u all at lunch.

Lunch...
The lunch... ohhh.. first of all, I get scared seeing all those studious people(read MBA) who are sprawling in the mess. then comes the mess bhaiya who asks me kem chho. After staring all those vegetables which can't be called cooked, I find respite when I see the friendly dal smiling at me. After having the plate arranged (the plate which doesn't need any arrangement as u won't find much items there) there comes the best part of having lunch, FINDING A PLACE to sit!!! after facing all the odds, u finally find a place for u n ur friends to sit n suddenly these MBA ppl come asking, "plz can v sit over here" n I m like arrey baba itne mushkil se place dhoondhi hai, kuch to reham karo. n u dont feel like sayiing no, but u do. I never feel satiated after havin lunch n keep askin 4 smething more( read sweets). leave it, yaar. v all always hve lunch as if vr missin the train, or in other words the train is waitin 4 us, the word that i learnt here is ...ek to ghai ghai main khana khao aur upar se sadu si class main ja ke so jao.... next scene: v run... obviously 2 class.

Evening...
usually I don go 2 mess at this time for the simple reason it literally stinks that time.. They serve not-so-cold, not-so-hot coffee which is loaded with lots of coffee powder, of which u realise ven u have the last sip. They also serve u 2 biscuits(which i call "kutranchya biscuit), n not a single extra one is allowed. But u knw me na, if not then knw that after haggling( or in other words, pataofy that bhaiya) I get one more, he! he!

Dinner...
calendar, khana do... calendar khana do...
you all guessed it right, v feel hungry at around 7.00 n fud gets served at 8.00. so v chomp all those junky stuff which is either gathered 4m nearby shops or our mamma has sent it with all those pyaar. Aan haan, v also accept pyaar of our friends mamma, u knw even that's tasty.
so, back 2 dinner. oh no, its 8 n the mess is loaded with vanar sena. I call them vanar sena becoz they cme loaded in bus n stare u... like u all r aliens. no, not at all u can'thave fud with all these ppl. udrop the idea of havin dinner at 8. so u enter that place, mess yaar!! at around 8.45 after waitin 4ur frnds. Obviously, yaar u were havin fud alone first n that why u were undergoin all this maathamari. Now, dinner.. its all nava juna exceptits pavbhaji or chowmein. they r respite 4m the usual fud stuff. u hve fud... smetimes spiting venom on all those guys who r staring us.
dinner done.Yippie!!!! the day's ended...

Suprabhat...
Ab aap ka din shuru hoga mess ke darshan se!!
Ciao

Mera pyaara dange chowk

v all frnds had decided tht v wud surely write about dange chowk whenever v get a chance. so why not on my blog.

our insti is at highway... where u get nothin except chikhal...as in marathi.. v call it kichad. so if u wanna get even ur meaniest of jobs done, for instance get ur footwear mended, u have to go to dange chowk. v all r bugged goin out there. its like suddenly coming to a gaaon, not also village. v r ashamed of telling our friends in pune dat we stay at such a place. so for making it hep.. i suggested dat we shud call it d.c.( dange chowk) just like m.g. road, f.c. road et al.
all of our insti's students life starts from der if v wanna take a ride to the city. for reachin der too, we have to first walk to wakad, den take a six seater( which is full of guys.. oops.. men...how cud u expect that u will find a guy in a six seater, yaar) and v r finally at our beloved place, d.c., as fondly called by us. Now u get all ur work done. Or if u wanna go further, u have many options availaible.. like 6-seater, auto rickshaw or bus.

I generally prefer bus as u can sneak in n out of it without payin a penny. yup. i did it twice, but unknowingly, guys. V are at the city now..... which is full of malls. leave it... as dis post is on d.c. and not on the city. v r now coming back... again in bus... which is always waitin for us at shivajinagar. just imagine.. whenever v r to board a bus... its empty.. the passengers r standin down.. but d moment v enter it d public which is watin down comes in. huh... were these ppl waitin for us to move in....GOD KNOWS.... the journey back is a joy ride.. especially when u are sittin in front... u sing along n u can also escape the weird expressions of people who are sitting behind u...

the problem starts now.. every time d bus stops.. v wonder.. has d.c. come. half of our time passes just like dis. finally v r here at d.c. u take dat 6-seater ride back after haggling with the autowalas. now v r back to pavillion n what, kahani khatam... paisa hajam... oops, waste!!!!

First day at the new insti

It seems as if I am writing something like" My very first day at kindergarten" but beleive me it was close to it.
I was to reach d city a day earlier i.e. on Sunday but these rains na won't listen to you. After spending night at that stupid lodge, I reached hostel on Monday morning. After munching on snacks with darling dost, we shifted our luggage to the new room. We were tryin to get used to that ajeeb sa place... den we saw some girls movin downstairs.... they asked us our course and were surprised that we weren't ready for the college...oops school. Me as usual got panicked that induction is to start at 9.00 but avani as usual calmed me. I wore my fav suit....

Now we are here at the campus... its claustrophobic. the place, they call it poolside is full of rangbirange students... all in the best of attire.. but where are cool hunks, yaar... oh there are only a few boys... we console ourself... arrey absent honge yaar.. ladke kabhi first day nahin aate.
I remember only a few faces on the first day.
Guess what,, they kept us waitin for an hour or so. so what avani n I did was to scan each and every face and utter that cliched dialogue..."yeh to uske jaisi lagti hain na jo apne saath college main thi." ... ha.. ha. just watch her yaar... " woh..usko dekh.. kitni proud lagti hai... jabse aayi hai vaise hi baithi hai.. ek word tak nahin bola" and stuff like that.

Now we move on to other stuffy place which is on third or fourth floor, which they call, auditorium. Nothing interesting happened that could be mentioned.

the day moved on n we gathered for playin games. In the pulling nose wala game.. I ended up pulling same guys nose three times and on top of that I asked his name equal no. of time.
We played many games and all were very funny. I particularly liked the skit which we performed. Me as Aishwarya, nevi as My mom-in-law and avani as janvi and we did abhishek's wedding scene. and now dont ask me who was abhishek in our play as i dont remember.

The day ends over here. but only for college.. now we move on to the hostel after hopping over all the kichad on the highway... seems as if some kind of war is won. now packing for the omt and just passing time with all the girls.

u know we made fun of the 3 tv sets kept over there. all the three tv sets worked. one for watchin blue movie, the other black and the third when u really dont feel like watchin a movie. heh heh it was a PJ . and u all perve nerves blue movie.. in d sense.. the screen was blue and we didnt know how to operate it.

so... this is enuf for the first day and if u wanna write any comments.. just sochofy that if u write any bad comments and in case i know u i m gonna kill u.

discover n be surprised

The one thing which I have learnt after coming to indira is "discover and be surprised". This is because, after coming here, I have learnt that I have become sweet. And also that I talk less. How come this is possible.Not only that, my friends back in Ahmedabad too have started calling me sweet. Good, for a change. But,friends here will know me soon. Because, when their turn comes for discovering and being surprised about me, they will be shocked. they will know that I talk a lot and I am a mastikhor at heart. I can shout, scream and play pranks with boys and girls alike.sooooo, guys n gals out there, r u ready?!!!!!!!!