The best thing about me is you

चार पहर की जिंदगानी

मुझे प्यारी है वह सुबह
जब आसमान गीला होता है
जब धूप सुनहरी होती है
जब मुझे जगाने अम्मा आती है
जब चिडिया की आवाज़ मुझे सताती है
मुझे दोपहर मैं पसंद है
सुने रास्ते जिन पर कोई nahin चल रहा
जब बरगद की छाओं ठंडी लगती है
जब चौकीदार उबासी लेता है
जब माँ थक कर बैठती है
मुझे शाम सुनहरी लगती है
जब मंदीर मैं आरती होती है
जब अम्मा भजन गाती है
जब पापा फोन करते हैं
मुझे सबसे अच्छी लगती है रात
जब खाना परोसा जाता है
जब दादाजी कहानी सुनते हैं
जब हम बातें करते करते सो जाते हें
हो गया दिन पूरा
kal है फिर नई सुबह
फिर नया संकल्प
चल रहा यूँही जीवन का पहिया

Wanna see Mahuli alive......

Her name is Mahuli...which means "enchanting voice" and its a "raga" also.
I painted her character sketch.
It is tangent to my best freind's sis.
She is traditional but not conservative.
Everyone knows her but no one knows her. is obsessed with meaning behind every person's name
wears an anklet in her left leg. the design of anklet is very rare, coz its a bracelet which is turned into an anklet.
has loads of wooden bracelets in her left hand, the colors are rare...purple, mehndi green, beaded, strap et al.wears amulets in her right one.
generally has trimmed nails which has a coat of mattle paint.
she has pierced ears, with 2-3 piercing on each side. she wears silver earrings. stud in topmost.rings in second one and danglers or loops/hoods in bottom one.
has lots of black/blue kohl in her eyes.
occasionally wears specs.
fine but thick eyebrows.
shoulder length curly hair. volumnous one.
wears a wooden clutcher.
cupid lips with a thin coat of lipstick(sometimes).
tall face. she has dusky looks. has a prominent beauty bone.
wears long hippie kinda beads around her neck.
loads sa finger and thumb ring.
has two thin rings in her right thumb and one prominent one in left.
wears silver toe rings.

her figure:
just perfect: not slim
tall hands and long legs
a long neck

her wardrobe:
loads sa indo-western kurtis.
a very selective collection.
dark blue skin fit jeans which is slightly above her ankle.
3/4 cargos and jeans
sleeveless and three fourth sleeve kurtas
patialas, chudidars, arabian pants
a see-thru saree
loads sa junk jewellery designer and handmade belts

her profile:
she is a freelancer for creative content.
at work-has a handicraft spiral bound book in her hand.
has an elegant style of holding her pen.
is hyper-active.
uses her hand for every gesture.
a very good dancer, wants to pursue it as a profession
a very good cook but experimental one
winks her eyes...awwww she is very cute
laughs loudly
has a control on pitch

at home:
a small house with low wooden furniture.
long windows made of glass.
2 BHK with a garden and an attic.
has 2 jhoolas, one in her garden(room for 2) and other in the living room.
collected artifacts.
holds her cushion close to her while wathcing movies.
taps her feet while listening music

she:
talks to herself
prefers watching movie at home
writes a diary and also her blog too
never cares what happening in other's life
gossips but never reveal secrets of her or other's personal life

with friends:
has 3 close frends-two boys, sombhav aka som(a bengali) and danveer aka danny(a gujju) one girl, Nupur aka noor...btw nupur means anklet
calls her frend over on weekends
they play board games
fond of sudoku, word power et al
calls her friends for midnite parties

her taste:
dark chocolate, nuts
lemon tea,strawberry crush
pizzas, parathas n pastas

her take on love:
never had a boyfriend but knows gonna get hooked in a love marriage
will give her 100%

When she got hooked:
his name is Tanmay meaning engrossed
he is wheatish, wears spectacles, has short hair spikes(now).keeps experimenting with hairstyles wears loose jeans and t-shirts, boy's shorts... has something scribbled on his t shirts
laughs loudly...is tall and has medium body build
wears slip-ons and a strong perfume
has a steady job and varying earnings: weird work timings
has ideas in his veins
is an owl in disguise...chats all night on emails
has a coffee mug on his desk...is a computer geek
talks very much
gets angry pretty soon
creative in writing,
woos her gal by hook or crook
not a party animal
prefers to go to unknown places with his gal...mostly cafes
is independent..doesn't boast
has a pent house
gifts jewelery to her gal...doesn't call her daily but messages her quite frequent

Mahuli calls Tanmay.....Devil

Ishwar Allah Tere Jahan Mein Nafrat Kyon Hai Jung Hai Kyon
Tera Dil To Itna Bada Hai Insaan Ka Dil Tang Hai Kyon

An ode to Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan

Husn-e-jaana ki tareef mumkin nahi

Afreen afreen

Afreen afreen

Tu bhi dekhe agar to kahe hum-nashi

Afreen afreen

Afreen afreen

Aisaa dekha nahi khubsoorat koi

Jism jaise Ajanta ki murat koi

Jism jaise nigahon pe jadoo koi

Jism nagma koi,

jism khusboo koi

Jism jaise machalti hui raagini

Jism jaise mehakti hui chandni

Jism jaise hai khilta hua ek chaman

Jism jaise hai suraj ki pehli kiran

Jism tarsha hua,

dilkash-o-dilnashi

Sandali sandali

Makhmali makhmali

Afreen afreen

Afreen afreen

Aankhen dekhi to main dekhta reh gaya

Jaam do aur dono hi do aatisha

Aankhen ya maikade ke do baab hain

Aankhen unko kahoon, ya kahoon khwaab hai

Aankhen neechi hui to hayaa ban gayi

Aankhen oonchi hui to dua ban gayi

Aankhen uth kar jukhi to adaa ban gayi

Aankhen jhuk kar uthi to fazaa ban gayi

Aankhen jin mein hain qaid aasmaan-o-zamin

Nargisi nargisi

Surmayi surmayi

I am vegetarian not becoz i LOVE animals but coz i HATE plants

One Hundred Shades of White

I was rambling through the old library between ruffled binded books..not able to make my mind as to which book to read...then i saw a pink lady glancing at me through the corner of her eyes, our eyes met and i picked her up...she was none other than One Hundred Shades of White written by Preethi Nair.
I read the cover and i liked it but was not able to bring myself to read it..i asked my sis, that whether she is interested in reading it...she agreed to issue it. She read it and recommended me..I read the first page not because i was bang on to read it but there was nothing else for murdering time at the doctor's place. First few pages and the book proved a magnet to silly old iron chunk (mee).

Amazing book I can say, will say and keep saying it until someone chokes mee. The writing style is amazing. The book has been written in first person. And it becomes interesting wen one sees the same life through two different eyes. Once it is Maya who speaks about her life and then comes Nalini, her mom who tells what all is already said by Maya but through her point of view. I particularly liked when Mom says my children liked the visit to Madame Tssaud's museum, they were happy but when it cums to Maya she blurbs that visit to the wax museum was soo boring.

I could completely relate to the book. I found myself in Maya. she is jus like me. Rummaging through life, searching for answers, and not able to come 2 agree with anything. not that she doesn't trust anyone but everything seems so different to her and Oh! how cud i not match her roller coaster life which is common to the hilt between us. I can say she is my alter ego. this is the only book till now which has made me cry. i felt the book.

I interprete this book in my own way. Gratitude keeps our life going. We should thank each and every person/situation/incident in our life. we don't know what teaches us what. may b some decades later we gonna hit upon the same thing which we are facing now and at that point we won't have anyone to thank to. We cannot miss upon forgiveness. it will help us see ways through difficulties.

we always see situations our own way. we never understand what the other person might be thinking of it. how is it to her. even if for a micro milli second we watch the world through other person's eyes, i bet the whole perspective would change. we wont b hurting anyone anymore and life would seem so much better. Thats what the writer hints upon when she skips from maya to nalini.

Truth is not only what we see. but truth is also what others see. and my truth and her truth can be completely different. this is what we should come to agree with life. and somewhere in my deepest of core i believe there are one hundred shades of white. and i like d bright one.

Itz hard to make a comeback when u haven't gone anywhere

Do I know You, huh??

Hey buddies...I m back after a hiatus...I knw u all wud have missed me a lot...no i m not praising myself ( for a change)...but i missed my dear blog a lot and here I am...this is mee

So I have got two sections, one for those who read it regularly and the other sweet section for buggers, who dont visit this page n so don have a hang of it...

DIRECTION:
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Good Job..amazin...v gotta learn a lot from each other...so keep posting comments so that v can keep in tuch

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HELL....oops WELL...this is d wishing well where u gonna fall and ask for the time u missed and gonna make d most of it now onwards

I m satiated by bugging u all....but buddies...can't u mke me smile...by postin a sweet comment to commend...this wud act as a Complan for me...and help my mind to keep writing new stuff....i m not that selfish, ur comments will help u too...u can spit venom against mee...and Voila!!! u r ready again.....to read the new improved stufff...laugh out louder(and not loudest)

honie smiles
oohravazeeeeeeee

I am what I am

Love is all I have to give...BSB

I don't know what he does to make you cry,
but I'll be there to make you smile.
I don't have a fancy car,
to get to you I'd walk a thousand miles.
I don't care if he buys you nice things
Does his gifts come from the heart-I don't know
But if you were my girl...
I'd make it so we'd never be apart.

Chorus:
But my love is all I have to give
Without you I don't think I can live
I wish I could give the world to you...but
Love is all I have to give

When you talk-does it seem like he's not
even listening to a word you say?
That's okay babe, just tell me your problens
I'll try my best to kiss them all away...
Does he leave when you need him the most?
Does his friends get all your time?
Baby please...I'm on my knees
praying for the day that you'll be mine!!

Chorus

Bridge
To you...Hey girl, I don't want you to cry no more-inside
All the money in the world could never add up to all the love
I have inside...I Love You

Bass Break
And I will give it to you
All I can give, All I can give
Everything I have is for you
But love is all I have to give

Science has it... interestin riddles

Hey I have got some interestin proverbs for all of u...its jus that they are in scientific lingo..u r required to convert them in the normal English language...so here u go

Keepers and rearer of poultry should abstain from assigning successive numbers to any gallinaceous domestic foul that still occupy their spheroidal reproductive bodies...

make a guess..

Don't count your chickens before they are hatched
Interestin naa

Refrain from lachrymating with reference to lactose rich opaque white fluid secreted by female mammals which has involuntarily succumbed to the gravitational pull of the earth...
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Don't cry over spilt milk
hey hey caught u

Do not dissipate your competence by hebetudinous prodigality lest you subsequently lament an exiguous inadequacy
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Haste makes waste

Now this one's a poem

A research team proceeded towards the apex of a natural geologic protuberance, the purpose of their expedition being the procurement of a sample of fluid hydride of oxygen in a large vessel, the exact size of which was unspecified. One member of the team precipitously descended, sustaining severe damage to the upper cranial portion of his anatomical structure; subsequently the second member of the team performed a self rotational transition oriented in the same direction taken by the first team member.

this is our very own
Jack and Jill went up the hill
to fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown
Jill came tumbling after

I pretend to work...
They pretend to pay me

This is how u interprete my mind

I saw a tree with leaves red and blue
But blue is the color of my hubby's hair
Hair are few on a bear's back
Sole's back is the front of a shoe
Shoes look elegant while I wear a saree
How bout combination of saree n dhoti
Floral printed dhoti is d dress code of d office
Imagine n office devoid of chairs but has big beds
Bed is d place where I keep my chappals
Hey my chappals have huge smart watch
Watch d needles jumping from d clock
Clocks would b worn as bindis soon
I like bindis which are transparent in color
Color, color, which color do you want
I want a huge pant which is not of my size
Size doesn't matter when it's a love letter
The letter 'F' don't u think is funny
'Funny Singh Iyer' is the name of my car
Two wheeler car is unbelievable Yaar
Unbelievable is also Uncle's bald hairstyle
'Deep Crew cut' was the hairstyle of a tree
So I saw a tree with leaves red and blue!!!!

27 Feet Long Dinner Table

Hello!!!!....Yep m talkin to you...Mr. Reader. Why don't you visit my blog often...,huh??
hey come out of the guinness book world record kinda headline and read what the post is all about.

Hello reader!! this is urvashi reporting from the batch of 2007-2009. I am gonna take u all to the dinner place where the hosteliers have their food. This table (camera takes a close up) was just 7 feet long with only 4-5 students having food together but now, as you can see, this table is around 27 feet long. This shows that people who have dinner over here are very keen on having it together. The owner of the mess, Anna (as he is preferably called), told our sources " Abhi kya hai na, yeh sab main jo khana deta hain na, uski wajah se hua hai, woh itna accha banta hai na ki table wahi kha kha ke bada hua hai" his statement was agreed by the students who told, that it is all because of food, becoz food is tasteless sometime and if we have it together, we forget the taste coz of good company of freinds"

leaving this aside, we will move towards the actual clipping of the freinds having food. As you can, everyone is not enjoying the co. but still are bearing because they don't want to miss the latest gossips which are being leaked on the dinner table. We asked the mess bhaiyas about the gala dinner and he told us that initially these people didnt have the dinner together but since quite some time they are doing so and creating a problem for us as they eat more when they are together.

Hey, now i will give you a character sketch of each person at the dinner table. Starting with Paridhi, as you can see, she is very friendly at the dinner table, not only with the food, guys but also with the diners and I like that she finishes food on time unlike all other chatters. Avani, talks less, but is not totally quiet, she talks on and off...this may be because she eats less too. Rujuta, hmmm..she has mood swings, as reported. she is totally quiet sometimes but transforms into a chatterbox when she gets something interesting to talk about. Priyanka, has loads of incidents to quote, but she doesn't forgets the food meanwhile. now i will talk about mayuri. she is a plaything. when we don't have anything interesting to talk about, we just shout, "Mayuri, billi!!!" and then the conversation begins with mayuri's scream followed by our laughter. to add, mayuri is the first one to finish the food and also carrots in the salad bowl. Asmita cannot gulp the food unless she has a cold drink to lay her hands on. Apoorva always has something like achar or bhujji to spruce up the tasteless food. Amruta, will keep on smiling, and will talk when its needed but her analysis of situations is missed when she's absent. Khushboo, with her long ponytail and cute smile chews food quietly not forgetting to flash her binaca once or twice in between. Nivedita concentrates on one thing and that could either be food or phone or this or that. Pooja, is cute with her quick comprehension of jokes and she is the one who will laugh if its sensible. Sudatta, or referred as Soogle by many, is logged on when there are doubts as to facts and figures. At other times, Sid and her's "Bengali bolchi karyakram" is going on. Neha is calm and composed while dining and also wont mind others blabbering. Nisha Shukla is very pleased while having, because most of the times she has to miss it due to commitments (mostly on phone). Nisha Jain is a good co. as she has many topics to talk about. Aditi is mostly quiet. Taran and Kalpana are to be found only sometimes.

Hey...now we come to the notorious lot....these are none other than our class boys.....they keep us waitni by comin late for dinner....in fact everywhere, they are the last one to arrive...and on top of that no regrets for doing so. I will start with Rajeev, he is always a helping hand. any one of us will always have a doubt for him, and when he starts detailin, he forgets that he is on a dinner table and gets late. Hmmm, Sid...he is in his thoughts most of the time but is talkin abt non veggie food becos he is missin it..he wil always start with...'wht do u say, urvashi ji"...aur ab aap logon ko main le chalti hoon Ratheesh ki taraf...jo hamesha choop baihte hote hain aur jokes bolo toh inhe hasne ko bolna badta....khana sabse pehle khatam karte hain...aur kabhi daana pani waste nahin karte hain...now we move towards Deep...just unpredictable...and the readers of ISC can swear by it. Its hard to digest food without his comments on each and every situation and that too with fulltoo expressions....we all miss him whenever he's is invisible..he he...
Now recently we also had Rohan from BAJM first year joinin us for dinner. he is really a sweetheart....we enjoy his PJs during dinner.....and his mumbaiya hindi...hey also Raunak from BAJM second year....we enjoy his company too...aur aur whom shud i describe now...??
Me yaar...don u wanna know about me....but even then i will tell u....on the dinner table...i just do three things....see if te food is good, my entire concentration is on eating....if not then on the gossips that are going around with or without my inputs. The third and the most preferred thng is to laugh...and I m a type of girl who would burst out laughing for what happened yesterday...lol
hey i will keep on adding new members as and when they come in...keep checkin this post to find your name...till then ke liye ciao

Waqt ke panne palatkar, phir woh haseen jeene ko dil chahta hai
kabhi hasaa karte the sabhi dost milkar, aaj unhein saath dekhne ko dil taras jaata hai

I am smiling...

this should scare you

When Shakespeare met Raabri...

The thing I regret the MOST…

I, William Shakespeare, fondly known as The Bard, remember that day accurately. It was 14th February. Yes, it was Valentine’s Day. I gathered courage and decided to propose my childhood love. She was none other than the most happening Indian beauty “Rabri Yadav”. God must have taken all his time to create her. She is celestial beauty personified.

14th February
I reached her village. It was a typical village with loads of cattle. It was morning. All were busy with their daily chores viz. brushing their teeth with a neem stick, bathing out in the open with their cows, and shouting at the top of their voice, “Aur Shaakspari Bhaiya, kaisan ho?” I was not able to get who this shaakspaari is. Any ways, I will tell you about my Sweety. I went to her place. It is a huge shed with decorated with dry hay. There she is, playing with the buffalo. She looks so innocent. I checked the surroundings whether there was anyone to beat me, in case she doesn’t accept my proposal. There was no one, so I moved ahead.

As soon as I reached the shed, the cow started singing. No, I am serious; it was one of my sonnets. I was motivated and directly went to her. She was not at all shocked as if she knew that it would happen. I bent down, took her hands in mine and gave her the roses and milk chocolate that I had brought for her. Her hands smelled of cow dung. It was a perfume for me. To my utter surprise, She accepted. I asked her out. She agreed.

We went to a dhaaba just outside her place. We talked a lot and had great fun. She told me about her weirdest fantasies about cows and buffaloes and how her boyfriend would propose her with a glass of milk. As it was a breakfast date, not an evening one, usually insane people go on. I called for the waiter, but there was none. It was a self service dhaaba. I got a glass of milk and proposed her as she wished. She started blushing; she looked prettier than ever. We talked about her past crushes. But she was my one and only love. Just when I was going to pay the bill, she asked me to dutch. But I insisted so she agreed.

After two months of continuous dating, we decided to get married. I decided the venue and timing. It was a grand shed complete with cattle, which she loves. I arranged for the priest and decorations. I reached their on time and waited for her. She didn’t come till one hour. I waited anxiously to see the gorgeous Indian Bride. All my relatives arrived but there was no sign of hers. On top of that, Priest continuously reminding “ Shaadi ka muhurat nikala jar aha hai” I was tensed, ‘ will she, won’t she?”

Soon the entire atmosphere filled with cow dung perfume. I got a hint that she has come. She came in a awesome red trousseau. Mostly Manish Malhotra designed it for her, that too for free. She was mysteriously smiling. Her enigmatic smile took my heart. I saw her family members and relatives arriving in dozen. Soon, the entire shed filled with alien looking people. I wanted a quiet wedding. I had told her in advance. But let it be, anything for her.

She came and went to the backside of the shed. Soon she was invisible. I got tensd and started searching for her. A last, I found her at the backyard. There she is. I approached her to ask the problem. She was sitting with her legs crossed. I went to her and just when I bent down, I heard lots of cows and buffaloes moving towards me. Before I could make out what’s happening, a big fat buffalo with a weird man riding it. He was a stout fellow with a big paunch. He had a receding hairline and was dressed in a rural Indian outfit. I was scared to death. He Came. He Saw Me. He Conquered. He hit me on my head with a milk Can.

Ohh!! It is not rocket Science that I won’t understand. She told me in cut and clear words, “hum to hamare laalu se shaadi karungi, hum toh tumse isiliye batiya rahe the ki hum thoda bahut angrezi shikh jaayen aur agle election main hum thoda rob jhaad saken”
AB AAP JA SAKTE HAIN

My love life ended there. Obviously, I married but I wont ever forget my first love. She was everything for me. I lost all trust on Women after rabbo( I use to call her) ditched me. But I have asked God to make me LALOO PRASAD YADAV in my next birth so that I can teach her a lesson.

Because I Said So...
That's Why.

Friendships come and Friendships go

Like wave upon the sand

Like day and night

Like birds in flight

Like snowflakes when they land

But you and I are somthing else

Our friendship's here to stay

Lik weeds and rocks and dirty socks

It never goes away

Breaking News: A Kidnap on Highway

Oh!!! So you like reading such news. Or else you won’t have started reading this article. Continue reading, I won’t disappoint you. It’s a story about a girl who was abducted on the Highway. She has been kept hostage in a small room with two other girls. These are not the only girls. There are many like them who have been captured. They are given a very cruel treatment. Food which they get is very horrible. They would prefer to starve rather than have that food. Initially, girl used to wait for someone to come and rescue her. She would sit by the window and see the trucks and buses passing by hoping that some day she would sit in the same bus which would take her to her parents. Gradually, she came over all these things and adjusted in the environment. Now, you won’t believe that she likes all these things. She likes all the people over here and doesn’t want to go back.
Are you feeling sorry for the girl, huh? Don’t be.

Hey, haven’t you all still guessed it? These kids are none other than postgraduate mass communication students at Indira School of Communication which is on the highway. And I am specifically talking about hostelites. Don’t jump to conclusions. It is not that Indira masscom is a kidnapper in real sense, but initially being new to Pune, Highway and all those things which were far from being called civilization, they felt awkward.
Now, I will take you around their life with some “not to miss” inputs from me. Where do I start from?? Umm… let me start from the very start.

Sita Maushi, Pramila, kuthe as?? Shouts our warden at 7 in the morning and this acts as our alarm. Oh, my, my!! Three in a room. Class a 9.30. Jesus Christ. Who would be the first one to use the loo? “I will go the washroom first”, shouts one. “Hey, it would be me”, retorts another. After all such debates, still there is no one who has made any efforts to get out of bed. And then its an amazing scene. Utter Chaos. “Hey, dumbo, come soon, its 9 now. “You should have got up earlier, na, if you were in such a hurry”.If this was not enough, you have now to struggle for a peek at the mirror. Yeah, girls need that. One mirror, thousands errors(read girls).

Run, run, run, fire on the mountain. Way to mess?? Bhaiya, coffee and sandwich. Swallow the stuff and move. Now, it’s a complete outdoor training camp outside the hostel campus. Tracking through Highway, simulated rope climbing to fourth floor and weight lifting ( its your weight and not your backpacks’ weight that you are lifting).

Now we are in a paradise titled “The Sleeping Haven”. Beautiful ladies and handsome hulks are a treat for the eyes. After gossiping about them, we nap till the professor leaves the class. Here ends the first half, not of the movie but of our visit to college.

We have a hearty lunch comprising rajma’s gravy(actually there are no rajmas found), look alike of Chapati, artificially sweetened curd, and a treasure hunt veggie. yeah, It’s a treasure hunt, because we are told, it has paneer but for the entire time span we are hunting for it. Food is food; don’t make a fun of it, shouts a girl...

Hey friends, why don’t we bunk the second half and go for a movie, instead. This intelligent plan is accepted by a few; and off are these people to a movie. The story has just begun. Watching a movie and that too in theatres requires a long procedure to follow. For those who have their own vehicle, there’s no problem, but for others it’s nothing less than a pilgrimage. We make the best possible use of all the means of transport. It starts with walking to the nearby auto stand. There you will get a six seater (read eleven seater). We somehow manage to ignore little kids playing with our shoes in the auto and aunties yelling at the top of their voices. We get down, walk a little and then wait for a bus. If you don’t get a bus, again a ride in a six seater. The rick drops you somewhere in between and from there you take a private auto. At last, you reach the destination. The history repeats itself, and the same goes for journey back home, oops, hostel.

I will tell you scene after dinner. It’s a time when we all are at our best. All the masscom hostelites gather at amphitheatre which is dimly lit. The discussion ranges from cribbing about friends, classes, Wakad etc. to Pune and India at large. No, not just these, masscom students also have some skills such as mimicry which one of our friends is great at and makes us laugh our heart out. hey, will not forget to tell about the games which we play. All kiddie games which takes us to our childhood days are played at this time. its kiddsh, but we love it. Soon, Watchman starts troubling us to go upstairs after ten by making his wishes come true by whistling at girls.

Who’s gonna sleep, now. We all sit together and start singing after a round of good girlie gossips about those who are not present, especially room mates. “All the masscom girls, up at once”, guessed it right, our sweet warden Ma’am. We drag ourselves upstairs. But we don’t part. We gather in someone’s room and lay our hands on Mom made food which has been couriered by someone’s mom this evening or just cook maggi in a tiffin box. Don’t worry, won’t teach you the “10 easy steps to cook maggi in hostel” right now.

Present Ma’am. So, all masscom girls have gathered here, it seems. Yeah, Ma’am; would you join us?? After that supper, we are off to our rooms to meet our room mates. We give a quick hug to our laptops and start working on assignments. We work till we start getting dreams between assignments. We call off the day, meaning night, and take a ride to our hometown and meet our family and friends. Obviously, in our dreams, buddy. Same story the next day.

Midnight coffee, long chats, birthday bumps, bunking classes, crush on pal, fights for marks, tears for love, just everything…People call it COLLEGE, we call it LIFE.

Beyond Imagination..

If the sky were my canvass
I would paint it with colors of my life

If my thoughts were threads of silk
I would weave rich patterns into my dreams

If the seas were my emotions

I would fill the cup that freindship cradles

If the stars were my ideas
I would light up the lives of everyone around

If the sun was my ally
I would spread the warmth of happiness to the end of time

If the wind were my wishes
I would spread the fragrance of kindness in the air

If flowers lent their smiles to me
I could wipe the last of sorrows trace

If the moon gave me its silver shine
I could bring a shimmer of hope in all lives

If my fancy could take off, of the wings of a bird
I could bridge the gap that divides the world

If time were by my side
I would make lives not longer,

but richer with feelings, genuine and true...

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Happiness is incomplete... unless its felt!!
Happiness is incomplete...unless its seen!!

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A Night to Remember

This is for all those who like reading stories!!!

time: 00:00 hrs
Good Morning Everyone!!!

Good Morning?!! Its midnight and this place is bubbling with energy. No one's snoring in this place. When the rest of the world prepares to sleep, we wake up. You all must be wondering which place I am talking about; don't scratch your heads anymore. This is girl's hostel. Our day starts at 12.00 in night.

I am Suchika, folks call me Chik. I share my room with Tisha, Carol, Miki and lots of soft toys. I just had a bath, it saves time in the morning. Tisha is busy with her laundry and Miki with her cell phone, while Carol is watching a horror movie.
We all are awake but neither the security guards nor our witty warden. I have some kind of crazy plan going on in my mind and if I reveal I will get to know all my roomies footwear size. But as usual I will have to disclose it.
Me: hey friends, what do you think about going to "Enigma", the new disc on F.C. Road.
Miki: have you gone crazy, Chik. How are we going to get permission? Warden is sleeping and it would create a ruckus if we wake her up.
Tisha: Dumb that you are. We will sneak out of the secret gate.

Carol: Yeah, I am in. We are leaving just now.
All: And Miki, you are definitely coming with us.

All dressed up. We stealthily move out of the tiny way behind the hostel. We pass through the jungle.
Miki: Folks, Do you know this jungle is haunted by ghosts?
All: Shut up, will you?

We hire a cab and reached Enigma. That place was full of energy. It seemed that it was morning over there. We got our stamps and entered the Heaven for dancers. We danced away to our glory and had fun to the core of our hearts. Luckily, we haven't met someone we know or else we would have been in trouble.
Me: I am Hungry, friends!! Who is joining me for a munch at the food corner.
All: We are coming, Chik. You move, we will join you in some time.


At the food corner,
Chik: Who's that lady, she is looking awesome.
Miki: My God, she's our warden.
Tisha: We are in big trouble. But wasn't she sleeping?
Carol: Look, she's enjoying the company of our principal. Now no one would be able to scold us. I have got a plan. You all just wait.

Carol goes to the warden and gives a wicked smile. Warden understood and she promised not to tell about the girls' night out to the security or else the gossip mongers are ready with a spicy news (Principal and warden are going out together).

All of us had a hearty laugh. We decided to get back to the hostel before the warden reaches. We hired a cab and directed the driver to our hostel. We started talking but Miki was thinking about something else. I asked Miki, and she told me that the driver is going through the wrong route. We asked the driver to stop but he didn't pay heed to us. Miki started shouting for help but who will listen to our plea on that deserted road. The driver started laughing horribly. He stopped the cab in a jungle. We started looking around but there was no one around to help us. Soon I heard my mother chattering. I also heard my father talking. And to my shock, They were talking to the driver. There was also a strange guy who was present there.


We all got out of the car. My parents told me that they were informed about our freak-out by the strange guy who was there at the disc. I told my mom that I didn't know the guy at all. Mother told me that he is my prospective groom and he knew me through the snap which my parents had shown him earlier. He was keeping a watch on me since past six months.
Me: Mom, how could you do this to me.
Strange Guy: I want to marry you. But I want allow you all these things after we get married.
Me: No one's talking to you. I am talking to my parents.
Miki: Chik, this is not the way you talk to your fiancé.
Me: He is not my fiancé. And if you are so worried about the guy then you marry him and get me out of this puzzle.

We heard a siren. And I thought it's the cops who are here to add fuel to the fire.
Miki shouting: Wake up Chik, Will you please shut the mouth of your alarm? Its always wakes us up instead of you.

I hurriedly wake up. I am sweating like a pig. I check out the time, its only 11 at night. Yeah, we all wake up at this time. So we have an alarm set for it.

Tisha: Wake up girls, I have a plan for this night.
Carol: What's in your mind? Come out with it.
Tisha: how about going to ..

Me: don't tell me that you have planned to go out to Enigma.
Tisha: Yeah, but how did you know:

All: Ohh!! Chik had a dream again!!!

Trust endures relationship

.This time, there's no humor or pun intended in my post as I am discussing some serious issue. And this certainly is on "Possessiveness"


First of all, let me quote an incident or two from my scrapbook.

A couple is dating since three years and there comes a she-friend in boy's life. Both of them are just good friends since 5 years. Now the girl starts getting possessive about her boyfriend and warned her not to talk to him.

A married couple's life. Husband continually spies on his better half even though he knows that she would never cheat on him. The wife in this case has severed contacts with all her friends, whether male or female, but the spying continues.

I am not able to understand why dont people trust their better halves. The scene is that in the initial stage of dating, this behaviour by the person is not revealed. this is known only when they have been in a relationship for a year or more. According to me, as and when relationship matures, your faith on her/him should also mature. But nowadays, there's a trend relations break because of mistrust. People get into relations very early and by the time the actual time comes to think seriously about it, you start doubting about your future togather. In the first, both the boyfriend and her friend got an emotional spanking and their best buddie relations soured. Even now, in this age, people don't accept male-female friendship. He and she can be either spouse or siblings. Why doesn't the herd mentality move ahead? Why don't people accept such friendship?

I have seen high school atmosphere. Your friend and others starts spying on you and tease you with your buddy. And "just friendship" transforms into serious relationship. This way you get hooked on to someone whom you can take on just as buddy. And the relationship breaks when no one can carry it further.

Oh my God!! I have diverted from the topic. I come back to Possesiveness again. And on this I would just like to say that even Radha doubted Sri Krisna when he danced with Gopis but Radha didnt warn Gopis to stop talkin to Sri Krisna but else they had some mutual understanding which strengthened their bond with each fling of Krisnaji.

Trust the person you love, as
Trust and love are like hammer and anvil, like rainbow and sunshine, like flower and scent...each cannot exist without other.
Trust is like a lubricating oil for any relationship...
Trust and love are friends right from the time they were born, and still their bond is growing strong inspite of jealousy trying all means to ruin their friendship!!!