Socialism @ 21st century!!!

Not all of us are comfortable with the way we project our self. Often we retreat back from the outside world. And this has a lot to do with the way we would like to appear to others. Its the concern as to how people would look at us, how would they judge us and finally how will they treat us. We rate our self and eventually loose our confidence in the process. Either we become a victim of inferiority complex or we tend to be over confident. Both the situations are harmful to us in its own way. More often to free our mind from the external causes, we start being insulting to the people who mean good to us.

This certainly is harmful to us as it hampers our social boundaries. Right now, its the world of socialism. Your sincerity and dedication is valuable only if your soft skills are modified enough to impress the surrounding you live in. Socialism is an very important weapon in the modern era. Either you are with the group or you are no where.

To explain it in a better way, let me give you an example.
A bright student who is concerned with his marks, with his work. But he is too negative about his classmates. This kind of nature maybe helpful to him in the first few months, making him noticed among the faculty and administrative. But after few months, due to his insulting nature towards his classmates, everyone stopped helping him. Each faculty too got to know about his nature and stopped appreciating him. Lastly this affected his studies and image.

Socialism in today's world is one of the major quality everyone should have. Its a must. If you really wanna succeed in today's world, be a social creature or turn into one ;)

Memory bites on Rakshabandhan :)

It's been more than a month I havn't posted anything, and now I really feel guilty about it. Yes life always get busy but that shouldn't be an excuse for ignoring the things I love "my blog :/". This month is being really hectic with all the college drama, singing on Independence day with the mike accidentally switched off (thank god I was singing in group), day dreaming about how to clear my internal exam without studying, sleeping and many more "Importany" things YOU KNOW :P.

And tomorrow its Rakshabandhan Yay! I don't particularly have a real brother of mine, I guess my elder sister was a retreat for both the roles of brother and sister ;). I made two rakhi brothers in the short span of my life. First one, I tied him a rakhi when I was in my 4th standard. I had a stage performance that day for the special day, for which mom made me a rakhi at home. After the performance, I tied it to this guy whom I really looked upto in my class. He was really sweet enough to share his tiffin boz that day with me. Unfortunately he brought bangan ka bharta that day. I hate it to the core, still I had no choice but to eat it. He offered it to me with so much of love and affection, I just can't say him no. Silly me :D Ever since then I have looked up at him as a brother. It was my 7th std when my dad got transferred and We had to shift to a new place and I could no more tie him a rakhi after that. But even today i call him every year during this day. Keeps our bond alive ^_^.

The second guy is the most epic one I ever met in my life. He is around 5 and a half years elder to me and was my friend's boyfriend. Ever since they broke up, he has been the most sweetest and cutest bhai I have. I am close to him much more than I am with my own cousin brothers. He has always been there for me whenever I needed him. Though he has this little Gajani style short term memory loss due to which he forgot my birthday once, but now he totally remembers it :D And today this post is specially dedicated to him because I cant be with him tomorrow. :'( Last year on this day, we went out for long bike ride and it started raining heavily. It was fun eating cad-bury silk under a tree while its heavily raining. Ohh! I miss him badly! Just hope to see him soon. 

And you guys out there reading this even if you aren't with your brothers and sister, remember its not the day that's important its the bond you guys share is :) Happy Rakshabandhan to all of you!!! Eat and enjoy :)

Rain and Coffee

Lonely I sit staring in the rain, with each droplet going in vain. Makes me wonder what is it with the monsoons that makes it still so special. Why does every love story have something or the other related to rains? Why does every single soul wanna dance in rains? What is it that makes it so different from every season? Is it the freshness that imbibes into us? Or is it pure ecstasy it enlightens into us? Staring and wandering in thoughts to answer my own questions, I suddenly spill my coffee on the sofa to end up drowning the whole ship of thoughts hovering in my mind.

So do everyone of you feel the same? Does monsoons have its own magic? or is it just my own imagination.... I guess not. Each one of us has cherished this little bubbles of happiness in our lives one or the other time. Monsoons bring the joy of together, hikes our adrenaline and makes us feel special. It tends to wash away all our ill feelings and fill us with joy. I saw little kids playing outside making paper boats, grandma's clearing off their glasses and couples holding hands and smiling at each other.

It takes me away to a different world. A world of happiness, a world of generosity, a world which shower lover and prosperity for each one of us. Finally, taking my last sip of coffee I stood up to walk back to the daily routine of live.

Let Daughters be your pride!!!

I was going through Evan Grae Davis's talk on the eve of TEDX Gateway last night. And it totally got me off beliefs. With all the recent "Save the girl child" initiative by the Gujarat government and the measures taken by the other state governments of India have finally started showing remarkable improvement in the comparative girl child ratio. It made me immensely happy reading all the articles published by the Times of India regularly regarding the improvement in the ratio across the most prone areas like Rajasthan, Punjab, Haryana and many more state.I has started to believe that we are finally respecting the female population. But the talk delivered by Evan Grae Davis, a famous filmaker working for the NGO's unveiled the reality in all these articles. A women with no guilt and regrets after strangling 8 of her new born girl child just in hope of a male child made me go numb.

There have been old traditions of killing girl child by drowning them in pot full of milk, striving them to death by filling their mouth with salt or by just simply throwing them away in the nearby lakes and ponds. Murdering brutally the little lives in the name of traditions and yet being proud of what they did. Family and people with such mentally should be given severe punishments ie hanged till death. Had our government taken strict live threatening punishments against such acts, our official improvement in the girl child ratio would have been on rapid increase line. Not only in India, even highly developing countries like China, it is one the major issues. Not only the One Child law has proved to be one the major strengths of China by controlling its population at a huge scale  but it has also proved to be one of the most devastating official rule challenging all the efforts taken to reduce genocide.

Today, in a world where we have inspirations such as Sunita Williams, Sunidhi Chauhan, Lata venkateshwar, Chanda Kochhar and lot more of the women who are excelling beyond the limits and making our nation proud, we also have traditions which are forcing people to take away valuable lives. Today where oil company like ONGC has first time permitted three female engineers for on-shore jobs, we still lack behind hiding our shame in having a daughter in the family. Being in the 21st century, yet when our daughters complain of being chased by we try to lock them inside their homes in the name saving our dignity. If this is known as dignity then we should be ashamed to have hidden our daughters and killing them.

It is believed that population of India has been its major weapon right no. So please spread a message to every corner of your locality "Save the future by saving girls". Start from your locality, from the basic little joint families near you. Because if the roots are clean and strong, so will the tree of happiness by prospered forever. Let us not consider girl child as a trash, instead make her your pride and she will never fail you.

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The Perfect Road Trip

Sometimes I dream of driving on traffic free roads which are extremely clean. Breathing in the fresh air with crystal clear water floor river flowing sideways I am driving in peace. And suddenly the traffic noises outside my window wakes me up shattering the beauty of my dream. Roadways of Bombay has always been a mess  since ages. High traffic, noise of the engine gearing and the most irritating part of it is the horns. I personally think use of horns should be prohibited in India specifically in "Bombay" as it is in other countries like Singapore, Malaysia, Dubai etc. Singapore government has enforced laws against misuse of horns. I swear I have never seen any place which such silent and busy roads simultaneously anywhere in India as it is in Singapore.

I guess this is why my mind makes me dream this way. When I saw 3 Idiots, I was astonished. The road on which Farhan and Raju (Characters) were driving was exactly what I always dreamt of, though with little changes in details. Later on I googled it and found it out. It was Barlacha La Pass along the Manali Leh Highway, the only way to Ladakh. Now that I know that this kinda of a road really exists I would love to travel through it atleast once. Knowing the road and the final destination gave my anxiety level a break after watching this movie.

It would be a wonderful feeling if somebody would drive me through the Barlacha La Pass. And I would love it if my special someone would drive me through the road on Maruti Swift Dzire Regal. The moment I saw this car with my friend's brother, fell in love with it. Seems like a perfect travel car. Last but not the least, no one should ever forget to stack on food stock before leaving for journey. This wasn't in my dream, still it will be great to take few juice packs, cream biscuits and obviously our very own gujarati thepla (Yes, I love it to core). 

To start from, me and my spcial one should be starting from Manali anywhere in the month of March since its the autumn time on Maruti Swift Dzire Regal. Following all the required water and food materials should be stacked  on the back seat with another bag containing our clothing and other necessities. Either of us would drive chance by chance and click pictures stopping where ever we would find the beauty is beyond our eyes to capture alone. We would in the car itself, eat and change in it only. Also shopping on the local markets in Manali would be so exciting. Ohh!!! Even writing this and imagining it hikes my adrenaline level. But at last I would like to hold his hand and breath in the fresh air with my eyes closed sinking deep in the beauty of Ladakh while my husband drives till our destiny.

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Braggers!!! such crappy heads.....

What do you exactly do when a douche-bag keeps on bragging about his awesomeness????
Haha! I can't even imagine the level of obnoxious reaction you will have on your face...... And after that if that person tries to be even more pathetic..... LOL!! Okay i know there must be atleast a single person who has popped onto your head reading this. Lol! in Hriyanshi's case, she had fallen for such a guy never tired of bragging about his awesomeness.... She was so much in love with this guy, that she could sense none of his brainy shits! She had sacrificed her friends, her best friends and gone against them just to be with this guy. She knew from inside that it was a mental torture she was doing to herself, but she was blind to believe in him.

Hriyanshi used to cry hours for him. He kept on taunting her about how she was good for nothing. Ans she kept on proving him right just to be with him. She had sacrificed her singing, her friends, her books and her family. She started doubting her mother for not loving her. This was the extent she got blinded too. The guy she was in love with, kept on encouraging her every wrong move, just to prove himself right about her. But as said "Every dark night had a ray of sunlight to end with", same way Hriyanshi realized what she was doing to herself and moved on. Though she took more than a year to move on, but she still did! 

Today Hriyanshi is thankful to this guy, afterall "if it hadn't been him, how would she had ever known the difference between right and wrong!" Yes, she is happy again! She thought she had a love story, No way! for her it was her love-story, for him it was another of his brag stories as in how another girl fell for him. Hriyanshi always wondered why his ex-girlfriend ditched him? She knows the answer now, because "he's good for just wooing his ownself, and nothing else". 

Guys if you are reading this post, and you are also a victim of such tortures. Then stand for yourself! till the time you don't do it, these crappy heads will go playing with your mind and torturing you. Come out of it, We know what we are good of, we don't need braggers to tell us what we are." After all, braggers brag out of jealousy. They are jealous and envious. This means you are good enough rather a lot better than them to make them jealous...;) 

Miss your friends? Do something productive not to :)

Summer vacation, say it and our adrenaline reaches its top most level. :D Yes, am home finally after a hec load schedule of classes, submissions, reports, presentations and exams phew! With all those sleepless nights  and bad taste buds I had nearly given up hopes to survive. The only thing that kept me alive through all this was countdown to come back home. Every morning I would say to myself " Common !! 16 days more" and it would go on.

But you know what, being home for few days is awesome, and after those few awesome days it gets boring. You dont miss your college, but you definitely start missing your friends. Oh, miss you guys :'( So here's what I did to keep myself busy, and try least to miss my friends.

1. Cold Coffee:
Midnight cold coffee and maggi are a part of best memories, aren't they? So i make cold coffee every now and then when I start missing my buddies.

2. Cook:

To be honest, my maggi tastes like plain masala boiled strings. Haha! that does proof that I am a horrible cook. whereas my friends make yummy food. Now to surprise them I have started cooking at home. Not the regular food, but I atleast help mom for the substitutes contents. Just waiting to surprise them.

3. Shopping:
My college campus is situated in a remote area, where shopping seems to be a dream. All year I have added things to what I want. And I am fulfilling them. I swear, its fun!!!

4.Stitching:
This wasn't exactly in my what-to-do list. Last day I went to pantaloons to shop for my friend's birthday *I forgot her birthday :( * You can imagine how much I need to get a good gift for her. Now the thing is she is a model figured girl, and i have no idea about her fittings. I even asked her about her size and made a boo-boo of myself.

So the last option left was stitch something for her. I have already started it :D and am sure she is gonna love it :)
The good thing about stitching for her is I can feel my friends around me, commenting, suggesting and making fun. :D

5. Whatsapp and facebook:
Time consuming, but the only way to stay connected :)

For now, these are the lovies I have been doing from the last 7 days am home. Will post again soon. Till then take care XOXO ;)

Tribute to MOM - Maa

‘I am writing a Tribute to Mom in association with Parentous.com‘. 

I am writing this post because she holds me stronger than my own back bone. Like every common girl, I call her "Maa". Even the sound makes you feel so fresh and rejuvenating, doesn't it? I remember my Senior High School times when the only enemy i had according to me was my mom. I even shouted at her once "I would love to go hostel just to stay away from you". And I will keep on regretting for my words till my last breath. This one is for you maa- Sushmita Mandal.

Many of you must have undergone a similar experience. But once you reach your hostel on the first night, the only person you wanna hold and go of to sleep is "Maa". Today realising how much i have hurt her, how much pain i have caused her makes me regret for saying each of those pathetic dreadful sayings. I remember the night she she left me in my hostel and went.

I kept on waving my hand and controlling my tears till the car was out of my sight. Those security guards nearby saw me with pity. I ran to my room and closed it tight. That was it, i couldn't hold it anymore and i busted in tears. There have been moments in my life when i realised how important she really is to me. But at that moment the only thing i wanted was to be near her. Another incident was when i was in my 10th standard and she had to undergo a dreadful operation

She hugged me close and said me in my ears "take care of your dad and your sister" and she went inside. I prayed,I begged, promised to do everything i could to get her back. And by god's grace she was back with us. those 26 hours of separation made me realise what it will be not to have her in my life. Its enough for me atleast for this lifetime. i don't wana go through it ever again.

All her sacrifies, all her pains make me stand straight as who I am. There is a saying "Every successful man has a woman behind", i would like to improvise it into Every successful human being has a woman behind her with all her sacrifices and pains. She is known as "Maa".

Happiness in Miseries.........

Saturday morning has been my favorite only if the next Monday was a holiday. Ever since I have been to this place, holidays became more valuable than chocolates. Monday holiday means I can take a break on saturday, go back home and breath in freedom. There's another exquisite reason, I got to win another battle against our Dean(he has this syndrome named "whatever happens I wont sign on your application form to go home"). Otherwise I needed a break from saturdays, food sucks over here especially on this day. Its the day when i miss mom the most.Life in college campus is not only tiring but also very robotic. Life was stuck into useless battles sometimes for marks, uncleaned plates, attendance, party treat and every kind of not so meaning full stuffs. 

Exams, holidays, classes, last moment assignments, presentations and continuous bitching( girls are born bitches) was all i had to deal with. We have all heard "An apple a day keeps the doctor away" but for my case it was "An ice-cream a day, keeps the psychologist away". Ice-cream was the only thing that kept me going on. Eventually ice-cream too lost its magic and i was left alone with my frustration.Now the only thing kept me going was the bus which took me home, to my city where even the air seemed to be fresh and lively.I was completely drenched into my thoughts sitting on the window seat. 'I have to do something in life' i kept on and on when someone's voice broke into my fantasy world."Paise toh de diye saheb" (I already gave the money sir) a little boy was starring at the bus conductor. 

There were few rolled mats kept on the path and he stood right above guarding them. He was merely of 12-13 years old shinning with confidence in his worn out shirt and trousers.He looked here and there, finally starring at a father who was playing with his daughter and making her laugh. Out of curiosity i asked him where was he heading for. "Akleshwar" that's all he said and looked away. Maybe he got scared from the way i suddenly asked him. I tried again "Why are you going there alone?". This time he replied with proper details "My uncle lives there, I'm going to his place to deliver these mats" pointing towards the mats. This time it was me who looked away because i didn't want to scare him anymore with my anxiety.The girl sitting next to me got down and i offered the little kid to sit down. He hesitated but seeing the crowd, he sat down. We became friends in no-time. He told me that he his father and elder brother got killed in a car accident three years back. From then he and his mother were taking care of the family. He has two little sisters who are studying in the local school."Why don't you go to school? Don't want to study, ehh?" i asked"Mother is over-loaded, I don't want to increase the burden. And am a guy, i can do anything".His mother weaves mats for a local supplier. After the order is being delivered, she weaves more mats out of the left over material and he delivers those extra mats to his uncle. They were repaying the debt left with his uncle. He also told me how badly he wants to own a shop like the bombay-deing and be a big buisness man when he grows up. He himself works part time in a clothes shop to offer water and tea during his sisters school time, rest of time he takes care of his family . 

He had a constant smile and spark while narrating me his story.While listening to him, I realized how lucky I was. Hearing him I got over all my frustration. Even though his life was miserable, he was confident to get over it happily one day. He no-more appeared to me like a 11 year old kid. He was more mature, grown up and a lot more happier than i am in his pathetic life. Life has slapped him down into a black hole, but he hasn't yet given up the hope to come out of it. I didn't even realize when the 4 hour trip got over chatting and laughing with him. For sure we became best stranger friends.The bus haults in Ankleshwar for 20 mins. He got down, waved me bye smiling and started walking away carrying all his mats.I saw my mom standing on the balcony when i got down from the auto. I shouted,"Surprise!!! i got something for you."

And she loved the mat i gifted her. Just when the kid was walking away i got down and bought a mat. He returned me my spark today and also made my mother happy by choosing the best mat out of all. I am eagerly waiting to meet him again so that i can thank him.

My First post!!!

This was my first blog post. Unfortunately something went wrong with my first blog and I had to delete it. Here i goes:

After nearly spending all my 18 years in a "drift mode" i finally decided to swin against the currents of life.And here i am wrting the first post for my blog. "My blog" Its not only me to whom this blog belongs to. It belongs to all those people who have encouraged me thorughout my journey.

Writing is not just description of paper and pen to me.Its the best way in which i can express my self. My thoughts, my observations and the most important 'my point of view'. Have heard people saying many a times "can't express in words". Wondered why they say so and what makes me different because for me "word" is the synonym for "expressing my thoughts".

My friends and my sister have always had a complain, that i hide my feelings and my reactions. I cover them up. And this makes me a comparatively introvert person though am not one. I think its true till some extent as i always somehow managed to hide what i write.

My English teacher has been one of my true inspiration . When like any other student after their completion of higher secondary school, i too was wandering to and fro for admissions, her suggestions made me think. She believed in me when everyone else was just too busy to give me some time. Its nearly been one year now. Though i cannot turn her suggestions into reality but this blog is a trial from my side . And i want to thank her for beleiving in me and making me realise .

Life is too short for all your dreams to come true. We want to do something try something. But we are so afraid of failure. We want to follow our hearts but we make excusses and fear the repurcassions. As i said Life's too short so start it today right now and get your dreams fulfilled.

 Maybe you wont get a English teacher or a sister like mine to show the confidence in you and stand for you. So guys paint and potrait your own colours into a rainbow and make it beautiful!!!!And the most important thing "Time won't knock your door again". You have to start it now "Right now" . Who knows when your painted colours come real......!!!! ;)

Dad- the real hero

There is a world we are all aware of and yet we choose to be blind. Its the story of nearly every household.  There are regular news flash about rapes, molestations, eve teasing, abortion of girl child, throwing away little girl child in garbage, lakes etc. The government and the police take action for those victims who come in their notice. But do we ever think where is the root cause for each of these injustice to women.

We say home is our first learning center where we learn our basic etiquette's, manners and principles. And so the house with disrespect for women is the root cause A man when stands for his mother, wife, daughter, sister becomes the real man. And so I say my father Mr.Ranjit Mandal is a real hero to me and our whole family. There are so many things, few of them are listed below:

1.When he was 18 year's old:
Indian families have a tradition of believing and trusting  "Pandits" and "Kul Gurus". But less do we know that maximum of these people are fake and play with the sentiments and emotions of poor innocent people. When my father was 18, a famous "pandit" came and he was being showered with love, care, food and respect. Less did my grandfather knew that this man was a greedy monster. He asked for gold before leaving but being a poor family we owned no treasures as such. My grandfather tried explaining him about the economic status of the family, but a greedy man knows only how to fulfill his wishes. He asked for the only gold ornament wore by my grandmother "mangalsutra" (sacred thread of love and goodwill worn by women as a symbol of their marriage). Followed my father got furious and got him out of the place immediately. He stood for his mother against the false beliefs.

2. For both his daughters:
We are two sisters with no brother. Indian community still sees the need of a male child as a symbol to pass on their generation name. When I was born(second child), it was a huge disappointment to our rest of the family but my dad stood strong and held me with extreme pride. He makes sure that both his daughters stand n the society head held high.

So my real hero, the solider is my dad who has throughout stood for all the women in his life and am so proud of him

Newly found obsession ^_^

When your college campus is situated in a remote area and facebook has been blogged, the world seems to shatter down. And suddenly the magic fairy does 'Abraca Dabra' with her wand and VOILA! I found my new link to the world http://makeupandbeauty.com/ and http://fashion.makeupandbeauty.com/. I found out about IMBB from one of my friend, and got addicted to it instantly followed by Faux Pas.

Rati and her expressions :)

My mantra of life is to stay simple, my new found obsession now lets me being the stylish simple  ;).

Every now and then I prefer checking IMBB for new updates. The most important thing about both the blogs is though I dont know any of the ladies out there writing and posting, but I still feel so close to them. Their suggestions and honest advices related to the products helps me a lot. Sometimes I feel like my grandma's suggesting me the Do's and Don'ts for my skin and hair. 

I dont miss facebook anymore, because I have a better source to world with perfect information ie IMBB. I am so thankful to Rati and Sanjeev for both the blogs, feels like a hair and skin care dictionary with detailed information about each. Looking at Rati's picture on lookbook and on http://fashion.makeupandbeauty.com/,  I look up at her as my idol now. Perfect combination of beauty, brains, personality, cuteness, innocence and aahhh I would go on. She is just soooooo PURFFEECCCTTTTT!!!! 

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Mirrors are not your reality!!!

We do it regularly. May it be girls or even guys nowadays, every one is addicted to it. We can't start our day without it. Hmmm.... So any guesses what I might be talking till now??? Any idea?? Okay might not be enough, lets be more specific to it and stick to the major details. We can't judge ourselves without looking over it *TODAY'S GENERATION*. Sometimes we might also end up talking to it, rather talking to ourselves looking at it and end up being tagged crazy by whoever sees us doing it. And lastly, it defines every single detail of whatever we want to know about ourselves. Fine! I cant give you more any more hints! Its 'The MIRROR'

Most of us wake up in the morning and straight away walk to the washroom, close the door, pick up a brush and then we look up at ourselves into the mirror. You get dressed up and decide about yourselves looking at the mirror. You judge yourselves on the basis of what the piece of glass is reflecting back. Finally when you come back home, even though you are totally satisfied with your day work, you look at the mirror and the whole satisfaction hangs itself. Doesn't it? Doesnt it bother you when you see those dark tired marks on your face after you come? Ohh... it surely does. And again you end up judging yourselves on the basis of that mirror and not on your calibure.

What I am actually emphasizing is on the fact that 'You grade yourselves on the piece of glass and not on your satisfaction level". If you do so, then think about it twice before spoiling your good night sleep for it. Are those dark marks the signs of how appropriate you are or are they the signs of how hardworking you are?
On a positive note, yes it is important that you give importance to every aspect of your life, may that be your inherent happiness or the external ones. But Is it worth loosing your peace for such stupidity developed thinking process.

Common! think about it, what your personality does to you isnt the same with what your looks does to you. Be confident about yourself, about every thing you do. That mirror is just a tool to show you who you are. Not to define you are. And most importantly, its not the one who can make you doubt on your own self.

Exam Exam Exam....!!! Please END!!!! :/

Wierd to wierdest!!!! And i can never predict myself. :(
I have a major theory exam in the next 10 hours, and still 5 chapters left. But I couldnt just stop from posting at this point of time, though right now each single seconds counts!!! I am so exhausted and tired of the exam schedule this time that its hard to concentrate anymore. I need a BREAK for god sake. Ahh anyways I was just going through my early posts "Express to Sano... Heal!!! " And Voila! Am in full mood to study now. But before that i thought why not thank my own blog. So here I am to all over again after ages :)

Honestly I missed my blog! Hell lot! The college management sucks over here. I can understand why they blocked any kind of site featuring videos and porns, but what the hell is wrong with personal blogs.... they have blocked  BLOGS!!! Senseless stuff, isnt it? Aaahhh let it be, who cares ... after the proxy sites are helpful! I can atleast pen down what i want on my blog now.

If you still continue reading this post, I must tell you its all about me today. No inspirational write outs, lovey dovey stuffs, or home sicks overcome posts!!! Today am writing as if am writing down on my personal dairy, whatever i feel right now. Yeah, Sometime it becomes so hard for me to just figure out whats going on in my mind that I have to write it out and then read it!!! hihihi *CRAZY*

Okay so here is the plan about how to utilise the 10 hours:
1. Read all the things you think important
2.Dont I dare touch the numerical problems. (will get tensed like thousand times more)
3. Sleep atleast for 3 hours!!! *MUST*
4. Stop thinking how I will complete the syllabus
5.And last but not the least!!! GET BACK TO STUDIES RIGHT NOW!!! and close down the PC !!!
 Okay then, see you guys soon after my exam get over. Promise i will get back to you with a perfectly soothing wala post soon!!! love you mwah!! n do pray for me that i dont have to come back for the re exam duing the summer break.

PS: I am not worried about the exam, rather I hell dont wanna stay here over the summer. The creepy humidity thing + the sweaty summer sover here scares the hell outta me!!!

Wish me luck! and you guys have a tight warm cozy sleep!!! :)
Toodles ;) :P

Dad- my strength!

wen u knw der is no door left open......

he is d one who gives me d strenght

to push open all d doors!!!

wen i knw der is no hope left......

he is d one to who inspires me

to believe in my ownself!!!!

wenever i feel lonely.......

he is d one who understands me

n cheers me up!!!!

coz god gifted me a person

who is other name for "faith" to me

and he is my father!!!!!!!!

LUV U DAD!!!!

Reminiscence.... :)

Its been such a long time that i haven't posted anything. My final exams are going on and from past 1 month i was busy in submissions, presentations, reports, module completion and th list goes on. Right now my preparatory leave is going on. Unlike others i don't study during PL, rather i always go home to refresh myself for the coming up war. As usual, tragedy never forgets to accompany me and here I am spoiling my Pl in hostel with my roommates and the same food. Honestly I am bored of both, I am bored of everything related to college life for now. So I am back to my blog, The only ESCAPE from this jail where I can let my imaginary gland explore as much as it wants :)

Standing straight, upright, confident, classy chic office ankle boots, dark blue shinny jeans, baby pink women formal shirt, side puff tiffed with a black clip on open hairs falling on the shoulders perfectly and a silver watch men's style (big dial). One of my friend asked me to think about how I wanna see myself in the next ten years. I took it as a tipsy game at first and replied " I want myself owing three closets full of shoes!! every kind possible". We all started laughing. That same night after I went to bed while I was in my not so sleepy mood, I thought about it again. And wonders! I closed my eyes and saw myself exactly in the way I described in the first line. Not just this, I was in the conference hall, presenting myself and everyone was keen listening to me. I started smiling immediately. I was glowing, there was a level of confidence in my smile in my talk. WOW! isn't that so mesmerizing. And i slept away happily. Next morning I penned it down dated 28 November, 2010.

Today its 14 October,2012, approximately two years from then. I was cleaning my cupoard and I found my old diary. Old memories remind you of how much you have changed, your surrounding have changed. Reading this I started smiling and closed my eyes again. I asked myself again, and I saw myself in the same conference hall in the same outfit with few minor changes. Minor changes like I had applied kajal making my eyes look more confident, pearl earings and  a silver chain around my neck. LOL! just kidding! Being a girl, I can't resist myself :P

People say we change as we grow, but do our dreams change? does our wanna be's change? Do we really change? After this morning, I don't think we change, we go on improvising, but the answer is No We Don't Change! We do a lot of mistakes ending up learning lessons. Lessons which persuade people to improve and never repeat that same mistake but it doesn't change us. You can never change your true self, and if you try to then you move away from yourself. Henceforth making yourself hollow. At some point of time you will start feeling lonely even with your best friends and will eventually give up being depressed.

So if you want to stay alive, stay close to yourself. Even if you have a terrified past stay connected to it, because that is what will make you stronger for the life ahead. Your dreams may change but your aim doesn't. For a change try reminiscing, that would help you a lot to stay attached to yourself and never feel lost. Don't loose yourself, and always keep reviving your old self, so that you keep your dream alive for a future you wish! And never be afraid of improving, afterall "Changes are a part of our lives" ^_^

Express to Sano.......Heal!!!

When you are low, and nothing seems to work as you want it. You feel like the world is going on exactly in the opposite direction than  you want it to be. You  finally give up. Isn't it just so easy to give up?  Surrendering!

What if you don't have a choice? What if there's no other way out? You can't just always sit back and quit!
What if there are no other options left? What if you just have to face it? Just stand straight , head high towards the storm. You know you can't look away and bend down, because you aren't left with an option......

Well to be more specific let me make it clear with an example most of us are prone to....
" Its a cold winter night, you are preparing before going off to sleep. You have your exam the next day! Highly confident and equally scared though you have done the portion of syllabus properly, you just switch off the lights. Your phone beeps, its a message from one of your classmate informing that ther is another chapter for the exam tomorrow."

I don't think any of you will be able to go off to sleep. Those warm blankets will be selfish enough to pull you closer but you have no choice. You can't give up!  You will get back to your books immediately !!!

Another example, exclusively mine!
I generally stop talking to everyone including my sister and my best friends.My existence becomes rare to my everyone including my roomies. I cover up myself. I am on one corner of my bed, snicked to the wall inside my quilt. I don't go near anyone, I don't answer any texts, don't receive any calls including that of my parents. I always cover up my side with the chair and blankets. I like it to be dark, haunted types! I close myself from the rest of the world, also from the sunlight outside. Even a single strand ray of light hurts me. Am so prone to everything at that point of time. And its only me alone lying, just to feel lower than before!!"

And the next thing happens is that I appear like a zombie to my roomies, they are scared somewhat. The lessons to be covered are left. The assignments to be completed are left half done. My friends and family get worried about me(atleast those who care). My blog keeps on missing me and on the other hand I am more depressed due to the darkness as never before. Each of my planning is ruined and finally I regret which leads me into a huge world of grief!

Man!!! locking yourself from the world doesn't work!

You gotta stand and take a deep breath. Start expressing yourself! Start!!! Talk it out with your most trusted friends or your best friend. If they don't listen to you, then just stand in front of the mirror and talk to your own self. And if it still doesn't work!!! Stand under the shower and cry! there is no one to disturb you over there, not even you your ownself, because you can't question yourself for your tears standing under the shower (LOL! that will be hilarious).

And if nothing else works....Write it out! that is what I do, I write and sing to express every kind of emotion. It feels secure as well as am fresh as ever again!

Guys, till the time you don't express yourself and get it out of your system, you will go on torturing your self. I bet, in that little shell you create for yourself just to hide yourself,  makes you more vulnerable to the negativity of world! Express..... Sing...... Write......Talk!!! After all we are human beings, not some kind of secret box where we can hide all our problems!!! Be happy!  And be the white one in dark :)

my sweeto sis!!!!

her 4th birthday!

My sister is super duper mental. She is 5 years elder to me and still seems to be 5 years younger. I have never fel like the younger one at home. Its not like am jealous, but am proud of taking care of her all the time. I am the one who scolds her, points out her mistake, lecture her for hours and the most important is I try to my best to keep her happy. Haha! she is my little cute sister! I am lucky to have her. Sometimes she gets all so furious for me being treated as the elder in the family. LOL! she was such a small bag of cuteness.When ever I sleep beside her I know, I won't be technically sleeping. She goes in anticlockwise direction all over the bed. I can go on and on writing about her.... because afterall i just love her ^_^

HOME.... my version of HEAVEN!

And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
Oh, let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all be all right
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home

These are the last two para's from the song "HOME" by Michael Buble. When I heard this song for the first time I didn't understand the meaning "Home" we can never estimate its value, no one can. When we are home, we don't understand what it means. But after the completion of twelveth and in many others cases tenth, we exactly know what this 4 lettered word means.
                                                              "A place kids feel secure,
                                                          that corner near the television set,
                                                        sofa where you split your milk glass,
                                                      though you never know what it means."

I being an hosteler now know, what it feels to be at home, while on the other hand few years back during my high school, I prayed to get out of the state. I wanted to explore, I wanted to fly alone where mom wouldn't be calling me or dad wont be scolding. Today i regret for all my prayers and wanna get back to that secure heaven where my parents will be always there to guide me even with the smallest thing ever. Not only this i want my life to be simple without any tension. Am not trying to run away from the work load. But i guess when you get back from classes there is mom just to ask you how was your day, makes your life simpler.

It doesn't matter, how many friends you have, or how much you want to be with your boyfriend or girlfriend? I bet you can't ever get a safer sleep and dream happily on beloved arms,  because still you will be tensed about aomething or the other related to your beloved. But when it comes to home, all you need is a calm atmosphere and you will have the most relaxing sound sleep! That is what home does to you..... You will go on feeling lonely in a group of 50 if you dont have a home. Being alone is the worst realisation which kills you daily.

                                                                    'Lonely on my bed,

I sit with my half filled coffee mug,

 laughing and giggling with my friends, 

cracking jokes on each other,

The weather outside is ravishing, 

the light goes off,

its raining and we shout,

we tease each other, scaring,

Suddenly you realise,

in the club of 8,

you know none, 

whom do you trust?

Is is it storm outside with the light flashes,

or is it the friend just beside you,

is it the coffee mug that is still hot,

or is it the room which is not your home......

You are alone

When you know

Its not your home'

Home, is the place where you can sleep without any responsibilities. Home is the place where what ever happpens you know are not alone. And home is the place where even if you fall down suddenly, your addrenaline doesn't strikes off...........

"Ghar yaad aata hai mujhe" from the episodes of Satyamev Jayate, anyone like me can relate to it. Not only anyone like me, but everyone can. Even a man living with his wife and children misses his real home. Home where you live with your parents and your siblings. We fight, quarrel and scream. But that it what it takes to make that small designed collection of bricks to be called as "home".

"people fear god , coz no one wants to end up in hell

they worship almighty, coz everyone wants to die peacefully

some sacrifice all their happiness, to find the greatest of the all

And all these just for the sake of heaven!!!

I have a little advice, 

"go back home, head on your mother's lap and go off to sleep"

I don't think you need to fear, sacrifice or give away anything.......

because you already are in heaven! :)"

                                                               

First successful college event! :D

"A good teacher takes a hand, opens up the mind and touches the heart. Good morning to one and all present here" Yes! this is exactly I how began with the teacher's day celebration today. One of my friend had  accompanied me for the sanskrit sloke. Everything seemed to glitter in front of me. It wasn't my first time on stage, I used to enact for english plays during school days. I also anchored for the class assembly. But this was my first attempt in college, that too with the opening.

Being equally nervous and shaky I tried my level best to hold on. Either I got confident or maybe I got so excited when I saw my fav teacher give a wide smile. And everything was CHO MANTAR. And that was it, we had the best teacher's day ever possible in our pharma wing. All our teaching and non teaching staff were being felicitated. Ahh!! I just forgot to write about the games. First one was from the 2nd year's batch, and the second one was from the first year's batch. I swear they just nailed it. 

As said "anth bhala toh sab bhala", me and my other 7 co- organisers rocked it. Lat but not the least I also mentioned "we would like more support and appreciation from our batch mates and the seniors". That did really hurt me, none of the seniors contributed or the program, didn't even attend. I guess some people only know how to pull others backwards while they themselves don't progress either. Same goes with few of our classmates. I wish everyone who tried their best to create problems read this" Guys, go on give your best shot at spoiling everything, and we will keep on learning how to deal with thorns to                                                                        reach the roses":)