Delhi Diaries IV - December

Remember, last December when I was in Delhi? No? Well read here!! :)

Sooo many things happened completely unplanned last December! This year, its been quite different. There were many things planned; but none of them materialized. :( . Its the strangest thing. You so badly want for something to happen, and all of a sudden, that power to want is taken from you. I have been a mess of sorts the last couple of weeks, and hoped that the year would end on a better note. 

That clearly does not seem possible too. 

What good has come of it? Life has given me a sort of filter; where in I get to know the people around me. The ones who are in my life - for a reason, season or a lifetime. Its an eye opener of sorts; and I think I needed one!

Who am I to complain? the week before these two weeks have been fab! I've had loads n loads of fun!! The fun actually started one night, when I was sitting and talking to friends, about love, life, work, studies, relationships, philosophies and other like subjects.. It was a long conversation, and in that conversation One of my friends said something that stayed back with me. 

He said (i don't remember the exact words, but) "Friends we make and decide to keep, are of our choice. We do not have a obligation to be nice to the whole world, just because man is a social being" or something which meant the same. 

The discussion we were having, started basically between differences between people of North India and South India. [ and as usual, I was the sole representative of the South!] The conversation revolved around, how, people in North India have a disagreement, or a argument( which they do ever so often :P) and keep their stand, till one of them emerges the winner. Down South, when people have these kind of differences, and end up arguing, more often than not, they let go, and are back to being normal. So if someone is rude today, and he/she comes n talks to u normally tomorrow, the sensibility will be in talking back normally, like nothing ever happened. But up here, if someone is rude to you today, and comes and talks normally the next day, you become rude, and keep it that way. Until, there is an intervention of other people, mostly friends, who TRY n sort things out, or force them to let go, OR some miracle happens.

I think thats why, People up north are said to be more aggressive than the people down south; who are more sensible. I relate to the southern patterns more, coz, thats where I have been most of my life. I am nice to everybody. Even those people who I might have fought with. Even those people who have said really mean things about me. I cry at night, tell a few friends about it; but end of it, was back to normal with whoever it was who said whatever. 

I don't know if this model works everywhere. Coz it sure as hell does not work here. Being nice is seen as a weakness, and people take advantage of it!! Is it really true, that you have to be mean in today's world to get your job done? Do nice people really come last? I'm scared. Very Very Scared. I haven't been this scared of even my dad!!! 

I thought, and then thought some more, as to why I am still friends with those people? Why am I still compelling myself to be in amicable terms with everyone in life? The answer, my dear friends is, I don't know any other way. 

Its true. I don't like something in someone. I cannot go and tell that someone to stop doing what he/she is doing. Until and Unless I am really really close to that someone. And even then, I sometimes fear, if I'll lose the closeness, if I say something. But thats the real test, isn't it? SO for me to survive in this world, I am supposed to develop a little shrewdness, a little rude behavior, and a don't care attitude. Will I be able to pull that off? 

They say, Christmas is the season to be jolly, fra la la la la, la la la la..for me, its been anything but!

But - like they say, Jo bhi hota hai, acche ke liye hota hai! (whatever happens, happens for good) I am just waiting and watching what good comes out of my situation. 

There's so much more I want to write about, but its 4:05 a.m and I really really need to sleep!

A picture for sore eyes. I love it; hope u do too!!

Delhi Diaries Part III - Dreams

How important is a dream? How far would you go to make your dream come true?

If you can dream–and not make dreams your master,

If you can think–and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

Like Rudyard Kipling's poem, If I can dream, and not make dreams my master, I still want to make them come true, How would that be possible?

"Mehnat" [Hard-work] is something which I am unable to keep going everyday. More often than not, there are distractions, with I very easily fall prey to. Focus. I lack focus. And today, I don't know how to get focus onto my life. Like I have mentioned here and here and here.

The base, somewhere, is that I am unable to keep myself happy for a set period of time. There always seems to be something or the other that creeps up and F*#@s with my head. The fact that I keep everyone and everything other than me, at a higher priority, I seem to be unable to achieve what I want. The minute, no, the second, I feel like I am keeping me higher than the other person, I feel completely selfish, and then do more than whats required, to make up to the person/situation which I might have not given a higher priority at first. 

And every such thing obviously takes all my me time, and I am left with goals and deadlines which I try and make for myself get postponed indefinitely. I am not complaining, nor am I saying, I don't like to do what I do, When I give others my priority, these others are not people off the street, but they are people who are extremely extremely dear to me. My mom always says, I should learn to keep myself first, coz, somewhere over the years she has forgotten how to give that to herself. 

Have I gotten it from her?

Or do I simply have a major inferiority complex?

I think it is the latter too, [if thats what u're thinking]. If its academics, or work, I know I can achieve it, come what may. If I have a deadline to meet, I will not sleep the entire night, to get it done. When it comes to studies, and I know I have to do it, I did. When I had a choice, I sometimes ended on the easier route. Procrastination - thats the word! I think I have been procrastinating certain things for so long, that it has become a part of life. 

I have accepted the fact that, there are no shortcuts anymore.Still, Why? Why haven't I been able to focus, and achieve my dream. 

At this juncture in life, I feel that all my dreams, all my ambitions, every single thing is dependent on this one dream. It might even cure me of my other problems. Then why? Have you seen True Blood? Season 1? In that a lady removes the demon from within a drunk lady. She doesn't really do anything, but it still works. Faith. Because of faith. Today, I am not only lacking Focus, I am also lacking Faith. I feel in a major major way like a loser in life. 

And I hate it. I hate losing. I hate this feeling. Being at this place, makes it feel, like I have noone, NOone, noOne, who'll really listen to what I have to say, and that makes me lose my conviction, in my own speech. Confidence, which is such a major portion of me, seems to be slipping away too. And I am trying very heard to not let that go.

With this heavy heart, I just don't want to type anymore. Hopefully the next time I sit to write, there's more positivity in what I want to say. 

Maybe the Delhi winters have dampened my spirits, in more ways than one! Life is to be lived and loved. It should be fun and frolic. 

It. Will. Be.

Delhi Diaries Part II - Friendships!

Friendships Change. Friends Don't. or is it the other way round?

I don't know and hence am confused. 

Two people, sworn to be best friends forever. Move in to live together[Mistake #1]. Figure out, what can be better than having your best friend living with you full time. Life in the same city, but with different sets of people. New friends, New relations, New House, New everything. Time moves on, and living in the same house, makes two best friends drift apart. 

You love your friend for all the fun and craziness they bring in your life, but you need structure and responsibility in a house-mate, right? Your home and all the responsibilities are left at home where your father and mother look after everything, you don't want a house-mate/friend telling you what is right and what is wrong, right? 

People Change. People Adapt. People Adjust. People Should. Man is a social animal, isn't he? Thank goodness they weren't married to each other. Otherwise, there would be another tale of Divorce. 

The two friends in some corner of their hearts still love each other (I think!) but situation has made it such that they cannot stand each others guts! 

It makes me uncomfortable, coz I love both of them, and somehow, it looks like I have made a choice, between the two of them. I didn't mean to. When issues and matters were small, I tried reasoning things out. But when it was blown out of proportion, I didn't do anything, mainly because:

- I didn't want to make a choice.

- I assumed two grown-ups will know how to handle their own issues, without having a kid interfere. 

- I - in my craziest dream - didn't imagine, that it'll last this long, and become this big!

Life, has taught me a great deal about friendships. And I want to list some of them here, to remind me someday incase I happen to forget:

1. Never Ever have money matters un-resolved between friends. It somehow brings its ugly face sooner or later to spoil any relationship.

2. Never forget birthdays. All those friends you made back when you were a kid, they don't know who you really are today, and honestly, they don't care. But they'll always remain special. Show them that.

3. Never EVER interfere in your friends relationships. Be friends with their better halves, but remember, ALWAYS - the person who introduced you to that person was your friend first. Let it stay that way.

4. When you meet friends of friends, do not at any point of time make your friend seem less important. If you're making any sort of plans, or you think your friendship with the new people seem increasing, Keep your friends in the loop. 

5. Be honest with a friend. You don't like something, say it. And just because you said it, don't expect your friend to change for you. If he or she feels you are right, they will take necessary action.

6. Accept them for who they are. Never judge them. They are your friends for a reason.

7. You don't need to be friendly to those people who were friends once, but don't respect you anymore. When competition / jealousy take over a certain friendship, it hasn't been friendship for quite some time now. Let go.

8. Stay in touch. [ I am majorly lacking here - and I feel soo soo soooo terrible, for not being able to do it]

As and when, I remember my other lessons, I shall list it down here, in my small little world. 

Now you maybe thinking, why the title of this post was Delhi Diaries?

Simply, I like the sound of it! :P :) 

Writing this, felt totally Liberating! I hope things improve, and love shall prevail!!

Delhi Diaries Part I

Its been long since I blogged, I know!! However, this time round, I ain't guilty! Why should I be? I love this space, and I have been visiting all the wonderful  blogs around me, reading and seeing real awesome stuff. Thanks to Facebook! :D

I am addicted to it. Facebook that is, and I tried to stay away from it. I deleted my account [the temporary kind]  and stayed without it for 20 whole days!!!! I *sheepishly* cheated. I had the id and password of a friend. SO I logged in to Facebook through his account and stalked all the mutual friends we had! Considering I have more friends than him, it became difficult not being on FB and I joined right back!!

Addiction is another thing, I don't believe in. How can anyone get addicted to anything? So, me being me, tried to figure out, what exactly was my relationship with Facebook. Why do I feel the need to be incessantly logged into it? It used to be Sorority Life, once upon a time. Today it isn't so.

I think that the fact that I live away from home, which means I have not only left behind family, but also loads of my friends behind, leads to me having a certain kind of craving, to know everything, Coz I feel I am missing out on so much!! And Now that I have moved to the Capital [ of India] (Yes!! For all you people who didn't know yet, I have moved to DELHI!!! :D , ok back to rambling... :P ) I not only have my friends from Bangalore who I miss so much, I also have my friends from Mumbai( o, how much I love thee!) who I miss loads n loads. So staying in touch becomes necessary, don't you think? :)

And hence the strange addiction to Facebook! * i ain't sure if it is true, but doesn't it give a logical reason for my obsession??* 

Its been almost three months since I moved to Delhi. Well, Noida, to be precise. [ok, a quickie, How many of you knew NOIDA was short for New Okhla Industrial Development Area?? ] My reason for choosing NOIDA, is something, I am not going to elaborate right now, but I kinda like this place. A. Lot.

Thank god for the wonderful family I had back in Mumbai, I had a support system which I didn't realize was so strong till I moved to this place. Here I do not have family, but I have a few friends and special people, who make me feel part of home. Three months here have been craaazy and I can't wait to see what the future holds for me. 

I found a wonderful place to live, thanks to Sulekha.com :). Its like the house I have always wanted, well almost. Its a lovely duplex three bedroom apartment and two wonderful flat mates. Yes! I have a bedroom all to myself. Remember the fab house I found in Mumbai?? In that House we were 4, yes FOUR girls living in a single bedroom house. I loved that house too, but you see, coming from there, how very fantastic my new house sounds? :) Yeah, it is. 

I started this blog, when I moved to Mumbai. To write about my feelings, experiences and life in general. Slowly, I found I was writing because I wanted to be read, I started having loads of followers, and what I wrote, when I wrote it, and how I wrote it all things started revolving around people who are reading it. I somewhere stopped writing for me, to vent out my feelings, my emotions. Thats the reason, I didn't blog for so long. I love reading other blogs, and I love it more when people read my ramblings. I just wanted to write for another reason.

More soon. I promise! :) *hugs*

10 9 8 7 6 5.... U know what I'm talking about, don't you?

Dear Me-Era tagged me to do this! And As I looked around this world... I saw lots n lots of people have done this tag!

So, If you haven't done this already and You like what you read - Then you are tagged!!! :D :D :D

TEN HOW'S:

First Thing that came to my head when I saw 10 How's!! HIMYM :):)

1. How did you get one of your scars? 

I'm Not a Girl... Not yet a Woman!

I used to think

I had the answers to everything,

But now I know

Life doesn't always go my way, yeah...

Feels like I'm caught in the middle

That's when I realize...

I'm not a girl,

There is no need to protect me.

It's time that I

Learn to face up to this on my own.

I've seen so much more than you know now,

So don't tell me to shut my eyes.

I'm not a girl,

Not yet a woman.

All I need is time,

A moment that is mine,

While I'm in between....

This is the first thing that came to my mind when Sammy From her "Aura of Sleepless Dreams" tagged me! This Britney Spears Song which I used to listen to when I was in High-School and Pre-Univ, was something I could relate to. A lot. 

Now, the Tag. I am supposed to list "MY SINS AGAINST THE GENDER STEREOTYPE"

And you must tag twelve blogging friends  or else you will be cursed to wear blue clothes pants if you are a woman and pink shirts if you are a man – for next twelve years 

 Is what the Indian Homemaker (  who started this tag ) says!!

So here I am, telling you about the Not So Womanly Me!

** From Childhood, I have Always been the "bahadur baccha" at home.

Nothing in Particular

I have been reading so many posts about people and their lives. Being a part of this world makes me feel like I belong somewhere. Its just the weirdest thing.

When I moved to Mumbai, I was this very different person. I was coming from a different place in life and moving here I thought was the best decision I've ever made. At that time, it was. I was super enthusiastic about everything around me. New place, new life, new freedom - all those things that I wanted.

WISH

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I have been FAT, for a very long time now!

I have tried many many many ways of losing the extra weight. What I lack?

Focus.

As I have mentioned, In some of my previous posts, I have been unnecessarily procrastinating this activity.

The problem is, I have done everything I could, but since I don't see quick results, or results of How I want things to be,I lose the interest, and all the hardwork goes downhill.

In this whole procedure, back of the mind there has always been a WISH. At every stage of life, there has been a wish related to weight loss. I don't know, if it is a fat person thing, or just me, but I very sheepishly want to put my list here. My list of my imaginations,or my wishes.

1. This one is the oldest - One Day I get up, go see the mirror, and all the Fat is *whoosh* gone!
[ Like one of those movies like - Big (Tom Hanks) or Thirteen going on 30 ]

2. This one is the same as the first one, but it always has different stories each time I wish for it - I get something magical, or I meet someone - a magician or a tarot card reader - who'll do some spell on me and *whoosh* the FAT is all gone!!

3. This one is sorta crazy - I am kidnapped by the human trafficking mafias of the world, and since FAT me is of no use to them, they make me starve, by making me unconscious for 6 months, and I get up 6 months later and *whoosh* the FAT is gone!!! :P [ and the scary part is now they get to use me! :( ]

4. This one - You decide - I am travelling in a local train in Mumbai, and it gets bombed. I almost die. But someone similar to me really dies. The cops mistake her for me, and declare me dead. Her family takes me away(I am all burnt, so they don't recognize) And every single time ( of my imagination ) they take me to a different exotic location. There they do a cosmetic surgery on me, and I retain my eyes and my smile and most of my face, but *whoosh* the FAT is all gone!!

5. This is a recurring one - I get some major disease and become very weak. The medicines I take give me energy ONLY by burning my FAT. So, by the time I'm well, *whoosh* the FAT is all gone!!

6. This one is more recurring - One a perfect day, i.e when it is not my birthday, or anyone else's in the near future, and I'm with family or friends. I have to cross the road to reach them. When I'm crossing, I get hit by a truck . The family ( I have to live, so someone I know has to be around in my imagination every single time ) rushes me to the hospital. The doctors operate on me. Once out of the operation theater, he says, "Thank god! she's alive, but thats only because of the FAT. It was holding her organs and bones together. Now, I have removed it all; and her body is perfect" and I get up after a week to see *whoosh* the FAT all gone!! - Why a day when no one's birthday is close by is because, I love celebrating Birthdays, and I can't think of being in a hospital on any of my friend or relative's birthday! :P

7. This is my favorite - Science creates a medicine that I take, and in a month or two, all the FAT is dissolved and out of my system and my skin remains intact and not loose and hanging. So basically A medicine which in a couple of months would make *whoosh* All the FAT gone!

8. My Recent Favorite, which was my status message on FB - I wish Mosquitoes sucked FAT and not blood and check the response I got!!

These are just bizzare wishes, and I don't intend any of them coming true. [ I don't mind the mosquitoes really]

As you can see, Not once have I mentioned, I wish I started waking up early or I'll work out regularly or that I wish I could give up on chocolates in that list.

But my crazy imagination has given up on me! And I have learned that there is no shortcut to success.

So My Real WISH is that I have the passion, determination and the focus, required for the weight loss, and in the right manner.

p.s. I am thinking of making a series for the blog which is like a journal with my experience with weight loss. what say people? Will i get some love and motivation from you guys?

Will my Wish of being A Fit girl come true??

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Bengaluru!!

Back Home for a Week, And really busy with some prep..!!

I am hoping this month ends on a fabulous note, and the next month begins with an even better note!!

Loads of love.. Will come back to this space, once I'm back in Mumbai!!

A "3" tag and An Award!!

I have been Tagged!!! By Vibhuti... A wonderful Blogger! Find the links to her Blog.. at the end of this Post!

Here's to all of you knowing me, a little better! ;-)

3 Famous Names of Mine

- Deeps


- Deepu


- Dippy Sauce! 

Hidden

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Is it difficult to express your feelings?

Have you found the strange oppression in your throat when you are unable to say what you want to say?

How many times have you "Hidden" your feelings lately?

There was this boy. He intrigued me. Everything he did was fascinating. To me, he was my own superstar. His words, his thoughts, his movements, his eyes, everything about him was captivating. The way he danced, the way he his perfume lingered around, the way he could tell, I was lying by that one crooked look.

 It became a necessity for me to see he got everything he wanted. And he wanted a lot. It was like I was always playing "impromptu treasure hunt" with him. He wanted some girl - I help him get her. He wanted someone to talk to - I listen. He wanted some help with his journals - I do it. He wanted anything - and I got it for him. 

There were a million, no, a gazillion things happening around me at the time; but my mind wasn't entirely on any of those. It was on this boy. I thought I loved him. And by getting him everything he wanted - he could see that. I thought he could see that. I always, ALWAYS knew that he was way out of my league; I couldn't get him, no matter what.

Of the gazillion things happening around me, I also happened to meet this amazing boy who I actually fell in love with. It was simple, it was easy and it was the best thing to ever happen to me.Period. But in the back of my head I wasn't entirely happy because I had feelings - hidden feelings - for this other boy. I failed to see what I had with me because of him I didn't have. I started cursing my life as it was getting harder and harder to live with myself because I felt I was cheating me. 

Not the boy who loved me, but me. I also knew these feelings could never come out of me. It was the biggest sin - in my head - for these feelings to come out in the open. I knew it would destroy lot of friendships and shaken most of our lives. It was an obsession; it was unhealthy. I was blinded by these hidden emotions. I was living in some imaginary world. I let go of everything I had. My friends, my family, the boy who loved me and almost myself. 

I knew I had to grow out of this because it was killing me from inside. I sat and asked myself what this was. Was it some form of love? I didn't think so. Because I didn't want a future with him. I didn't want a life with him; but something in my system wanted him. And just when I had given everything up, and wanted to unhide those emotions which were within me for almost 4 years then; that one thing happened which made me lose that obsession or that thing I was too afraid to call anything. 

I fell head over heels in love, again. But with the same person who loved me. Not some third person. But him, who taught me what love is and how it is to love someone. I could see, for the first time, so clearly as to the kind of fool I had been. And shivers to think that I almost lost it. What happened to those hidden feelings? I told him [my him] all about the other him. And once it wasn't hidden anymore, I was able to breathe, to feel and to love all over again. 

My own superstar, as I had called him earlier, disappeared. That incessant need to be around him, or to get his approval on something I did, died down. Today I look back upon those years, I see how much I have already lost due to the things happening in my head and my heart. Friends, memories, time all lost to a feeling I had. I regret those days. But I am also very glad I am out of that phase. Thankful to every single person in my life who in some or the other way helped me live. 

And most thankful to my special someone, for making me believe that I don't need to HIDE any of my feelings and that no matter who we are, where we're from, n what we do, we'll always have each other!!

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Dawson's Creek - Joey's Songs

Why I like this more than F.R.I.E.N.D.S or One Tree Hill, I will never Understand! :)

What Joey had for Dawson or Pacey isn't monumental! Nevertheless I love it!!

I keep watching these videos.. and just wanted to share!

This is the Song which made me such a huge fan of DC in the first place!



This one's Cute.. but i think the its the Spanish Version!!



A compiled Version Of the Same!!



And This one!! I want you to want me!!



And this with the most edible n adorable Chad !!



And the theme song; how could I not have this!! I don't wanna wait!!



This one's for everyone who loved Dawson's Creek as much As me!!!!

This one was written Last Year

Its only Words!

Remember "Smile,an ever lasting Smile, A smile can bring you near to me..."

When I decided to call my blog Words as a form of life, Somewhere at the back my head I had this song.

"Its only words, and words are all I have, to take your heart away"

I have always wondered, why you need anything else to sustain any kind of relationship? Doesn't it start with words, and finish with them? For a long time, this was my favorite song, and I would completely abide by it.

Then, I heard this  You Say it best, when you say nothing at all! And then, I couldn't stop loving the song.

Notice how things, small and big sometimes make a major difference in your lives?

It could be a song, a book, an article from a magazine you touched for the first time, a friend you made, a series of incidents, a petty love affair, a friend's love affair, money, television shows, movies, people who cheat, people who suffer, people who love and people who teach.

These differences make us who we are. Its not where you do your graduation, or what you do in post graduation, its not where you work or how much money your dad has.

I relate to that person today. The person I am because of the differences made in my life. They needn't be good;  but they define me in some way. Am I the same person I was a couple of years ago? No.. Well, Am I the same person I was A couple of weeks ago? Still no! Do I love this person, despite all the change, hell yes! Then why do people find it difficult to accept others who have changed? Why is it that people tend to have problems with people because they have changed? Would you stop loving yourself for the changes in you?

Its been more than a year since I moved to Mumbai, and almost 10 months since I wrote this. A whole universe has changed from then and now. Work, politics, work politics, Friendships, Roommates, Romance, Relatives and equations between all of them have changed. And all this within Mumbai. And the world outside of that - phew, I don't know where to begin! Bangalore, Delhi have made me realize that home can be anywhere as long as there is love and warmth, And there are those people who I can share my feelings with and those I can spend my time in silence without having to say a word, still feeling complete. 

So today, even though I feel so completely the same person I was in Class 8; I am not her. I have grown up (and big) from then, and I have completely trusted my path whichever I have taken, to be the best one for me.

There could've been improvements, but I would not trade this for anything else. For all the mistakes I have made, the lessons I have learnt, I will forever be grateful to every single person who made the DIFFERENCE in my life. Because Its Only Words which keep us connected to this world we live in. And these Words are our life, if not just A form of Life!!!

Too deep for a Friday post, huh? Hope you all have a wonderful weekend!! :D 

Remember Me!

Thank God Edward Cullen is a Vampire! 

It hurts so much to see Robert Pattinson die; even though they haven't shown him dead!!

Of the many movies I watched these days, I think I liked Remember me the best. It said so much more than I think the movie was trying to say. And I didn't like it just because it had Robert Pattinson in it; He's good yes, but the movie on the whole was very well made.

Watching movies - Bollywood or Hollywood has been my favorite pass-time, and in the last few years, we have seen many many movies which had stories to tell which revolved around the 9/11 attack. But most stories I had seen or read, were those which happened after the attack, or something close and how it impacted the characters in the movie. But this was different. Pierce Brosnan played a very good character, the tough daddy, the throw he had, the passion, lovely. Emile de Ravin - I haven't seen Roswell or Lost [ I know, its bad.. I'll catch up ;) ] but man, was she a surprise or what? She pretty! To think she'll be 30 next year scares me!! 

The movie talks about death. of. loved. ones. In different ways, it talks about difficulty. And through it all it shows love. That strange love which cannot be described in words. The love between a brother and sister is also handled with such sensitivity that I was almost in tears. 

The Best part OBVIOUSLY Was Robert. 

His eyes. His smile. They talk different languages at the same time! There are scenes in which his dialogue is something, his eyes are saying something else and his mouth is doing something else. On someone else it might have looked weird. But on him. ah! to. die. for!!!!!!! 

A small thing from the movie; I love what it says.

Whatever you do in life will be
insignificant but it is very
important that you do it because...

You can't know...

You can't ever really know the
meaning of your life...

And you don't need to...
Just know that your life has a meaning...

Every life has a meaning... whether
it lasts one hundred years or one
hundred seconds...

Every life... And every death... changes the
world in its own way...

Gandhi knew this. He knew his life
would mean something to someone,
somewhere, somehow. And he knew
with as much certainty that he
could never know that meaning...
He understood that enjoying life
should be of much greater concern
then understanding it.
And so do I.

You can't know...

So don't take it for granted...
But don't take it too seriously...

*Don't postpone what you want...
*Don't leave anything misunderstood...
*Make sure the people you care about know...
Make sure they know how you really feel...

Because just like that...

IT COULD END

Hope this post made some sense. 

FYBF! No Make Up Day!

Just Came Across FYBF! at a fellow Blogger RATZ!

So Today is INTERNATIONAL BLOGGER WITH NO MAKE UP DAY!!

It requires us to put up pictures of us without make up!!

So I pick this one!!

I feel smile is all the make up we need.. This is me.. plain, simple and in love!

So People, add your selves at FYBF here!

Looking forward to new beginnings!!

Have you?

Have you ever found yourself doing sooo many things, that you end up having no time for yourself?

Have you ever found no reason in almost all the things you do, but still you continue to do so?

Have you found love on a long journey, in a train, with thousands of strangers around?

Have you found a smile, in the tears which flow down your precious eyes?

Have you told your parents you love them lately?

Have you called your brother, and told him how much you miss him?

Thats me n my lovely brother!

Have you felt the spark in your throat when you want to shout out loud, in your office?

Have you read a random blog and felt that special connection?

Hopes, Dreams and Reality - When they come together - Wonderfulness!!

 

Have you slept well lately?? :)

Images mainly from here! :D

Beliefs / Fear

When i was kid, I heard this proverb - There's nothing to fear other than fear itself!

Then. I. Grew. Up.

Grew up, with the belief that I had nothing to fear. Whenever I had to stand up for something I believed in, I did. Even at home, with mom and dad. I always supported what was right - according to me! So, in the long arguments / discussions I had with my dad, more often than not I ended up crying, as that was the only way I could gracefully lose the argument ;-)!!!

In the Indian Scenario, my parents / relatives have always told me, that they never had the guts to talk to their parents / elders about certain things. I am lucky, like that [thank god!]. I could share anything with my parents, and I did share almost everything.

Why is it not the same with my friends and cousins? Why are they always scared of sharing their thoughts
about certain issues with their parents?

We tend to hide certain things, for sure, like, you wouldn't announce at home that you have a boy friend / girlfriend. And we tell them only only when we are really ready. Or that, you drink or smoke, or something like that. Yes, it is frowned upon, we know, they wouldn't approve of it, but still, we continue doing it, by hiding it from them.

And so, when you're out with friends having a drink, and your mom calls, what do you say? When you're out with that someone special and your dad calls, what would you say? We lie. But we are not one bit ashamed of it, are we? Or if we are, do you think we are doing anything about it?

OK, I wanted to write about a completely different thing, and once I started typing, this whole parent thing came up.

I have always wondered why we create these situations for ourselves.

Today, when I look back at my days in college, I always had a nice excuse for bunking classes. But there was
no way I could tell this at home. But now, when I go back home, and tell them all (most of) the crazy things I used to do - and mom goes like - "when did u have the time to do this?" or "how come you never asked  us before you went there?" .. And No, they weren't angry. And weren't hurt too... Its nice like that! :)..

How would it be when we have kids? Will they also hide stuff from us? It scares me to think that. How do you know how to be the right kind of parent?

stop! why am I even thinking off when I have kids blah blah when there's a long time to go till, I get married in the first place? Weird!

Well, contemplating on a random thought on my own blog is allowed, isn't it? :)

I guess so!! :)

OK, now I have to get back to work.. just wanted to put random thoughts in ink.. I'd like to know your sentiments about them too.. if you want...!

Love,

How much would you trust someone??

How many friends of yours can you really trust?

This happened to a friend of mine, and it has sort of shocked/shaken me, because I tend to trust/ believe most of my friends and try almost always to be there when they want / need me.

My friend met this guy, lets call him Shael, in MBA training classes. One of those institutes which help students in scoring well in the MBA entrance exams like GMAT, CAT etc. Classes are usually held two -three days a week. 

My friend and Shael ended up sitting with each other in a few such classes. Slowly they started hanging out together, usually post classes and sometimes even bunk class n hang out. A coffee shop, a sports bar and even long drive at times.

If I did this with someone for more than 3 weeks, that person would have been " a good friend" by the end of three weeks. Ok. This. Story. Is. Not. About. Me.
Back to my friend's story.

After a couple of months of these classes my friend got into a college to pursue his MBA. He got into a nice course and life for him went on a different course. New sets of people, new things in life. He was not in touch with SHael and a few other old friends. [ the whole thing about there being three kind of friends - for a reason, season and a lifetime ]

Almost a year later, during my friend's semester examination for MBA, Shael calls out of nowhere. He sounds all excited and happy and says he's getting married; and that he wants to meet my friend. He tells my friend stuff like, how close they were as friends, and also that he( shael  ) wanted my friend to meet his fiancee and all. So, after like atleast 50-60 phone calls from Shael,my friend agreed to meet him for like 10-15 minutes. [ I wanted to know why my friend was acting so pricy n all - and in his defence he said : 

a) he had exams going 

b) he didn't really have time to hang out due to reason (a) and 

c)  when someone you haven't spoken in a really long time calls so often, it means either they want something from you or they want something from you, BIGtime! ]

So they meet in a Friendly place like McDonalds and Shael gets coke for the both of them. Then as casual conversation goes on, Shael's phone rings and he is unable to answer it because apparently the battery of his phone just died. He says it was his girlfriends call, and asks my friends phone to call her. 

Since the place they were in was noisy, he takes the call outside. He walks out, talking over the phone AND HE DOESN"T COME BACK!

He takes the phone and disappears. My friend waits for this person to come back and after like 10 minutes he goes out to see where Shael is. 

He thinks Shael must have just gone to pick his girlfriend from somewhere, because he is unable to accept the fact that anyone, would just walk away with the phone like that. Mind you, the phone he uses is a Blackberry  [ same phone I use ;-) n I simply Louve it!!!!! ] which was just 3 weeks old and which costs about 30,000 rupees. 

A couple of hours after this, he pings me on gtalk, and in a state of shock [yes, even after 2-3 hours] tells me about what just happened to him. 

My first reaction to that was - Go to the Cops!! However corrupt / non-corrupt the cops in India are, they are the Police and they might be able to help.

He didn't want to. Why?

a) He had exams and didn't have time to waste with the cops ( coz thats what it would have been if he had gone to the cops - a waste of time)

b) He didn't want to tell his parents, coz they might react/over-react unfavorably and he didn't want them involved at all. ( Acc to him, its simply wrong to involve parents in problems. Me,on the other hand, like here - I would go tell mom, dad immediately! )

I then suggested, finding Shael on his own. The classes they were in together would probably have their address!! But no, he stayed in a rented flat, as he was from another city and chances are, he has already fled to another city. Thats why Shael was calling over and over again to meet with my friend. 

So, on the whole, my friend didn't / couldn't do anything when this day light robbery happened to him! I was all bummed out coz doing nothing was not my cup of tea! And I was frustrated and irritated with people in general for a while.

What if your friend/ acquaintance did that to you? I have always given my phone to someone who needed to make an urgent call and something was wrong with theirs. I hope people around me would help me out, if my phone weren't working / battery was dead [ god forbid ] 

This may be a TMH of a non-gross kind, but nevertheless. It has made some sort of impact on my life, and not a positive one, I must say.

Has something like this happened to you, or someone you know? How would you deal in a similar situation? 

Is there anything which can undo the negative impact it has had on my life? Or is it just a lesson learnt, A big one at that!?

On a totally different note!!

Okay Peeps, Also changed my Blog template to a very very simple one! Still looking for a new one though! I think my blog needs this simple look for sometime! :P Give me ur views on it!! :D And some suggestions about finding new ones!!