Friday, 14 November 2014

Passion Won !

They said its risky; they said its tough.
They highlighted the struggles, they warned about foggy future.
In spite of all, she took the flight and landed to the new found world. 
Now she travels and designs life, not caring about the sleepless nights.
This is how passion won above all the hurdles! 

its a part of Five Sentence Fiction on "Flight"

Thursday, 9 October 2014

Growing Up !

Sometimes i look at light
Letting my eyes burn from the bright 
Soaking some of its shine 
Carelessly I lose mine!

Sunday, 3 August 2014

Its filmy & Its all His fault

Its 11pm and I'm sitting on a roadside bench, all alone. In this silence, my breath sound like crashing waves and I can still feel the tears on my cheek. In last fifteen minutes all I did still appears to me. And its all his fault.
All this started three months ago. I joined this new office and it was my first day. I was a little nervous, a little confused and at the same time excited too. In one way it was like a dream coming true. I was staring around in the corridor, searching for my room and still felt like being in dream. I was so happy and so absorbed in my own world that it took me a crash to come out of it. By crash all I mean is, this tall guy, with the cutest possible smile and dreamy eyes was in so much hurry that he ignored my presence and we clashed. All my papers flew in random directions, he had just one file in his hand, which landed safely in between us. Before my rational mind could come up with any reaction, the dreamer one thought how filmy all this was. Like a typical movie I was hoping he would help me picking and arranging my files, just like movies. My whole dreaming drowned in water when he splashed comment
"Why were you standing in the middle of my way?"
Huh? His way? He doesn't own the place and it was his fault, not mine. He was in hurry not me.
Before I could start with my rebuttal, he left. I stood there with my mouth opened wide. No one can stop me from talking and here this total stranger didn't even gave me a chance to start!
 Later I came to know, his name is Sid Parker and unfortunately he's my boss. What else could be worse, I thought. And the answer didn't took long to come.
Within the first week I realized dreams are way different than reality. Not that I didn't like this new "job-doing" phase of life. It was fun and I felt more free and for a change independent too. But as they say, "life is never easy", and so in my near perfect life my boss was the hitler. Not that he made me work like a donkey, its just I never really got his orders correctly. Like how would I know presentations are supposed to be 'plain and boring', not 'fancy and showy'? If you want the work according to your taste, be specific. Again his fault!
But with time I felt he has other side too. He's really sweet, and I know that from many instances.
   I don't know what I was thinking when I accepted the invitation to his party. It felt the right thing to do. I had no idea that he would do this!
 What he did? Well he proposed me! This freaked the hell out of me, and I ran away from there, literally. And its all his fault.
 Now here I'm, sitting on bench under the magic of street lights and stars. My mind is filled with questions. Why and when this happened? How my bitter boss all of a sudden turned this sweet? Was this real, or some prank? Feels like I'm surrounded by magic, still I refuse to accept its presence.
  I like him since the very first day but was too insecure to confess and his arrogance never encouraged. I know he has helped me so many times, but still there was something that stopped me. I'm a fountain of emotions and its better I stay out here than in there.
  With a sigh I looked towards the sky, and felt the tiny drops of water falling on my red dress. My gaze shifted at the other end of bridge, there he was, running towards me with an umbrella. He slowed down as he reached near. I felt a smile making its way on my face and my eyes started filling with tears. He didn't spoke a words, but I could read his eyes. I don't know how I do it, but I can read him very well. What exactly is going on within me, I can't really explain but its magical and never happened before. And the next thing is I heard myself saying softly "I love you too".
His eyes twinkled and no star can ever beat. He left hold of the umbrella and held me. It is crazy and lovely. I'm feeling so happy that no words can ever explain it fully. We are now dancing in rain. I looked at him and again his smile made me skip a beat, then he whispered "..and it rained that night", repeating the lines of my blog's story.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Thursday, 31 July 2014

A random idea

I was in car, the traffic light stopped me with its red flash smile. But my mind kept wandering. From clothes of beggars, fancy big buildings to big promotional boards, I was looking at everything. (Being architecture student I'm working on my observation skills :P )
   Out of nowhere came an idea. My brain functions this way only, it manufactures weird ideas when they are least required. Unlike other ideas, I don't want it to fade away with time. So I'll share it with you all.
   Beggars and poor people need clothes, right? And big companies look for different ways of promotion. So if the companies provide them with clothes printed with promotional phrases and logos, it would serve both the purposes pretty well.
I guess this might work, I would love to read your views on this production of my weird brain :) so comment what you feel about it ! 

Thursday, 17 July 2014

Adorable Ghonchus !!

You could always spot them together in school, the three adorable, silly girls.
Now it was time for college and also the time for them to walk on a new and different path.
In the trip to explore new world, they were alone yet connected in a unique way.
 Before the final good bye, it was time for the usual ice-cream.
 But this time they had a new company of rain and so it magically turned much fun than usual.

(p.s- its not all fiction ;) )

it's part of 5 sentence fiction on prompt rain

Tuesday, 15 July 2014

P.S- Don't read this, its bakwas !

Last few months I have spent juggling with board exams and entrances. It was horrible, the exam and studies and people asking 'whats your plan now?'! To be honest I hated that question. Being in a phase where you barely have any clue where your life is going, this question makes you feel more drowned. But thankfully its over now.
 And the hardest part to believe is I have already spent one month without any tension, celebrating and doing nothing. The exam marathon felt like a slow motion horror movie and the time after it was over was more like riding those futuristic cars in maximum possible speed.
 So from tomorrow my college is starting,
1st thing- I still can't believe I'll be a college student now, neither I look like one
2nd - I feel I deserved much longer break after entrances
3rd- I don't know what I'm going to wear
4th- I'm asking every random person about their 1st day college experience (please share in comments)
5th- How to make new friends? (I'm really bad at it)
6th- I'm excited, nervous and clueless at the same time
7th- I have no idea why I'm writing this meaning-less blog post
8th-And thanks for wasting your time reading this.

(P.S- I'm not this crazy always (though most of the times I'm)...and don't blame me, I warned you)

Thursday, 10 July 2014

Can I skip school today?

Admiring the cotton like blanket of clouds covering the sky, she kept thinking about the last week. Her life changed in the blink of an eye. It feels like yesterday when she was in the city, happily celebrating her seventh birthday with her parents and friends. But now, as her parents separated, she had to move to the country side with her mother. She misses everything and specially her father. She was raised like a princess, but now is being bullied by her new classmates. Going to school haunts her and she doesn't like the idea of adding on more worries to her mother's life. The little girl sobs and fights everyday, she's too weak to end the 'game of entertainment' (bullying) all by herself.
  When the rain drops start making its way towards earth, with a sigh and weak smile she asks her mother "Can I skip school today?". 

this post is a part of Friday Fictioneers on attached pic prompt.

Life shows me miracle everyday

Her tears wet the pages as she read her mother's journal. 
With each sentence a sweet and sour memory floated infront of her eyes, tickling her and at the same time pinching her heart with pain. 
After the devil disease took away her mother, all she was left with was this journal and so many memories. 
It was hard without her, she never felt this empty. 
And with a sigh she read out the words written at the back "life shows me miracle everyday", waiting for some miracle to happen...

Tuesday, 8 July 2014

Fall for...

I used to think
I fall for those mysterious eyes
But seems like its
The innocent smile
Which melts my heart
Like ice on hand
And tickles my thoughts
Like soft feathers do ! 

Sunday, 6 July 2014

Be Yourself & Let Others too !

BE YOURSELF! Its something we hear most of the people say and almost every thoughts column includes this point. But the point is not how being yourself and not caring about others opinion is ideally the best mantra of life. Rather the question is why on the first hand we started losing ourselves. We are all different and it has never bothered any of us when we were kids. What exactly happened in this complicated process known as "growing up"?

Lets start from the time when school life starts. A child is expected to score high and be genius like Newton & Einstein, excel in sports like famous sports person and be creative in art like Picasso. Similarly for every other field we have an idol and the tagline 'be like him/her'. Now talk about 'being yourself'! If we are good at one thing then rather than following others  footsteps, the point is to do the same in original and different way. Isn't that whats 'being different' is?

As we grow more in age a typical thing enters inside us. We start judging people. And the process of making friends and interacting with others becomes complicated. We go like 'she is so different, I can barely stand her', 'she's weird', 'i have zero tolerance for irritating people', 'she's so loud' and blah blah blah.!

Its not just about 'being yourself'. Its about accepting people as they are. If you have firm belief in the phrase 'be yourself', then have an equal belief in 'accepting people as they are' ! 

Friday, 4 July 2014

Quintet of Radiance Award

 First of all I would like to thank my blogger mates SwathiAathira and Shilpa for nominating me for Quintet of Radiance Award.  :)

The rules:-

1. Display the logo in a post
2. Thank the blogger who nominated you & link back
3. Using the alphabets, describe yourself in a word or phrase
4. Nominate at least a few bloggers

Describing myself :-

A : Architect (better to call it Aspiring Architect)
B :  Better-than-before (i guess so :P :P )
C : Creative
D : Dreamer
E : Extra-ordinary 
F : Fangirl (yes i now add that to my description too) :P
G: Grand (after reading TFIOS, i'm always grand)
H: Hopeful (i never lose hope.. NEVER) 
I : Innovative 
J :Just
K: Kind
L :Lovable
M:Mysterious (as I always say, I'm much more than you can ever see)
N:Noteworthy ;) :P
P :Polite 
Q:Quiet (for all those people who don't know me well: for rest i'm a chatter box :P)
R: Rarely found species (i bet you can't find another person like me) 
S: Sweet (that is what most people say0
Twisted (my thoughts are twisted)
X:Xylem (no i don't transport water in plants...i just had no other word in mind :P :P)
Y:Young & crazy :P :P 

I nominate the following people for this award :-

congratulation !! :)

Saturday, 28 June 2014

A dream trap

Its Palak's b'day today (my best friend) and I'm already late for the party. I was so absorbed in watching Cam's new video, I totally lost track of time. Now I'm really rushing. I see the elevator door is about to close and I don't have time to wait. So I just run and bang! I'm in ! I press the button "6". At first I didn't notice the other person, so I turned to take a look. 
    Oh my god! Am I dreaming. Please pinch me. Is it true?? Cameron Dallas is over here, in my city, and we both are in the same elevator. I'm so thrilled. I know staring is weird, but I can't really help it. My excitement level is shooting up like a rocket. Then I hear myself saying in a strange, quaky voice "Cam?! you are here?? In India !!". I feel out of breath. I instruct myself to be calm. I take a deep breath as his lips curve into a smile. The smile that just makes my heart swell. Then he says "yeah!". 
    "beeeeeeeeppp!! teeeppp"
 What was that sound? Oh god, elevator isn't moving. I'm trapped in an elevator with Cameron Dallas. What else can one ask for. But I can feel it, I'm panicked. I always have this strange fear from elevators. And now which should be an awesome moment, all I'm doing is freaking out. I can sense the same is the case with him.
  Next thing I hear is a machine voice saying "I request you not to panic as were fixing the problem and it won't be long. Sorry for inconvenience" 
  I look at him, he takes a sigh. All these years I have dreamed of meeting him and now when its actually happening I don't know what to say. What is wrong with me?
  I start "You know what, every Wednesday I tried #CallMeCam but never got your call (yes he calls his fans every wednesday) and I have tweeted you tons of times...but they get lost in other billion tweets! I have longed to go to your MAGCON tour, but it was out of my reach..". 
   When I don't know what to say, I start blabbering and I'm doing the same. I'm not here to complain and stuff. Oh no! what am I saying. 
 Then he looked at me, his warm eyes just make me stare at him more. And said "I'm really sorry for that, but don't you think being trapped in elevator with me is better than MAGCON?" with a smirk. I caught myself smiling. Then we talked about so many things. I felt like I already know this person. We discussed his vines and videos, his friends, the trip and how Nash (his friend) dared him to visit a random country & he ended up here. It was so like a dream that I never want to wake up. Then after 10 minutes (which felt like 2 mins) the elevator started working. So I quickly requested for a selfie with him. Then I reached my floor and he hugged me before we parted. I was literally shaking out of excitement. 
    I know I'm really late for Palak's party, but I also know she would understand. She knows how his videos made my laugh in hard times and he's the one who taught me "being weird and different is the best thing" !! 
I'm still thrilled. 
Sometimes being trapped feels like being in new world worth to explore. 

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Friday, 27 June 2014

Miss Fancy Boots

I'm really tired after today's basketball practice. I can feel beads of sweat making me gleam in this bright noon sunlight. The school, homework, next week's exam and inter-school basket ball match: thinking about all this is making me sick and the hot weather is cherry on the top of all this mess. My feet feels heavy to move. I'm staring down at the grayish-black road and hoping to magically reach home soon. Cars are passing by but I continue to look down.
      After some time when I finally lift my gaze, there I see her feet,  with floral print, fancy black boots on. It was the first time I saw some girl sitting on road, waiting for something, or maybe someone. As I was about to see her face, I hear another girl's shout from other end of the road "Anna lets go!!"  And the next thing I see is the fancy boot girl getting up and running towards the sound in full speed. I'm trying to get a glimpse of her face, but all I manage to see is her long, wavy, dark brown hairs covering her face and slightly flying in the wind of her speed.  She appears like a free bird flying with no worries, no stress. I can hear her lively giggles as she runs farther away from my side. I notice that all this time I was smiling & standing still, and I don't remember when exactly I stopped. I saw her disappearing in the roadside apple orchard.
     I started moving again, but this time my mind is busy thinking about her. I adore her, her wavy hairs and those black fancy boots. Strange, I don't even know her.
   Its evening now and I still can't stop thinking about her. Who is she? Will I ever get to see her again? Do I know her?! All my other worries are already crushed by her fancy boots and in my mind I'm replaying the scene again and again. I want to meet her, I don't know why, but I really want to. Its crazy but lovely, I feel queerly attracted to a girl whom I have barely seen. All I know about her is her name is Anna, or at least that is what her friend calls her.
     What is this feeling? I have no idea. But now I want to find "Miss Fancy Boots", the girl whose thoughts make my smile!

(to be continued......)

Wednesday, 25 June 2014

Little Innocent Firefly

  I was another pair of eager eyes in the audience, 'Clarison Isse Martiene' announced the anchor.
 She took longer than others to enter the stage and this only grew my curiosity. Then when my eyes finally found her, I was dazzled. She was a little girl of five and her tiny fingers were wrapped around a glowing sword. From head to toe she wore neon lights and danced like an innocent firefly in darkness of cruel world.

for 5 sentence fiction on dazzles

Rain, Puddles and Dancing me..

         Like every morning, I was jogging in the park. The thick layers of trees and the twisted sand-gravel path gives it forest like look. I could feel the bead of sweat making their way through my curls and my cheeks getting hotter and redder. Then I felt cold water drops on my shoulder. I looked up towards sky, the shapelessly shaped clouds started showering water. I know peacocks dance in rain, so without thinking twice turned I for an extra round in hope to see one. Little did I knew, it wasn't going to end just in smooth drizzle. The heavy rain shower started. I was getting wet. I could hear the peacocks but finding them in this rain wasn't possible. Still it was so much fun that I continued with my jog. Sweat hot me being washed by cold fresh rain. The path was now filled with puddles. The sky started giving thunder calls and then it was raining heavily. I was wet from head to toe. My curls were damp and I had to half shut my eyes to be able to see through. Now the road to home turned into a low depth river. I was already so wet that I didn't care about stepping into puddles. I was jumping and dancing in the empty roads with water puddles scattered like nuts in cookies. Some people in shade might have thought I'm crazy to be in such heavy rain, but they had no idea about the fun. It felt so good that I'm not sure whether I can get enough words to explain that..... 

Sunday, 22 June 2014

Her Tear Victory

Ruhi was always the quiet & calm one, unlike her younger brother Rudra who was like a storm, spontaneous & loud. She has always been the mystery to others, her talents were still not known to most. In her mind she carried a whole new world and heaps of desires.

As Ruhi :

 So it happened again. The annual examination results are out and I got less than my brother. He has got the perfect 10 grade and I'm stuck at 9. I feel sad, so to distract myself I checked my mail, and guess what, my poem got the 1st prize in The T.T Poetry Competition. This made my day and as usual its written on my face. I'm overjoyed. I never told my parents I write poems, they just reside safely in my diary. But today I wanted to reveal this secret habit! How happy they would be, I can imagine their faces lighting up with happiness and the proud expression which is always there for my brother.
   I slowed down as I reached the living room, my mother and Rudra were there. I scanned the room for my father, as it has always been my desire to make him proud. I always call myself 'Daddy's girl'. So there he was, talking on phone with someone, maybe with Sant Uncle. He was his best friend. As I headed towards him, tip toed to break the news suddenly & surprise him. Then I felt my legs freeze. I heard him saying in a disappointed tone "hmm.. it was again a 9, no improvements". These words really stabbed hard. I didn't realize my grades matter much, after all I have different plans for life. I want to go for something creative & that doesn't require grades, I know that. I felt a lump in my throat. I was standing there still and around me everything was normal. No one paid much notice to my presence.
NoooOO not again. I felt the tears filling me eyes and I didn't want to cry. No, not like every time. These tears always shut me down and I can't speak out what I want to. My heart ached in the familiar way. I started taking deep breaths, but the pool of tears started to flow and I felt Mom's gaze shifting towards me. She can easily tell whenever I'm crying. Maybe my red eyes were loud. I tried like usual to hide them with my short straight hairs. In past few months I have disappointed them many times. But I always wish they could read me, know what goes inside me. Not that I didn't tried to explain myself, but everytime I did my tears ruined it all. This time I decided I won't let my voice die. No, not this time.
 I struggled with tears, he was done with phone. I knew my tears would break my voice. And again Rudra would start teasing me 'crying baby' !! This might not be big deal, but it hurt. And this time I had full plan to finally speak up. So after struggling and fighting my tears, I found my voice and I heard myself saying "why my marks matter so much when I want to be an artist?" and I left at that. Yes, just a question. I said nothing more and tears were already wetting my cheeks and my voice lost strength to say more. But it did the job. I found that a guild spread over Dad's face. I didn't want that, but then he understood what I felt. He regretted and I could feel that. I shifted my gaze and stared the floor. As my tears started falling off and the silence in room was like the one just after storm. Yes, I finally did it, my little victory in efforts of bringing my feeling out using my voice. The part that my parents know how much I crave for silence to succeed in drying those tears, helped every time. So I made a little step but couldn't really get the voice to tell them about my secret talent.!
  Maybe one day I could do it well, speak up my thoughts and feeling without the salty evils.

Thursday, 19 June 2014

Curious Explorer

I turned towards that scratched wooden fence, this time it didn't look frail & dusky. 
As those pair of eyes followed me till the end limits, I felt the strength of those fence. 
It is strong enough to obstruct the path of a curious explorer. 
Harsh enough to imprison an innocent heart's desire. 
Looking at it gave me a strange shiver, and I ran away fencing myself from reality.

for 5 sentence fiction on FENCED

Wednesday, 18 June 2014

Liebster Award

  Juhi nominated me for Liebster Award. She has always been my inspiration & I'll say today I'm into blogging just because she inspired me to (she's my blogging guru :P )! Thanks Juhi. Her blog Shiht Zoo is a wonderful store of poems, articles and all (do read them) !
 I'm new to this Blogosphere. I'm still exploring this new world (Bloggers World). There is so much to learn and this blog for me is the place where I share my thoughts and random things and the best part is I have people to hear me ! And this award is a huge encouragement for me.

The Liebster Award Official Rules:
If you have been nominated for The Liebster Award AND YOU CHOOSE TO ACCEPT IT, write a blog post about the Liebster award in which you:

1. Thank the person who nominated you, and post a link to their blog on your blog.

2. Display the award on your blog — by including it in your post and/or displaying it using a “widget” or a “gadget”. (Note that the best way to do this is to save the image to your own computer and then upload it to your blog post.)

3. Answer 11 questions about yourself, which will be provided to you by the person who nominated you.

4. Provide 11 random facts about yourself.

5. Nominate 5 – 11 blogs that you feel deserve the award, who have a less than 1000 followers. (Note that you can always ask the blog owner this since not all blogs display a widget that lets the readers know this information!)

6. Create a new list of questions for the blogger to answer.

7. List these rules in your post (You can copy and paste from here.) Once you have written and published it, you then have to:
8. Inform the people/blogs that you nominated that they have been nominated for the Liebster award and provide a link for them to your post so that they can learn about it (they might not have ever heard of it!

My answers to Juhi's questions:
1. Your secret obsession?
▶ my obsessions change time to time.

2. Your favorite smell?
▶ wet earth in the begging of rainy season 

3. What inspires you to write a post?
▶ I take inspiration from many things, it can be some incident, thought, song, novel, news, fact or some random conversation.

4. What is your therapy for getting through the lows in life?
▶ Trash down the sad feelings and distract yourself with something completely new.

5. Which is the destination that you have always dreamed of visiting?
▶ being an aspiring architect, naming one place isn't really possible for me.

6. Do you think love gives way to reality?
▶ maybe! I feel its relative to situation.

7. What do you love getting as gifts?
▶ pieces of memories 

8. Given a chance to undo a mistake in life, would you do it or leave it as it is?
▶ i would do it, because carrying a guilt all life is not my take.

9. What do you like to blog about the most?
▶ i don't stick to one thing. My mind wanders and so the topics. 

10. What's the craziest thing that you have ever done?
▶ the list is pretty big :P 

11. What is the biggest dream for you right now? 
▶ to live life with silly and fun moments instead of creating a dream world.

11 random facts about me:
  1. My hairs are really curly (hence some people named me maggi/noodles)
  2. I have high megapixel, HD quality imagination power
  3. Didn't knew I could write poems before nov,2013
  4. I like kids 
  5. I love drawing & painting
  6. Obsessed with my own dimples :P
  7. Care about everyone but never like to show that
  8. I collect random & weird stuffs 
  9. I like drawing abstract stuffs on my own self
  10. I fall for novel/movie characters. 
  11. People who don't know me well think i'm a quiet person 

I would like to honor the Liebster award to the following lovely fellow bloggers:

My questions to them would be:
  1. Whats the one thing that can make you happy at any situation?
  2. Name the person who inspires you the most.
  3. If you could be someone else (except your own self), whom would you choose to be?
  4. Your favorite color is?
  5. Your hobbies include?
  6. How you feel just after finishing one blog article?
  7. Whats your take in 'Love & Life" ?
  8. You forgive people easily or one has to plead for long time?
  9. What would you choose: 'sweet','salty', 'bitter' or 'sour' ?
  10. If one thing you could change about yourself, what would that be?
  11. Do you like sarcasm?

Congratulations to all the nominees! Thanks again Juhi !
 Good wishes to all ! 

Its Hard & Always Be

(novels have great influence on me, here's a poem i'm dedicating to Tris (after she's gone) in Tobais's voice, Divergent Triology) 

I was never ready to leave your hand

Lose you in the hazy sand
Part away from those pearly eyes
And live the life after your demise

Last thing you said to me
"I never want to leave"
I know and believe
In those words left with me & my grief

I wish it was all a lie
I could take you back
From the cruel time

Each memory, each touch
I hold like a gem
In hope maybe
I could relive them.

You appeared fragile 
Still strong for sacrifice
I thought I was strong
Now I know, I was wrong.

Along with you, I lost my strength
And now this emptiness 
Resides inside like a swallowing well
I try to coat sadness with a smile
But lonely is what I'm all this while

And now I won't lie
Without you its hard
And always be ! 

Saturday, 14 June 2014

Me: A Mystery Hard To Solve !

I had to write some essays for college application.

Now that is something i don't like. The sole reason being I don't like to be bounded by a topic. I like my thoughts to soar in different direction. Still i made attempts.

So the thing i figured out while doing so it is, I don't know myself that well. I have tried understanding others, and being careful not to hurt anyone. But I totally forgot to do the same for myself. I'm not saying I'm selfless types, yes like a normal human being I'm selfish sometimes. But the fact is, I don't know myself.

I thought I know exactly what I want, how I want the things to happen. But the truth is, I have no clue. I'm just going with the flow and now I get the whole point about why I have started writing. I have never felt that I'm any good at it. It was my attempt to express myself. But now i figured out, this blog is in one way my attempts to figure out 'myself' !! A mystery hard to solve! 

Wednesday, 11 June 2014


Started by Shih Tzu !

Each thursday we both will pin up 3 random question and everyone is welcome to answer them in comments or post in their blogs. 
Here are the questions with my answers!

1. If you could be a day of the week, which one would you be?
 my ans. - Friday, i don't know why but i always like that day !

2. if you could be a color,which one would it be? 
my ans.- being an artist, choosing a colour is very difficult. But then i would prefer being the colour of pure water.

3. when was the time you stopped believing in santa? 
my ans.- i still kind of believe in Santa ! 

p.s - I tag these people to answer ;) 

Wish Of A Fangirl

The day I first saw you, I couldn't turn my eyes away. Little did I knew that you were the charm most girls want today. Then I saw the humble you, sweet enough to melt my heart, different enough to change my view. With no intention I fell for you, but to you I'm another girl in the crowd.  And now I stood here, wishing for the time you'll look at me the same way I do ! 

for 5 sentence fiction on topic WISHES)

Tuesday, 10 June 2014

10 things we do when exam is over !

During exams we postpone every activity and have a big enough list for 'after exams' time. But what we end up doing? Most of the times we hear ourselves saying this :-

1) i have got a lot of things to do..but all i want to do is... nothing" 

2) Lets sleep more...and more....

3) To internet and social networking sites.... "now its boring..but i can't get off it"

4) T.V and movie...with yummy food !! sounds good ? 

5) am i gaining weight?? should i work out? but i can't wake up early..sleep is important... lets forget about it ! :P

6) should i go out? naahh!! weather doesn't pleases me enough.

7) i guess i should call others and ask what they are doing.... (we all are same)

8) so finally i got some plans in my mind to use this time properly

9) wait a min.... break will be over soon

10) why don't i get enough holidays -_- !

Saturday, 7 June 2014

Dose Of Positivity !

This time is weird. My life is at  a point from where i'll start a new journey. No more staying in the old path, but about to make a new start.

 I call it weird not for this turn, but because I have no idea what I'll choose. And also which path will choose me. Its not going to be the smooth and easy journey, I know. But something keeps telling me that I have lot of mysteries to unlock. Something really amazing is waiting for me.

Maybe this makes no sense.  But the point I'm trying to make is, when everything around me is negative, queerly, I'm feeling so hopeful and positive.

Maybe that is why I'm smiling, though I have no reason to.

Life is too short to be anything but happy, because I have faith in myself, I'll do something great no matter how many hurdles life throws at me!

Try this tonic of positiveness and maybe you also forget to take stress. Believe in yourself and maybe then others will do the same. Start loving yourself and you might not know whose inspiration you turn out to be !

Tuesday, 3 June 2014

5 sentence on infinite story, Marriage

I scanned his eyes to capture the emotion.
The twinkle, the joy and the soft smile, melt my heart like the first time.
After an year our lovely marriage, he held our little baby doll.
And laying there I witnessed a new turn in our world !

(for:5 sentence fiction on marriage)

Sunday, 1 June 2014

Random Entrance Gyan

Till now I have appeared for like 20 entrance exams of different types. From engineering, medical, architecture, fashion designing, hotel management, statistics and maybe more. But for me there are just two classification, the one i enjoyed appearing for and the rest i just had to .

And every time the same question
 "how was the test?"

and my answer is according to the ones I enjoyed.

So, in simple words, just appearing for entrance exams tell you whether you'll enjoy the subject or not!
And rest the marks and rank will decide your fate !

Thursday, 29 May 2014

When I'm the One Drowning Myself, How Can I Blame The Water !

In the last article : "Don't Judge Me On Score, About Me There Is So Much More"

I focused on how asking for results on result day and judging them on scores is unfair and depressing from student's point of view. 

Today, a saw another prospective of the same. When I say "DON'T JUDGE ME ON SCORES" , why do i have a fear to be judged on score. Am I losing faith in the second line "ABOUT ME THERE IS SO MUCH MORE"? 

My brain answered, this happens when one is so much lost in living up to others expectations that they overlook their own. 

Is it the fact that I stated living in hope to make others happy, and somewhere, somehow started losing my own happiness? When on one side I'm so rebellious about breaking the common stereotypical norms of career choice and doing something different, why do I care for not being excellent in something I don't really want to do? 

On one side I'm criticizing the benchmark of 90+% , then why really am I so sad for not crossing that benchmark? Why do I care? 

Maybe because living so long in this society where scores are the 'status symbol' my thinking got influenced by their point of view. But the fact is I'm always the different one. My scores aren't bad and any increase in score isn't really going to help me for my own set aim. The day I felt being all-rounder was the best, I failed to realize that, to reach heights one has to rise from one corner, being sphere never really makes you stable or high!

So now, when I am awakened, I should leave every comment and judgement behind and speed up to chase my dream. Because maybe all this time what I was doing was drowning myself in sea of other's expectations and blaming them for expecting! 

Thus, I in some way contradicted my own last article !

Moral -Shift in perspective can show you multiple sides of a one dimensional subject.  

Wednesday, 28 May 2014

Don't Judge Me On Scores, About Me There Is So Much More !

Spicy SaturdayRight now, at this very moment I want to scream out loud
"I'm not here for you to scale me on marks" !

Where has the time gone when a person was appreciated for the things they are good at. Yes I'm referring to the time when being different was considered the best thing. But now, atleast for students its not the same. If in 12th's board you are not scoring in 90's range of percentage then you are not good for anything. On top of this expectation to score, there is the stereotyped theory of science kid going for engineering, and if you have bio then for sure doctor. Commerce equals to C.A and humanities mostly would end up taking english ! 

But NO, this is not how it works. I have taken science with bio and I don't want to be doctor or engineer. So please stop giving me those pity looks for not clearing engineering or medical entrances! I don't want to do that. I have my plan of MY OWN LIFE, and i'm not really looking for your judgement. Thanks for your concern, but no thanks I really don't need that ! If you can't support and understand, don't try to make it harder for me.

For a second, forget my marks. Now let me tell you about myself, I'm a creative girl who loves to draw and sketch and my canvases witness that. I have many blogs with poems, try reading them before reading my report card (that'll give you an idea what i'm going through because of these judgement) , I'm into photography, i take part in debates, and maybe there's much more about me if you shift your zoom out from the figure of marks, you might see.

So, try doing this, for the very first time don't call and ask anyone's marks. If one has scored really good and feel its worth sharing with you, they'll call you. Your over excitement can drown a student in sea of expectation and we'll nobody really taught us how to swim through that. Its a plea! And pass on this phrase :-


Friday, 9 May 2014

Drop Of Water

I'm like a drop of water on flower
That remains on top of soft petal
When others flow down on call of earth
I don't leave my spot at all
Later with time
They see me as diamond bead
Shining uniquely and looking complete
But still I'm pure water inside 
Its just the matter of perspective 
That changed my look from others eye !

Wednesday, 7 May 2014

Painting v/s Photography

 Many times the comparison between 'photography' and 'painting' has puzzled me. 

When one can easily click a photograph then why take so much time to paint one? After all the easy thing is always the better. But then why people paint and draw? I like both but still that doesn't answer my question.

It just strike me that there is a big difference. And I guess I found meaning of both too.

PHOTOGRAPHY is capturing a moment which is provided by nature and is possible to exist. It brings to us all the beautiful things which exist and we fail to notice. It proved the beauty lies around us but we fail to see.

PAINTING is capturing an imagination. Imagination has no boundaries, it can one everywhere. So isn't capturing one such imagination worth the time taken to draw one painting. And painting exhibition is in fact a feast of imaginations presented beautifully through medium of colors and art!

So finally i figured out this ☺ !



When I was a kid, my parents told me "be whatever you want to be". I was always free to make a choice for future and they were there to guide me. That day returning from my entrance exam center school I saw a strange scene. It was strange not because its not commonly scene, but for being something I ignored until that day. A child, probably 8 or 9 years old was  washing utensils in a small food stall and his master selling food to school kids. That child was a child labour and inspite of the laws, this was happening in the capital of our country. How shameful is that. When I was given a choice to be what i wish to, why can't that child have such option? I bet if anybody would have given him choice, he would have never selected being a "child labour".
   Its school where we learn and turn literate. Just outside the gate of  one such school a kid is losing his childhood in drought of hard-work and no drop of education is there for rescue! Daily he watches many students entering the school gates, which for him is just a mysterious place. He would never get into that place and his whole life would be a hardship.
  After returning I saw the vegetable boy. He was a 7 year old boy, called as Chotu by everyone and delivers vegetables on his uncle's order to houses in my area. When asked about school, with a shy smile and a tinge of disappointment he said "i don't go to school". A toffee makes him really happy, but I wish he knew the taste of education which would fill his future with sweetness like toffee.
   Here, I feel helpless as I can't do anything. I don't know whether this piece of writing would do any good. But I know one day along with being "whatever I want to", I'll also try to handover this option to these poor kids who are gripped in ropes of poverty and the need to earn has snatched the right of education from them.

#Vote4Children and lets make a difference.
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