I return back to Pune in 2 days and won’t be seeing the face of Bombay for another 4 months or more. Now I am highly jubilant about going back to my routine life but somewhere I feel slight despair in my heart. I shall miss a lot about Bombay.
Friday, December 30, 2011
I return back to Pune in 2 days and won’t be seeing the face of Bombay for another 4 months or more. Now I am highly jubilant about going back to my routine life but somewhere I feel slight despair in my heart. I shall miss a lot about Bombay.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
It was an open end of something beautiful. Something they both were never going to forget. Something that had just began.
Monday, December 26, 2011
For no particular and meaningful reason my blog went through some major makeover today. The only good enough reason for it would be that I was in real need of change and some more light as oppose to earlier! I am this phase person and when the channel changes so does the mood, no?
So for me today my "baby" grew up , it doesn't matter if it turned out to be a sweet apple or a rotten rag it just did!
*tuned into* i want you , i need you , i love you - elvis presley.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
My parents complete 22 years of marriage today(and almost 30 years of knowing each other). As I get out of my bed and look at my dad working on his computer and Mum rather unusually still in bed at this hour, I walk to my balcony with my book and begin to read. When a thought crosses my mind. More like images. I begin to remember their relationship from what I remember. My dad’s erratic mood swings, my mum’s constant nagging. My dad’s insouciant attitude, my mum’s irresolute behavior. My dad’s inexpressive face, my mum’s loving eyes. And I can’t keep reading anymore. I look out and wonder what made them fall in love and stay in love for over 30 years. My parents have a rather cute story. A story that has so much to tell. A story that is so filmy you wont believe it even happened in real.
I am amazed at how much they have gone through to be with each other. I am in awe of them right now even though there have been moments when I couldn’t stop cribbing about how horribly different they are.
So to my parents and their FRIENDSHIP!
Happy Anniversary Ma and Pa!
Love and more love!
p.s with respect to the picture , didn't i mention my parents have a story you wont believe..:)
*tuned into* A Thousand Years.
Saturday, December 10, 2011
She sat on the edge. The very edge. On an ordinary day that would be a scary feeling. But today she didn’t seem to even realize that, a slight shift and she could be falling down from her 2nd floor balcony landing straight on her cranky neighbor’s old Maruti Zen. It was ten past five in the morning when she looked at the clock. It had been nearly 5 hours she since saw the clock last. What had she been doing all this while? She couldn’t recall. Was she really going to take this decision, she thought. Now it was too late to change it anyway. It was all too confusing for her. She wasn’t really sure about anyone anymore. She wasn’t sure about herself to start with. In a few more hours her dad would be up for his morning walk. Seeing her out of bed at this time of the hour would invite unnecessary attention. “I should go back to bed”, she thought aloud. Her ears almost hurt, now that the long silence had been broken. She heard her brother shifting in his bed. She couldn’t see. It was dark still. She didn’t care about lighting up the room. It wouldn’t make a difference. She hit the bed and lay there for a long time.
The year had been eventful. No! Saying that wouldn’t do justice. It had been extravagant. So much had come and gone. Not that life had ever been boring earlier really, it had always been a mess and fun and some more mess. But this year was going down in the books. It had to. Or wait, this year wasn’t a chapter; it was like those little complimentary books along with the main book, always more colorful and interesting but small and quick. This thought made her smile. She thought about the year in a quick fashion. Images!
20 days away from new years and she knew it was time to shut the book and never open it again. The time to keep this little piece away was here. It was time to go back to the purpose, go back to THE book.
Something was happening now. She lay straight, she turned left, and she turned right. Something was wrong. She wouldn’t dare open her eyes. Was she imagining it or was it real? She shut her eyes tight. She felt like a 2 year old. She wanted to run to her mom. Something was going to strangle her, she had to get up. It was going to hurt her. Now!
Wait it was too late. She was squeezed under it already. She lay there. What was this burden laying so comfortably over her? It wasn’t painful; it was just making it difficult for her to breathe. She wanted to get up. But strength and will both were insufficient. This was unnatural but surprisingly she was getting used to the predicament faster than she thought.
After what seemed like ages she thought she felt like she was ready to sleep under all this. At least tonight. At least for the next 20 days. Being uncomfortable and sleepless would have to last for some more time. She was going to let it hurt till a few more days. And then with the New Year she is going back to her story. She had sidetracked but she won’t do it again, she was sure. But for now the discomfort was too sweet. She had almost got friendly with it within minutes.
She turned around, pulled the sheets over her, yawned and wished that tonight disturbing dreams would not haunt her. Tomorrow morning would start the last chapter of this Year.
P.s So much for a first attempt!
*tuned into- almost lover
Thursday, December 8, 2011
“Um Atiyyat al-Ansariyyah said: A woman who used to perform circumcision in Medina.
The Prophet said to her: Do not cut too severely as that is better for a woman and more desirable for a husband."
Those who advocate Female Genital Mutilation from an Islamic perspective commonly quote the above Hadith to argue that it is required as part of the Sunnah or Tradition of the Prophet.
Although it is not prescribed in the Qur'an. The Qur’an states that god apparently created the clitoris for the sole purpose of generating pleasure. It has no other purpose. There is no instruction in the Qur’an or in any of the writings of the Prophet Mohammed which require that the clitoris be surgically modified. Thus god must approve of its presence. And so, it should not be removed or reduced in size or function. The Qur’an promotes the concept of a husband and wife giving each other pleasure during sexual intercourse.Behind circumcision lies the belief that, by removing parts of girl’s genitals organs, sexual desire is minimized. This permits a female who has reached the dangerous age of puberty and adolescence to protect her virginity and therefore her honor, with greater ease.
The girls are made of go through this at the age of 9-13 by their own mothers and aunts especially during their summer holidays as the wound requires a month or so to heal (as described by a 22 year old who recalls her painful days that made it impossible for her to urinate without tears in her eyes for the next month after the circumcision)
After all these years of talks about women empowerment and liberalization, these kind of barbaric acts of abuse and tolerance infuriate me. 90% of the women from the community are being circumcised. Not only under unhygienic conditions but also without any use of anesthesia.
The pain and discomfort the girls go through at such a tender age is beyond imagination . Sitting on my extremely comfortable bed with tea in one hand and newspaper in the other complaining about a minor headache makes me feel extremely ashamed of myself. Makes me wish i could take a significant step in eradicating such inhuman traditions under the name of religion carried out in various countries behind shut doors.
P.s working with Aseema i see little girls coming from really disturbed and poor families who are so eager to learn and educate themselves. It makes me extremely proud to be able to teach them something new and see how happy it makes them to KNOW!
P.p.s check Page 2 Hindustan Times dated 9th December 2011 for more.
Little Lulu, Little Lulu, with freckles on her chin
Always in then now the trouble, the mostly how is in!
Using next neck time for the tale of your kind
Using Mom's lipstick for the letters you write!
Little Lulu, Little Lulu, there's know one like the smart
Cause a matter what you doing? You do it make your heart!
Shining girls are dancing where's the smile in your ride?
Well can be the forward do your neck's surprise
What a surprise!
Oh, the Mom is said I'm 30, is really after 10
Look's like Lulus and repairing in the game!
No, we why? (Why?)
It knows it trueloo
And you very hard to take Little Lulu
We love you
Just the same-the-same!
Little Lulu, we love you
Loo... just... the... same!
So on my one hour long journey to Vashi for my Spanish Class, as I sat in the AC bus reading Steve Job’s Biography (which I find really interesting By the way), I looked out of the large glass windows to see a truck emitting huge amount of Carbon Monoxide which made me wonder how long do we really have in this world, considering the mess we are creating.
However what diverted my attention was the color of the truck and how it was decorated to look like some royal carriage. But no! This post isn’t about my routine, Global warming, the beauty of the ordinary truck or any of that. This is about my childhood fascination of looking at the back of a truck and reading aloud 3 simple words – HORN OK PLEASE!
At the Age of 12 I got really sick of the grammatically wrong phrase and no correct answer by any grown up as to why it is used throughout the country when it is well…so WRONG!
I wanted to find out the greater purpose for using it, and I searched everywhere till I found the answer!
So did you know- the term bears its roots in the Second World War where the trucks were run on kerosene engines. Kerosene, being highly unstable in nature, would cause the trucks to explode at the slightest accident. Hence a warning would be painted on the back saying "horn Please, On Kerosene". Gradually this became a norm and is still seen on most trucks even today.
Fascinating, isn't it? Did you ever wonder why it is used? or simply believed that is was not so wrong after repeatedly reading it for all these years? We never pay attention to minute and insignificant details in things, do we? but the realization and knowledge about the same is almost always delightful.
P.s: I can now speak almost-fluent-Spanish. However my tenses are really messed up there too. which does not make me even half as sad as compared to how much it makes me happy to know a whole new language and go about blabbering it.
*tuned into* You and I Both- jason mraz.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Yeah so my title is pretty basic this time. I didn't for the first time even for a single moment while writing this post have a thought in my mind that i have to be awesome. Or i have to make sense. Or i have to sound brilliant. The reason being that this post is about my 3 days at Asia Plateau , Panchagani.
So this happened way back in september. My college which i regard both awesome and annoying at the very same moment has a tradition. Every year the first year batch goes to asia plateau in the very first semester to spend 4 days of detoxication. Where from nicotine to mobile phone , from late nights to non veg and pratically everything a “SIMCian” considers essential is prohibitted.
Asia plateu is a training and conference centre that runs character development sessions throughout the year and like many other various organisations conducts pretty much the same drill inorder to help you find your inner peace. So no it was not the training or the sessions that made this trip so special. Now i wont say that the programme was absolutely futile and made no sense to me. It taught me to believe my belief and stick to that belief that every person has a past and the experiences from that very past make him/ her what they are. In personal group sessions people discussed their issues and experiences that made almost each and everyone present there cry. So the programme definitely created some impact on each one’s life.
However coming to the real reason for this trip to be so important and meaningful for me was the Time and Ambience that it provided me.Since the last 3 years i have been living a hectic and monotonous life. I had little time to sing, to smile, to look at the stars and smell the air. This was the perfect opportunity to do all of that. I sang , i walked , i looked everywhere, i saw the stars , i smelt the air and in what seems years i spent the longest hour of my life with myself alone surrounded by wind and trees and flowers. Despite having over 250 people around me i spent the quietest time in years.
On my return i still had issues to deal with and people to answer, i still had no time to rest and lots of things to do , i did not do everything or maybe nothing that i planned when i was there. But the experience lives within me now and forever. The smell of the air and the clear stary night still makes me feel at peace whenever i think about it. And for that i am grateful.
P.S: The experience was an essential part of my life and had to find a place on my blog. The trip was followed by the best two months of my life.
P.P.S : that is the cutest snap from Panchangi. I was as usual extremely sick during my four days there. Thus the horrible hair and the face and the general me. However like always i make pratik look adorable.
*tuned into* like a rolling stone - Bob dylan.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
After so many years of believing that Women are the ones who always compromise , Band Baja Baraat changed my belief.(oh yes I watched the film for the first time today after more than a year of its release)
Now i know that 99% of the people did believe that this film is a Rom-Com and that he loved her and thus didn’t let her go and get married to someone else and she loved him back and thus chose him over the other “corrrrrect” guy. But that’s considering that 99% of our public our emotional fools.
No, seriously the entire second part of the film screams out and tells us that this is more of a “How-To-Save-A-Failing-Business” film rather than a romantic comedy. And the end is about how and why men are better at business than women (who are so fucking stupid and emotional) but of course people don’t understand that.
So now you know the real purpose of the film.
Note: I am pretty jobless. and this is the outcome of being jobless. But in my defense at least i am writing..
P.s: I Love the film. I love the colors. I love the songs. I love the larger theme and the “Moral” of the story too.
P.p.s: Ranvir Singh is so fucking hot and imperfect (oh I have a thing for imperfect guys)! *eyelashes*
Monday, November 21, 2011
Yeah it’s been a while. Or is it wrong to say “a while”. It’s been a long long long time. For someone like me who thought writing was therapeutic and couldn't do without it I have been off the blogosphere for more than 2 months now.
And no I was not exactly whiling away my time. I was experiencing the most astonishing 6 months of my life. ‘A year and life is unbelievable different’ is what my status update read a few days back on facebook. But exactly a year back life ran pretty parallel to now. A lot of similar things were happening only I wasn’t as dumbstruck by it then as I am now.
My decision to shift to Pune has probably been my life's both worst and best decisions at the same time. And I love how I can never figure out which one of it, it really is. Life is absolutely messy right now; it is surprising me a little too much. I feel almost trippy which obviously makes me feel great.
So my first term at SIMC has come to an end and I am back home for my internship and have plenty of time to think. The last one month back in Pune was ultra awesome and now I am having a hard time being back home and coming to terms with the fact that I have to be here and do this for the next one month or more.
I have experienced so much in the last 6 months. They have been truly amazing. Made some great friends. Strengthened some old friendships. Lost a few people. Got a few back. Learnt more history. Found out more about literature. Watched more movies. Read more books. Got tones of nicotine into my blood and gave up on it eventually. Missed a lot of lectures. Met with a really scary accident. Hurt myself pretty bad. Regretted a lot. Loved a lot. And had a lot of fun really.
So now that I am back I hope to post my experiences from the last 6 months on my blog one by one.
Wish me luck.
P.S: Cold Play is going to be in Dubai next month and I can’t see any ray of hope of me being there at that time. *sob sob*
P.P.S: Pune is my second favorite city right now.
*tuned into* Paradise- Coldplay
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
So agreed a huge part of me is a chick flick person, my most favorite films are the romantic ones. i love , love stories. even the one's as dumb as i hate love stories.
of course i am a full time romantic always looking around for love.
but relationships , well they FREAK me out.
why? because i believe in love!
and relationship's never much match up to those standards. which is where my love and in love theory comes into being.
so the theory states "you may love lots of people in your lifetime , but you fall "in" love with just one"
yeah it is. i have learnt this after being in more than 5 full time relationships(it is quite like i a job) and many more complicated one's which i never even wanted to start!
no i am definitely not bragging, i wish i had one really really really meaningful one instead. (or maybe not , considering how much each relationship has taught me)
"something meaningful existed in all of these relationship's, so what was missing?"
is the thought from where this entire post came into existence!
after a lot of thought i came to no conclusion or no definite answer, but yeah i did get a rough idea, the issue was not about what was lagging, it was about how i never really fell in love.
people come to us. they become important , we think we can't live without them , we imagine ourselves with them and after sometime they are no more that important. we no more need them. someone else takes their place. and life moves on.
we miss them , smile when we think about them,maybe a tear or two, feel jealous of the person who is with them now, but we never want to go back to it (atleast i have never wanted to go back to anyone of them)
vaishnavi always tells me how i am being a bitch and cant decide on that one person , but its not what i cant do , its what i don't want to do.
i don't want to bet i am going to spend the rest of my life with anyone i am with right now. because i am not in love with anyone.
no one makes me feel on top of the world irrespective of what they do for me, no one makes the wind blow and no one rings bells (though a lot of butterflies have made a permanent place in my stomach and start to fly frantically at the sight of a lot many guys) , no one makes me wish for them when i pray, no one kisses me to make my leg toss up , no one knows without me telling and etc etc.
maybe the issue is that i take love stories too seriously,but i believe that i will find a person(or more than one) who will make me feel like that.
not that i regret being with anyone i have , but i have definitely understood that now or not even in the near future is love going to come knocking my door. i am not prepared for it , and i cant imagine losing it!
P.S but what i do look forward to is a good long vacation, which i doubt is going to be possible in the next three years of SIMC. however we are going to panchagani for a week from college , sounds interesting huh?! Not really..
Sunday, August 28, 2011
When the nights are darker than usual and lonier that ever, there are some people who stay awake just for you. You have the most random discussions; share the most intimate moments and the cutest confessions at this hour. The night brings out the best in people.
This post is for all my late night heroes!
Dushyanth- first love!
Of course you’re my first late night buddy. Remember we waited for you to be in Bombay so we could activate the night calling scheme to talk all night? It was our favorite music in the background and long discussions that made nights the most awesome time for me!
You are the reason I am an owl. The habit of staying awake and talking till dawn started because of you and continued and will continue forever I guess.You are awesome at keeping me entertained and you’re possibly one of the few people I never ever get bored with.
I can have the most random serious discussions with you. Sex, relationships, society, social issues, guys! All of that can happen only with you.
You stay awake for me when no one else does. Absolutely boring me to death and educating me about the different late night munchies but being there in my most lonely times telling me it will be good. You make me comfortable like no one else can.
Pratik-fucked up! (in the not-so-bad-way)
We have never had many late night “discussions” (until recently of course), they are more of fights. But it’s the end that makes those times special. The end where everything is okay. Where you stay by my side. Where you tell me its okay.
If I am depressed in the night and I have no one there, I have not spoken to you in ages, I will still call you because well, you’re my fellow owl. Probably the only one awake that late in the night. And I know you will listen, not only because you don’t have a choice but also because you are always there when I need you.
Harsh-unquestionable love! ( from his side , because he is awesome! )
I know I am more of the ditcher with you. But this is my post. So no bad things about me. The point is I know you will be there. And you are there. And I love you. And I am going to marry you someday because you are awesome! (Embarrassed?)
You’re my roommate so you have no option but to sit and here. Its so adorable when I am upset and you look at me and you know and you come sit on my bed in the most annoying way and ask me “kya hua? “ and the first thing I do (the most predictable one) I start crying and you hug me and we sit talking there for hours. Ahhh… what would I do if I didn’t have you?
Maaannn you’re just there. You’re awesome. You don’t judge me. You tell me I am being a bitch when I am being a bitch and tell me I am right when I am right. You’re probably the most honest friend and one of the most important people to me.
The amount I have spoken to you at night is like I never ever have. The things, the smiles, the moments, the feelings we have shared together are THE most memorable and special one’s ever!
And etc. etc.
There have been so many who have come and gone. Nights have brought some of the most memorable memories with them for me.
Writing this makes me realize how many of you’ll I have right now.* Touch wood *. And how I would never want to lose any one of you’ll. Just be as awesome as now. Tolerate me like you always have. And this love will continue. Always!
p.s: the names are not in line of preference but are arranged in a way my heart travels! (philosophical eh? )
p.s: the names are not in line of preference but are arranged in a way my heart travels! (philosophical eh? )
Monday, August 22, 2011
I still hold a plate in my hand when I eat Choco bar like I did when I was 4!
I still run like a duck and trip and fall and twist my ankle a gazillion times when I walk.
I still hate eating bananas
I still have Maggie and khichadi with ketchup
I still cry whenever I can
I still have severe shoe bites when I wear any footwear the first time.
I still think Raj, Rahul, Dev, Etc are real.
I still love watching movies - first day first show.
My dad’s stomach is still the best place to lie down on.
My mom is still the first person to come to my mind when I want something.
I am still as protective (or much more) about my brother like I was when he was 2.
I still love the first guy who gave me butterflies in my stomach (and he still does)
I still stalk my first boy friend
I still don’t know how to cut my nails.
I still apply Vicks on my leg when they hurt.
My mum is still the only person who can actually put me off to sleep.
My grandmother’s are still the strongest women I have known.
Jhama is still the only place that makes “good” mithai according to me.
Chembur is still the place that has all the possible things I want.
Marine drive is still the place that has all the answers.
Rains are still the most beautiful time of the year.
I still wish to leave the house only after my mum kisses me on my forehead.
My dad is still the luckiest person to be with.
There are so many things about me that have been with me since childhood. I have grown up. I have changed. I know much more than what I did. I have too many sides to me. I have opinions. I fight, I argue and I DON’T listen. But I am still the 5 year old Diu who couldn’t do a thing without her mum, I am the same girl who loved holding her brother’s hand throughout the day and I am the same inquisitive, imaginative little girl who’s day need on her dad’s stomach.
Its funny how everything in my life kept changing and I still always remained the same dreamy , stubborn , curious , over dramatic divya!
P.s: Thank you Ma, Pa and Patu for being more than a family. Thank you for being my bestest friends. Thank you for my childhood. Thank you for the Habits that make me who I am! Today when I am away from you’ll it just makes me realize that wherever I go, whatever I am, you complete me!
Sunday, August 14, 2011
For the last Six Months apart from blogging, I have been working on various stories. After writing over 25 disjointed scenes and conceptualizing around 4 stories I am suffering since the past one and a half month from something known as the "Writer's Block".
My stories are incomplete, my blog is inactive and I am almost suicidal.I absolutely blame this on my new "extraordinary" lifestyle of course.Give me my ideas back dammit!
P.s: I can’t believe I could write even this much! I shall probably treat myself to an ice cream. *temporarily cheerful*
P.p.s: my blog is so colorful!
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
I can wash clothes
I can forget to eat food
I say fuck more than a million times in a day
I love and I don’t give up when I love
There is something known as the "hostel" language
I miss travelling in the local trains of Bombay the most among all the numerous things I miss.
I can flirt
I love singing
I have a good enough aesthetic sense
History is still my favorite subject
My body clock does work and I can get up without anyone waking me on time (only I don’t get up -get up really)
I officially prefer guys to girls when it comes to hanging out
I can control myself from biting my nails.
I love painting my nails
I am the jealous types
I think guys look ultra cute in pink
I love bike rides
Hostel life is a bitch only when it comes to the in timings. Other than that life’s a real experience here
I don’t miss home so much (guilty)
Everyone is having Sex!
p.s i love living alone and i hate being answerable more than ever now. i miss so many things about Bombay but life's so much more awesome when you're all by yourself. you learn to be honest to yourself.
p.p.s: there is a minor initiative i have taken of wearing a fight against women abuse badge for the next one year at all time. i hope to make as many people ashamed of what they are doing as possible. it really feels so good even at such a small level.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
I was not tensed, angry or even worried after I heard the news on 13th. I just felt tired, helpless, cheated and hopeless. I knew I should to get up, call my parents and find out if they are okay, find out if everyone was safe. But the helpless soul within me didn’t want to get up. I just wanted to sit there and pretend like it’s not happening.
After all the “reshuffling” , the “promises” and “political drama” thrown at us, I did not expect BLASTS!
How many of us felt helpless that night? How many of us thought that after 26/11 Mumbai is not going to face this again? How many of us walked around without being scared about any more terrorist attacks around the city after those promises? Well, I for sure did!
So when I decided to come to Bombay for the weekend and asked others if they wanted to join me everyone said that their parents are too scared and don’t want them to come back! I have been feeling sort of sad these days for obvious reasons but the feeling I got when I heard this was the saddest I have felt in a while.
I however did land here for the weekend and it smells still as awesome as it did two weeks back. Only that there is a huge amount of despair. Like the city is exhausted and extremely vulnerable. A city like Mumbai that has been fighting for years deserves a well deserved break. But is anyone listening to this cry of the city. Till when is this city going to suffer under political rigmarole and poor bureaucracy.
Also is it right to blame only the politicians for all this? Its so much more huge! Who can be possibly be blamed? In a country of millions , who is to be blamed?
There are questions, lots of them, but is there anyone to give an honest reply? Sensible solutions rather. I have no answers like millions of others who are merely faces. Its frustrating when i realize a powerful and important city like Mumbai is such a soft target for anyone who wishes to make a meaningless point!
But all I can do now is pray for those who have lost their family and friends. And pray again and hope again that this does not happen again.
P.s : MUMBAI you’re awesome!
Sunday, July 10, 2011
“One week and not so bad”
My status update on facebook is not really all I feel about Being here. There is so much more. I am satisfied and extremely proud of myself about making it till here. I am relaxed in my present environment(apart from the irregularities in the water and the occassionally inedible food) as well as stressed out about the next 3 years.
But yeah I am here now and its been suprisingly welcoming! And for a change I am following a timetable(atleast for now)
p.s: I am laptopless and my room mate is ultra sweet to lend me and let me use her laptop even more than she does.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
I leave for Pune day after and it’s been so long that the excitement has finally settled down and now there is so much desperation to be there that its boring me a little too much.
This maybe my last post from 7 , Sion Mansion and for a long time I may be off my blog considering that I get my Mac only 2 weeks after going there and with the given conditions of my Acer I prefer leaving it home.
So hasta luego Blogosphere!
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Friday, June 24, 2011
After a few years it meant Hogwarts , Harry's Home where he belonged.
And now it means the Amazingly hot , perfectly humorous and unbelievably clever Richard Castle.
Its strange how my favorite three stories have this one thing in common.
Monday, June 20, 2011
As I got up today morning to a new and lazy day I realized, due to the whole pre Pune preparations I have been bookless for more than a week now. And I need to get a new book to read. But since I had done no reading in quite some time now I decided to grab the newspaper. Though reading is my thing I don’t seem to get my hand on the newspaper very often.I prefer reading the E newspaper of just surfing for any random thing and learn than witness the poor journalism scenario of our country the first thing every morning.
However since I had absolutely no option I started reading the newspaper. And for the first time in days I read something that got me really excited. So I am sharing it here. I really hope a lot of people read this because I doubt a lot of people have since it’s an article from the Mid Day and who on earth still reads it as oppose to HT and TOI or worse DNA?
Anyway the point is do go and check the link and see how awesome some people are and how some of us know how exactly to live our life in the best way possible.
Now that’s some inspiration, isn't it?
I wish I am doing something that awesome in sometime. And hopefully sometime soon.
p.s: the picture is from her blog http://nickolaistravelogue.wordpress.com/ where she writes about her travels and its some read really.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
I totally don’t believe that I need a day in the entire year to make my mother, father, brother or myself feel special. This is why I don’t even believe in celebrating birthdays with all the enthusiasm that others do. I don’t think that you need a particular day in the year to celebrate anything when it can be done everyday.
I just love to think that each day is special. however since my brother did get a card for my dad this year and we treated him to his favorite food and I for a change decided to argue somewhat less with him on this particular day it was a Father's day for Him(and me)!
So Happy daddy's day Papa!
My blog grew a year old this Friday. Since I couldn’t come online and blog because I am busy with all the shopping and confusion, I just treated myself to a chocolate ice cream.
So good posts or not. Regular posts or not. Writing is something I love since forever. I love it and it’s very close to my heart ever since I started writing my personal dairy at the age of 6. Though the habit of writing a personal dairy regularly did not really last for more than 3 months it left the passion for writing within me for life. And my blog just helps me love the feeling I get when I write more.
So to my blog and its successful existence on the blogosphere and to the beautiful experience of writing, Cheers!
Monday, June 13, 2011
P.s: On a more serious thought maybe I am just going to make my own 30 day challenge (or less, depending till when this phase lasts in my life) and post songs on my blog!
You ask me what my first love is and the answer comes more naturally to me than my name. Rains. Yes rains are my first love. Ever since I was a child the first rains meant happiness to me.
A lot has changed around me and within me. My thought process and feelings have gone through tons of stages and changes. But the feeling I get when I smell the earth after the first rain, well that remains the same! I still feel like love fills me up when I hear the rain, smell the rain, feel the rain. Oh Yes rains make me go crazy!
Standing by the sea side dripping wet and life was never better!
Monsoons I wait for you every year with the same enthusiasm I did the year before (if not more)
I am so glad you are here. You brink so much hope, love and peace along.
How I have missed you, how I love you and how I wish you stayed with me forever.
Welcome back darling.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Last year when the SET results came out and I didn’t clear even to go to the Second round, I was more than hurt. I was Heart Broken. This was the dumbest I had felt in life.
Almost a year after this as I Sat next to my mum and brother on the back seat of the car I couldn’t help but be nervous. All I could think about was the next day. Have I carried absolutely everything? Am I prepared? Other than replying to Pratik’s texts I was doing nothing significant. Panic has always been my issue. I am too pessimistic even for my own taste. So there is always an aura of negativity which results in the panic.
The moment I crossed the milestone that said 31 Km Pune the funny feeling in the stomach just aggravated. However the climate just settled the whole thing down. Ohh I can’t explain how awesome it felt to be away from the Hot, Extremely Hot climate in Mumbai.
Getting into a perfect room which I was going to be sharing with my brother who I had a deal with that clearly stated I was not supposed to be questioned , disturbed or even spoken to in the entire course of night , all my nerves , panic and tension was flushed down the shower! It was time to get perfect sleep.
And the instant I hit the bed I was lead into a series of dreams. A dream about how I never woke up on time. A dream where the interviewers yelled at me saying “we don’t take drop outs.” A dream where I was not the Divya More they were looking for. So on and so forth. Just kept getting worse. However, when I woke up the next day I felt perfect, fresh and like I had the best sleep of my life!
The Interview happened. The Group Discussion happened and I was back in Bombay feeling just numb. I was blank and clueless. I did not have an answer to the question “how was it” that people kept asking me for the next one week. Because I did not know. It was too good to be true and I am too pessimistic even for my own taste (oh, haven’t I already said that before?)
12 days after this when I saw my name on the merit list my happiness and excitement knew no limit. It was something I had hoped for, for the last two years and I finally smelt Victory.
So why I did not get in last year is a hell of a mystery for me. Maybe it is because then I would have never dropped out and realized my real passion.
Or maybe because then I would have never gone to NMIMS and met and been friends with the sweetest people I am friends with right now.
I would never have Nandini to make me feel good all the time, never have Rohan who would get up at 4 in the morning for me, leave me home at odd times of the night and just be the ass that he is, I wouldn’t have Harsh who would let me cry and yap for hours without interrupting and mainly I wouldn’t have Jai to be there, hold my hand, tell me to stay calm and more than that fight with me. I would never have any of them to love me (and I love which goes without saying)
Or maybe because if I did go I would have never got so close to Pratik and have the friend I have now!
So thank you Life for turning out this way. I only believe in Maktub more than ever now!
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Why I have been away from the blogosphere for so long? Well it’s because I was busy dreaming, giving my interview, being nervous and praying to no one in particular.
Now though I have been whining on my blog about how I hate BBA I haven’t mentioned my “decision” of dropping out. Ummm yes... I have finally and definitely dropped out..!! Eeeeeeeeeeeee……. (Excitement knows no boundary.)
Also not only have I dropped out but I have been selected at Symbiosis, for media studies in the first list and have stood 12th on the merit list. Now that’s a start I say. (Yes I am going to boast about it for years to come)
So I am going. Starting a whole new life. With whole new set of ideas, goals and people. I am excited, nervous, happy and I am looking forward to something “Baap”.
So here’s to SIMC, lots of Movies, good reads and a lot of a lot to come in the next 3 years.
Cheeeersss… (Literally as I sit consuming my last from my Budweiser pint which tastes yuck really. *frowns*)