LOVE... LIFE... FEELINGS

Wednesday 27 June 2012

All we need is some Love




Love as they say is hard to find. And rightly so. Yes. It is. It is hard to find. There’s so much evil and sadness in the world. So much pain. So much sorrow. So much bad things happening around us. So much pointless drama. So much of selfishness. But the world is still a beautiful place to live in.
Why?

Because of love.

‘True love is hard to find.’ ‘I have never been in love.’ ‘When will I find my soul-mate.’ ‘No one is ever complete without their partner.’
Love isn’t a fairytale. It isn’t a Cindrella story with a happy ending. It isn’t guy-meets-girl-they-fall-in-love-bad-guy-jumps-in-guys-rescues-girl-happily-ever-after. Love is painful and complicated and messy and stupid and strong and beautiful.

Love isn’t just between two lovers. Love is so much more than that. So much more pure and wonderful and painful, all at the same time.
It’s love when you wake up in the middle of the night just to put blanket over your brother. It’s love when you buy a surprise gift for your mom on mother’s day. It’s love when the other person gets hurt and you are worried to death. It’s love when you pray for someone else’s well-being before you. It’s love when you fight with your siblings because they called you names. It’s love when all you need to smile is a smile on your loved one’s face. It’s love when you sacrifice sleep for your child. It’s love when you cry when the other person is crying. It’s love when you shout at your best friend because she did something stupid. It’s love when you fight over silly things. It’s love when you ignore the bad parts and concentrate on good ones. It’s love when even the ugliest side of your lover doesn’t deter you. It’s love when you are willing to die for the other. It’s love when a father slogs day and night in his office just so he can buy his child a long wanted bicycle. It’s love when you stop on your way home just to buy her the flowers she love. it’s love when you see two people together and you think of that special person. It’s love when all you want is for the other person to be happy, even if you’re not. It’s love when you keep on caring for someone even if they’ve stopped caring for you.
Love gives us the strength to get up from the bed every morning even when everything is wrong in our life. Love drives us to be that person whom everyone wants to be with. Love gives inspiration to people. Love gives meaning to our lives. To live, we must love.
Love isn’t a big, grenade and guns word. It’s a feeling, it’s a commitment. It’s a promise that you will never step back. It’s a vow that no matter what happens you will always be there. No matter how messy the situation, no matter how high the stakes.

I have never been in love. But. I know what it feels to be loved and to love. I love my brother and my mother and my aunts and uncles and cousins and my best friend and friends. Why should I let myself think that I am incomplete just because I didn't find 'true love'? What does true love mean really? Do we know for sure? Why should I let all these people’s love for me be rendered useless? I have all the love, all the people in the world I need.

 Why does ‘being in love’ matter so much? Why do we let all those people who have ALWAYS been there for us, get away just because there’s another person in our lives? Why do we put all our loved ones on the second number in our priority list? A friend who has been with you 20 years and a lover you’ve been with for a year. Parents who have brought you up, sacrificed their every dream for yours, spent almost all of their lives on YOU.

How is it justified that the lover is more important now? HOW?

Don’t sacrifice your love but don’t forget your family either. You know in your heart when you are right. Don’t ignore that voice which tells you that you are doing wrong to your family. Love your beloved and love your family too. Human heart has so much capacity for love. Instead of showering all your love on one person, let your heart grow. Make place for other people. Let all your loved ones know that all of them are special.

Love is knocking on your doorstep every second of your lives. Find it. Yes, it is hard. It is complicated. But it’s beautiful and wonderful too. It surprises you. It overwhelms you sometimes. Embrace it. Welcome it. Love people. Let people love you.


Wednesday 6 June 2012

Blah Blah Blah


Some people talk SO much. They keep on blabbering about how 'padhos ki chintu ki mummy ne kal chintu ke papa se kya kaha, aur phir adhos ki mintu ki mummy kitni chudail aurat hai aur kitna bak bak bak karti hain'. See the irony?



People love to talk. About themselves. About their problems. About their pinky who is doing SOOOOO well at her sasuraal. About 'petrol ke badhte daam'. About their non-existent love lives, which people pretend that it does exist, and with 'burning passion'. (What does that even mean??) *Flabbergasted face*
About padhos ki "chammak challo jo mere 'in pe' line maarti ha"'. Seriously? Are jab khud hi apne pati pe line tu nahi maarti toh padhos ki chammak challo ko kya interest hoga meri maa. People just go on yabbering about anything and everything.

*So Pooja Pandey FINALLY fulfilled her promise.*

Okay back on the topic. What exactly was the topic again?? Anyways chodo.

Hayyeeee reeeee Garrrrmmiiiiiiiii.

I remember a movie in which there was a woman singing 'sensational lyrics' in a dance contest. And the sensational lyrics were...   *DRUM ROLLS*

"It's HOT. I am on fire."

*No I am not kidding.*  *Serious Face*

So did you ever wonder why the name of West Bengal (which is not in the west), has been changed to Paschim Banga (which is still not in the west)??

NO?

Don't even think\write\blog\joke about it. Your blog might end up being banned by 'kanoon ke rakshak', and you won't even know what the hell happened.

I finally watched the movie 'The Descendants'. Complete bore. *Blank Face*
The title doesn't make much sense, the acting wasn't that good, the story line was complete bleh, plus I just couldn't digest the fact that a guy can forgive SO easily her cheating wife and her stupid ugly lover. If any one of you saw the movie and liked it, then don't you dare tell me. Otherwise I'll have to kill you.

BTW, I heard Avengers was awesome. Le shall watch it soon.

I don't understand the hype 'Satyamev Jayate' has got. Talk shows like these have been shown on television, held in various places before. I am not degrading what the show is about. It's a great show. Very informative. But just because it's Amir Khan and not some random unknown person hostng the show, it's getting a lot of attention. People, hosta and channels who have been doing these kind of shows before should be given credit too.

*Kehte hain hain khuda ne is jahan me sabhi ke liye, kisi na kisi ko hain banaya har kisi ke liye*  *Dreamy face*

Ahem Ahem!! Don't look at me like that. I LOVE this song. Plus the weather's all romantic with the 'thandi hawayyyyyyeeee' and the 'tip tip barsa paani. paani ne aag lagayyiiiiii'.

Ooooh I am hungry. Koi kuch lekar aaaoooo mere liyeeee.. marr gayii reeee main.

P.S.: I know. I also felt ki mera dimag kharab ho gaya hain. I have taken my daily dose of medicines. but they don't seem to work so well. Doctorrr. Tu toh gaya.
P.P.S.: I am getting bored. Suggest me some good songs. PLIZZZ??
P.P.P.S: I know this post didn't make any sense whatsoever. But it had been long since I wrote and I NEED to write.
P.P.P.P.S.: To quote CD, "Please bear with me"
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P.P.P.P.P.S: Dogs are sooooo cute.

Tuesday 22 May 2012

Felicitated!!


I have been Awarded!!!!
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!
Main chali main chali dekho pyaar ki gali, mujhe roke na koi main chali main chali!!!!!

CD from Pagal Hain Kya?!?  *oooooh! Chahe koi mujhe pagal kahe! Kehne do ji kehta rahe!* Awarded me with the Versatile Blogger Award!! 






 *Grinning-from-ear-to-ear*. :D

So I am accepting this award. *Who wouldn’t? Vanity is fair.* Thank the youuuuuusss my lovely, pagal CD, though I am approx. two months and four (now five) posts old and definitely do not deserve it because let’s face it, other people Are GOOD.

So now with the rules:-
- Create a new post.
- Thank the lovely (pagal, in this case) person who nominated you for the award.
- Pass it on to your fellow deserving bloggers.
- State 7 randomn facts about you.


I am sharing this award with
*DRUM-ROLLS*


Poloumi from Girl Next Door is a cute fashionista and a great writer. She writes about so many different topics under the sun. I first thought about having my own blog after reading her. She made me laugh, she made me cry, she made me think, she inspired me. Head over there, RIGHT NOW. Like she always says, she is AWESOME.

PeeVee from Confessions of Chocolate Obssessed is my second inspiration. She writes so effortlessly that you fall in love with her words, her sensitivity. Her posts are engrossing, funny, cute and inspirational for me to become as good as a writer as her.

Kalpak from Noises of my Empty Vessel is best known for his Toilet-Humor and his love of Scarlett Johansenn’s breasts *I kid you not*. If you still don’t know what I am talking about read it here. Now this guy has been missing from the blog world since 3 months. I suspect another alien abduction but I can be fairly over-imaginative. So Mr.Poophead, if you are alive, please come back or the world may start slut-walks and protests for your return.

Now for the 7 randomn facts:

1.   I have done 12 years of my schooling in approximately 10 different states. My class 8th was completed in three different states. The first three months in West Bengal, next three in Punjab and the last in U.P. The woes of having a father with a transerable job!! Damn you government.


2.   I am afraid of the dark. I feel all sorts of ghosts, spirits and demons will grab me.


3.  I often create scenarios and stories in my mind which I want should happen in my life someday. *Call me delusional. I DON’T CARE.*


4.  I am incapable of saying sorry. I can write it, can’t say it. Even if I know I am wrong.


5. I always ask my Mum what to wear before going out. And almost always I never wear the one which she chooses. It’s just the ritual of asking that I like. It irritates Mum so much so that now she replies, “NOTHING. Just go naked, and see the jalwa.”
          *FACEPALM*
     
       6.I am the example of ‘ladkiyo ke pet me koi baat nahi pachti*. If something happens I have to tell, discuss and over-analyze it with my brother or my best-friend.


       7. Whenever I climb stairs, my first and last step has to be with the right leg. 


So now I am going to answer the seven mysterious questions that CD asked. WHAT?! No one said I couldn’t do both.


Main chahe ye karu, main chahe wo karu, meri marzi!! MERI MARZI!!

Q:1) Have you stopped getting those mental attacks you used to get earlier?
1        No. I still have them. But the frequency has reduced considerably since you recommended those medicines which helped stopping yours. :p
2
2   Q:2) My name is "I" and Your name is "You". Tell me who is mad?
 I        I am absolutely, unconditionally and irrevocably mad. So whether it’s YOU whose name is I or  I whose name is YOU, we know who is the mad one, don’t we? ;)

3    Q:3) What means kya?
         Kya means what. (‘.’ )  ( ‘.’) (‘.’) WHAT? Your question didn’t make sense too.

4   Q:4) If you had 'Alladin's lamp' , what would you ask for me?
            I would ask for every happiness to be granted to you.

5   Q:5) Tell me the name of the persons who shake their hands on Nokia instruments?
            I’d tell you, but then I’d have to kill you. What would become of that poor hubby of yours then?? Let’s spare him the misery and keep it a secret.

6   Q: 6) When is your birthday?
   Will you get a gift for me if I told you?

7    Q:7) I am hungry! What will you cook for me? I am a vegetarian.
           Maggi ‘not-2-min-noodles’. It’s either this or my onion-floating-yellow-daal and tedhi-medhi chappati.


          This finally concludes my task. I hope I did good.


     P.S.: So I did not become an Aamir Khan.
     P.P.S.: Read all of the people I mentioned here and then COME BACK here and tell me whether I was right or not.
     P.P.P.S.: You can either answer the questions or do the random facts or both.
     P.P.P.P.S.: The rest of you are welcome to felicitate me with any other award. :p

Friday 11 May 2012

Picture Perfect Experiment

 

 


Shekhar and Ritwika sat together on that bench quietly. This bench was the hallmark of their friendship. So many memories, so many moments. This was their special place, sacred to both of them, their property. They came here when they wanted to talk, they came here when they wanted to fight. They weaved their dreams, shared their secrets, talked about their future, made-up after fights, laughed together here. This bench, this place had witnessed so many precious moments of their lives, and was perhaps about to be a witness to the most important one yet. The one where either their paths would be one from thither, or they would part forever, their paths never to cross again.

I was so stupid, cried Shekhar. Ritwika sat calmly but for the maelstorm of emotions that her heart contained.

I made a fool of myself in a spectacular fashion. I am an idiot”, he lamented.

Ritwika’s heart consented with his words, but her lips denied the same.

Ofcourse not, everybody makes mistakes. You are not the only one who got fooled”.

Yes, I know. But I should have seen it coming. I let myself be trapped”.

Ritwika kept quiet. She wanted to soothe his heart but also she could not deny the truth. He HAD made a fool of himself. He HAD been stupid and gullible. There was no denying that.

Say something”, he implored, looking towards her beautiful face. Ritwika could not avoid him anymore. She looked into his eyes- his beautiful green eyes which had been haunting her for the past four years- and skipped a heartbeat, surprised at how he could still instill in her the emotions she had thought were long gone now.

They kept gazing into each other’s eyes, searching for those unanswered questions, for so many answers, searching for those two persons who lost themselves in the cobwebs of life. Ritwika smiled. That smile, bearer of so many memories, so many moments, so many mysteries. Shekhar’s involuntary smile in response to hers brought him to an epiphany.

I love you”, he said, “I love you hamesha and forever wala”.

Ritwika smiled with tears in her eyes, pulled him close and whispered,”What took you so long?

NOTE: This post was an experiment by our very own, popular, witty, funny- Spaceman Spiff. I started to think of this story when I read her post. I did not have a blog at that time and so I pushed the story out of my mind. Now that I do have a blog, here I am with my story on that picture.


P.S: This is my first attempt at fiction. Please be kind. :)
P.P.S: You are welcome to comment, criticize, suggest and advise.
P.P.P.S: Aren't all the love stories in the world unique in their own way? Share with me your own love story. :)

Monday 7 May 2012

The Month that Was: April




April. It was a month of disasters, realizations, blunders, sadness, boredom and a helluva lot more feelings for me. 
I learned that you should never ever plan anything in your life. Dewaaro ke kaan hote hain. Someone somewhere gets to know you are trying to do something good and then they screw it up for you. I learned that you should always be on alert, on the lookout, for that screw-up time of your life, because it does come. who are we kidding? Human life is not meant for happiness. I learned that you should always have a back-up plan, because when plan A fails,there should be a plan-B. Otherwise, you cry like a two year old child, whose toy got broken and didn't have a spare one. I learned that no matter how hard you try, some people just choose to see you as a 'glass-half-empty' case. I learned that nothing ever happens the way you want it to. n whose 'want' it happens, i don't know, but certainly it does not happen on my 'want'. I learned that you should not hold on to people who do not want to hold onto you. I learned it, but I certainly cannot seem to follow it. I learned that when you fall from your high horse, your butt hurts like hell. I learned that life is not a camera or an ice-cream ( seriously?!) or a ride or a journey or all of that stupid stuff. Life is terrifying and unpredictable and funny and cruel and sometimes sweet. I learned who my true friend really is. I learned how much I love my Mom. I decided to quit studying for M.B.B.S after 3 years of preparations, which got me a railroading from my family. I learned that I have no frigging idea what I want to do in my life. I do not see myself as anything in the future. I learned that I have not learned anything yet, and I have so much more learning to do. I learned that it is possible to do nothing and yet get tired. I learned that planning and spontaneity are both stupid. Most people have no idea what they are doing too. I learned that I am no different and I have the same dreams, fears, insecurities, strengths, weaknesses as a thousand other humans have. But I also learned that I am unique in my own special way.


 I fell, I got up. I screwed up, I leaned a lot. I cried my heart out, I laughed. I fought, I made-up. I refused to accept, I learned again. I loved, I hated. I felt despair, I felt hope. My world got good, and everything shattered again. I slept like a dog, I ate like a pig. I fought everyone, I despised myself. I created a lot of shit, I hurt a lot of people. I lied, I sneaked, I rebelled, I yelled. I cried, I shouted, I laughed, I screamed. I loved, I got loved. I despaired, I hoped. I danced, and I fell flat on my face. I had fun, and the next moment I felt the world ending. I remained in denial, I learned the truths the hard way. I lived my life, I tried to survive.

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P.S: Please ignore the typos.
P.P.S: Show me some lovvvvveeee people.

Thursday 12 April 2012

32 RANDOM FACTS ABOUT ME

Saali main toh blogger ban gayin. Blogger ban ke kaisi tan gayi.

Oh! You guys are here! Ahem Ahem!

Hello my fellow bloggers, and my lovely faithful followers. Yes, you THREE. The rest of you are going to die if you don't follow me soon. How be youuuu?

So, since this hasn't been done in a very long time, and most of the people out there are bored of writing a thousand facts about themselves, I thought why not do this? I'm new, this is my blog, and therefore I am entitled to write interesting boring stuffs about myself. So here goes.

            1.    I am a sucker for love stories.

                     Proof: I watch Hindi T.V serials. Yes, I am crazy. No, I am not                                an middle aged housewife.

            2.    Creeping, crawling creatures scare me.

            3.    I wait for the other person to text me first. ALWAYS. Even if my brain goes, “Text ALREADY!!”

            4.    I was once ostracized by the girls of my class *YES! ALL of them.* and they didn’t talk to me for over a month. My crime was that I didn’t do what the ‘leading lady’ asked me to, rolled my eyes at her and then refused to say sorry. I was 10.

            5.    I can’t sleep unless the doors and almirah are closed.

            6.    I am afraid of heights. I’d rather eat dirt than stand on the edge of anything high.

            7.    I find it hard to say NO. Especially to the people I care about.

            8.    Bad hair days make me cranky.

9.      I love surprises. Who doesn’t? so, if you want to surprise me by increasing the number of my followers from two to a hundred overnight, I don’t mind.
10.I am a clutz. I have the unique ability of tripping on flat surfaces and bumping into the corners of hairdressers, bed-sides, drawers, tables etc.

11.I hate winters with the fury of a mad Spartan. All  that bundling up under numerous layers of clothing. Aargh!

12.I love water kingdoms.

13.I survive on songs. I go to sleep with songs. Songs help me live.

14.Eating is one of the reasons I live. Someone somewhere created us with taste buds and a sensitive palate for a reason. If you don’t enjoy eating food, WHAT are you doing?

15.I don’t like my weaknesses exposed. If I’m hurt and sad, I lash out at people, I get angry.

16.Money doesn’t normally like to stay in my hands. If I’ve got ’em, I HAVE to spend ’em.

17.I am extremely lazy.

Proof: I’d rather stay hungry, than get up and make something for myself.

18.I am jealous and possessive. Try to take my best friend away and, You. Are. Dead.

19.There are two kinds of people. One who keep chasing after the storm after everything is over. Second, who realize the futility of the action and stop. I’m the former kind.

20.I hate it when people make wrong assumptions about you and then they don’t even have the guts to speak it to your face. I hate it when people change. I hate it when I am the only one who cares. At least if they came face to face you could break their nose.

21.I can survive without food for days, provided you give me a box of novels and my favorite movies.


22.I have this stupid habit of speaking too much when I feel guilty. I go on yapping about the most insignificant of things until I feel they have no reason to suspect me.

23.I love my mom and brother. Without them, I wouldn’t be what I am, where I am.

24.Best friends make life a better place. You can be in the worst of moods, and talking to him/her can cheer you up, make you believe in a better world.

25.A bad situation always seems worse on the day it happened. After a night’s sleep, perspective changes.

26.I don’t understand that doing something is a mistake until I fall flat on my face.

27.I never look into the mirror when wake up at night to get water.
( ’.’)
(’.’ )
(‘.’)
Oh! You are looking at me. Your own face staring at you with an evil smile is scary, okay.

28.I hate cleaning up. Mess doesn’t bother me at all.

29.I get really hungry when I’m PMS’ing.

30.I make mistakes, and create a helluva more shit trying to clear up the mess.

31. I spend hours creating my own hairstyles in the washroom. my mom often wonders about the existence of of a secret boyfriend.

32. DAMON SALVATORE. Enough said.

P.S.: My heartiest thanks to my awesome followers.

P.P.S.: CD rocks. GO READ HER PEOPLE.

P.P.P.S: I like the idea of 32 points. Somehow it sounds odd, and very me.




Wednesday 4 April 2012

THE START OF SOMETHING NEW

"All glory comes from daring to begin."
~Eugene F. Ware~



Beginnings... Beginnings are associated with so much anticipations, expectations, the jitters, the butterflies. The first day at school, college, a new job. There are a lot of  pre-conceived notions in our mind about the start of something new. the start of a new relationship, a new friendship, or in my case the start of a new blog. So many expectations to live up to. The need of being appreciated, wanted. to make that 'first impression'. Though I've experienced that first impression is definitely NOT the last impression. People, opinions and situations change all the time.

I had so many thoughts and ideas about my first blog. "I dont have the bathroom humor like Kalpak, no anonymity and mysteriousness of Red, I am not the cute fashionista like Polo, neither have I the randomness of PeeVee, nor the wit and popularity of Spiff." I thought to myself. The only thing to my credit is I have the madness of CD.

So many questions, so many ideas. Should I be philosophical and serious? Or witty and funny? Or maybe sarcastic and cynical? So many personalities, so many ways I could project myself out. But then I thought. What the heck? Stop thinking and start writing. Let that pen flow and the mind do its work. "What's the worst that could happen?," I asked myself.
*Dear mind,
 That was a rhetorical question. I didn't actually want you to trace out all the possibilities. But thanks anyways.*

I would be laughed at? Happened before.
Criticised? So what?! Practice makes ... * well not perfect. but whatever it is that practice makes I'll tell you when i know myself.*
no one would read it? Maybe not.

So here I am, with a first post, neither witty nor funny, but a first post nevertheless.

P.S.: WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!  MY FIRST POST. It happened. It's FINALLY happened.
It's poing to be LEGEN- don't wait for it coz you know what the next word's going to be-DARY. LEGENDARY!!
P.P.S.: See? I am so clever. I tagged all the celebrities of the blog world so that they have to come and read AND comment too. Just out of politeness.
P.P.P.S.: If you don't follow me, I'll KILL you.
Please Please Please, leave me a comment. (^_^)
P.P.P.P.S.: This is a P.P.P.P.S. just to tell you that I have so many P.P.P.P.S.'s.
*Dont thank me. I'm awesome that way. ( '.')
P.P.P.P.P.S.: Okay this is the last one. Promise. * Puppy Dog Face *
If you keep visiting I might just tell you how to be awesome like me.
P.P.P.P.P.P.S.: WHAT are you looking at ?  Did I say I was Harishchandra? Now SHOO!! Go away!! Don't you have anything else to do than read all these post-scripts.



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