this blog is about what i think and feel...the absurdities and the not so common-sense...it all comes directly from the heart
home is a place i never wanted to leave in the first place, i love my home........i love to curl up in my bed as papa reads the morning paper and mumma is busy preparing breakfast, i love to have morning tea with my parents discussing great stuff all the time, i love to water my beautiful garden, i love to sit alone on the rocking chair and listen to songs for hours, i love ghar ka khana, i love to have dinner at the table with mumma pampering me all the time, i love to attend the daily puja......
i think we all are children at heart no matter how old we become, we just try to hide behind masks.......acting to be matured and potraying thinks which the society wants us to be and do...........
anyways meet u people after some time :))
--i am a perfectionist when it comes to arranging my room, i set things in the way i like and even one change catches my attention and i can go to any levels trying to figure out who messed my things.
--i want to help everyone i see who is in need and i know it is not possible, my friends find it difficult to hold me back from going into full time social service
----i love to read my morning paper crisp and taaza, if someone reads it before me i never read it, so i used to purchase my personal copy which my roomy made it a point to read it everyday before me and tarnish the freshness of the paper, this irritated me so much that i stopped taking the paper
--i cannot sit with a person who i know has bad-mouthed me or who has worked against me, my face being my worst enemy just reveals everything without me having to do much
--i feel confused when i am with people i know bitch about each other behind the other persons back, but when they are together they behave as though they are the best of friends..........where the hell do they get those masks from, in which market???
-- i suffer from extreme mood swing disorder, it ranges from..........smiling at everyone, acknowledging only friends, staying completely mum, totally lost.........there are many other phases which i am unable to identify
--i cant tolerate peolpe who keep bragging about themselves, i just want to shout out aloud, "just shut up, i know you are lying", and it really makes me sick in the stomach to keep faking that plastic smile
--i hate big parties or those family get-togethers where all the aunties smear themselves in tons of make-up, desperately trying to look young and keep repeating the same dialogue, "aare kitni badi ho gayi hai, bachpan me to....", and all the uncles dressed in those suits and ties who just discuss business and more business as if nothing else exists in this world worth talking about
--i hate my doc. when he gives me one of those looks.........u know i know it all, and now i am going to give you some more bad news...........he makes me feel more sick each time i visit him.
--i feel lost in a crowd, stupid but true, i just loose my way and the moment i reach i start figuring out the best workable excuse to get out of there
--i cant wear unironed, dirty clothes and cant share my clothes with anyone else other than my di, nor do i borrow from others..........despite whatever others might think, just cant help it
now this list can go on and on.........
my guru always says that being successful is not only about knowing your strengths and working with them, rather its about knowing your weakness and trying to improve on it because thats what pulls down a person.
i think i understand him, but being who i am its really difficult, though i am working on it........i think i need to be sent to jupiter for some corrections if thats where the problem is, or probably back in the past if they can accept people like me in any era.............warna aagar koi raasta nahi nikla to bus :"jina hi zindagi hai jeete hi jaa rahain hain"..............aap logon ko parashan karne ke liye hume afsoos hai, its a major technical snag-------
--today played the finals of the volleyball match and won......felt just great to play after a long time and that too when i played pretty well.........i am actually obsessed with the game and whenever have time play it in my mind, just feels great to do it in real life.
--last week played badminton after years and that too in a tournament without any prior practice..........and then what happened was muscle giraftar, couldnt move an inch without pain.........waise kind of maaza aaya, u know playing after such a long time and that too with a close buddy.
--had gone for a treat thrown by my fin. friend sodhi........it was cake cake everywhere and we had to eat it all...........really relished it...........dost logon if u r getting a cake on my b'day make sure its a big, chocolate one, i'd rather prefer the same one.
--tried to study for 3 internal tests i had today, failed miserably trying to do so, though had got up early and tried to do some reading but afsoos dimag ki batti bandh ho gayi hai, once again had to take the help of outsourcing, i have totally given up..........ab tabhi parenge jab dimag jug jaayega. and
moreover with the registrar breathing down my throat about less attendance and not letting me sit for the exam its really difficult to concentrate.
--am desperately trying to upload some photographs but the net speed has lately become pathetic, but i am still not giving up.