MY 1st

hmm 16th jan. my first post for the new year.
my very first day in 2011 didnt start that well

i was given a group assignment where we had to spend 30 hours in an orphanage or ngo.
on my way there... my jeans tore from a very embarrassing place.. my good luck i had a jacket to wrap around my waist.
i went there and i told sister that my jeans tore so she asked neha ( an underprivileged girl with an amputated leg) to give me something to wear. she had a purple floral over sized salwar kameez which would hopefully fit me and which it eventually did. it was half eaten by rats but thats what people donated. i reached home in the very same salwar kameez. i was supposed to go to meet my relatives with my mom but couldn't because i reachedhome late which was apparently 3 o clock in the afternoon and it takes 2 hours to reach their place. so i planned to go ahead with my sisters who were already out early morning because all of them had gone to rajmachi and malshej ghat and they clicked a lot of pictures( i am jealous).
they had planned to crash at a friends place in vasai. i reached vasai where we were supposed to reunite :P.i carried all my stuff which i would require for the next day as i had to visit it again and they were still on their way to vasai and were an hour away. they told me to wait at a gurudwara which was nearby the station. i dont clearly remember the name but it was above yes bank. now i couldn't wait outside a gurudwara in an unknown area at 9 o clock in the night now could i? i wanted to enter but i did not have a scarf or a dupatta to cover my head. after 15 minutes i realized that the salwar kameez i had worn in the morning was still there with me. i took out the purple dupatta covered my head and off i went. i sat in the darbar. not a single soul over there. i was all alone in the wide darbar and it was  PEACEFUL! i went to self retrospection for another half an hour. i analysed my last year and what i had done wrong and what should i plan to do this year. the feeling was magnetic... i was in a trance... i felt a spiritual vibration.. and later my phones vibration..
 they were waiting for me outside. we drove off but the gurudwara is still fresh in my mind. later that night we partied!. we danced, we ate, we had hukka and we drank! and i dozed off! all o them were partying till late but i couldnt help myself from dozing off. i got up early in the morning as i had to reach the ashram. took a fast train from vasai reached home.. took a shower and rushed to the ashram. and we started our day as usual.

i look back to that day and i know it was quite an adventurous day.. not a perfect start though.... but that experience made me value my life even more. made me crib a little less :P there are so many minor details about life that we overlook but they are the source of our true happiness....
i felt complete and true and pure that day! nothing better to kick start my new year!
i dont know who said this but he/she did! "happiness lies in the details!"
well although belated but happy new year!
next post will be about my birthday which was on 8th jan :P

the most overused word for tomorrow

happy new year!!!
happy new year
thats all we will hear tomorrow
HOPEFULLY:
no one fret
no one will regret
no one will fight
no one will get raped
no one will bomb himself/herself and others
and everyone will have a jolly good time

i have started(on a small scale) to lose my brains...
trust me its very essential to survive..(sorry Darwin.. not in the similar context though...)
i have led this remarkably weird year.
i did not celebrate my birthday because i had my 12th prelims
gave my prelims and boards
got my nose pierced
had and unusual holiday in Bangalore and Chennai and its was a very soul changing vacation
topped in psychology in my college
took bmm in a college that is ranked among the top 5
made a bunch of friends which make me feel swell about myself and them (really grateful to the universe)
started developing my opinions and started taking my own decisions
started liking a guy after a 2 year long sabbatical :D
experienced the power of my thoughts
read books i would never had if my teacher did not inspire me
felt wiser than her age.
knew the importance of time management and sleep
i now know i put people off very easily... i irritate them :P
i felt that i need to stop being so demanding and like a suit clad professional. i should behave like an 18 year old for once in my life.
you can be a nerd and a socialite simultaneously.
you need to fight. never give in or give up.
its okay to let go of somethings. they were never really meant for me.
its ok to be a fanatic but without a sense of humour you cannot survive. you need to be funny and let people tell other people you are funny. thats the only way you can move ahead in life.
i did two bmm festivals which taught me a lot about life.
people dont care.
they give a fuck about you.
i am still confused between mass media and psychology
assignments are making me crazy but i am enjoying them...(do u know by know that i love typing weird?)
i know there are going to be many disappointing days....but betaji! zindagi na milegi dobara :D





PS: i am so CONFUSED :D

EVERY LIFE MATTERS...

after having a wonderful start in the morning i was headed towards college to meet my buddies... as my best friend aanchal was leaving for pune.. we met n had a nice chat.. we all gave her farewell gifts..then we met our college professor n then we went to bucks n had our last pepsi with aanchal.. then it was time to go n we 3 girls aanchal,rutu n me went to the mithibai bus stop. on our way we saw sum people gathering and soon we came to know what everything was all about. a very young around 3 to 4 year old beggar was hit by a car n was bleeding heavily from one thigh. the sight was aweful. then and there aanchal n rutu decided that we will not let these people go unitl n unless he is treated in a hospital. that little mute boy(as i dont know his name) was accompanied by his brother i guess n they were playing when suddenly the car hit that young fellow. the old lady who was the owner of that car n the driver named raju came out to see what happened.soon there was a mob.all this while i was feeling why should i care? these people are here right? lets move it... but suddenly i saw aanchal picking up that beggar n making him sit on the sidewalk n sitting beside him n fleeing flies from the wound... i was taken aback. the hypocrite evangelist of humanity had suffered a shock. i felt so small. smaller than the universe. aanchal asked me to give my water bottle. which i reluctantly gave. i still wasnt out of that fact that my friend was so compassionate. it was like my hypocrisy suffered a blow n died.now i was ready to go with that to the hospital with him. me and rutu we told aanchal to go home as she had lot of work to complete n we went in that old ladys car to cooper hospital. it took some time though. the driver was making that poor boy walk, i was so angry. i told him please pick him up he is in a lot of pain right now. and so he did. and that old lady was in denial. blaming all her way that the driver is so reckless. she wanted to take a ricksha n go home. we stayed there n the boy was taken in for x-ray. luckily there was no fracture. we could hear those unbearable cries from inside. it was too much for us. we could not hear it. he came out half asleep and half tired by crying. he was taken to the bone specialist n he bandaged that little mute boy n we thought finally everythings allright but it wasnt. a police officer came n someone had told him the whole case n there was already a police case in the makin while the driver was being questioned we had to go to the x-ray lab again for x-rays of his head and stomach. this time i took him in my hands not ashamed at all n very prud. we took him inside n i was trying to distract him or make him sleep still by telling him see my hands do u like my red nailpaint. i cudnt think of anything else. he was looking at my hands i suppose he was think wat a mad woman i am n what have i got to do her bloody red nailpaint? i dont give a shit :D den i took him in my arms again n i was happy beyond words becaz he leaned on me showing me dat he trusted me we came out n i let him sit on the bench n offered him water n asked him who he was wat was his name but he dint budge n so did i... soon all the matter was at boiling point. rutu gave the old aunty the idea that we will go n search for his mother n contact her or her driver she was okay with it n we went to college again to the same spot. we asked every beggar we could went near the slums n asked all sorts of wierd people one ragpicker told us she dint know who he was but cud we give some money for tea. we went ahead n i asked to young beggars if they knew who he was n voila they did. they told me that jus a few seconds ago his brother was taking his mother somewhere i assumed they wer goin to the hospital so i told them to inform her if she dint know n i went back to rutu n we contacted the driver n the driver said that yes his mother had arrived n they were together. our happiness knew no bounds!!! after hour long ordeal it was finally the eureka moment we had waited for. i just hugged rutu n there was an unexplainable joy within us. n i told her i am taking a ricksha no way can i take the bus n she told that yeah dude am takin a rick too. so i stepped into royalty n moved ahead n i saw a small boy giving me a reassuring smile from inside the red i 10 car so i took it as a sign of universe that the little mute boy was smiling and i thought of silly stuff that their reunion would be like a cheesy bollywood movie and soon other things like rising oil prices n meter fares n movies n aanchals departure took its toll on my head n that little mute boy started to fade in my memories.. so no matter how big or small every life matters :

khaled hosseini

why dude why!!!! dont be such a stud yaar.

i read thousand splendid suns long back but i never read the kite runner.

i saw the movie and i got emotional but i never cried.. never.

i got the book. i started reading it with overconfidence. people told me that its a very emotional book you WILL cry!. i said damn you idiots... i saw the movie i know everything. i wont cry.

from the page no. 91 till 94....
I CRIED.

damn you. why do u have to write so well.
u have done something that very few people are capable of doing... at least to me. u are among the 5 people who can make me cry...
feel proud about it.

I LOVE YOU.

THE BLUE LASHES AND ME

Well... i dont really have blue eyelashes although i wish i did.... but my signature style is blue liner that i always apply(or pretend to).one thing is for sure... i always have something blue with me every time. no prizes for guessing that my favourite colour is blue!call it obsession or a peculiarity but c'mon! dont you have something that you like to keep with yourself too... a lucky coin or a rock or a pen that your grandfather gifted you and you consider it as good luck... well i am glad i am particular about something in life. i dont know what to say about myself so that u get a clear idea.as a matter of fact i need to know myself too to post something like that... and when that day comes(hopefully) guess what! I WILL POST IT!!!
happy birthday blog....