Today was 31st March . A day when when thousands of accountants rush to file IT returns for their clients. I happened to accompany my father for the same for the first time. It shook me when I realised the amount of money our government hoards every year in the name of taxes. (One website said, the governement had collected roughly 3 trillions worth of taxes as on Mar17 2009. And in case you are wondering, 3 trillion is 3,00,000 crore!!!) Millions of us pay back our hard earned money to the governemnt with the hope that we will eventually benefit out of it. The country will benefit out of it. We will be able to lead better lives, organised lives, developed lives. Not only us, but others will also get the benefit of the development the government hopefully will bring about with this collected money. In the middle of hundreds of people trying to file returns before the deadline, I felt lost. I felt amazed. 'Imagine the amount of money' was the only thought running my mind. Tons and tons of money!

Dad and I somehow managed to get the work done by 6.

I was now really late for my class. As usual. So in the hurry to reach the institue as soon as possible, the money thoughts simply slipped from my mind.

I soon got lost in the world of sign language, where speech was left behind and the magic of hands and expressions was woven to make a beautiful language. Soon we came to discuss the situation of deaf people in India. Our professor expalined to us, how for around 40 lakh deaf people in India, there were hardly 100 interpreters. We felt bad on hearing this, but frankly, we were neither surprised nor shocked. He explained how it gets extremely difficult to for a deaf person to undertake even a simple activity like travelling by rail or by a bus. To buy the tickets they have to write down destiantions as there is absolutely no awareness about sign language. But were the inconvenience limited to only this, one would even overlook it. But when they have to hear humiliating and hurtful statements like 'goonga hai kya? bol nahi sakta kya?', the situation almost becomes unbearable. He went on to explain that in countries like UK, USA and New Zealand, the govenrnment has made arrangements for disabled people, almost everywhere. At every railway station, there is a seperate counter for deaf people, where they can converse in sign language and buy tickets.They dont have to face any humiliation at their situation. Infact, they are shown respect and courage. In UK, there are around 2 lakh deaf people, and the number of sign language interpreters to helpthem is about 3000. Buses, public toilets, roads, railway stations.....everything and everyplace is equipped in a way to help each and every kind of citizen.

Wow! If those countires can do so many things for their disabled, Why is it difficult for India to even provide them with decent quality of education? 

The situation stumped me. The experience of the day stumped me. At one point, i see unimaginable amount of money being paid back to the government, with the hope that every citizen of the country benefit from it. And the very next hour, I see how hopeless the situation is for one section of the society. And this section is just a fraction of the entire population. And their problems represent only a fraction of the problems faced by others throughout the country.

It astounded me to realise how lakhs of people go hungry for days, without even a dry bread to eat when there is so much money being paid to the government for people's welfare. It is truly amazing!!

 

Will Smith does it again. The way he makes every character real and believable is truly unbelievable!

 

Seven Pounds is a story of how Tim Thomas gives himself up in order to repent for what was a unfortunate mistake in the past. Seven people die because of him. So he gives, or rather donates, his life to seven other people who need and deserve it. Truly touching and infact, a not-so-believable tale that would make anyone's heart cry out!

 

Long after the movie, i kept wondering- A person can have a kind heart. Many people do. And those very people also do make mistakes like anyone else. But do these kind hearts feel such immense guilt for such long time? Maybe they do. Maybe mine would also feel guilt for a long time (Well, not hinting at the kindness of my heart, but still...). If the repercussions of the mistake are unforgivable, maybe the guilt would hold on forever. And maybe one would take steps to make whatever amends possible. BUT, can any heart be so kind and so guilt ridden to give away one's entire self??? In parts?? And thus ultimately one's existence!?? I dont know whether my heart is such. And havent come across any as well. If such a heart exists, I would REALLY like to know the person living it. I dont know what I would do meeting a person like that. I dont know whether I would be in awe of that person. But i surely would be fascinated. And thankful to the kingdom of hearts for giving out such selfless ones on this truly amazing planet!

 

You've got to watch the movie to understand why I blabber so much about a kind heart. The movie taught me one lesson at least. I dont need to wait for a horrendous mistake on my part to become good to people around. Or to be good to myself! I just need to start right away!

She was at her usual time-pass place. One of her many favourites. She could sit there and read, listen to music, think, or do just nothing. And no one would come to bother her. For sometime atleast.

 

So this time too she went there, with no intentions of spending half her day there, but ended up doing just that. When she was happily busy, doing nothing and thinking about no thing in particular.. ouch...a red ant bit her! The adjacent tiled wall had a series of them to offer. Hundreds of military disciplined ants were seemingly on a walk down the wall. Fascinated, the girl kept looking at them. Amazing how they can go on and on without any apparent stoppage or obstacle. The girl had read somewhere that if you rub off the path that these ants take, they tend to run helter skelter, not knowing where to go. So the jobless girl set her mind to do just that. She rubbed a portion of the strictly followed path with a finger. But leh..this wouldnt have any magical effect on the behaviour of ants! Hmm..so a little rub of hand cannot deter the dedicated ants. So what. Let's try using water to rub off the smell that makes up the ants' path. and Lo..the ants do run helter skelter now!

The touch-and-go of ants continued elsewhere. But every ant took a u-turn at this wiped-off point. It was as if half of them were separated from the other half of the lot. A pit in between, with no bridge to go across! She assumed that now ants on both sides of the pit would live amongst themselves, not bothering to go across. After all, who would want to really take all the pains. Proving her wrong, a few teeny-meeny ones tried to re-make the path, but maybe lacked the determination or the motivation required. So the ants too were like her, wouldnt really bother too much if the work takes a little more than the usual effort. Dismissing them at this disappointment, she was about to leave her favourite place and get back to studies when she spotted one ant really desperate to go across. Why was this red ant so mad was not quite clear. Maybe he had someone dying on the other side of the pit. He tried to remake the path, but took a u-turn, like others. But unlike others, he didn't give up. He kept on, fighting with the other ants who were giving up, urging them to help him, trying to find new ways. After a long tedious five minutes (long because 5 minutes does seem like a long time in such situations involving almost microscopic insects..maybe!) he was finally able to go across. Wow! the girl was stunned. So the ants really were as hardworking as in those grandmother tales! But she was still intrigued and mystified by the reason the ant showed so much determination. Soon the motivation came to light. The hardworking he-ant went across and met another ant on the other side. And no, it wasnt the touch-and-go meets of the ant. They both lingered together for a longer time. The girl could hear whispered oohs and aahs from the rest of the ant audience. Oh, Love really conquered all!

 

Soon the entire military gang restarted their walking down the wall business. Doing only the ants know what!

 

Wow! There is so much to learn from ants! There are all different kinds of ants, like we have different kinds of people. The girl could spot most of the varieties- the leader ant who goes on to remake whatever dear and destroyed, no matter what obstacle; the joival ant who makes the most of what the wall has to offer, without making too much ado about anything;  the unconcerned ant who just follows the crowd; the mad ant who runs helter skelter even when the path is laid out, not sure where it wants to go; the happy ant; the sad ant; the wow lovers ants!...And many more of those ants!

 

Such sessions are really amazing experiences. They make you wonder-  Which ant are you?

 

P.S. The gender of the ants could be debatable. But hey, the girl has liberties to assume that much!?

This four letter word is something i have come to dread these days....

It is an emotion/feeling/thing that is so deadly/dangerous/exhilarating/kicking that it really makes life either miserable or completely blissful. It can devastate you or simply make your life.

When i see people hopeful...it scares me. Coz it reminds me of the many thousand hopes bubbling inside me. They are hopes of further happiness, hopes of further achievement, hopes of a better situation, hopes of a MAGICAL world! Maybe some of these are downright stupid and unwarranted. But all cant be. Some people live their entire life in hope and even die with it. Some people abandon hopes in the guise of 'practicality'. But one thing i have learnt is that Hope can help one survive. It can make the going easier. It can help the person in a bitter phase of life really cheer up and discover the postitives of life. It can make you realise that everything around you can turn out the way you want it to, only if you work enough towards it and you have faith in that effort.

But when that hope crashes, the misery it brings can be unbearable.

Maybe it is too drastic..but i have realised that:

If you ever Hhope-

1. abandon that Hope before it kills you

or

2. Work towards it in such a manner that your faith in your Hope never fades

 

Hoping to Hope again...Hoping to have the courage to Hope again!

What does life ask for..? Nothing much..but a small amount of dedication and a little bit of hardwork. Add a little common sense and positive attitude you have a great life in hand...

What does it take for me to understand this little piece of wisdom??? When i know from past experiences in life that i need a little more dedication in life...what is stopping me. Why can't i learn from my past mistakes?? am i that dumb??  or is it that i dont really give a shit how my life turns up..will i continue making the same mistakes over and over???

I really am going to change now....lets see how much i can do...if i cant get a little more dedicated...a little more serious...a little more mature..i dont really deserve a lot of things in life...

 

OATH of the day...taken for the lifetime..-WHATEVER you do...do it with utmost dedication and honesty...and if you then dont accomplish what you had set out to do..abandon it...coz then you will never be able to... 

Thats the lesson i have learnt now....

Expectations. The reason behind every sad moment.

 

Expectations make life miserable. People expect something from you. And you do not fulfill that expectation. Nevermind, whether it was intentional or not. The damage is done. Sometimes this results in anger, sometimes in gloom. Sometimes it gives rise to a series of explainations, sometimes plain indifference.

When you know people are expecting something from you, but you are not able to fulfill that something; this is when it hurts the most.

 

Sometimes I feel, can we humans not get rid of just this one aspect of life? Can we not stop expecting kindness from others. Can we not stop expecting love from others. Can we not stop expecting to always get what we want, for things to always happen as we want?? And instead, just give all that we were expecting? Coz maybe if we give what we are expecting, we would inevitably get what we wanted.

 

My resolve from today onwards.... Just be what you want other to be. Behave as you want others to behave. A simple lesson taught in school, but neglected throughout life. So live a life that other people would want to live. Content and happy. No baggages. No regret. No guilt. No expectations.

 

:( :)

Paulo Coelho says..Everyone has a Soulmate... He goes on to add that everyone has not only one, but many Soulmates. Now, this is quite interesting.

 

Your Soulmates were a part of you in your last incarnation. You and your soulmates were one. A United Whole. In this incarnation, these very soulmates are separated from you. So, it is upto you to find them. He says that your Soulmate has a certain twinkle in his eye. Or a light above his left shoulder. But only you can see it. Hmmm..

 

Well, for starters, i have never seen a twinkle in anyone's eye. And the question of seeing the light above the shoulder doesnt even arise. But i agree that there is something that connects people to each other. There is something that makes you feel comfortable with some people. You enjoy being with them. You look forward to being with them.

I love to believe in magic. I want to believe in magic. Magic is a reality, only if you want it to be. And love is also a kind of magic. It is a magic that everyone wants to hold on to. I would also love the magic of Love to become a reality for me.

 

What is it about love that makes people do crazy stuff. What is it about love that make people forget themselves. That makes people a little less saner each day.

 

Though i go could not get any insaner than i already am, i still would love to try;) Only if i could see that twinkle. Or even just a hint of that light.

 

 

Studying gets boring. Mind starts wandering. At this time, every opportunity you get, to do anything BUT study, is readily taken up. Well, that's what happened even today.

 

Granny was idly talking about things from her past. I obviously got interested, as i had already gotten disinterested in the books in front of me. I started asking specifics about her early life. Her mother died soon after she (granny) was born. Her father was always busy earning bread for the family. Her brothers and sister-in- law practically brought her up. Granny wasnt allowed to go to school because boys used to go there. She got married when she was so small, she didnt even know what marriage meant. Maids and other lady workers around her house used to give her tips on 'what to do after marriage'; more than half of which she didnt even understand. But she started really 'living' with Grandpa only about 4 years after their marriage. (Thank GOD!!). All the necessities of the house were brought by the men in the house. So she never need to put a foot out of the house. It was a time when girls didnt open their mouths even in front of their fathers. A small girl would veil her face when an elderly would pass.

 

But one thing that struck me while she was narrating all this is that she didnt look back at those days in regret or remorse. Infact, she remnisiced with fondness, the days she had lived in the control of others. The days she didnt have any say in what she wanted, or wanted to do.

 

I felt a strong urge to experience those moments first hand. To live the lives those people lived. Lives when going someplace far took months. When the most used form of transport was donkeys and horses. When little girls didnt go out of their backyards. When they spent whole nights playing garba in their courtyard, to the tunes played by their local 'heros'. When my granfather took months to melt, beat and mould a single gold bangle and give it the most perfect shape and design. When life was so SIMPLE, it's irresistible.

 

But then again, if I were to live in that era, would I have survived? Maybe yes. MaybeI would have enjoyed living as much as my granny did. The concept of fighting for my rights wouldnt even be known to me. As education would not have touched me. I would have merrily given in to what the society wanted me to given in to.

 

At present, though the conditions are drastically different, I so wish to go and live that era. To enjoy it. And then to pass it on as stories to my grandchildren. To give them a break from their boring studies and make them wonder about lives lived in the past. And to make them wish they could go back and live their granny's life!

It is a closely knit family. A little conservative and a little forward thinking. The that believes completely in the overly used 'Nothing is Impossible'. Yet the one that will not go over the top to gain an end.

 

The family consists of a Father, Mother, Son and Daughter. The Father is a person who does not believe in aiming too high. A person for whom small rewards lead to great contentment. The Mother is a lady who has suffered a lot. But has emerged victorious (or maybe not yet!?) She believes in protecting her family. And like every other mother, believes taht her children aretoo young to be left on their own.

 

The Brother is a 'always-thinking-good -of-others' kind of a guy. He has great desires, but doesnt really work towards them. Depends on the family to help in decision smost times. The Sister is a confused soul. She supresses her feelings at most times, and thus gets confused all the more. Her speciality is that only weird things happen with her.

 

The one thing common in all four is the never ending well of tears that they posses.

 

A life of regret...

 

OR

 

A life of guilt...

There are many things i would like to love...but i don't...dunno why!!

 

But here are sum things I just completely LOVE...

-I love to sit at the window in the train..in the evenings....and look out and jus LOOK..not think anythng..not talk anythng.....jus enjoy the breeze and look wat is happening around...

-I love to cycle and cycle and cycle...with no interruption...and just forget the rest of the world(Though i dont get to do this cvery often these days...really want one)

-I love to listen to radio at night...when everythng is very quite..n all i hear is soft music that soothes ur ear....

-I love to while away time with friends..with laughter filling the air...making u feel that there is no other joy in the world...

-I love to lie on my bed and read a book...munching little munchings while the time just flies by...

-I love to sleep cuddled in my parent's laps and just talk nonsense...forever...

-I love to scare my bro with my little acts of madness...sumtimes making him actually wonder at my sanity...

 

These little things ...make for such intersting times of life...It makes life worth living...

 

I love to love the things i love!

 

What do u love?? 

Life is a choice u make.

You choose to be happy...u choose to be sad

u choose to take it easy...u choose to fight hard...

u choose to ignore...u choose to take notice...

u choose to accept..u choose to deny..

u choose to take risks..u choose the easy way out..

u choose to see the good around...u choose to only complain...

u choose to feel contended...u choose to want more...

u choose to respect ur parents..u choose to have ur way...

u choose ur freedom..u choose ur limitations...

 

It is wat u choose to be..it is wat u want to be...

When u are out with friends...u make up your mind to have fun..so no matter what u do..no matter how stupid u behave..u enjoy..because u chose to have a great time..u wanted to have fun...ur mind had decided already...

When u go for a ghost movie...saying that u are not scared..u wont be..coz u dnt want to..coz u choose not to be...

 

It is the choice we make every moment that makes life...Choose well...

u choose wisely...u choose in haste..

 

u choose to live..or u choose to merely exist...

The choice is URS!

 

PS.: ur fault u chose to read so many 'chooses' . gotta respect what u choose!;)

Met a madwoman today.

Boarded the train from Mahalaxmi. Got a teeny-meeny place to sit in the always so overcrowded train. Just as I started reading 'the Poet', a lady came n stood next to me. At first, it seemed that she was just talking to some fellow passenger. But her continued loud voice made me think that mayeb she is fighting with someone. Only after sometime did i realsie that she was was ranting just-like-that! She wasnt talking to anyone in particular.

after a few stations. she got a seat next to me..she kept hitting her head, pointing at people, hitting herself on the hand along with her non-stop blabbering...got a bit scared...n so wen she removed sum medicines n ask for water to jus ppl in general, i didnt offer her mine!!! a lady next to me very harshly refused to give her any. she finally gave up n threww away the pills. the lasy intensified her mutterings scaring me even more...suddenly she removed sum prescription n pointed to a lady...saying she is subramanium...

as i continued reading my book, a small but threatening headache started brewing. i coudnt really read the book beacuse of wat was happenning. my fear slowly turned into sadness. the poor lady was tlaking abt her general day to day thngs...but no one cud really understand. i realised that she didtn ahve anyone to talk to. or maybe she did, but she didnt have anyone who really want to isten to her.

just cudnt take it anymore...too sad...removed my bottle n gave it to her...she removed another medicine (sum other one altogether than the previous one!) n drank it. n continued wat she was upto since the i dont know wen.

 

It so happens...so many times..to so many people...they want to talk..but no one wants to listen...they sometimes even talk...but no one listens...i have been this 'non-listener' too at times..n now feel very bad..will make sure i never do that again...

 

wodnering..since wen mus that lady be so? since how long is she just ranting? since how long no one cares?

People call her mad. even i sumhow did.

maybe loneliness, abandonment does that to a person...will keep that in mind...

 

M a madwoman too...though in my own way....:)

Enjoy:)

 

 

 

Didn't crack CAT?

Who wants to go to those sadu IIMs anyway...

 

Not climbed the Himalyas yet?

Who wants hurting legs anyway...

 

Never been able to get rid of the 'thinness'?

Who wants to be called 'fat' anyway...(me me me!!)

 

Never been one of the 'stars'?

Who wants to be so far away from others anyway...

 

Not fallen in Love yet?

Who wants the tension anyway...(hmmm..)

 

Not even been kissed yet?

Who wants puffy lips anyway...(did i jus say that?!)

 

All this sounds like a feel-good blabber?

Why not...who wants to feel bad anyway...

 

Have learnt to look at the positives in life.

Also realised that the fear of the unknown is lack of confidence in the known.

Life's mantra now: Enjoy life :)

 

 

 

Your co passenger in the train is munching on a bag of chips. Very soon, she finishes eating and throws the plastic bag out of the window. You are seeing this. But you don’t say a word. In fact, you find it very normal, nothing out of place.

 

You are in an autorickshaw, waiting for the signal to turn green. The autorcikshaw driver is enjoying his daily dose of paan. Just before the signal turns green, he spits out a trail of red juice on the road. You are seeing this. But you don’t say a word. In fact, you again find it very normal, nothing out of place.

 

You are with your gang of friends, having a great time. One of the friends brings out a chocolate. You take it, eat it and throw the wrapper on the road. You yourself did it. Obviously, you find it very normal, nothing out of place.

 

It is not normal! It is absolutely out of place. It is only you who want to think it is normal. Because you are too lazy too even think about it, forget doing anything to stop it. This very indifference is the root cause of the filth and dirt around. You don’t care. Because no one cares. And if this attitude remains, there is no way that we can even think of a cleaner place to live in, forget a disease free, healthy life.

 

When you eye your co-passenger in the train proudly throwing the plastic out of the window, stop her and tell her to carry it in her bad or hold it in her hand. There are enough dustbins on every platform. And she very obviously will get down on one. When you see the rickshaw driver spitting shamelessly on the road, stop him. Discourage him. Or advise him to carry a small plastic spittoon with him. When you eat a chocolate, can put the wrapper in your bag or your jeans pocket.

 

The general attitude is that- what difference will it make if I stop littering? Everyone does it. But, it makes a difference if everyone does his individual bit and encourages others to do so too. If every adopts basic civic discipline, we can hope for a better and cleaner city.

So go ahead, stop that train passenger, that autotrickshaw driver, that friend, that brother, that colleague, that old man, that small kid. Don’t be blind to their acts. Stop them from littering. Stop yourself from littering. Remember, if you WANT to make a difference, you CAN make it. You only need the willingness to do it.  

Whenever i m having fun..sumwer i feel bad that i m having fun...n feel that i m not entitled to be happy...

Wenever i see a guy in luv with a girl but she doesnt luv her back..it makes me feel bad...

If two ppl are in luv..n if its one of their bday...the other HAS to..out of obligation...give a very expensive gift...it makes me feell bad that the gift is given as a mere oibligation...if a less expensive gift is given...u dnt love the person enuf!

 

is it better to have no as an answer or is it better to have no answer at all???

is it better to not know the answer n live in the illusion of a false hope or is it better to just know the fact that the answer is no?

 

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these days i m spending time doin only one thing as such n that is studying(of course i do the necessary thngs like eating sleepin 6-7 hrs, reading...) but m not doin nayhtng else worth mentioning...i dnt even get tiem to talk to frnds...n i catch up wid my parents at nite..n at that time too i m more than sleepy..

but the point is...i wonder sumtimes...y m i spending a significant amount of my time in studies? is it worth losing out on other things?...but i realsied that i enjoy this so called 'stressed out' life where i have no time to do thngs i wud have otherwise luved to...i enjoy solving the conundrums (one new word i learnt;) ), enjoy learning new words..n best of all..enjoy laughing at the silliest things...as this is wat a frnd  of mine n me do at the library.... we laugh our guts out at the silliest of jokes...but i enjy that...mayeb sumone who hears our conversation sumtime will think 'these ppl? mBA's? haha! but who cares...

wen i have fun in such times i dnt feel bad..

dunno...only sutimes wen i m having fun..wen i m having 'privileged' fun that i feel bad.

 

My latest fav song... PLZZ lissen to it at least 49 times...it is cfrom teh movie 'doli sajake rakhna'  'kissa hum likhenge dil e bekarar ka..' n tell me how u like it.

It is difficult to deal with people. 'Perspective' makes life complicated. 

But no perspective is right or wrong. Everyone is right in their own way. They think that what they believe is true..and it is true..for them...it doesnt matter what the other person thinks..or wat his perspective is..

It sumtimes seems like everyone's perception is as per his/her convenience...if u want to believe that a person is a liar..no matter what the person does to prove his honesty..one wnt believe him..coz he doesnt want to believe him...coz his own notions are too strong for him to accept or even understand the other's perspective..

sumtimes i feel most of the unrest, hatred, unhappiness in life is beacuse of this difference in perspective..not everyone can think in one way..nor everyone can see one way...after all..there are too many dimensions in life for everyone to be focussed one place...

it is sad to see this..as there is no one to blame..n how convenient it is for the human mind to put blame on others.....but is it right to do dat...to hold sumone else responsible? now again..it is a matter of perspective..one mite say..of course..one must blame the other...it is but right to do..n it is but natural..otehrs mite thnk otherwise..yet sumother mite be entangled in this web of blame game himself...

 

it is difficult..to understand the other...the rational self is weird...confuses u man! n the irrational self is even more weird...it helps u get  away with the silliest of actions...

people choose to see thngs the way they find it easy to..dnt want to thnk too much...grt..after all life is all about convenience...convenient perspective. ENjy!!

 

 

hmm... jus to lighten thngs up..how many times did the word 'perspective' appear in the text above? the 'prospective' winner gets a chance to enter the 'perspective' competition! Rock on:)

It was international Labour day...the day celebrated worldwide for teh freedom of slaves...from teh cluthes of the cruel whites under whom they endured great sufferings...

Maybe it was the day..or maybe the slaves had just had too much...cudnt take anymore...watever it was...it marked an important day of their life...The mother was not well..so she was in be dall the time...this was the biggest criem on earth...or at least thats wat her mother in law believed...how could seh sleep in bed all day and the husband look after her..OUTRAGEOUS! though all the work that the motehr normally did was dun now byt her son and daughter...the children were ill treated...no doubt abt that...but the mother was the worst victim..more of a slave...thoguh she had come a long way..she still had too much to endure...life just refused to be easy for her..n the mother in law made sure that such was the case...

so cuming back to the labour day...she was in bed due to her illeness...the daughter was workign in the kitchen..she was sick n tired of the mother in law's bickering...but kept quiet..she wanted peace..so she kept mum...but the situation turned worse n she jus had to retariate...so she answered her..n lo behold...all hell broke loose...screaming..accusations...bbitter words passed...n finally the mother in law trew the mother, daughter and the son out of the house...they ahd no wer to go...they called up the father...he came running...but was torn between the motehr and the wife..wat to do...the whole family will never forget the day...it was spent like a beggar on street who has no place to go to...out of the house in almost ragged clothes...little money...no home to go to...wer to go..wat to do...simply lost...but hey...they had learned to fight...n wud fight till the end...the motehr kept telling them to fight till the end...no matter wat...they gave each otehr company...find solace sumhow...slept under a roof...over ply that substituted for a bed...fat hungry mosquitoes biting all over...no way to get rid of them...no fan..no breeze...passed the nite..sumhow..the longest nite for them ever..n the worst too...the motehr in law called in the morning and told the father that his children hit her..so she threw them out of the house...how cud he beliee this utter lie..his children cud not hit their granny for anythng in the world..no matter how nice or bad she be...IMPOSSIBLE..but they wer called back..

ya..they went back...but now it wasnt home...it was just a place wer tehy stayd...cudnt  call it hoem..coz it never felt like one...

 

It wa sinternational Labour day...the slaves fought...made their point clear...but hey..are they free now?? they wud luv to believe so:)

 

 

It runs in the family...the fetish for ghar ka Bathroom/Loo/watver...

 

Dad spends arnd 45 mins reading newspaper...then goes again to use it for its actual purpose n cums out after 20-30 mins...

Bro is asleep...wake him up..he will rush to there...n go to sleep....u bang bang on the door...no reply!...fianlly he is out after an hour...goes to bed again...

Cousin goes there..for a bath....wont cum out before 1 hour 15 mins...for sure..thats the least amount of time she takes...(if we are lucky!!)

 

Well...everyone in the family luvs the palce...expect for mom...dunno y..(but ya..thank god at least one sane person is arnd!)

 

I too m a fan of the place..really...its the only place i can read books withour ANY interruption...can be alone with my thots without anyone pestering...can talk to myself as much as i want...can talk all the rubbish i want....can sing crazy stuff...can cry as long as i want....can listen to songs on radio without any added noise...can sit for a long time and not do practically nothing!!..

 

Belive me..it has amazing uses apart form the conventional thngs ppl use it for...:)

 

Wat do u use it for????

 

Attn.: ;)

*If u were locked in ur bathroom for one whole day...wat wud u do????

*What is ur fav place???

PART I

Answers plzz...Esp the ppl in LOVEEE...(wow...wat better song cud have palyed on radio while i was writing this...;kuch to hua hai...'' from kal ho na ho!!!:))

 

1. A single lifetime is not enough to ____

2. Flowers or Chocolates?

3. One of the things that you forgot to do...(coz u wer busy fantasizing...!!)

4. A date to remember ...(dinner date or calendar date..any)

5. A memorable Surprise u received is_____

6. Is Love making your vision colorful??

 

Part II

How did u spend ur Valentine Day??

 

1. With the SPecial one...

lucky u...m very happy for u!

 

2. Working whole day (n nite too!)

need to remove sum time for love tooo

 

3. Watching KBC

r u that jobless..? (though personally, i wud have seen it;))

 

4. Had no Valentine..

:( dnt worry...Lov eis on its way toward u...the onyl problem is der is too much traffic...!

 

5. SPent time wid frnds

Great way to have fun..wid loved ones arnd...

 

Have a Great time...

Ok..lets play this game...

 

choose one option..instantly..without thinkin too much...like the karan johar rapid fire...no third options ok...

 

1. Speed- Calm

2. Mountains- Ocean

3. Black- White (no greys allowed dhee:))

4. Left handed- Right Handed

5. Park- Movie hall

6. Tree House- Boat house

7. Msn-Yahoo (hehe!)

8. Books- TV

9. College life- School life

10. Love- Love (sorry...trying to eliminate hate:))

 

wats ur choice?