Okay! So this one is again after a gap of five months. Every year my brother calls me before paying for my web domain and I leave it on him to decide whether it should be renewed or not. Probably, because I know that he will renew it no matter what. And, like every time I am writing this one post in the year to honour his commitment towards coaxing me into blogging. I never wanted to be a hardcore blogger like many of friends and frankly, I can never be one. A post on my blog totally depends on my mood. And today, I am in one.
I am one of those girls who do believe in fairy-tales Be it our desi ‘Heer-Ranjha’ and ‘Laila-Majnu’ or the western ‘Romeo-Juliet’ and Mr. Darcy – Ms. Bennet. People say these so called fairy-tales or the modern chick-flicks messes up with a girl’s mind but I strongly believe that these stories exist in the real life too. I have met some of the real life characters who have their own unique fairy tale to share. The first touch, gesture, insecurity, desperation, fight, make-up are all the part of this package deal called ‘Love’. Love-the strong and pure emotion that requires commitment but not obligation. Loving someone doesn’t mean that the other person has to oblige by loving you in return. You will expect them to love you back but if they don’t, just let it go. You can’t be a low hanging fruit because you weren’t at fault neither was the other person. The destiny likes taking detours and leading you off-track but your spirit and heart keeps putting you back on track. The hope that one day you will meet a Prince who will complete your fairy tale should never die.
I haven’t yet found my ‘Prince Charming’, probably; I don’t have the eye to find him. But I do know that when the time for my fairy tale comes , my ‘Prince Charming’ will come and blow me away. All I have to do is wait and be patient.
PS-We don’t admit it but all girls do believe in Fairy tales.
Every time, I post a new entry with a promise to myself that i will be more active. But…in vain!
As a new year beckons at our doors, I look back and retrospect. This year has been a roller coaster ride. From the early morning lecture to the dissertations; class bunks; canteen and now to meeting deadlines with client; media.
I decide that I will not talk about the things I wish I had done rather talk about those five things that I would like to achieve in the New Year. The first one on the list and long due is the issue I have with my weight. Being a foodie doesn’t help it. So, I wish I gather will power to finally rule out this problem. The second one gets solved automatically. Well, yes I am talking about the ever continuing problem with most of us, the lethargy. I wish I become as active as a sea horse.
Mothers are the best human beings God could have created. So, I wish again that I give more respect and love to my strength. I love travelling and exploring new sights. I wish in this New Year I get more chances to explore this world.
Last but not the least, I wish I remain the person I am.
Delhi has always been my most preferred place to visit. I have never really found out the logic behind this liking. My stay at Delhi has never extended more than 2 months. My friends give me such weird expressions when they find out my love for Delhi. I give them the same answer always. I like Delhi because people who are the most closest to my heart live in Delhi. But, I wonder is it the real reason behind my love for Delhi or is it the initial excitement of being in a fast paced metro city.
During the past one year I got a chance to live in Delhi for 4 months. I could feel the adrenaline rush as I had taken my first step towards my career. I started with my first ever internship with a PR firm. Travelling through metro became my daily routine. I must say travelling in Delhi metro is no easy task, especially when you have to travel during the office timings. You just have to stand at the platform; you will not know the moment you get into the metro. To top it all the metro jerks shake you to your core; people fall onto you. You have to handle the double weight. Travelling in Delhi is not an easy task, the jams; the hooligan auto drivers make you go crazy.
My colleagues at the office used to get astonished by the fact that I travel so far every day and then go back and cook my dinner and lunch for the next day. The fact is for how long you would be able to eat junk food. At one stage you just get tired of eating out.
There is a famous saying for the Delhi people in Hindi, “Delhi dil waalon ki”. But is this saying really true. I doubt. I won’t be very harsh per se. there are always those some exceptions who take your heart away. There are some people who really personify this saying. But to generalize this saying to every Delhiite would be a mistake. The reason for this might be the fast paced life of Delhi people. You always see people running in Delhi be it to catch a bus or a metro or to get a seat in the claustrophobic metro.
Today, on my last day of my visit to Delhi, I gathered all my memories and decided to pen them down. Still, I am indecisive as to from where this spring of love for Delhi erupts.
Aaahhh..its going to be the most difficult one to write…its about my inspiration….the man i love more than anybody else in this world..I am papa’s girl…I lost him when i was 13…the pain still afresh in my heart..Its his birthday today…and i miss him like anything…I know he is somewhere near by watching over me every moment..guiding me…but its not enough for me…i want him to be there…when i am just so happy that i want to run back home and hug him…i want to pull his cheeks when i am in a playful mood….i need his shoulder to cry on when i am disappointed in myself…i need him in every single moment…I wish he was there…when we bought our first car..he couldn’t feel that comfort..spent his whole life struggling to make a better future for his kids..he wasn’t there when it was his time to feel all the comforts in life…he wasn’t there when i got into my masters course..the one i was so apprehensive about…he wasn’t there when i got my first cheque….I question god everyday why? why? why?…i wish i could get my answers……But,once again i will hold myself up….be the strong person papa wanted me to be…I will stand high keeping his values..his teachings intact…Happy Birthday Papa !!!!
Finally…waking up from a long slumber…I am back again…All this while. I had just lost all my interest in putting up my thoughts into words. .But, a newest addition to the list of my bestest people encouraged me to start writing again…So here I am…
Taking the idea further from my last post…I wanted to write about the concept of love in the contemporary times…the question that pops in my mind every time I think about love is.. What does it really mean?? Everyone have their own individual meaning of love…For me.. It means an emotional bond which is based on trust and which blossoms with care, understanding, arguments. You don’t love somebody just because you need a shoulder to cry on…In fact, that person becomes your backbone. Your lifeline. Be it sorrow. Be it joy…be it a big fight with your best friend or a scolding from your teacher. He or she is always there for you…But, then why does a relationships reaches the stage of “Its Complicated”…I believe fault always lies on both sides…You can’t just put the blame on one side…My friends who are in love say that boys are commitment freaks…. People say that it is difficult to understand a woman. I think it goes both ways. Boys r no less ….The problem with girls is that they are very expressive when it comes to love. And we expect the same kind of response from the boys. Which is obviously not fulfilled always…Guys might disagree with me on this…but then I would suggest them to become more expressive as in start sharing your fears with her…girls you need to hold on and try to figure out what goes on in that left hemisphere… ;p
PS- There are times when you completely loose it ..But that really is the time. When you need to hold on…
It’s been very long since I have written something as laziness overshadowed my constant efforts to write. But finally I have been able to get over my laziness. I experienced many emotions during this period- fights with best friend, success, appreciation and the most wild was stalking my crush.
I always think do crushes really change into long relationships or they just remain puppy love. I still remember my first crush. I had gone completely crazy for a year. But the moment I got to know that he failed in his exams, I laughed a lot on my stupidity. I doubted my decision as society’s influence overgrew on me. Well as I grew up I realized that it was just a puppy love. I think everyone of us passes through this stage.
But what about a serious liking for someone? I entered college and started liking someone. He became a very good friend. But I never had the guts to go and share my feelings with him. I was scared of heartbreak and embarrassment. My friends told me a girl should never go and express her feelings. The guy should approach first. Well, all this led to more confusion. I could never go and tell that person and ultimately I tried to get over him. But can we really get over someone whom we really like????????????
“It has been my observation that people are just about happy as they make up their minds to be”. Abraham Lincoln
We all know that a person who has a positive attitude towards life no matter what the circumstances are; they face all rigors of life with a smile on their face. Have you ever wished that person was you????? We generally find negative in everything. Whatever happens to us ….we blame it either on god or on our luck but we never realize that whatever happens to us is due to our own doings.
We all lack positive attitude towards life. What exactly positive attitude means???? A positive attitude is seeing the glass half full or to say look on the brighter side of life. And a positive mental attitude consists of such characteristics as faith, hope, charity, optimism, cheer, generosity. Positive attitude helps to cope up with difficulties of life. It brings optimism in life. A positive mental attitude attracts happiness.
An inspirational story to which I agree completely….In ancient times, a king had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the king’s wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the king for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the big stone out of the way. Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. On approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. As the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the king indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many others never understand. Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve one’s condition.
I personally feel that we all should follow this mantra and try to achieve happiness in life…. I don’t want to sound philosophical but it’s the reality and we all should accept it. Do tell me what you all feel about it?????
“Life sometimes becomes so selfish that it wants everything….But while trying for everything we miss something that is worth everything….”
As I am writing my first blog, I can feel butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I am trying to figure out what to write and what not to write. I am very excited as well as very nervous as I have never taken any initiative of this kind before. On this blog, I am going to express my feelings towards different facets of life.
As I am a literature student & want to pursue Mass communications as my career, I was thinking about getting into creative writing though was a little hesitant about how to start. That is when blogging happened to me; obviously it did not happen just like that. My brother has been pursuing me for long to start a blog and use it as a medium of creative writing or to write just about my life but I was a bit skeptic. This was after his consistent persuasion that I finally decided to blog. So today, I am finally writing my first blog.
PS: My brother blogs at www.dipesh.net. Thanks to my elder brother also for helping me out with the theme. He is at www.tushar.in.