gharelu swats......

what is it like when you are too lazy to do anything..i have been ...since a month....situation made me jobless and i bet i had the best days of my life. thanks to the fast growing cholestrol in my body, i grew up few inches diametrically and lost a bit of unwanted tan...took care of my hair and skin which i never did in my life time...and added to these, i started cooking as well...guess what????? i started making desi rotis from those "continental" ones and now i manage to make them something nearer to circular (though u can find some angles here and there) and burn them with just small black polka like dots and not those usual black islands...which almost resemble craters caused by meteors and asteroids..see what an improvement...

and now i cook varieties of dal with different combis and almost all curries...and became an expert in rasam and sambar...my dad is appreciating me..thats enough lol...

apart from these, i am watching daily soaps......i dont remember any serial that i followed after jassi jaisi koi nahi..now i watch "utaran, jaane kya baat hui and baalika vadhu...and ofcourse nach baliye, chote ustaad, dancing queen, mtv roadies and some movies on HBO and telugu and hindi flicks...finishing the movies which i missed in life time...huh....i also got new spects with increased eye sight...now i look far more beautiful in the new black- grey frame...lol lol....

redecorated my house and became a maid in my own house..from feeding fish in the aquarium to cleaning the washroom and ceilings...i am doing everything.. (i never knew..half of the city's dirt is in our house) huh....and in the process discovered some new but dusted books which were covered by something called mud, sand and what not...so finished, chicken soup series, and everything happens for a reason and half of upanishad kalpatru...yeahh i am reading some spiritual stuff also..now i eyed on jane austen and reading sense and sensibility...leme finish this...

and guess what ???? i developed interest towards music...wait wait...not bollywood and telugu stuff...i am talking about angrezi and pardesi beats...yeah earlier i was just aware of brazilllll lallaall...and everynight in my dreams...now i listen to angrezi and also downloaded arabic, japanese, spanish, konkani music and enjoying every bit of it.. (for god's sake dont ask me to sing..)

now i call this as life...what else should i ask for...and hold on..i have something else to say...but not now.......wait and see.........lol....ok ok..let me get back to my hobby now...time to enjoyyyyyy.............byeeeee

swats' century

millions of thoughts..trillions of words....some new friends...very strong fights...some mischevious..some very serious...some stupid.....and some naughty....colourful.....colourless...frustration..love..friendship....opinions.....relationships..breakups...

wishes.....mourns...reviews...experience.....laugh.....cry...tears..smiles...comments.....compliments...

my blog has been my best friend ever and i always felt as if i possessed it..now i crossed 100 postings and i feel it as an achievment in my own short sweet cute and very beautiful picture perfect world...

100 postings and different hues...but only one blog... thats my blog. one and only- www.swatsblog.blogspot.com

some unknown face in the crowd

which class are you in?

7th

whas your score in the class

above 50%

whats your name?

krishna

why are you working here?

there is no rice inthe house. so working to earn money for the day

for how many hours do you work here?

from 4.30 pm to 12.30 am

how much are you paid?

Rs 40

do you often work here?

no.sometimes when we have nothing to eat

hows the work?

when there are customers..work si heave or else its ok..

does anyone beat/ scold you

no..never

at what time will you back home?

1am

will you miss school tomorrow?

no i will get up and go..

do you need money for school fee?

no ours is free..

Krshna is just another tiny tot wth a slender body and an innocent face, who is trying to make the ends meet in his family while going to the shcool......he is genuine enough to say that he doesnt require money for fee..i assured him and gave him my telephone number to call him in case of emergency..i wonder if he would ever call me for anything...but i say...honesty is still exisiting... (am sorry i couldnot stop child labour here..i only fought with the owner of the hotel and he asked me to file a police complaint against him)...

where are men?????

where are men??????? i wonder where are men????

all good men are either married or engaged or taken away or too old to date or short in height...ufff

where are men??????? i wonder where are men????

friendship rediscovered...

"make sure he finishes his whole lunch and doesnt leave anything" said J's mom and packed the lunch box. i went downstairs with him and got into the rickshaw...this happened for 5 years. we played together, flew kites on the terraces, hide and seek in our whole locality, did homeworks together, prepared for exams without any competetion...J's home became my second home. since i missed my mom every evening, J's mom almost became my second mom. while my mom filled my breakfast plate with idli and curd rice, J' mom fed me with bread and jam..i had two homes and our friendship blossomed like fresh garden...we never fought and neither did we realise that anything could seperate us. one fine day J told me that he was going to his native place and would meet new friends and study there...i was equally excited about the whole idea and never though that I would miss him....finally during our summer vacation, J's family left for their native place. this happened in 1992 when I was too young to discovere my emotions and felt that friends are like that and being a KVite, it was quite obvious for me that no classmate of mine would stay for long...

time passed by and slowly, i grew into a teenager and then a woman...but J has been in my mind and never forgot him...i felt his absence and always wondered about the unseen yet felt emotions...with the invention of internet, I searched for him desperately in every possbile way. I checked each and every nook and corner, posted wanted columns...searched the BSNL landlines and what not...I failed by all the means...now its been 16 years yet his memories are fresh...i always thought of him as very smart boy who wore neatly pressed uniform and was highly organised. ... i always wondered, how he would look like...

thanks to orkut, i could locate J's kid brother whom I knew as the 4 year old kid then...and thus i discoevred J as well...i called him up and for almost minutes together we were just sobbing and nothing else... both of us knew that we missed each other so much and we cannot compensate these 16 years at any cost...now finally I met him...i remember him as the shcool boy..but J is more handsome now..he has all the charisma in him and i realised, He is the most handsome boy I have ever met in my whole life....J, who is a techie now is still the same old school boy who is very down to earth and kind to everyone...he is a complete man now...i couldt not believe the moment and both of us wished we could go back to our shcool days and relive every moment...

J, who has always been in my mind will remain my bestfiend forever...he is one of the few men whom I loved from my heart and I know we would never miss each other at anycost...

J is now getting married to this beautiful girl and I wish both of them very good luck...friends like J are the best example of human relations where- "though the relationship is unseen and absent, emotions are always understood and felt"...

I would never miss you again J....love u...

a letter to my soul

Dear Soul,

I consider you as my best friend. You have been with me since my birth. It was a long life journey with you where you showed me the right path...you are so true and so genuine. your transparency taught lessons of life.

When i was a kid, you patted my shoulders and encouraged in every step of mine. you made tough exams easier and never left me in the mid of crisis. i have always banked on you.

when i was a teenager, you made me realise -i am unlike other girls. i might not be as beautiful as other pretty girls in the college, yet you gave me a shape that was always adored by the near and dear.

when the storms were my way, you taught me how to swim against rather than run away.

when i was falling and thought of leaving my body, you convinced me to stay back and gave me a rejuvinated life filled with an understanding and maturity.

When I was in the transition phase of becoming a woman from a girl, you sustained my confusion. you always answered me when i was smothered by questions. you are my first source of compassion which i can trust upon. you assured that you are always right and can never be wrong in any which way.

but i must confess that i have been trying to run away from you. i ignored you for bad and now i repent. yet you stood by my side. your patience made me realise that ' ours would never leave us'.

i might not be as beautiful as other dazzling women of my age, but u gave me the inner beauty of which many are jealous.

i might not be having all th eluxuries in this world, but you gave me all the comfort that i need.

i might not be in love with anyone..yet you made me love everything and everyone in this world...

you filled my heart with love and compassion.

I am beacuse of you.

my dear soul, you were with me when i was born, i know you will be with me when i reach mortality, yet you would wander around in this heavenly world replenishing the joy of life...

my dear soul, i love you so much and thanks for being with me...

i dont mind killing em...

i got up in the evening from my sleep and i was happy that the four dread terrorists were killed... i was happy for Naseerudding shah and his well executed plan. wait wait...i came into my senses and checked where i was and realised i was comforting myself on my bed. shit..i rushed into my hall and switched on the tv and found the terrorists still with the hostages..huh...i wish i killed everyone. i dont mind being imprisioned for killing such cockroaches and pests. it is not crime. what ya say..

i remember one of our professors saying this, which i feel is cent percent true.. "yeh pakistani log kya sochte hai apne apke baare me...agar saare Indians ek saath ek bucket paani leke unpe fekenge..to unka poora desh doob jayenge...yeh hamari kamzori nahi ki hum unhe kuch nahi kar rahe hai..yeh hamari achchayi hai" so true it is...

well the news is still on, its been 40+ hours and still 2-3 bastard are creating nuisance. i wish and i pray for their death. it seems everything is so easy for them..look at their arrival..they came on boats, got down at mumbai, took rest for some time..must have had chai samosa and then back to action...i dont want to comment on anyone or the system here as we are already doing our best.

i hope every such bastard dies out of some dreadful disease or get killed...i dont mind doing that...if i need to save my nation...

may we get peace soon..

being alone....

it is 12.30 am now. i just came homeafter watching the much hyped movie dostana. i have been longing to watch this movie since i saw its promos. reason could be john or abhishek or Karan Johar's style...i like everything. this movie has certinly created riffles in my personal life..there were rifts, misunderstandings, explanations and everything..well..let me come to the point...

i was all alone in the evening and thought of going out with my roomy. thanks to the thanks giving day..she has a holiday today..well i dont really get to see her even on diwali or durgapuja..but i can meet and talk to her on special days like halloween's day or thanks giving day..thanks to US jobs...she asked me if i were ok with the idea of going to a pub..well..i was ok..but after watching Tv and the terrorist attack, somehow i was out of mood...so i gave up the idea of wearing those jittery clothes and hitting the dance floor...i was neither ok at home after spending almost 6 days inside 4 walls..i pulled out the newspaper and checked for dostana and rushed to the theater all alone..took the ticket..and was inside the hall..i was sandwiched between 2 families and enjoyed the movie...

i would say i was alone, single, hasle free in the theater. i was wondering if i could find anyone else like me..hahhaa...no one...all of them are either families/ couples or group of friends..whoa..i patted my shoulders..and felt proud...i came out of the theater and it was 12.15am...sharp midnight yet i wanted to drive back..i took out my scooty, and enjoyed the drizzle all along my drive and i was back home...

i was gloomy in the evening that i had none to go out with.. i am not ok with the idea of going out with anyone..let it be my close friends..i dont really feel comfy....so in the elimination process of choosing one close friend of mine with whom i can really hangout, i am left with myself...i realise i am my best friend and i love myself...i am my company and i am my soul...

i might sound as a narciccist...but i dont really care as- being a single, individual, beautiful, bold, pretty- woman- is itself a pride and i have everything of it...

I am SWATS.....

to my girl friends

my blog is surely my best friend which bears me as I am. ...i love this space of mine. well..i realised who my true friends are..i am blessed to have my gang as my support always...but before i say anything i would like to say that am one of those highly egoistic individuals with loads of attitude that can push you back even before you try to approach me...sustaining me is highly difficult and i believe only few could do it...yet..am very kind hearted and soft ....am like that neatly written peom where you can read me well but certainly fail to understand....no one understood me till date except a few...here they are...

abhi- beautiful, snobbish, egoistic virgo female who would push you aside with her eyes is my sweetheart friend with whom i startd relating myself in my teenage. we went through the dirty books of medical exams and were pretty sure that we would never make to medical seats and we did it...she became an HR and myself environmentalist...its been 10 years since we have been together and i find her as my mirror image who is everything that I am just that she is even more beautiful..from car driving to swimming, we share everything and enjoy gossiping and bitching.....abhi has been a wonderful part of my life and i adore for what she is...

arps- my pg classes were too boring and i never realised that i was alone in the crowd..i could see pairs or groups of my classmates and i was a standout...huh..this happens to me everytime...suddenly, this short popcorn girl bumped onto me one fine day and we discovered we are kvites...we started sharing all the worldly things..and then came my bike -arps, me and my bike...we spent two golden years together and we are still together..no matter what...even if i wear torn out clothes arps finds a way to appreciate me and makes me feel good...she made me realise that i can never be sad in my life which is so true...whenever i am low i remember arps...and instantly all the glow in my face returns...this short bubbly basket ball type girl who prefers 3 inches heels is my fav buddy who is obviously a substitute for glucose.

aru- my class in mphil was full of brains whom i coudnot stand at all.. . this tall -model- material in our class who had the so-called oomph was also a member of literature club. we were one of those few single women who dint have an-on campus boyfriend...yeah i mean it.. (ofcourse i still dont have one)..hence the scarcity of boyfriends made us stay together and we used to hangout together...she became my emotional pillar....i used to be the clown when we were together...our drives on yamaha bikes borrowed from mba guys were unforgettable..i still remember our drive on yamaha rxz bike chasing the bhopali traffic to our professor's house to submit the thesis....whooaa..we must have broken the records for sure...while aru was the fire brand in our campus, i was the soft sponge..i learnt to say saala...after 25 years and thanks to her who taught me many more of the kind...but yet we made it till the end and we are still the best buddies...i say i possess aru in my life....

trayee-- i recall her as the girl with only one ear..yeah her another ear was always covered by her extra large reliance handset...i moved into her room after some ok and not oks....and then life has been a celebration..everyday and every moment on campus was ours...i learnt to be patient as she is a true piscean who never even washed her clothes. i did that job for her many times as i wanted the room to be extra neat and tidy (virgo me..huh)...she was like that large sea who can take any damn thing in this world..i cried, laughed, joked, taught her, woke her up at wee hours for her..and she always made me feel secure...she assured she's been there with me...we are still together...she made me taste vodka..she showed me what life exactly is...if people call me bold then i say my boldness is born through her...she is my spinal cord and the very reason for my happiness..she was/is/will be there and i know we are always together..

anandi- somewhere in different part of the world...never met her...yet she is a base for my trust in humans...she is another replica of mine..i wonder if we share the same genes and by chance if our DNA material is same...lol...she is undoubtedly an emoitional support for me..i am proud that i know her..

and then deepa...radha..maha...who have always been with me...

finally on this thanks giving day...i would like to thank....naa... express my gratitude to all these beautiful women of my life...am proud to have them as my girlfriends..

love ya all..

those 85 hours...

i closed the door behind me and came inside...left my sandals near the front door and took the steps down to the hall. it was 5pm and my buddy/roommate was leaving for good. she has plans to settle in bangalore..ehh??? alright....i went inside my room and was feeling nauseatic. so lay flat on bed and my mind was smothered with many thoughts.....it was weekend..and i was in my closed room sitting silently..huh..it never happened...it was saturday when i used to scream on my editor to finish the programme...it wasnot happening...it was the evening of the most waited day of the week...when me and my roomies always hangout..it wasn't happening...it was different....i was sitting and staring at the roof...thinking of nothing ..yet i knew my mind had some zillion thoughts screwing it up...it was almost 7pm and time to say good bye to my roomy...tears were scrolling down...and after dramatic farewell..she left and i was inside my room again..all alone...then i realised...my friends??-i am not in touch with them...my work??- i left my job and i am jobless!!! my roomies??they are no more with me..i wanted to cry but i didnot..i wanted to go out..but i didnot...i wanted to watch movie..but i couldnot..i did nothing...and today morning i realised i have spent almost 85hours inside a room...i dint see the daylight..i dint step outside the door...i dint meet people...i havenot socialised...huh...i certainly broke the record of my life...i dont know how i spent 3.5 days inside a house..may be read books..talked to friends on phone and online and slept...these few hours of my life are surely memorable and i believe..everyone experiences such hours once in life time...did you??

shirdi trip- another lesson

we were back in the railway station waiting for our beloved train to come and pick us..huh...me, mom and grany had hot pakodas and were involved in a candid conversation...we could hear someone singing devotional songs on the platform...and thought it must be a group of pilgrims who are still in the hangover of darshan...it was clearly audible and sweet to hear....i took out my book and resumed reading it while the elder ladies were chitchatting something which i wasnt bothered about...this little girl from no where appeared infront of us...she was cute...very sweet..beautiful -i must say...but in torn and soiled clothes..with a glass in her hand..she was begging and i couldnt say anything else..she was hopping from one to another and was actively walking around the hall..and suddenly dissapeared...we heard the announcement and came on to the platform...and stood near a bench resting our luggage...

there was this woman sitting on the platform and seeking alms...she was blind..she was singing the same devotional songs which we heard a lil while ago...then i understood..it was her not any group..she was so melodious...i felt for her and tears rolled out of my eyes..and suddenly this little cute girl popped up and sat next to this blind woman..she is her daughter!!!

the mother stopped singing...pampered the kid for sometime...drank some water brought by her kid...touched her softly on her hair...pulled her into her lap..and opened some packet and started feeding the child...she was blind but not her love....i was stunned by the scene and by the time i came into senses..my mom and grany were gone searching for the coach and i had to pull myself through the crowds and rush into the compartment...

shirdi trip- another lesson---another small yet effective moment...love forever...

shirdi trip- IT HAPPENS ONLY IN INDIA

yes...it happens only in india...check how..
1) we started for the temple and i insisted on having breakfast before going for darshan as it would take long time...my grany was pissed off by my idea but dint resist as she herself is diabetic and needs some instant energy every minute..we chose one SHER _E_ PUNJAB hotel and ordered for some light breakfast and a cup of cofe...and the bill reminded us that the small glass (not even cup) of cofe is Rs 15..we asked why?? the answer was.."bhai yeh tourist place hai..aise hi hota hai.." - IT HAPPENS ONLY IN INDIA

2) We approached the darshan dwar and read the board saying no cell phones..no cameras and no handbags..my mom was worried as we need to leave our handbags..i gave her a chillpill and told her that they wont stop us...but before that we wanted to leave our shoes...there was this "free shooos stand" but we dint go ..and left our shoes on the outside of the entry line just like every other devotee...in the open ground and entered the queue very much with our handbags- IT HAPPENS ONLY IN INDIA

3) the darshan took more than 1.30 hr and in between, we had to stand in the queue for the NOON AARTI...all the devotees started reciting aarti and i could feel the vibes inside my body...some with closed eyes, some with clapping hands...some murmuring...some singing along...i felt i missed all these amidst my parties..nevertheless...i am there..i was more than happy for the visit and to see my people enjoying every moment in the crowd- IT HAPPENS ONLY IN INDIA

4) we came out of the queue with some dhakkam dhakki as usual and were searching for some place to have our lunch...luckily, we were approached by chairty people and offered lunch at free of cost- IT HAPPENS ONLY IN INDIA

5) we were all set to go back to our room ... hence went to collect our shoes from where we left them...surprise..suprise...i lost my new floaters- huh- IT HAPPENS ONLY IN INDIA

shirdi trip- nostalgia

its been long long long since we visited shirdi...may be more than 2 decades....shirdi trip always gave me fond memories...guess what...when i was kid, i was lost in railway station while on our way back home from shirid...huh...railway authorities caught hold of me crying on the platform...gave a loud announcement and i met my parents in a dramatical way...i still remember the incident...i was some 6 yrs kid and we all went in a group of 3-4 families...i got lost...was rediscovered...anyway...thats past..now let me reveal some really nice pages from my shirdi trip which lasted for just few hours to be precise....keep reading...

bday of my blog..

guess what????????? its been 2 years..yeah...TWO SOLID YEARS since i started blogging...na na...i started blogging even before that..but swatsblog is 2 yrs old now..

87 published posts and 5-6 yet to be published posts....the journey has been soft, lovable, affectionate and everything..i always had a pleasent experience blogging as I am quite open for ideas, views, thoughts, opinions and criticism. Hence, my journey has been a pave of roses and I enjoyed every bit of it.

i posted my experiences, incidents, vented out my feelings, frustrations, showered my love and shared my shoulder...expressed my thoughts and penned whatever i felt like..

my readers have always been an inspiration for me...they showed me so much affection that i became very good friends with some...had fights with some...motivated some...got inspired and yeah..i would say more than 10 people have also started blogging..whoa..what else would i ask for???

my blog has been my best friend since then...whenever i wanted a ventillator..my blog served the purpose...

i am very happy today....and i owe this happiness to all of you who have been with me...

love you all....

happy birthday swatsblog...

life in 7 seconds...

life in 7 seconds

7th second- this pigeon flew from no where and started screaming

6- the security gaurd lifted it and

5- opened its beak and

4- blew some air

3- blew air again

2- pigeon winked

1- its not moving anymore

0- the life just left it...................

today, i witnessed a life vanishing in seconds..may be this is called death...i saw it for the first time in my life...

i saw it suffering....i could hear it screaming for help...i could sense its struggle to still be alive...i saw it moving its legs for the last time...i saw it flipping its wings for the last time...i saw it winking its eyes for the last time....i saw it taking deep breathe for the last time...i saw it moving its neck and finally hanging it forever...

it taught me that life is just a flash of light...the moment we see it...we are no more...

it taught me that life is unpredictable..the moment we are about to lose it..we are done...

it taught me to live the present...this moment will never again come...

may its soul rest in peace...

i cant type anymore..my eyes are misty....

i won lottery

yeah..u read it right..finally after a loooooooooooong wait....i won lottery...let me be nostalgic for sometime..i still remember those kiosks..where lottery tickets were sold...those colourful tiny tickets have always mesmerised me. i used to wonder if i can buy one. once i asked my dad if he could lend me Re 1/- ...when he asked me the reason obviously he got bounced over my interest and literally threatened me to beat to hell if i do so...i never knew he would be so angry..ofcourse he has every reason to be..coz...none from his family might have ever thought of buying a lottery ticket...and i bumped out as a surprise..rather a shock for his life time..."hai ram meri beti...lottery ticket khareedna chahcti hai..woh bhi 8 years ke umr me." 'i never dared to buy one afer that but had huge discussions with my buddies on what i would do if i get luck with a lottery..i never even got a single penny or small gift through scratch cards....each time the scratch card shouts.."better luck next time"..i can visualise the sarcastic smile that the empty scratch cards throw at me..uff..no issues....

i used to play the lucky balls game in melas (exhibitions) where we need to buy 5 plastic balls for Rs 10 and throw them in the rows..the count gives us the gift...the gifts range from a small plastic frame to colour TV..wow..colour Tv at Rs 10. i bet its something beyond temptation...i played it some n number of times...and i managed to win tooth brush, a comb , detergent cake and some other -not-so-useful stuff and convinced my dad that each of them would worth Rs 10 atleast..(just saving my head..) lol

hence i grew without expecting any lottery yet had some hopes of it...after the internet boom, i opened my email account...and then one fine day received a mail from some one unknown saying that she wants to give me some money...i was like..what? why would she ever want to deposit some millions in my account. then she mentioned that she is a lawyer of some big- filthy-rich family, the head died some mysterious death and now they want to secure that money and for that they need an acocunt..luckily (????) she found my email id through internet and now she wants my account number,,,whoa,,,this is something called luck...where -out of billions of people, my email id is chosen and i would be getting money..that too at the cost of none...i didnot reply to that email thinking that i should be a bit cautious before giving out my details (thank goodness..my brain worked for a while) ....next day, i opened my mail id, and replied to the person saying that that i am interested in taking the money and let me know the procedure for the same...within no time, i received a response saying that all i need to do is just fill the form and send it back them. the form has the details of my passport and some other stuff..i..i downloaded the form and before sending it back..i asked them if i could know how legitimate they are..thats it...no correspondence aftermath...yoho..i succeeded in fishing them out yet i failed....i knew it was all fake.but just wanted to give them a punch...but i felt sorry for myself as i couldnot win lottery again...huh..sad sad.....

and its been 6 months since i have been receiving "your email won lottery" messages from, netherlands, switzerland, microsoft, and what not...huh...andrecently everything crossed limits- i received a mail from none other UNITED NATIONS...hmm..now this is it...the mail provoked me to write another blog and my luck in winning a lottery....i know i would never win...

i am one of those...who has to take all the steps to achieve something...no shortcuts for me....yet i love it as at the end of the day..all the happiness is with me (except winning the lottery) lol :)

tony did it

any one can achieve anything...its just that we should have that will power to do....today my friend proved it right. his dream has come true...here i would like to say that he has been dreaming about this project since a long time (why wouldnt he? afterall he sleeps alot..)
and to show it to all of us that he is working hard (or hardly working?), he has been carrying this bundle of sheets.. (only god knows whats written on the papers..it is in some encrypted language and a dumbo like me would never understand)
we are assured by him that he is seriously thinking about something apart from girls, shoes, bikes and branded clothing..
today i received a mail from him, where i could literally hear him shouting and screaming that his dream is fulfilled and his paper is published. woha...if everything goes alright, he would also get patent for that...
well after reading the mail, the first thing that stroke my mind was...what shall i wear for the evening party? oops...
sick me...but i am telling u the truth...
anyway...he got it..we all speak..and he did it..i am porud of raj aka tony (as we fondly call him)
i always took him as this dumb- sick- ill dud who is interested in girls, their vital stats, that filthy language (he has patent on his own language as well) and nothing else...
but today he proved it wrong...he did something which is worth praising and i no..we -are all proud of him...
kudos to u tony..you are an inspiration for elderly youth..lol (just kidding)
love ya

it is heavenly....

i am lying flat on the ground. my head cosily resting on the floor. i am relaxing. my mind is slowly tresspassing the lines of conciousness and i am about to enter the sub-concious stage. (you never know when you - actually sleep. generally, we just lie down and sleep without our notice.)

but this time, i know i am going to sleep. the sudden switch is heavenly. i am happily sleeping now..it is heavenly.

my hands are stretched...am slowing spreading my wings. my body is lifting up...and now my legs. am in the air. i am flying. the movement is heavenly...it is heavenly

i am moving now. in the middle of the clouds...a soft and swift movement....but there are small thumps and bumps....yet i dont care...i am moving...it is heavenly...

i can see the images of my mom...she is calling me and screaming at her pitch to wake me up...but i dont want to....i can still see her face...yet i am enjoying my flight....it is heavenly...

now i have taken a break from my journey...again lying still...relaxing like never...enjoying the blissful sleep...it is heavenly...

i can distantly hear some crowd yelling, shouting and talking aloud...it seems, they dont want me to sleep....i have no clue why they want me to wake up....i am in heaven and dont want to miss the joy...as the whole feeling is heavenly...

the rain is on its way...its pouring down....the drizzles softly touched my cheeks...it is heavenly...

as i am enjoying the rain...it became flood...the water is on my face...chill is running down my body...i dont like it..it is no more heavenly...

i slowly opened my eyes...i saw something different...is this the true heaven where i see differently coloured walls, strange faces, some are worried, some are saying "yes she is there"??? who are these people...its not my home...not my room...the faces are not similar...oh this is heaven...again it is heavenly...

now i am forced to open my eyes...it seems, all the people from hell want to see me...i opened my eyes...i dont know them...but now i can identify one face..its my mom...but why is she is crying? i want to get up...i cant move...my hands and legs are dead...something warm is coming out of my nose.... my head is banging me badly...i want to go back to sleep...and i lied down again....it is heavenly....

i dont know where i am...i only remember that i was on my bike and this car suddenly hit me from back...i flew a few feet...i fell down...this heavy thing called helmet is thrown away from my head....and i am lying flat on the ground...it was heavenly...

note- this happened to me 2 years ago...i am receiving messages like..how am i...thanks all..am perfectly alright...i thought i would share this small experience. thats all...

Tom and Jerry on serious note

how many of you have not watched TOm and Jerry so far. None of you..right...it is a show which is liked by everyone and the fun in it is never ending. my mom is an ardent fan of the show and she calls it a stress buster!!
so...we all watch it and defintely give rest to our remote control when we see the show on CN.

now i see one such show in daily life. i see the game everyday and a mega show once in 2 months. but it is no fun. it involves tears, deaths, fierce, terror and what not..yes u got me right.

its been more than a couple of years and now we got used to it. some survey revealed that everyone Indian lives with a hope that "Ï will be safe and nothing will happen to me". May be this hope is letting us move on. but i say we are not game for such games. our politicians condemn (????) the blasts whenever they happen (woohha...which idiot in this world would appreciate???) then a compensation of Rs 2-3 lakh is declared to the dead one's family and 50k bucks to the those who suffer injuries. great.... a gift of Rs 50 lakhs for some achiever and Rs 2 lakh for death? how insane? ok..lets leave this point assuming that Indian treasury is running out of funds...

what about brains? what is Intelleigence department doing? Why are these blasts not common in other countries? Do u think terrorist have no interest in such palces...no..its because their moves are well observed. What happens with us?? The intelligence department hibernates and only the sound of blasts can wake them up. then they act smart, release the sketch of a suspect, put it everywhere and declare a prize money. isn;t that funny...they think we can find the suspect in the nearby supermarket buying eggs for his family?

we have enough intelligent brains. its just the system that need to be changed. we have been playing the same game since Independece. Its time to change the rules of the game and play smartly. no point in playing the same old word-building game on paper when you have lexicon with you!!!

i might sound radical but i have all the rights to react to what i am seeing.

Ganesh Puja

Ganesh Puja- a festival that always unites our families. I never missed Ganesh Puja in my whole life. Hence, like any other year , I was at home and joined my parents. My lil angel missed the puja as she coulnot get leave (sad :( ). I told my dad that I would join him for the shopping to buy the Idol, puja stuff and others. SO, we were out in the market. I bet, India is a hub for entertainment particularly on the days of festivals. The whole crowd is on the roads with colourful stuff being sold on the road side and people screaming at their pitch and many others bargaining at their best. I love to freak on roads during puja days and make sure even I buy everything. As usual, my dad asked me to bargain and buy the flowers. He asked me to get lotus flowers and gave me Rs5. I bought two and he got furious over my bragaining tactics, as they could have been bought for Re1 each. lol. I missed it and I thought I would prove my skills this time. So there was this banana leaves vendor and i asked him to give us some. now check my bargaining skills-

me- how much?

vendor- dus ka saat rupaya

me- dus ka saat rupaya kyo? dus ka dus rupaya me do na....

vendor- ehh??? memsaab...dus ka saat rupaya

me- nahi..bahut jyada hai. dus ka dus rupaya me do varna jaao..

vendor--ehh????

my dad - ehh?

another shopper- ehh??

hehe...i won the bargain and i thot i made the best deal when my dad shouted back at me, called me an idiot on the road and bought the stuff for Rs 7. He later asked me to shut my mouth while shopping and I was left with no other option. booohoo

I decorated the Mandap and did Puja. It is our ritual to do puja to our books as well. So, my mm asked me to get some of my books...i had only Catch 22 with me which i am reading right now. I asked my Dad if I could do Puja to my Passport for which he gave me a serious look and I again shut my mouth. I read the mantras and the story and felt happy to twist my tongue after a long time.

In the mean time, my mom prepared some 15 dishes. the usual Modak, tomato chutney, pulihora (tamarind rice), kheer, buurelu (a sweet dish) and many many many more.

No one can miss being at home during such occassions. We all wore the new dresses gifted by our angel. yeah she bought them for all of us with her first salary (I wonder, she grew up so fast and is earning..wow)

myself, dad and mom had fun, watched TV, talked for hours together, went for some shopping in the evening, visited friends and came back home.

This Ganesh Puja was certainly filled with fun and I am looking fwd to many more in the future.

May he shower blessings to all.....

waiting for the perfect man...

hhehee..couldnot stop laughing at this pic...its so funny..and so true...hahahaa..enjoy

lol...i know you will shoot me now... ;-)

everyman..at the end of the day just needs s..

I wrote this as I got furiously frustrated after seeing my friends crying their hearts -out. Hence I thought of writing something on men who seriously screwed their lives and thus this piece was born. After writing this I received many calls from my friends asking me to delete the post as they felt I am turning into some despo female. Oh no! i am not- not at all. I would never delete any of my writings as I write my mind. Enjoy this and let me know if you have some comments. No point in getting offended :) - chill buddies :)

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yes...i know you will screw me after reading the title and the content. but this is a universal fact. at the end of the day....all men want sex...i love this quote- "Indian men are like mice- always searching for holes". I know how true this is....i wanted to write this blog long back but thought ...no point in writing by generalising my individual perception. but recent conversations with some of my buddies triggered my thought and i am penning it down.

recently one of my friends had a break up and the basis for it is...s--, which they fondly call it love making. i dont understand the difference????? the girl was quite resistant and the boy couldnot help it out but call it quits...wow...can anyone see the intensity of love in this affair???? ahhh...

another friend of mine found her new love and she has all the happiness in this world. she wanted to marry him and vice-versa. she is all gearded up for the wedding prep when suddenly this guy popped up with a not-so-interesting proposal- s-- before marriage! he wants to check the compatibility on bed???? comon give me some space to take breath...what the hell is this? why you call it love?

some men just want it and they can go to any extent..impress u...flatter u....say u r the most beautiful one (i know they will forget aishwarya and anjelina for sometime)....u r an angel (genetically??) u r a darling...god's gift...the most precious...and whatever...despite knowing the fact that she is none of them....

and i believe girls r big fools...they instantly become paros and lailas once the devdas and majnus utter these words. whatever man...atleaat in my life...i haven't come across one single man who is genuine by heart and loves someone....everyman at the end of the day wants just s-- and nothing else...

GROW UP!!!

I bet on my blog...

the Day that I can never forget

Its been ages since I cut a cake on my name. I did celebrate many of my friends' bdays. gifted and threw surprise parties and did alot'to make everyone happy. But I hardly remember anyone who did anything for me. Thats fine. I have no expectations. Hence I thought my bday this year would be just like any other year, getting calls and msgs starting from 12 midnight and getting up in the morning, fresh up, wear new clothes, go to temple and distribute sweets, and then have lunch and take rest or work and then a simple dinner and say bye bye to the day.

So, came the day when the celebrations were about to start. it was my roomy's bday the previosu day. Hence we got a chance to have double celebrations which lasted for 48 hours. we partied the whole evening at 10D and had a blast. we made the DJ announce the name of our roomy and requested him to play songs for us. the party lasted for 3 hours and we were dancing and suddenly i hear my name being announced by DJ and my whole gang is lifting me up. Wow, i never imagined this would happen and everyone started wishing me. I could not stop my joy. I received the first call from the expected person and my inbox started flooding with msgs. WOw, this is something to enjoy. The party lasted till late night and then we went on to cut the most awaited cake. after smearing and eating it, we went to our usual adda, the idli- poori joint where we can relish hot idlis, dosas and pooris during late hours. i bet one must experience the thrill of having steaming hot idlis in the cold nights.

we were exahusted enough to move on and went back to our respective nests to take a cat-nap. the rays of sun awoke all of us and yes we are together again. we partied the whole day. played TT, badminton, i did go karting, and then swam in the pool for sometime and had lotsa- lotsa fun. i never knew life would be so cheerful and happy with loved ones around. i couldnt have asked for more. everyhting was surprise to me and I swear i am the luckiest to have my gang with me. i felt the day could get extended by 20 more hours so the fun would contninue. but alas, the night broke in and we had to take leave from each other.

i came home with an unbelievable mind that kept reminding me that this is the day that i can never forget in my life. A day that taught me that people love us in various ways. A day that taught me the value of friendship. A day that taught me everything!

I thank everyone who called, messaged, mailed and scrapped wishes and i love you all from the core of my heart!

I can never forget this Day. thank you all for wishing me :)

lots of lots of love to you............

Note: Speacial thanks to B, H, T, TP and S for being with me and making my day special and sweet. Love ya...

i lose everything

i think of something- it goes away from my hands

i like something- it goes away from my hands

i love something- it goes away from my hands

each time- i stay away from everything yet they come my way-

i try to think about it, like it and love it ---only to realise that it is no more with me

let it be a bag or shoes or book or my vehicle or the most loved person-

finally i lose everything!

One-Night-Stand

"All I cant stand is... One-Night-Stand", says love guru aka apun ka Salman bhai in Partner. The sentence was too catchy and I immediately thought of writing a blog on it. I am already "in"famous for my bold nature and gutsy writing where I am criticised for making arrow-like statements which poke people in many different ways. But I dont care - as I want to write and this is my blog! So have fun reading this.

I asked some people about their reaction to a proposal of one-night-stand (henceforth i shall call it 'ons'). before revealing the response, I would like to say something about this concept. Thanks to google, I could gather some info and could get educated about this new concept. I feel it is more westernised but when it comes to an individual thing, it is global. Whatever! so ons has nothing to do with emotions and it is like -u meet someone, u go ahead and then u forget. Guilt plays no role and relationships never exist. So, it is something that has to do just with the physical desires and which is quite short term.

Now the opinions- i have asked some people about how would they react if someone proposes them for ons or if they want to propose someone else. and to my surprise, i got a mixed but quite an exciting response from everyone. I couldnot stop myself from appreciating all these people for their thoughts and also felt happy as this piece of write-up could be yet another jewel in my blog.

few guys said they dont mind going ahead if the female is smart and is interested. they opine that ons is not sin and there is no harm in going ahead if both the partners are ineterested. few of them said they would never go as they would prefer to have longterm relationships rather than having ons and experience something emotionless. few said they never got a chance and would neither dare to ask. they are also hesitant to go and are quite indifferent about the issue. but majority of the guys are not bothered and see no harm in going for ons. thats quite exciting to read.

now its time for girls. i was a bit hesitant to ask girls as they might get hurt. but surprisingly, i received a genuine response even from the girls and my happiness knew no bounds. most of the girls say they dont mind going ahead (wow!) but they should like him, get impresed and make sure he wouldnot make fuss after-math. true infact. they support their opinion by saying that they dont mind going ahead if they feel secure. hmmm impressive statement. while some girls reacted shockingly and they are like NO WAY...

so this is it..what do u say? let me know your opinion...

Kudos to Bindra

I dont know who Abhinav Bindra is. I heard of him but have forgotten what he is upto. I am not much into sports..rather not at all into the thing...

The olympics always excite me as they have much for the global audience and bring everyone under one roof. Though Indians dont make a mark, we manage to win atleast one medal a year and come back. So, this year also, I am in a hope to win atleast one and come back. Mind here, I never blame the players, as they whole-heartedly put their efforts. If they are failing, it is because of the minimal or no support that they receive ( I assume so).

Ok, let me be optimistic now. Today, my colleague informed me that India won a gold medal. I am like "wow finally" and ofcourse its an amazing start. So, immediately logged onto one of the news channels online and read the news. Abhinav's pic is on the front page and he is behind the rifle. I found him smart, handsome and ofcourse could visualise a halo behind him which is enhancing his charm and charishma.

I rushed into the news room to watch the news and found the news reader reading the news of Mr Bindra. I instantly received goose bumps when I saw Indian flag being hoisted with the ever green national Anthem being played at the backdrop. I stood up as a mark of respect for the nation and could see the winning spree in Abhinav's face. I felt proud of being Indian and I am proud of being Indian..

Kudos to this young chap. Hope to see more medals in the coming event.

Let us all cheer for our mother land...

Win India Win

where is water?

"Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink"

everyone knows this and I whole-heartedly appreciate Samuel Taylor Coleridge for making it so popular through his creation The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner. Though he has written these words for the sake of rhythm, the phrase has become quite popular in the recent times in many ways. Now i am going to show you how...get hooked to your monitors.

since my childhood, i have been very lucky to be placed in such areas where water was not at all a problem. i have always wondered how people complain about water scarcity while all these years i have been getting water 24x7. just twist the tap and the flood is on. crazy people and lucky me!!!

now in this women's hostel, i was promised that there is water supply 24x7 and no issues with it. wow, i was excited to find a corner in this metro where i can get the water just by touching the tap. again -crazy people and lucky me!!!

ok..now the scene begins..since two days, there has been scarcity in our hostel. no water!! but how? why? when can i get my bucket full of water? yesterday morning i got fresh and came down stairs to pack my lunch and discovered that the dhobi was yelling at everyone as there is no water. (how? i got it in my room...anyways am not bothered...)....in the evening i went to my room and could find half a bucket water and got fresh and again felt happy over my luck.

and then started my struggle. this morning, there was almost a chaos in my room and my roomy and some other girls were debating over the water scarcity. i generally get up at 8.30 am when my roomy was gone. but thanks to the phone call from this friend of mine which made me get up by 7.30 itself. i was like awwww...and decided to get ready and go to office early. and then geared up to get fresh and was stumped by the water in the washroom. there was no water and no power...somehow i could manage a bucket full of water and got fresh and came down to the canteen...just to find a fleet of girls yelling at the hostel people over no water and how would they go to office? well, thank god i could manage atleast a bucket full of water and also saved another bucket. i realised that just ten minutes ago the water supply completely stopped and there is no single drop for other girls!!!

how willl they go to office? how will they clean their dishes? what will they wear from tomorrow? oh my god, the thought shivered me badly and then i realised that i am no exception in this world. i was just lucky enough to be a bit fast in doing things.

so, the problem has started again and i bet the metro is going to see hard times the coming summer. thanks to no rains and severe heat. i need to get transfered to some other place and see that i am safe (no i cant be so selfish) :(

lets save water..thats all we can do as of now as we have already acted pricey!!

boohooo..

my quotes

if u r in my gtalk list...u would definitely appreciate me for my captions...yeah and i am proud of myself...coz..i write most of them on my own...
so am penning down some of them for my readers as well...enjoy buddies..

1) you may not feel my presence..but you will feel my absence for sure..
2) you may read me well..but fail to understand
3) am neither feminist nor lesbian..yet i hate "indian men"
4) i never plan to elope..coz i am too lazy to run
5) my life is mine and am not answerable to anyone
6) infatuation is like a fresh coke bottle..it is quite tasty initially but will lose all the essence as it goes further
7) its not that we dont have time for anyone..its just that our priorities change from time to time
8) i dont see any smart, handsome and charismatic men infront of me....coz all of them are behind me
9) unlike other women i would never say that there are many men falling for me..rather i would say there are many men who support me
10) i dont wear jewels..coz i wear attitude which is more than anything
11) though rocks are there...waves continue their journey
though hills are there...rain continues to fall
though hurdles are there..lets continue our friendship

oh i am not getting others right now..but shall post once they get into my mind...
but last but not the least...this is my fav which got many votes...

12) Sensex and sex are two things in which men are undoubtedly interested

ok now post your quotes....

bought the head ache...urrrggggg

yes you got it right...I no... We bought the headache yesterday..and the cost of the headache is just Rs 100/ head. after trying for nearly a couple of weeks, standing in queues and quitting affter we lost patience, our gang decided to watch the much hyped and successfully running (???) so called blockbuster DASAVATARAM....

i still remember the day when my sis called me up in an exciting sound just to inform me how she was overwhelmed after watching movie and given a chance she would watch again in the consecutive show...i was like..oh lady i missed it but would defintely watch it...

and yesterday night was the time when our gang finally decided that we would go back to our places only after watching this movie..fially we bought tickets for 100 each and enetred the movie theater. by the time we entered, kamal was on the screen and for nearly 10 minutes the scenes were breathe taking and the music was senidng shivers in our bodies..i was wow..i missed this fun all these days...

and then started the ASLI magic....slowly there were more and more Kamals...we had no clue why so many of them and we were completely in a mindset that may be all these were interlinked...ok...let us check it...!!!!!

and slowly i realised that i wasnt understanding anything and it was out of my mind that i am watching a much hyped movie which is getting all the possible exclamations of this world..
and the time reached when i was eagerly waiting for the interval...it wasnt coming but some unknown characters and loud sound were simply annoying me from all around...and we were totally pulling ourselves from the seats..finally, the much awaited break has come and we came out...all of us were in silence and dint speak except staring at each other...and then finally kicked bobby for his idea of watching this movie on this beautiful evening. i was very adamant that i would get out of the theatre but the rest of the gang was curious to know what would happen...so i had to accept the forceful torture for 90 more min.

and finally the movie was over and we came out...just to curse everything...

why does kamal at this age and stage of his career, wants to prove his talent? it is a universal fact that Kamal is extremely talented and i was quite dissapointed over the movie. somehow, i felt this is one of the worst movies i have ever watched and for a man of his calibre i feel this is very low..

I hope someone would take care of this note and also the fact that the audience is not fools to watch whatever is being screened. The world is changing man...realise!!!!!!!

Note: THIS IS MY PERSONAL OPINION

fun on island!!!!

AMisha and Hrithik are left on island, all alone, had no food and had nothing to wear...they stay there..eventually fall in love and come back to the city...Wow...its so nice to see and imagine the same with oneself..so..in that heat..for sometime i always wrote in slambooks as "being at lonely islands" is my favourite holiday spot (as if i have ever been there!!! huh...teenage affect)....

so when i was going to phuket, i imagined myself in the skin of ameesha ofcourse sans hrithik and thought that i would be spending my time on some island and would have fun. finally, i landed in phuket (the flight was terrible though ajju enjoyed the turbulance and the roller coaster ride) and came out of the airport and saw huge traffic, buildings, shopping malls, and conrete jungle..is this an island? then why were hrithink and ameesha alone? why are ram charan and neha alone in CHiruta (chiruta is a latest telugu movie where the hero and heroine enjoy the same freedom as knph guys)...

what am i doing here in another city? why am i with ajju? (i know ajju will kill me now) ...

we were on patong beach and ajju was quite excited but i wasnt- as i felt vizag beach was much similar and may be even more beautiful..anyways...patong has its own beauty

...me and ajju did some parasailing stints and i admit...i had whale of time doing it...

then the second day, we went for island hopping, we snorkelled, and what not....ajju was constatntly claiming that she cannot swim...but surprise..suprise...she swam continuosly for 1 hour and did some shopping offshore while snorkelling...she came back to the boat with loads of white sand and sea shells, corals and some dead animals (she says they r for souvenir..may god save her friends)......all the islands were crowded, equally polluted, densely populated....it was not at all knph scene...guys dont get cheated and carried away by the movies...

and yeah...i would definitely say that of you are out of such imagination and see the reality, then phuket is a place worth watching once in life and obviously with the loved ones (i hope u r getting my point here..lol)...

and the proud moment for me and ajju was ..when we realised that we were the only TWO GIRLS who visited the island...rest all of the visitors were either in families, couples or teams of guys....

Hurray...we did it..thanks ajju...

So do visit phuket...and let me know.... ;-)