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How can something wrong feel so right? How can something you always warned everyone else against, hit you right in the face and make you like it? How is it that even if you know all the risks about something and the possibilities of bad endings,  you are still capable of overlooking it? The mind is funny that way isn’t it? It thinks logically and makes a lot of plans for you – gives you do’s and dont’s too; but when the time comes to apply them – it just shuts off! And all you can feel is this warm gooey feeling all over you, which just doesn’t let you pacify your brain into thinking again. We take the chances, go against the odds and hope that everything works out even though we’ve warned several other people from doing the same.  But then again, just about when that warm gooey feeling is taking you into an entirely different world and making you feel great, your brain decides to make an appearance qnd whispers out the dangers to you. What are you supposed to do then? Ignore that little voice and continue feeling great? Or think logically – stop it if there are chances of you getting hurt? How do you stand by and watch as your brain then gets split into two halves – one arguing logically and the other one being more appealing. Yes, in most cases we will go against the odds anyway because letting go of a good opportunity for contingent problems seems unreasonable – even to the mind. So here I am, hoping despite all the evidence that it’s worth the risk and that it works out somehow.

The best week of my life!!


Okay so last Sunday I was a calm and content individual with not much to look forward to in the future. If you know me, calm and content almost never happens with me. But it was so, because we had just finished ACME 2013 – my college’s annual commerce fest. Since I am in 2nd year BCom, I got to play a major role and the entire month of January was wonderful for me as I got to bunk classes, do research, meet new people, interact with my seniors, organize mock rounds, get sponsors and a lot more. I thoroughly enjoyed myself and it was supposed to be the best time of my life (and it was at that time, as this week hadn’t happened). It all came to an end on 2nd February (which was last Saturday) and so Sunday morning I sat at home – calm and content – with nothing much to look forward to. There was something I dreaded and that was my CA IPCC results. It was practically my first attempt (since I didn’t study last time) and that was supposed to come out somewhere around the 8th of February. Now I wasn’t too sure of passing and as the result date came closer, there was a sinking feeling in my stomach. But last Sunday I didn’t think about it much; I only thought about the vast expanse of unplanned time ahead of me and what I could do with it. As I sat thinking, I got a call from the Secretary of Commerce Association of my college. Wondering if I had left anything unfinished from the post-ACME work, I picked up his call. But what he had called to tell me was, that I had been selected for Samanvaya 2013 – the commerce fest of the reputed Jain University, Bangalore. Now this was my first outstation fest and Samanvaya is known to be one of the toughest fests in the state. And since I had just finished one whole month of preparing for our own fest, I didn’t really have the energy to go for one more fest. But since it was an opportunity to go for an outstation fest, I knew I couldn’t say no. So I said yes, and went online to hunt for the fest’s site and its prelims. But what did I find instead? That my IPCC results would be out on 5th February! And as the fest was on 6th and 7th, I would be leaving then! The next day was spent entirely in turmoil as I fretted about what shoes I would wear, how I would fare in the fest, what my results would be, etc. I also didn’t have a laptop and as I was tired of borrowing, I decided to go buy a laptop. My parents agreed and I went to the DELL showroom. But since the model I was looking for wasn’t in stock, I was told that the best I could do was to take a smaller alternative model with me and collect it when I came back. So I got a second-hand laptop with me and when I went back to college – voila! We were supposed to leave that very night, instead of the next night. If you’re wondering why the plan got changed suddenly – it didn’t; everyone just conveniently forgot to tell me about it! Feeling very welcomed in the group, I set off to Bangalore that night prepared to meet my doom the next day. When we reached Bangalore, I got a very confusing prelim and just as I began to get a direction for my prelim report – I realized I didn’t have my IPCC hall ticket with me. When I called up home, my mom said she couldn’t find it. To make matters worse, the CA institute in my city was having a national conference that day and hence was closed. If it hadn’t been I could have retrieved my hall ticket number from them. So I called the regional head – the Chennai Institute. But after a  non-cooperative response from there, I gave up. I figured I would find out my results only when the marks card came home 2 weeks later. After sitting dejectedly for a while, I decided to give it one last shot. I called the Board of Studies - Center for CA Exams in Delhi and – tadaa! they happened to have it! After giving them a few details I got my hall ticket number and I was so relived. I knew I had a lot of work to do but I decided to take a nap just about then. My brain just didn’t seem to function when my results were about to be announced. Unfortunately I overslept and was woken up only when my phone rang – which happened to be a call telling me that my results were out. As I switched on my laptop and went to the site, my hands were shaking and I had to repeat the entry of  details a couple of times. When the page finally loaded, there was a moment of silence and then everyone was screaming all at once because – yes – I had passed!! :D But the happiness was short lived as we all had to submit our prelim reports for the fest that night. In the sudden rush of happiness that followed, I completed my overnight amidst all the calls from my family and friends. After very little sleep I got up to face the fest which led on to another two days filled with reports and presentations, fun and stress, challenges and excitement – basically the whole experience of festing. I am not going into the details of those days, but after two days of lack of sleep and hunger – I actually won my individual event!! I secured first place in my very first outstation fest – one that I wasn’t even willing to attend in the first place. :P After one extra day of pure majja we got back home, where I had my brand new laptop waiting for me. A few other things happened on my last day in Bangalore which I am not comfortable disclosing on this blog, but all in all – it was a perfect week!! Winning my first outstation fest, clearing IPCC and getting my first laptop – has got to qualify for the best week of my life! :D

Movie Review: Matru ki Bijlee ka Mandola


Produced by: Vishal Bharadwaj, Fox studios
Directed by: Vishal Bharadwaj
Story by: Vishal Bharadwaj, Abhishek Chaubey
Starring: Pankaj Kapoor, Shabana Azmi, Imran Khan, Anushka Sharma and Arya Babbar

 

 

 

 

 

 

I kick-started my passion for movies with Matru ki Bijlee ka Mandola and after having practically lost hope in Hindi Cinema in 2012, this movie finally proved to me why I used to have undying faith in this industry. Because in between all the masala packed, nonsensical maar-dhad movies you will find a movie like Matru ki Bijlee ka Mandola.
And no, it is not a political sattire on the electricity crisis – but anyone who watched the trailer would be able to establish that, with its colourful songs and the infamous pink bhains. What it really is about is a bloke called Matru who works for the rich drunk Mandola and is in love with Mandola’s daughter Bijlee. Bijlee in turn, wants to get married to Badal (ironic, I know) who is the son of wealthy politician Chaudhari Devi who loves to flirt with her samdhi Mandola. Yes, its one big happy family until Mandola begins to sabotage his industrial career and Chaudhari Devi’s political career every time he gets drunk. We then begin to go deeper into the traumatic lives of all these people and who they really are beneath the appearances they put up.
So much for the plot. Sounds interesting doesn’t it? Well this is just the cream of the cake and I don’t want to dig deeper and spoil it for you. Coming to the direction – Vishal Bharadwaj has outdone himself yet again, by combining a happy go lucky atmosphere that prevails throughout the movie with a much more serious real life plot. There are minor flaws in the direction which I would prefer to overlook because I basically enjoyed the movie through and through. The acting was phenomenal – with Pankaj Kapoor and Shabana Azmi setting the standard with their remarkable acting skills. Shabana Azmi more than Pankaj Kapoor, because I have never seen her in a role like this one. Imran Khan proves that his roots are closely linked to Mr. Perfectionist and Arya Babbar performs well in every third scene or so. But he still does a good job for a first timer, though I would say that he still has a long way to go. But he may not lose hope seeing how Imran Khan has come a really long way since his first movie. The way he shows multiple sides of his character with completely ease is commendable. Anushka Sharma though is a bit of a let down, as she is barely there for most of the movie but proves her metal in the climax where she has a pivotal role. The dialogues on the other hand, are refreshing and wonderfully witty. All in all this is a well thought-out and well executed movie which you must not miss.

Baby-in-line?


What do you do when you are waiting in line for something and you land up next to a baby and its mother? Babies are always adorable, especially the round, chubby ones. but you never know how close you should get to the baby. If you get too close and start playing with the baby the moms might get offended and think you’re a baby-napper or something. But if you don’t show an adequate amount of interest in the baby, the mum gives you this look that says, “what? You don’t think my baby isn’t cute enough for you?” Also, babies are very sensitive. Sometimes when you just look into their eyes they get all excited and start giggling happily but sometimes the same look can get a baby to start wailing in the middle of a super market. And when that happens, everyone around glares at you as if it was your mistake for not understanding ‘baby-language’. I remember this one time there was a baby sitting next to me in a movie theater – about 9 or 10 months maybe. Initially I didn’t even notice her – yes, she was that quiet! But during the second half of the movie she grabbed a tiny tuft of my hair and started patting my shoulder. I smiled at the mom politely and went back to the movie. But then she wrapped her tiny little hand around my little finger and that nearly brought me to tears. She was just so beautiful that for the rest of the movie I couldn’t help playing with her and tickling her. (Well the movie wasn’t that great anyway) after a while she was practically in my seat so I just lifted her and took her in my arms. That is when I saw the mum again. She was giving me that look I give people when they steal my popcorn. Feeling intimidated, I felt like shouting, ‘ hey lady! I’m not stealing your popcorn! I’m just taking your baby!’ Then this other time when I was waiting for my turn in the parlor, there was a baby again who kept drawing my attention. But this time I remembered the movie theater incident and decided to keep my distance. But unfortunately this time I think the mom wanted to show her little baby off to strangers and didn’t like the fact that I was barely showing attention. Now I really feel stuck when the baby-next-to-you situation comes up. Also when the babies are this young, it means that the mom just went through pregnancy and labor not very long ago and has probably not been getting enough sleep since then. So interpreting these glares from moms is even more trying than interpreting baby signs. So what do you do when there’s a baby in line? :O 

Happy Birthday To Me


I’m turning 19 this year and frankly I wasn’t very excited about my upcoming birthday this year. For all eighteen birthdays till now, I’ve been over the moon when it comes to my birthday. But for some reason.. this year I wasn’t that into it. I guess those are the fatal signs of growing up :-\ When we were talking about this, my friend managed to describe birthday blues in most accurate way possible. Remember when we were in school and we would have to stand in front of the class on our birthday while all the other kids sang happy birthday? Being the birthday kid I would feel so out of place because a pair of 60 eyes would be focused on me and I would have no idea as to how I was supposed to behave. Of course, there were some kids who absolutely loved the attention, but us shy kids would be on the verge of running out of class or maybe hiding under a table. And ever since then, the day before my birthday became a terrifying day for me. I’ve always hated being in the limelight and this time the birthday blues are as worse as they can get. Initially I was in the ‘I couldn’t care less about my birthday’ phase but as the day drew closer I couldn’t help but get excited. I didn’t have anything planned for my birthday and that is why I started feeling a little low about it. But the last thing I wanted to do was to be sad on my birthday. So I knew I had to do something to lift my spirits. Of course, the first answer was shopping! (Obviously) and that definitely did a huge part in getting me to be excited about birthday. But I wanted to do something more, something special and something just for me. For over a week I hunted for and idea and I finally found it. Fish spa! :-D though I’ve been to a fish spa before, I had never been to one in my hometown. But a fish spa recently opened here and I knew it was the perfect option for me. Initially it sort of got cancelled but at the very last moment it was back on! So I’m sitting here now, half way to heaven – what with my feet getting the royal treatment and all.

I spent 20 minutes looking at the tiny fishes hovering around my feet and legs and now I’m getting a pedicure done. And when you haven’t had the chance to get a pedicure done in ages, it really comes close to being heaven! Add getting an hour to yourself without any disturbances and using it to write, it does become heaven!

Blink and its gone


Okay so I admit I got lazy and gave up on my blog for a long time. Yes, I took a break from blogging citing studying and emotional upheaval as my main reasons.When I look back, that sounds stupid because writing would have probably made it easier for me to get through a few tough days and it would have been a stress buster during continuous studying sessions as well. But at that time, I didn’t feel inspired to write and I’ve never written a word without some inspiration. And so I didn’t. But now things are different. I was a good writer, on the route to be a better writer and I don’t want to give that up. I might be a little rusty, my content might not be very good and my blog may not be getting many views, but I told myself that I would continue to write no matter what. So yeah, I’m still uninspired and on most days I force myself to write. I set targets and make myself accomplish them. But though my posts aren’t very creative or innovative, it still makes me happy when I write. And I think that’s the first step and the creativity will slowly come back. I really hope I don’t give up on it this time. And as of now I am using every last ounce of willpower to make myself stick to this blog. And I read somewhere that you only have a certain amount of willpower to use everyday. If you use it to keep yourself on a diet in the morning, you will have no willpower left to study in the evening. So at the risk of putting on a few extra pounds, I am using all my willpower to keep writing. In order to help myself write I’ve taken these tiny steps right now:

  • I keep memos and reminders on my phone and around my room
  • I’ve set aside an hour every night to write
  • I installed the WordPress app on my phone so that I can write anywhere
  • I am using the following sites to get some inspiration

Inspiration Monday

750words.com

oneword.com

And the problems I am currently facing are:

  • I can feel my hold on grammar and punctuation slipping
  • I desperately need to go back to typing class (God I am so slow!)
  • I can never get a good and catchy title
  • I don’t seem to be getting much traffic – the comments and suggestions to my posts would really keep me going before
  • I do not want to use a picture from google to support my posts anymore, but I pretty much suck at clicking photos (also my phone only has a 3 mega pixel camera)
  • Before, a lot of my posts would involve things that happened around me. I’ve been sitting at home for the past month and a half because of exams and I barely go out – so I have nothing to write about from my surroundings
  • which brings me back to the problem of inspiration

So, I’m dealing with these things for now. But another thing that has been bugging me is how much change that has happened since I was last here. When I logged into wordpress after around 6 months, the site itself took me by shock. Well all the changes with the site are good and technology does change fast, but it feels so horrible when I don’t know how to use a few features which used to be at the tip of my fingers before. The wordpress people have sort of shuffled my dashboard around and it looks terrific but I just don’t know how to use it properly anymore. That makes me feel sooo old – and I’m just 18! Plus, I see that what happened to me has also happened to a lot of other people. When I visited a few of my favorite blogs, I noticed that the bloggers had been absent for a while and most of them had been caught up in work, school and life in general. Its so sad to see such good writers, take a break from writing. Seeing these blogs in this state is sort of making it a little hard for me to keep writing. But nevertheless, my brain has now split into 2 halves. One which ensures I keep writing and the other is the meek and cowardly writer who is just about coming out of hiding and is sprinkling some confidence and creativity over me. Also, another problem I forgot to mention, is that I have a hard time coming up with a good close for  my posts. For example, I’ve said all I had to say in this post and I have no idea how to close it now. But I think leaving you hanging is slightly better than me continuing to ramble on and on about the same topic. So, that’s all folks. I’m done.

Diya jale, jaan jale – Happy Diwali!


It is that time of the year again! Yes, the festival of lights is back! Hindus all over the globe are cleaning their homes, lighting diyas all around the house, distributing sweets, buying new clothes and having the time of their lives. This festival marks mainly the return of King Rama of Ayodhya after 14 years of exile. It is said that when their King returned home, the citizens of Ayodhya lit up their homes with lamps to mark his return. Ever since, Diwali has been celebrated. Other important aspects of Diwali include, Lakshmi Puja, Naraka Chaturdhashi, Dhan Teras, etc. (no I am not explaining all that. There is something called wikipedia meant for that ;) ) The most important part of this festival though, is undoubtedly the lighting of lamps. So if you could just stop and think for a minute, do lighting of lamps also involve lighting firecrackers? Of course, they are an immense source of light; but they are a bigger source of noise and air pollution than of light. We have our simple, innocent and harmless diyas to provide light. And we cannot forget the electric lights that we can put up to provide extra lighting in place of fire crackers.

Diwali might be one of the most auspicious festivals for us, but I think being a bit environmental friendly is more auspicious than getting carried away by the festivities. During Diwali the level of sulphur dioxide in air rises by 200 per cent. In addition to this, carbon monoxide, nitrous oxide, sulphur dioxide and other elements like chromium, cadmium and mercury are released during the bursting of fire crackers. The crackers contain harmful chemicals such as lead, magnesium, zinc and copper all of which release toxic fumes when burnt and cause pollution. This is one of the major causes for ozone depletion as well. Do we really want to live in an environment where we are inhaling so many toxic fumes? Celebrations are necessary, but in light of the current environmental wreckage we need to tone down the celebrations a little. Lets try and celebrate diwali in a more eco friendly way from now on. For me, this is the 8th year without crackers. Instead, I light diyas around my house, put a rangoli, distribute sweets, and spend my entire cracker allowance on shopping! ;) For those of you who have already stopped using crackers, lets try and spread the message; and for those of you who haven’t, how about you start trying now?

This is what I did in my house, post links of your diwali pictures in the comments below and I’ll upload them here.

:)


This is what Bharath Rao sent me :)

The Key To Dying


I lay awake most nights, thinking about him. Wondering how he actually did it. Thinking about it is different, I’ve done that a million times; maybe even before him. But actually mustering up the courage to do it, well that is something I can’t figure out. How did he do it? I wonder..

Here I am, lying awake yet again; thinking about him. How did he lie there? Wasn’t .. he .. scared? How did he …. ?

…

HUH? What just happened? I guess I must have fallen asleep. But I swear I heard something. Someone, perhaps.. ‘Hello? Is anyone there?’

‘Yes Ricky, I’m here.’

‘Sam? What are you doing here? I thought you were dead.’

‘I am dead. But you keep thinking about me all the time. So I had to come back and answer your questions.’

‘Oh.. all right.. then tell me.. how did you do it?’

‘The key to dying Ricky, is to die on the inside first. If you are going to be thinking about mom, dad and Jo when you have a knife to your throat, you will never be able to do it. You have to be dead inside. Your senses must be dead. You should learn not to care about them, about life. You should be convinced that whatever comes afterwards is better. Or you won’t be able to do it Ricky.’

‘Dead on the inside? So you didn’t think about me before you slit your throat? You didn’t think of mom and dad crying all day? Why Sam? Didn’t you love us anymore?’

‘I did love you Ricky. And I will always love you guys. I realize that now. But like I said, you have to be dead on the inside. So that day, when I decided to do it, I didn’t realize that I loved you.’

‘Do you think I should do it Sam? I hate living in a house that mourns your death every day.They have forgotten about Jo and me. Even Jo and I have forgotten about ourselves. And you will be there for me when I do it, won’t you Sam? So it won’t be that bad right?’

…

‘Sam! Don’t just stand there and smile! TELL ME! WILL YOU BE THERE FOR ME IF I DO IT? SAM I NEED YOU TO ANSWER ME! TELL ME SAM! TELL ME! SAM!’

‘Ricky?’

‘Is it better on the other side Sam? Is it better than this life?’

‘Ricky?’

‘I need to know Sam, I really need to know!!’

‘Ricky?’

‘Sam’

‘Ricky? RICKY?’

‘Sam?’

‘Ricky! Wake up!! Its me – mom’

‘Mom?’

I opened my eyes. She was standing there, teary eyed.

‘He .. he.. is gone Ricky. He’s .. been .. gone .. a .. a .. a .. long time.’

As she broke into a sob, I hugged her tightly. I don’t know how he did it. I can’t be dead inside. I can’t forget I love these people. I just can’t.

‘I love you mom.’

Inspiration Monday

Inspiration Monday (InMon) is a weekly writing challenge designed to spark your imagination. Every Monday, five vague writing prompts are posted, with which you can do anything you like.  The rules are as strict or as loose as the participants choose, and genius inevitably ensues. This post was a result of an InMon prompt.

Movie review: Skyfall (007)


Produced by: Michael G Wilson

Directed by: Sam Mendes

Story by: Neal Purvis, Robert Wade, John Logan

Starring: Daniel Craig, Judi Dench

 

 

 

 

 

 

The movie starts out with a typical Bond chase which takes place in Turkey, I think. And though we don’t know what Bond is up to, we still watch eagerly as he runs behind the bad guy, chases him over rooftops and trains, damages half the city and engages in varied number of fight sequences. And at the end of it all, he dies. Yes, James Bond gets shot by another agent and he dies. But of course, we all know that he can’t actually die and we wait and watch to find out what’s actually happening. The scene then shifts to M. And it turns out that the guy Bond was chasing, had a file which contained information of all the secret agents who were working undercover, most of them being placed in dangerous locations. Knowing that the person who had the file would soon expose these agents, M has to act fast. At the very same time, there is a security breach in the network of the secret service, and MI6 is bombed. Bond, who was vacationing on some beach till this point, decides to come back. And the rest of the movie follows how Bond and M uncover the identity of the person who has the file and has hacked into their network.
The movie is absolutely thrilling, with not a single moment of boredom. You blink, and you miss something. It really keeps the audience engaged till the very end. It has those moments where you think all is well and the movie is over but then suddenly there is a new twist in the story. The direction, action, acting, etc are impeccable of course, and Daniel Craig has outdone himself yet again. The dialogues are simply Bond-like; witty and quick. My favorite is when Bond is asked, ‘what is your hobby?’ And his quick reply is, ‘resurrection’. All in all, it is a typical Bond movie which has all the gadgets and the girls, but there is also something very unconventional about this movie, especially the climax. Something Bond fans will thoroughly enjoy and want to go back to, every now and then. In short, its a must watch!

Little perks of life


Living right next to your school always has its advantages. When my dad was a boy, his house was right in front of his school. And he says that he could see his classroom and the staff room from his dining table itself. So he wouldn’t leave for school till he saw his teacher getting out of the staffroom and he would still make it to class on time. I live right behind my school. And though my dad stayed in an independent house, I live in a flat. I can see my primary school playground from my room and the roof of the rest of the school. Though I couldn’t see my teacher getting out of the staffroom, I could here the bell loud and clear from home, so I wouldn’t leave till I absolutely had to. Also many a time, my parents have stood in the balcony and waved out to me and the rest of my class when we had p.t. And when you are 10 or 11 years old.. that’s quite a thrill to you!

Of course, once I got out of school none of those applied to me. And since I start college earlier than school and finish later than the school, when I’m home I only get to see a quiet building from my room which hardly qualifies for a school. But the days I have off, I am often woken up by the shrieking pre-teens singing during the morning prayer! They murder the national anthem every single day when they sing it and I keep asking my mom if we were that horrible when we were in school!! She tells me that we were worse every single time!! :/
Then as the day progresses, I can sometimes hear some of my teachers screaming in class.. and no, my flat is not that close to the classrooms – its a good 10 feet above – my teachers were just that loud. They are probably the reason I’m a little hard of hearing today. And not all the loud music I constantly listen to as my mom seems to think. Sheesh ma!
During recess I look at the kids playing in the ground. When I see a bunch of 3 girls walking hand in hand, I think of my two best friends and me. When I see a larger bunch of girls glaring at these 3 girls I remember all the girls I used to hate. I see them playing the same games I used to, laughing and shouting just as I used to. Nostalgia, I tell you!
When I feel really low and can’t get myself out of my bed I go and watch these kids. And for some unexplanable reason – it gives me inspiration.
There are also a few other perks like being able to watch all the school cultural events that take place on the ground, watching them march on sports day etc. Also, since there is a bell every 40 minutes, it really helps me keep track of time when I’m studying!
So I thought these were the advantages of staying near your school. But today I discovered another advantage. As I was walking home today, I had to pass by my school (as usual) but since its a working day for them, for once I actually got to see little girls sitting in class instead of seeing empty classrooms which is what I normally see when I go home from college. Today I saw my eigth grade teacher teaching her class. And though the’ve changed the uniforms, the colour of the buildings and the principal since I was there, most of the teachers are still the same. And so I could see her instructing the little girls and yelling at one or two naughty ones just as she would yell at me. She had a very quirky way of yelling at you, which made you want to laugh but you couldn’t because your teacher was yelling at you! I saw the same expression on her face after so many years. All I wanted to do at that moment was to rush into her class and hug her. But then I figured it would be slightly awkward if I did that! So you see.. staying near your school always has its advantages.

Looking Out Of The Window: A Little Perspective


Do you remember which window she would look out of? The one in her classroom which overlooked the ground? The one that somehow always gave her hope? If not, here is a little recap:

Looking out of the window

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So years changed, classes changed. And she moved up the ladder of education leaving her window behind. There was no window this year as her classroom stood right next to another building, so all she could see was the wall. She got caught up with her work and her life, and she forgot to do some things which were very important to her. She forgot to look at the rain, to smile, to dance, to talk to a lot of people and the worst was that she forgot to write. She had this little blog in a tiny corner of this wonderful site called wordpress and she forgot about that.

As things kept getting worse, she found that many doors were being shut to her face. There was one last door that had been open, which was slowly closing as well. She was so alone in a room full of closed doors that she would weep endlessly and sleep came to her only in installments.

Then this one day, when she was all alone at home studying (as usual), she had to run to her window to shut it, to keep this thing called ‘rain’ out of her room. When she was doing so, she just happened to glance outside accidentally. And then she saw – trees and parks, apartments and roads, dogs and birds, even the beach on the horizon – all looking so beautiful as the rain pattered down on them.

That is when she realized that there was always a window! A tiny window with some thing to show you or to give you some hope, if only you were willing to take it! It was true that when a door closes a window opens up in its place. All she needed was a little perspective.

:)

Hello World! (once again)


Hello again!! Its been ages since I’ve posted anything!! 3 months to be exact!! And I cannot tell you how disappointed I am in myself! I am two months away from my second blogoversery and I have done nothing to develop this blog since then! I remember how this time last year I was busy scheming to increase views on my blog by my first blogoversery. But then when that day finally came, I wrote a short half -hearted post indicating the significance of the day! I had promised myself that in a year’s time I would double my average views but right now it doesn’t look like that’s going to happen! Its strange that something that meant so much to me suddenly started to seem to fickle that I pushed it to the back of my mind. Not only did I stop writing, I stopped reading and listening to music too! I’ve been estranged from a lot of things off late and I’ve recently (somewhat) come to my senses! So even though I’ve said this endlessly, this time – I hope I stick to writing and blogging! So this a whole new world for me all over again!!