Accolades To My Favorites. =)

The year 2011 has been very good to me and has given me tons of reasons to celebrate and to feel grateful of my stars. And this is the reason I was thinking a lot lately to find out a good outlet to release some of the emotions by letting the world know. And this is what I came up with. It’s going to be a real lengthy post but please bear with my over-sentimental heart. Like I said, I needed an outlet. And the craving ends here.

(There is no order. And the idea has been shamelessly stolen from Crystal.)

Crystal- I know almost all of you are aware of this prodigy that we have in our blogosphere. Those of you who do not, should go die. Or rather should not waste any further time and visit her blog asap. She is without a doubt one of the most excellent and ardent writers that I’ve ever come across. I am so addicted to your blog. And each of your post leaves me awe-struck. Keep up the good work, Crystal. I will always love you.

Pradeeta a.k.a MSM- Another one of my favourite blogger stars. As her blog name suggests, mystique is her forte and she has got a great command over it. Her stories and posts leave my inner wanderer in search of answers to her questions. I love her a lot as a person as well as a writer. She is a darling. And I am so glad to see her back as it’s been so long that I read any of her amazing works. Missed you!

Fiona- She is also a very famous blogger and has recently created a craze of Fibonacci Sonnet. And many, including me, have been a proud part of this craze. But apart from this, she is a brilliant and an enthusiastic writer too. Oh and how can I forget those amazing comments which I get from her! Trust me, she is such a sweetheart that she can make you jump around in ecstasy by her honey-dipped feedbacks. Very few bloggers take out time to actually read other bloggers work and give a genuine feedback and she is one of them. I am so glad to know you Fiona. Shall keep in touch always!

Red- She is Ms. Anonymously witty and humorous in every possible way. I love the way she writes. Her posts make me smile and laugh a lot. Yes, it happens very rare that I laugh out loud while reading an article but it is definitely not the same with this girl. Her sense of humor brings all the charm. And it is a sheer delight to read her blog. I rarely miss reading her blog. And suggest you the same for a good rib-tickle.

Maithili- She is the master mind behind our all girls blog ‘Darlings of Venus’. Being a lovely story weaver, she grips the readers with her words and fills the void spaces with intense and deep emotions that sometimes it becomes really hard to accept the fact that it is just a story and not some real life incident. She writes many amazing series of love stories at her blog ‘One Such Story’. You have an honest heart, Maithili. Stay the same, always.

Yashi- She is a great friend of mine and is one of the best things that has happened to me in college. But without being biased, let me tell you friends that her writings are absolutely stunning. She is a newbie here but doesn’t seem one if you read her posts. I feel so proud of you Yashi. You are a wonderful writer. And please don’t forget that I always keep my antique watch with me as I wait to read more of your work. *Govinda styled wink*

Phatichar- That is just his blog user name. I know it is weird to refer to someone with that name. But this man has his own way to do things. He mostly writes spooky tales in the simplest form and narrates them in an outstanding manner. And I can guarantee you that he can rip your soul apart with the kind of fear that he creates in the mind of the poor reader. You don’t believe me? Then go read his blog. And one more thing, actually it’s kind of a warning - If you have a soft heart and get scared easily (like me) then do not read his posts AT NIGHT. :P

PeeVee- Okay this girl calls herself Ms. Chocolate Obsessed and has got a huge fan following. Needless to say, she is one of my favorite bloggers. Her short stories are simply awesome. And recently I got to see the abstract side of hers which was, without a doubt, an enthralling piece of literature. I love the way you put your thoughts into words. Smart yet so cute. And I adore you miss, totally!

Shruti- She doesn't write the usual stuff which you can find anywhere on the blogosphere or even if she does then she would never put it in the most usual form. Yes, that is what I have deciphered after reading many of her blog posts. Intriguing and deep! Her words can seep through the strongest wall and can touch your heart with an absolute ease. You are a fantastic writer, Shruti. You have always been one.

Dishita- She is my only Gujju friend in this blogworld. Her posts are simple, smart and quite entertaining too. We have a strong Haiku bond and she carves striking haiku poetry. You should definitely give her a visit because I can assure you that you won't face disappointment. I’m happy to have known you, Dishita. Love you a lot.

The Solitary Writer- I call him Chacha Nehru. Why? Because I am just like his kid sister and he has a soft corner for kids. And so, the name. *Heights of lameness* He was my very first friend here and has seen the transition of the writer in me. A very nice person to have some good talk with and as a writer he just takes you to another world with his heartfelt stories. I've read many of his posts and suggest order you to do the same.

Yvonne- She is one of my newest pals. And I'd like to mention that she has published two books as well. Impressive right?! :) What I like about her writings is the simplicity and those perfect rhyming schemes in her poems. She always leaves me surprised with the kind of poetry she does. I’m so glad to have you as a blogger friend as I learn a lot from you. Keep writing, Yvonne!

Suruchi- We have a Kanpur connection. And this was the first thing which dragged me to read her blog and believe me I haven’t stopped after that. She is the coolest English teacher I have ever seen or will ever see in my whole life. A fun-loving and down-to-earth lady, she is. And oh! her adorably cute daughter Seeya, how can I not mention her! You should definitely read her latest post and I’m sure it would leave a smile on your face.

Stranger- A very interesting blogger buddy of mine. He is also a newbie but that doesn't stop him from gripping the reader with his sharp words, till the end. And I would like to suggest you Mr. Stranger to write quite often because I wait to read your work. Alright? *Crosses arms*

Soumya- Her crisp, striking and candid words carry the charisma of her blog. She is an alluring person and has the caliber to make you lose yourself in her writings. I enjoy reading her blog and it’s absolutely a pleasure to receive her feedback. Love you, Soumya! :-*

Chandana- The girl at First Avenue is definitely a very pretty girl and is a brilliant writer as well. She is a fashion blogger and the best thing about her is that her fashion quotient is suited for everyday wear and not something which is all bling bling and difficult to carry. And apart from this, the simplicity and audacity of her posts never fail to enthrall me. Keep writing friend! :)

Anshul a.k.a Blasphemous Aesthete- (Yeah, I got to know your real name. Finally!) He is one hell of an intelligent and philosophical person. And has just become active from his months long dormancy. A very popular blogger too, he takes you to another land with his writings be it in English or in Hindi. You should never stop writing friend. Make full use of the talent you have.

Writing Bee, Confused Soul, Dee, Sumitra, Keirthana, Rachit, Lizzie, Rahul sir, Balqis and Twisha- You people have made me smile a lot many times with your gorgeous writings and kind feedbacks. I so appreciate your presence on my blog and feel blessed to have met you all here on this little platform. Though I’m pretty new to you all, I’m deeply impressed by each one of you. Keep up the good work friends. You all write fantastically.

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL!!!

*****
P.S: Heartfelt apology if I've forgotten anyone's name.

You'd Be Carl And I'd Be Elle.

Maybe a year is never enough. Maybe what we hear is a lie and what we live is the only truth. And maybe it is just a way to keep the obsession out of our reach. Or maybe I write incessantly when I get a little soppy.

Whatever it is, it is beautiful in every way. It is beautiful even if it is imperfect.

So let us give a goodbye kiss to the year which has been exceptionally good to us and welcome the next one with open arms. Let us relish those days and nights drenched in the most beautiful shades which needless to say, changed our way to perceive life and all other things which came along the way. Let us promise to keep chasing cars and to kiss the flower of our love which has begun blooming to spread its scent. And let us be rock solid forever.

Happy 27th of December!

Perhaps I'm Too Naive.

It was supposed to be happy day. That is what I had thought when I woke up this morning. The morning light which was making its way through beautiful leaves had made me smile with complete awe shining in my eyes as I was gearing up for my exam. But getting into the details of what all happened today wouldn't help me right now.

Because I need to sort other important things. There is this whirlpool of tough chapters gushing in my head. It is colliding hard. And this is novel. Trust me! I have never been an escapist. I have never turned my back to situations which have the strength to make one hide beneath a facade of love and compassion. I have always believed in colouring the greyed walls and not repelling them. But this time, I feel more like an alien or rather an intruder in my own land. Like I might wake up to a morrow that I will never know. That no one would ever know.

And these questions, they are ringing too. Answer me! Will the Sun shine if I close my eyes and believe that it is the only thing in this whole goddamn world that can lighten up the emptied hole? And would it delete some parts which have occurred out of nowhere and caused great trouble to the little mind I have?

And what if I stand on the terrace of that big building and scream out loud something. Something which could easily free me of this unidentified pain by reaching the ears of someone. I don’t know. Would that work?

Sigh!

You know actually, a tight hug from you could work. Yes, that is the thing I want right now. Hey, you are listening right?

*****

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Is It Bad To Gamble?

For once,

Converse with that dicey turn of your life.

You scared? Don't be. It won’t eat you up darling.

For once,

Open the windows which you turned your back to.

Feel how the winter air feels.

The one that makes a chill run down your spine. Enjoy it!

For once,

Don’t save the blessings,

Untie them. And multiply.

For once,

Face the real you.

You are ugly yet beautiful.

For once,

Just gamble.

****

Yabbaa Dabbaa Doo!!!

Dear Flintstones


Where did you guys go? I miss you and your 'Yabbaa Dabbaa Doo' sooooo much. And your other friends Dexter, Road Runner and Scooby Dooby Doo too.


I hope my internet speed remains good and stable. And I'll download you all as soon as my exams get over.
Watch out!


From
A girl who was born in the 90's.

Let Us Carve a Perfect Day With Our Little Imperfections.

Would you to get me some melted chocolate, just as I love it? Because we have to break the stones of sourness and put the chocolate all over it. I love the smell of dark. I like dark. And so do you, I know.

We have the sparks of your eyes to lighten up the little dream which is being mutually dreamt. And after encumbering the hole where hope is lost, we shall build a castle. You would drape it immaculately with the joyous present and a knot of future and I would watch you with a cherubic smile and tie my hair in a bun. You'd draw circles all around the cloud-cuckoo land while I'd wait for you to step in and tell me stories of the untold mysteries that you know. You'd mould anger, frustration, sadness, and despair and submerge all of it in a pond of rainbow and I would dive into the mesmerizing piece of art that you are crafting. 

And with this, the final curtains of trust and belief would be drawn to cover our little shell and uncover the secrets hidden from the rest. It shall be transparent for us. Always and forever! It might not be as good as paradise but it would resemble a flawless chime of dream and reality. It might end soon but it would be etched in the deepest part of our memory. It is not in its most perfect form, I know. But the beauty of being imperfect yet together is what makes it perfect. Makes us perfect!

******

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And I just can't get enough of this song : Close to you by Carpenters

Refill the void.

Empty the darkness.

Blow out the drab. Make space for

The worthy desires.

******

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Written for : Thursday tales and Haiku heights.

A Struggle between True and False.

I count the twinkling stars above my head. One...two...five...eight. The music is good. It’s trance. I have developed a strong passion for it because it is beautiful in every sense. We are having white wine. It smells perfect and also the air above the sea. The sea breeze. It’s a little chilly here may be because it is night time. Eleven...twelve...thirteen. You say something in my ears...something light-hearted because it made me smile and blush.

I close my eyes and feel the tranquility of the breeze kissing my cheeks. My hair is not so long but it is long enough to dance to the tunes of the natural music played by the waves and the soft zephyr together, in a harmony. I hear you counting. Twenty...twenty four.

It’s getting colder now. The music has stopped. My left nostril is all blocked and my eyes are still closed as I don’t want to break the peaceful facade. I call out your name. Twice! But in vain. So I open my eyes. The chilly breeze blurs my vision. I clear it and look around. It seems to be a different place. It is white. All white or rather snowy. There is no one till the farthest end. You are nowhere to be seen. It is like you never even existed. No sign! No clue! And the worst thing is that my companion is silence. My only fear! You remember. Don’t you?

It is oblivious to my presence. It can’t see. But it can feel me and so it stalks! I run to my left to find something or someone for help. But all I have to face is stillness...sheer stillness. And it locks me up like I would never be able to escape. May be it is just in my imagination, may be you would wake me up with a kiss and hold me tight in the warmth of your arms or maybe this nightmare would never come to an end. You said that my fear would make me reach the acme of insanity. Is it that madness hovering in my head or is it happening for real? Are you really gone or am I just too blinded with these unresolved questions?

Fiercely

Screams

Dreary fears

In the muteness.

Pours out and surrounds me.

This is silence! Austerely attaches to my life.

With weapons to drown me within and rupture the veins, it plays hard.

This is silence. A sad reminder of the lost voice, the chord untouched but distorted. It is piercing, pinching and hurting.

It chases me. Like a poignant reminder of the chasing dream I had.

The one which made me run for life.

But this is bloody silence.

My only trepidation

Catches creepily

Chokes

Kills!

Thirty one...thirty four...thirty five. And your voice echoes in my little head as I come to terms with reality.

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P.S : Thanks a lot Crystal and Fiona for being an inspiration to write a Fibonacci sonnet.  :*  ^_^

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Light Empowers.

Opulently perched

On the horizon’s vista

There resides light blithely.

Look! How the night sulks,

Accepts the defeat, walks out barefoot,

Genuflects lithely.

*****

This post is submitted for the 96th prompt at Haiku Heights : Light.

(A little late though.)

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The Magic of 80's

I have always loved or rather enjoyed listening to old Bollywood songs. The ever lasting melodies..specially those of the Kishore Kumar era. Yes! :) And today my day began with few such songs. I am a true nocturnal by heart and soul and to wake up early in the morning (when there is no college) is like a serious punishment for me and it is all the more torturing when I have to wake up early just to pass through a real BAD traffic jam during a journey of four hours to reach a place which is not even of my interest. But thanks to Kishore Kumar. His voice made the today's mind fuck journey a lot bearable.

Anyway, if you listen to a song of 70's or 80's era and compare it with any latest song, what difference would you notice? Okay, please don't give me the lyrical difference because I know that these days 'Chammak Challo' or 'Munni Badnaam Hui' type songs are a hit and that is a different story. (And I so want to dedicate a separate post to highlight this grave issue. But I'm still having second thoughts whether or not to pollute my space with this poignant genre of music that has the capacity to make me lose my senses and run here and there doing ninja and shouting HELP! HELP!) The difference that I am talking about is how I am or we are able to identify that so and so song is of 80's even if it is for the first time we listen? What is it in its music? Or if the technology has shown some advancement then how could the voice of today's singers doesn't at all match with those of our mummy-papa time? I once asked this question to a friend of mine and she got confused regarding the inexplicable change in voice quality of singers and we changed the topic.

Though today, it was definitely a refuge listening to Kishore Da songs, this question kept ringing in my head. I still don't know the logical answer behind. May be you can help! :)

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The following song was the one which made me go all chiggy wiggy in the car. But thank god my parents didn't notice.

Chuck The Title, Read The Post!

Okay, Fine! I know it is a lame heading. Like very lame. But I could not think of a better one. My creative cells have taken a temporary off, actually. Please bear with my lameness and randomness friends. Yours faithfully, Vinati. :)

So the quick update for today is that for the first time EVER in my whole goddamn life which means nineteen years to be specific, I baked a cake. Occasion : It's my mumma's birthday. And I wanted to give her the biggest shock surprise of her life. I mean something which could make her go head over heels and leave her jaw-dropped and eyes popped out with that super cute dumbstruck expression. And what could be a better than me making something for her with my very own hands.

Aah! That look. *priceless* =]

And accordingly, I hereby submit a photo of the super delicious and finger hand licking cake with the sole purpose of flaunting. ^_^

(I would like to take the opportunity to thank my neighbor under whose guidance and in whose kitchen I churned my cooking skills.)

To this, my brother said "Don't you love her? How could you give her something to eat which you have made with your own hands?"

Huh. Brothers will be be brothers...by god. :|

*THE END*

Birthday Is Just An Excuse!

Novice wings, Unclaimed trust.

Plus few more things gave impetus to our flight.

Swayed, rocked and swung along the way.

Cradled each other

In the whirlpool of life.

Cackled in times of tealed realities,

Fanned crushes with a tag of so-called love.

Shed tears in times of tarnished scenes,

And all of it, nurtured with honey dipped gloves.

Soul sisters, we will always be

Forever and beyond eternity!

^_^

Traversed a Vacuum.

Up I went. A little too relaxed.

Swayed like a piece of music,

Under the handsome sky.

Your eyes nattered,

For you were all spellbound.

Baby, I was high. And I loved it.

Up I went. In a vacuum.

Peace abounded.

It made me lose restraints.

It made me drop inhibitions.

Nothing was real.

Nothing was a dream.

Something peculiarly beautiful was all over me.

Up I went. A silhouetted figure of your love.

___________

Lady in Red - Chris De Burgh


*****

And I Am Soaked In Your Shades.

The footsteps I trail when I am lost.

The melody I nourish for the resilience of my thoughts.

The cheek bones that turn glum into glee.

The dauntlessness I carry through the picture I perceive.

It is you. It is all you. It will always be you.

*****

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Such A Lazy Morning Woke Me Up Today!

Do you also feel that it was a very lazy day? Because I do. I woke up quite late as I had no reason to wake up early and my blanket is so soft and cosy that it gives me a filmy type feeling like some beautiful actress is sleeping comfortably with some music playing in the background and she wakes up singing a song without drooped eyes and a fresh face and looking pretty with multiple layers of make-up intact like she has just returned from a salon.

*phew* *Damn you Zee Cinema*

In my case, please overlook the latter part.

(Google images)

Well, Diwali is over. The ambiance of the festivity has vanished. I see many people have removed their 'dhinchak' lights too. We haven’t. I won’t let my parents remove it so soon. Also, my elder brother was here with us since 19^th of this month and he went back day before yesterday. And since then, time has adopted a slower pace than ever. Everything has turned into an utterly glum direction. All my energy is going strayed. I know. I know. It is very natural. But I don’t like this feeling, okay!

And I have got nothing to do. I mean I have to study a lot but I don’t want to. So it candidly means that I have got nothing to do. Ha!

The only one in the family who enjoys every day with his friends (little young boys, you see) who come up to our place every evening to play with him, is my little baby, Frodo. He is the naughtiest being in the house. He only sleeps, eats, plays and poops. And he is smart, really. No exaggeration here. He gets his blanket on his own, tells us when he wants to go down, rarely barks, is very obedient, looks cute always and is giving me a play-with-me-or-else-I'll-eat-your-flip flops expression right now.

(Such a poser, he is.)

(When he gets a good scolding from my mother.)

(God knows, what treasure is stored in there.)

Anyway, I don't want to blabber more. I don't want to do anything actually. And I should better end this post before it makes you feel like banging your head against a wall for wasting your not-so precious time (If you are blogging, you are a vella like me...accept it!).

Oh and by the way, Happy Halloween! ^_^

Take care!

xoxo

Have You Played Your Cards?

Penetrating the wall.

Dishevelling the structure.

Caressing it and fondling it.

An enticing touch reached the core.

With words, a game embarked on.

Did you blind me and switch sides?

Or was I only an immature?

The dreams, the aspirations, the beginnings and the endings,

I could not fathom.

Sleeping with the arms around.

Coiling a mirage of bliss.

Curling up more, deeper this time.

Little did I know that I choked.

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Don't Want To Wake Up And Break My Bubble!

Talks | Laughs | Pleasures

Songs | Smiles | Peace

Walks | Silence | Love

Nights | Cuddle | Dreams

You | Me | Us

*****

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Hypocrisy Is In Our Veins.

Few days back, I was talking to a friend of mine (she's actually my roommate) about how India was a very broad-minded country and how its thinking was narrowed down because of the Mughal rule. Every time I think about it, I find it hard to believe that my ancestors were cool about love and sex. And here I'm talking about the era much much much before the Mughal Empire and before all that nonsense of pardah-system came into being and before a woman was treated not just as a piece to be protected and kept inside the four walls but as a symbol of Shakti.

Have you ever visited Ajanta Ellora caves or observed its carvings? Have you noticed how explicit they are apart from being one of the most amazing archaeological sites in India? Or Kamastura-a book written by Vatsyayana, an Indian. Or even the ‘Shivling’ which is a symbol of deity of Hindus i.e., Shiva and which represents the inseparability of the two genders and creation of life. Although our very own culture gives a divine nature to sex, we treat it as immoral. Ironical indeed.

Now let us come to the no-love-before-marriage cliché.

Love is something very godly. Yes? But we Indians have a different theory. We do find it divine but when it comes to our own children falling in love with someone else’s children we close our eyes and ears and go into an I-will-not-use-my-mind-no-matter-what mode. According to the views of our parents and their parents and so on, a person is selected for us and we are told to fall in love, marry that person and have sex with that person, procreate 3-4 children and make a happy family and lead a happy life. Wow! Such a well mechanised ideology. Huh.

Further, girls can hang out only with girls and boys can hang out only with boys till they are married off. A spark of doubt is ignited in their heads,the moment we tell our parents that we were with a friend of opposite gender.

And yes, how can I forget one more important notion which says that the seed of love can never sprout before marriage. It is a shame and should be crushed immediately if it does because the ideology tells us that it’s wrong. A spinster and a bachelor cannot fall in love. It is a slur. It is immoral. Ask them a reason and they will come up with ‘Tumhari abhi padhne ki umar hai’ (You are young and you should just study) or ‘Hum badhe hain, hume zada pata hai’ (We are elder to you, we know better).

Logic? Uhh...What’s that?

Sometimes I wonder that these simple things of life would have had an entirely different meaning if I were born in a nation of deep-seated and radical ideology, where I would have had freedom to not just SURVIVE on others’ terms and conditions, where this famous line ‘Do what your heart says’ would actually have carried some weight in my life and where people would have used their minds before using what had already been implanted in their heads by their ancestors.

“Only animals are told what is to be done and how it is to be done. We are no less than animals if we don’t use our brains.”, Divyank told me today.

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How impossible

It is to live on our terms.

Damn! Hypocrisy.

*****

The above Haiku has been written for the prompt #89 - Haiku Heights

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A Letter To The One Reading It.

HELLO!

Firstly, I had a lot to tell but didn’t know who I should make my listener (apart from the obvious ones, silly) because there were a lot many things that I wanted to share. Yes, I repeat, a lot. So I thought to pen everything down here, with you because nobody is as patient as you are. See, you are actually taking out some of your valuable time and reading another one of my bakwaas (useless) posts.

THANK YOU!!!!! ^_^

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Did I tell you that I have now moved to a flat near my college with my friend’s elder sister? Actually it’s her relative’s house which is emptied for a year as they have gone to abroad. So we packed our bags, shifted here and became temporary residents of this place. It’s for the first time ever ever ever in the last 18 19 years that I got this much of freedom coupled with lot of responsibilities. So these days I’m in a process of becoming an independent lady. (How I love to be called as a lady. It sounds reputable, right?)  And my parents are also happy as their incorrigible daughter would now be more responsible. That is a good part.

^___^

And today is a wonderful day. I got one totally unexpected and a totally expected news. :P

The one totally unexpected news is that I got selected for my first moot court competition. (Last time it was a mere mock trial. Okay!)

YAYYYYYY!!!!!
*dances a little, shouts, screams, jumps and dances some more*

In case you don’t know what a moot court is read this for a very brief idea.

The other news is that I got selected in a dance group too, for a cultural programme in our college. This was super expected because I love dancing and being a true Gemini I am Jack of all trades and master of none. I have learnt many forms from Kathak to Salsa, from Jazz to Belly dance and so on. But trust me, I am not perfectly good in any of these. But I’m good enough to be a confident dancer.

Anyway, I’m really happy that finally there is something college-like taking place for us, students of Law. (It’s really depressing when all you have under the tag of extra-curricular activities is debates, moot courts (They are boring if you are not participating.), seminars, workshops etc. That’s it. :| )

And another good news is that I scored the highest in one of my subjects.

*can’t stop smiling*

What? Marks of other subjects? Umm..well..let’s move on to the next thing now.

And the last thing (Did you just sigh and said “Finally”?) which I want to share with you is that MUJHE DIWALI WALI FEELLING AA RAHI HAI (I feel the aura of Diwali). And I so so so love it!

The girl in the picture seems happy and content. And so am I. =)

Bye bye September! And October, what took you so long to reach? Huh? Don’t you know how badly I’m in love with you since the time I learnt that you bring along festivals and a good-good type feeling?

Anyway friend, I’m a little very tired. Had a hectic day na (Selection and all, you see.. :P ) So I should now sum it all up, quickly and get under my sheet for a nice nap. Actually there is not much to sum up. Is there?

Take care dost (friend).

Tata!

________________________________________________________________________

*****

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A Metro Ride.

If you reside in Delhi or NCR and travel by Delhi Metro or if you want to travel by Delhi Metro then following are the points you should know because they are not announced but observed, felt and experienced:

1) While boarding metro from a station which is super-duper crowded, just stand in a line and leave yourself lose. You don’t have to make an effort to walk in respectably. Or better omit the word respectably because I don't want to sound ironic, you see. So, I was saying that leave yourself lose, the whole crowd will push you in and you'll flow like a stone in a current, hitting here and there, pushed, crushed and pulled. And in the end, you will be in the metro. Ta-da!

2) Apply the same technique while getting out of the metro. It works. But one very important thing to note here is that do NOT be the last one in the group of those getting down because there are people outside who are waiting to get in asap and you being the last one are the most prone to bear severe impacts on your body and your mind or there are even chances that you might not be able get out of the metro. (Both has happened to me and the experience of the former was so awful that it made me yell ‘Fuck Everyone’ while I was struggling to relieve my pulled hair and my bag which was stuck somewhere in between and I’d  thought I wouldn’t be able to get it back.) To avoid it, try to be in the middle.

3) If you are a girl and want to get a seat then prefer travelling in general coach rather than ladies’ compartment. Simply because females wouldn’t offer you their seat unless you are pregnant or old or some lady who can constantly stare with a don’t-you-have-manners-to-offer-me-your-seat expression at those sitting. On the other hand, men will offer you a seat most of the times (age no bar) because they are in a habit of doing the same since time immemorial.

4) Further, if you are travelling by ladies’ coach then there are chances that some aunty with dark red lipstick and a suit so bright that you might curse yourself for forgetting your shades, ask you to adjust a little to fit in her big bums in that tiny space. Result: after sometime, she would be comfortably sitting and gossiping on phone while you would be barely managing on the one hand space left.

5) People tend to forget who they are or where they are when they plug in earphones and play some pathetic bollywood song. To identify this category, work with your ears. If you hear some strange voice humming or worse, singing a heart-wrenching Hindi song, just try to bear it because you don’t have any other choice. Do you?

*****

I'm sure you must have realized how deep my connection with Delhi metro is. It is so strong that even in my sleeps I get bizarre dreams related to metro. :P

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I Soar High With My Threaded Wings.

Sprinkle it on the greyed path.

Sprinkle it on the days I gloom and on the dreams undreamt.

Merge some of it with the crimson flow in my veins...make it go deep in my body.

For I desire only a bucket of rainbow to outshine the world.

*****

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Breathe.

Break bricks around you

Move out of the labyrinth

Breathe once and live twice.

*****

Written for : Haiku Heights

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Check Your Mailbox, Life. (please!)

My Super-Duper-And-Amazingly Dear Life,

Firstly, I want to apologise for not being in touch for so long. I just never realised the right time to write to you (not a good excuse, I know). But today, I thought to give you some updates about how I have been or what all has happened since the beginning of ’11. Well, I’ve been really good. A lot has happened (like you don’t know) and I am happier than ever.

The last time I wrote to you, I was really disappointed. So much so that I opened the complained box and blurted everything out. And also asked requested you to do something about it. Luckily, my first attempt brought good and refreshing outcomes. You switched on the bulb of happiness on my miserable path and everything turned clear and blissful. With every passing day, I got happier. If January was good then February was better and then March was even better and so on.

I feel like a new 'me' was born with the dawn of this year. And it is miraculous. My perception regarding many things changed or rather improved. I feel more mature, like I have been upgraded to a new improvised level where life is led in a totally fantastic manner and where everything works under one rule (read my rule) which is “Make your life worth rewinding”. And yes, I abide by it, absolutely.

And needless to say, I am enjoying every bit of it. I am having a real good time. My college re-opened this week. And here I am writing as a sophomore, not a fresher anymore...ha!

Anyway, this is it for now. I’ll write to you more often. God promise!

And yes, the last thing which I want to say is....THANK YOU SO MUCH!

Here comes a tight hug for you. ^_^

Love,

Vinati, the matured one. (Please mind!)

******

P.S : Oh by the way, my baby is a year older now. Yay!

Happy 'First' Birthday, Mirage!!!

(A little too dramatic..eh?)