All izz well

Back after a long time isn't it? well I'm having a tough 6 months ahead and apologize all my readers for this break but trust me there are a few OK blogs u can visit! :P hehe.. Missed me?No i am not confident enough to wait for the answer so I'll assume u did.. hehe

Oh so by the way aal izz well eh? Chetan Bhagat sells a little more and Aamir mints a million more. so hell, all must be well! Unlike me who is waiting with bated breath for 5th semester results over this weekend and patting my big tummy saying all izz well.(Oh stop u sleazy mind. I'm just trying to push back this obese tummy that makes me frown every morning in the mirror.Thanks to junk food)

But the kick in the ass was IPL season 3! Pakis were shown the right way. The way to home. A lesson which the handy central govt couldn't give for ages. Imagine even Odimba Lodakude Kurkure would be selected but not a Pakistani!Music to ears and delight to Indians. But I heard some Cartoon-shook Khan cried foul about this to promote his crap-thy-name-is-khan movie! Aal izz well because jokers are making poor jokes everyday!!

(a personal one this) for some nosy female relative of mine who thought this post on my blog was mush Well, all izz well because relatives are being at their bitchy best! All must be well :-/

Cut over to the other side of the globe.
I guess Shahid Afridi would be saying the same patting his ball (oh I mean the one he bit on the field! you guys didn't see?) poor ball you know. He was already tweaked on, salivated but being smelt literally by Afridi's dental obstructions?I'm
serious guys. Not sleazy in the slightest sense.No wonder they put Afridi out for 2 matches,May be he would be singing to himself now
ball is well?

Miss Misunderstood

I'm one completely honest person mostly misunderstood, though i really don't mean to be!
People find it so damn easy to laugh at me. Everyone thinks I'm one little spoilt angel. But actually I'm NOT. uh mm before i confuse my readers to hell and make them click away in one of those "rival" blogs on my list lemme prove my point.

It so happened that on of my lecturers in college wasn't to be seen for a long time. A different person started handling her classes and we did not know why. So, when we asked him why that lady wasn't handling her regular classes, he said she was in the bed!Now why in the world should I be the only one to giggle!Any day you ask me, I swear by the word corny for this sentence(please do not substitute any H there.it's a misfit) err apparently that lady met with an accident and is *bed*ridden.sigh!

However, I really thought this one was pretty straight forward. One of my friends suffering from irritable bowel syndrome with abdominal discomfort usually associated with ingestion of meals or in common words loose motion came into the class with a serious face and asked for some waste paper. I gave her this I-know-why-u-need-it kinda sympathetic look and she was absolutely pissed. I couldn't understand her weird behavior while others were laughing their backs off.I mean what's the big deal? Everyone deals with bowels everyday and poor girl had a great deal more of it today! But it seems she needed the paper to clean her desk while i thought it was to clean err... whatever... No point.. I'm miss misunderstood anyway..

Finally ending this blog on this not-so-funny note.Yesterday on my way to college, I was about to cross the traffic signal when the green transited to red lights (WTF man) and invariably i had to stop. My ill luck i had a lab exam to attend in 20 minutes. duh. I was itching to jump the signal and was on the edge of the road. The traffic cop was making some hand signals at me and he seemed a little miffed. (I have no clue what he was saying) but i somehow imagined that he was telling me to cross the road before the road became crowded. So i started my bike and rest of the guys in signal were smiling weirdly. I was now sure that the cop was directing me to jump the signal and cross fast before other vehicles flooded the road, so i zoomed off ignoring the smiling bloke next to me. I never really understood the joke till the notice to pay fine was snail-mailed to my address. It is definitely funny as long as my dad is paying my bills LOL.

Wonder

You and me are so good to be true
Like a dream unfurled in a spring blue
The minds match like the sea and salt
Difficult to tell our hearts apart

To lie down in your arms warm
Your golden heart and assuring smile a norm
A heaven amidst the rainbow I see
The fondness of your love makes my life glee

Sometimes life gives us a second chance
To do the right things and choose the right path
But I’m the loved daughter of fate
It has shown me a rosy path

I have no conviction, I know not why
I know this feeling is never gonna die
I know forever its you and me
Cuz we are till the end meant to be

Say what you need to say!

I've always loved this song by John Mayer 'say what you need to say' of course it has got nothing to do with the fact that this guy is really handsome. The lyrics seem to hit the right chord with me every time i listen to it.fascinating isn't it. to say what you have to? Like munna bhai did it with his jadu ki chappi. Many times we forget to tell people in our life what they mean to us.

They say silence is golden. But i would say silence is a burden. To not be able to say what you feel is no lesser than a handicap than not being able to talk/ hear. Besides don't people who've made our lives so wonderful deserve to know what we think of them. How many of us have thanked our mothers for their mid-night coffees during exams? Did we ever remember to thank our dads when they decided to fore go that important meeting so that they would be able to drop us to school on important days?or that maid who was thoughtful enough to keep those bills safely which we had carelessly thrown to dustbin with thrash? Trivial things- that is what we mostly think. But letting people know that we value their effort is worth much more than any prize. Its approval that all of us seek in life. A gratitude filled hug to mom for her help is enough to make her happy (read as eyes wet and tiny little happy sob). All it takes is genuine smile and a meaningful thank you with a pat on back free of cost , friendship and better relationship free!

I learnt this lesson of saying what i feel from my little brother. he's a very expressive naughty rascal. Once he finished school and came in tired. I was making some fruit juice anyway and offered him some. He was so impressed that he just came around, hugged me and said i love you sis. This small act of his made me so happy that, in the next week when he had his deadlines for projects i worked over-time with him and helped him out. (See worked like butter to him!).

How many times do we tell our loved ones how much we love them?We don't remember to thank the little smiles which made our day. The good old grand-mothers whose bed-time stories gave us the joys of childhood?there are so many priceless relationships in this world. If only we realise them before we lose it. Though we cannot pay back for all the love and affection, we can at least tell them what they mean to us. if you ask me it works wonders. In fact had i not told what was on my mind i would have missed some of the most wonderful people in my life.The happiest moments in my life, getting over worst guilts in life could all happen because i let people know what i thought! I think its time to get started! Lets give those deserving lovable people the credit. for adding love and colour to our lives and making it so beautiful.

so here goes my favorite lines from John Mayer

Have no fear for giving in Have no fear for giving over

You better know that in the end
It’s better to say too much
Than never to say what you need to say again

PS: i would like to say i love each and everyone of you who comment on my blogs.. irrespective of my blog quality and keep encouraging me to get better.. Thank you so much guys!

Blog Biting??

From time immemorial man has been living in groups(herds) with fellow beings whom he likes and sometimes(most of the times) dislikes. Err i haven't blogged for sometime of course so i am sounding a little out of touch. So the point i was trying to make was just that we are part of groups ever since we are born. Many times all people in the group do not go down well with us. Their ideas irritate us, their jokes piss us off, their very face makes our blood boil!!! arghh. Tell me you were thinking of some person all along as you read. there you go! That irritating ba$t&rd/B*^ch or (?) is whom I'm talking about. So how do we vent our frustration? As if God heard all our poor soul's prayer he granted us a someone called as a friend and said "thou shall bite the back of the imitator until their back shall shatter to a million pieces!" Lo and behold! Voila!!! We started back biting or should i call it dirty and say bitching? hehe

I think i dont see one single soul in the vicinity of earth who might have not done that. (what about mother Teresa??) i dont really know! the matter of fact is back biting is also a sort of art. I mean how many of us can give a broad smile facing them and in a second jerk up the face into a weird cucumber shape sticking out the salivary tongue out! (i didn't say i cant..) I'm just saying my face is flexible. :P
Most of the times the this phenomenon is an outcome of 1.anger2.irritation3.jealousy4. jealousy5.jealousy6.J... so on the reasons go. This back biting starts in the family where the moms always accuse the new pretty neighbour aunty to be a very cunning and unfriendly after just 1 encounter with her! (hey i didn't say my mom. There are no pretty auntys in some 20 km radius around my house i believe. poor uncles! )
moving to school i remember how i always used to back bite about the first bench girl just because she used to have good collection of pens(i vaguely remember she had a cute face.. err not as much as mine though.. at least i believe so :P)! Even today i think she was over-flowing with attitude!
As students we love our lecturers so much. especially the painful pj cracker, the straight faced cold maiden who wouldn't let us off class even if we blood rolled off our eyes. The englees tacharing lekcharer who'd make us farget hawar longwage! Its soo hard not to laugh at their backs.
Most of the times its fun to just laugh after all we aren't harming a soul! we are just having fun at other's cost.. that's novel.. isn't it? :D

so if here are a collection of bitchy lines:

• smart: "he's such a nerd. Book worm"
• beautiful: "she's such a b!tch"
• popular : "He thinks he is brad Pitt"
  
• rich : "his dad peddler's drugs.. no wonder"
• ???????????????????

That's back-biting baby! (Am i blog biting or something?..wink wink)

But mostly though i believe we back-bite about people when we can't ignore them. May be they are too good in what they do, may be they are perfectionists or beautiful or just plain boring & irritating.But most of the times the irresistibly factor is directly proportional to amount of back bitten!. (No wonder people back-bite soo much about me calling me chic to hen to pigeon to crow. Hard to ignore me eh? LOL).

There is no ending note on this because as long as we live and move in groups there will always be a victim! (when u guys comment on this blog is that blog biting?? ..)

forever and always

Again back with a poem. This poem i wrote on one of those mushy rainy afternoons, when i had a million thoughts in mind and no one to express (poor me) :( and so what better way! words are convincingly the best way to express the deepest feelings of the soul. So here is goes one of my not-so-amazing poem trial. And i hope it'll comfort a few hearts. don't ask me how is the title related to the poem. I'd want to keep writing forever and always. That's why the title!!

I know not how, I know not why

How wonderful it feels to look at the

Clear blue sky

To feel the magical morning air

With fragrance of roses

The passionate feelings hidden deep

Inside the dungeons of the heart

As if it has been set free to a happy release

A smile that makes your entire day

Like a walk in the silky air

A heart to beat for

A face to remember

A searching eye to wake up for

A reason to make living better

Like the rainbow after rain

The lovely bright sunshine

They belong together don’t they?

So much of your presence is

Felt in every breath I take

Its like I’ve lost and found myself

In your affection lake

I may not be the best poet to write our song

But only my heart will remember this feeling for long.

For once, its not me!!!

Hello! Namaskara! Vanakkam! Loong time since i blogged a thing. Almost a month and a half.. well excuses remain as usual, exams, hectic schedule blah blah..However your blogging babe is back to action and lets get down to business.
The other day, as i was planning the grand come back to my blogging, i was thinking how i always write about the situations where i get trapped and get a tai tai pish.. eishh.. so for a change i decided to write about when i am on the better side. When i can just sigh a relief and say thank god, for once its not me!! When the sadist in me comes out and gives a devilish laugh at the poor victims.
My sadist behaviour dates back to from when i was a kid. Once it so happened that my best friend stepped on a foot ball and fell down rolling and walking on the ball in the games period. Not only was i happy that it wasn't me, i was in fact laughing away to glory in front of the poor girl. I'm sure she would have cursed what a loser. Ahem, not that i didn't know about it. Thank you, i ll take it.

Progressively, coming to college I always pitied the poor first bencher who used to sit right under the nose of the teacher. Not only because you can't make mischief or chatter about the latest happening gossips on the campus. But imagine "its-raining-spit.. halluya" kinda situation the poor guys are drowned in. Just because i came a micro-second earlier & occupied a better seat. Thank god, for once its not me taking the spit balls..(i like spit in a different form and delivered different way you see)
PS:i am innocent.. trust me,,, (wink wink)
The sadist in me rejoiced and danced when it was my dad at the receiving end from my mom for not switching off the lights and fans before leaving home. I mean it can happen to anyone, when you are late to college, with the evening hang-out plans shaping up in mind and that cute guy troubling you with his looks and smiles every now and then. Common, i have just one functioning brain! i think it should be made legal to be forgetful. However this time it was dad and not me! woah, relief relief!

Standing in the traffic signals of Bangalore, there are whole lot of activities one can expect to see. cool dudes on their cooler bikes, babes in their pink rides, a beer belly traffic cop, the ever poor beggar who begs everyday (same time, same place, same old starving kid). But wait a minute the grand presence belongs to eunuchs! extorting money from all those cool dudes and uncle ji s in the car. (how ever uncle ji s in the car are clever and pull up their window.huh)But still it gives me immense pleasure for not being in their shoes for once, To see the guys quiver and shrug at their touch. how the guys blush when they are touched here and there (LOL), search their pockets for change, goosebumpy heh? For once its not me having to handle with the stalking men. Yeah, bring it on baby! make them wither and shiver 'cuz its not me this time!

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Thank God! Not this either!