A Bye... Bye...

I was in 2^nd class when dad got my bro a bicycle. It was a small red Avon cycle. Even the seat cover and the bell was red in colour coz those days red was my fav colour. Of course, it was my selection but I did not touch that for more than a year for two reasons-

1) It wasn’t mine

2) I was afraid to fall down!

By the time I reached 4^th class, it was pretty embarrassing for me as all of my friends new how to ride a cycle and all our girlish games like stapu, tv, Chocolate, etc. etc were fast replaced by cycling which ended up in mine sitting at home most of the evenings! Very soon, my bro grew taller and big enough for that small cycle and this time he got a steel grey and black avon cycle. I still remember, that time the distance between the new cycle’s seat and ground was equal to the distance between by foot and head!

That red cycle was given to me so I had no choice left but to learn to ride that. I could ride properly since the day I started but the problem was I didn’t knew how to stop that and get down. My dad used to get me started and leave. After riding for some time, I would come back home calling dad at the top of my voice so that he can stop the cycle and get me safe on ground! In the course of learning, I did experience the bitter situation where dad didn’t turn up and I had to just fall down. Soon I learnt. I remember pretty clearly, when I got the confidence in riding the cycle and started enjoying cycling, I got myself a red t-shirt, shorts and shoes! Every Sunday I used to wear that red stuff and took my red cycle and go to buy bread. Soon my legs grew taller for my red cycle and even my red-ridding hood costume lost charm. Before my parents could pass on the avon cycle to me and get a new one for my bro, I asked for a ladies cycle ;) so clever of me!!!

My cycle was bought on 30.8.2000, “HERO DEVIL” violet colored with matching bell but I couldn’t get a matching seat cover so I settled for a black cover. Just 2 days practice and I could ride her very comfortably. I used to love riding her at top speed when it rained! Soon I started going to school riding her. From the window, I used to adore her, standing elegant in the parking area. Since 9^th class till 12^th, everyday I used to take her with me. Till the last day of my school, I was the only girl who used to go in cycle.

But today, after more than 6 years of living with it, I finally sold her for a mere 500 bugs! I wasn’t using her since I started going to college and my mom felt that she's occupying unnecessary space which was true to some extent. Her place is now replaced by other things but the place she has occupied in my heart will never be “unnecessary” and will never be replaced by other things!

An year ago.........

First day in college!!!!

Immediately after the 12th class results were out… the “Mission Admission” started. The ups and downs during that time will make another article so I will directly let u know that I successfully got the course and the college that I wanted. BSc. (H) Physics in Sri Venkateswara College, Delhi.

16th July 2005, Saturday was the first day to independence, enjoyment, fun etc. etc. (as I used to think those days… lol…) One week before the college started, I was debating with myself – what to wear? Do I have to carry books? Notes? Lunch? Money? BAG????? Our college had an orientation day on 15th July and on that day; other than a long lecture by our cute princi ;), we were given the time-table too. I had to catch the 8’o clock bus to reach the college at 8:40 for the 8:45 class. A good girl as I am, I started the routine from first day and I was off with a ‘rough note’ and ‘lunch’ (coz of mom!!!!!) sharp at 8! The bus journey was certainly THRILLING coz it was practically the first time I was traveling alone… after a big fight/argument with my parents, I won the war and I was there looking outside the bus window… alone , excited, thrilled and confident… getting familiarized with the road that I will be visiting daily for 3 more years!!!On the way to the ‘destination’, I suddenly remembered something called ‘ragging’ and a cold wind froze me for a second! I was reading in the newspapers a week before that our college have some “anti-ragging squad” and the freshers needn’t be afraid of anything. But suddenly in bus I realized – what if seniors r smarter than the princi? What if the “anti-ragging squad” members start ragging? What will they make me do? Should I protest? But I don’t know anybody there! How will I handle the situation? Shall I turn back home? With these questions pouring up my mind… tears flooding the eyes… hands shaking… legs trembling… I realized that at last I have reached! That place had a charm in it and I could feel my lost confidence coming back!

The allotted classroom was in the second floor and I climbed the stairs carefully… counting each step… not letting any ill thoughts to disturb my confidence! Room. No. 259 – with one side opening wooden door – painted blue. Opposite to door were big big windows, which were having broken glass. There were long long wooden benches in 5 rows. A teacher’s wooden chair and a black board which till the last day of 1st year was addressed as the “smallest blackboard in the college” by our chemistry sir. There were only 2 students when I stepped inside and one of them was Ayushi, whom I had met when I visited the college for admission and I knew that we r gonna make a pair! And v did! V got seated in the first bench and went on talking and talking and talking and I felt “at ease”! Lots of new faces… some with attitude… some with excitement… some nervous and some ‘absolutely blank!’ soon the room got flooded and I turned back and counted 26 of them! But there were only 20 seats in the college… err… whatever!!!

Then came the seniors with their ‘BAGS’! After introducing themselves, they asked us to do the same! Believe me, by the end of the day, we must have given our intro’s nearly 100 times!! They asked us to get proper school bags as we r gonna carry a lot daily and told us to carry lunch too coz in the 15 min lunch break they said it wont be possible to check out the canteen! The whole portfolio of professors was in front of us within minutes. They gave a long report on which class to bunk / not to bunk... Where to hang out/ where not to... Which books to buy... Which book to refer from library… everything and we were all silently thankful to them for being so nice with us and so we didn’t really mind the little ‘ragging’ part that we had to undergo at-last!

It Hurts !!!!!!

I can’t see u with her… I cant … I cant … I cant!! I know it’s a part of ur profession but I mean at least not with her kindda girls … I was crazy for u coz u are so sensible and mature and balanced … y the hell did u agree to work with a girl like Mallika!!! It hurts to see u both together … laughing and talking … oh Rahul… after all y did u agree to work with her?? I know I should not criticize somebody but everyone knows what kindda girl this Mallika is!! And I know what kindda person u r… then why did u ever agree to work with her?? U know, it is always a pleasure watching u on screen… but when I saw the trailers of ur latest movie “Pyar ke side/effects” I wished that it wasn’t u and that I was dreaming!!! Hey Rahul… what made u sign a movie with that b*t** ???

U know something… I never ever liked watching movies and I actually used to wonder as of from where do people get so much patience to sit and watch a crap for 3 hrs!!! I never had the guts to watch horror movies!! Yeah am confessing it to u… I cant watch horror movies coz even a shreeky scream is good enough to scare the hell out of me and the very word “horror movie” is pretty horrifying!!! Romance I never liked... I mean what bloody shit man! And our good Hindi movies family dramas… yucks! They r far far far away from my tolerance!! English movies… well action I don’t like, fictions are too much stupid and imaginative that I cant enjoy!!! But with all these differences with the “movie industry” I always liked ur movies… they r different… esply 15 Park Avenue and Mr.and Mrs. Iyer!! My all time favorites… I don’t know if it is coz of u or coz of ur movie’s theme, that I like ur movies.

U r the best dear!! And am crazy for u!!!! I have lods of pictures of urs.. something which is so much typical of FAN’s … I know u have lots of them!! U deserve them!! U know something… the one thing that really really impresses me a lot abt u is ur attitude to work!! Ur acting is so damn casual but still so much demanding and powerful! And the one line that u said on the occasion of “Woman’s day” that .."I dont need a women's day to wish/celebrate it..more so I realized working with women like Konkana Sen, Shabana Azmi and Waheeda Rehman, all on one set!!" well that took away my heart!!! Hey dear… I don’t doubt ur decisions rather I was always proud to say that u r my fav!! But this time … movie with that Mallika … gosh! U can’t imagine how difficult it is for me to face my friends now … u shouldn’t have done that! I am afraid people are gonna watch the movie to c her and not to admire u!!! Nevertheless, be rest assured … am there to watch the movie and not for her but for u …

Balle Balle !!

Am back from Punjab just a few days ago so thought of just writing down the experience of the trip! Sardars were my all time favorites !! 90% of jokes in India are Sardar jokes and in America, blonds r the poor victims!! I always felt “y only Sardars always???” for this my dad once told me a story...

'It so happened once that there was a Sardar’s meeting and all Sardars were discussing on why its always them, the poor victims?? They came to know that there is a guy Mr.Jhonson in America, who write jokes on Sardas and distribute that. So these people decided in that conference that they will go and ask Mr.Jhonson directly as of why he makes fun of Sardars?? But then they thought that (yeah they can think!!) its not possible for all of them to go so they elected a representative.. Mr.Banta Singh. So one fine day Banta Singh got ready to leave to America and all the Sardars were there in the airport to see him off and to wish him luck! Now our Banta Singh landed safe and next day went to meet Mr.Jhonson who was glad to receive him. After some general talks, Banta Singh came to the point and asked Mr.Jhonson, “what is ur problem with my community and y do u always make fun of us??” for this Mr.Jhonson smiled and said, “Banta Singh ji, I will stop making jokes on if u can answer my question!”. Ofcourse our hero agreed confidently and the question asked was “in my house there are four people, my wife, my son and my daughter are 3 of then. Who is the fourth person??” now this zapped up Banta Singh. He didn’t knew so he asked permission to discuss it with his frds and came back to India and put up the same question “in my house there are four people, my wife, my son and my daughter are 3 of then. Who is the fourth person??” Now all Sardars r thinking … harder … harded … but they don’t know! Finally after 1 week of serious thinking when they didn’t get the answer, they sent back Banta Singh to find out the answer and to accept their defeat. With a very heavy heart our Bantaji left for America and apologized to Mr.Jhonson for bothering him. But before leaving he asked for the answer and Mr.Jhonson said that the fourth person was “him” (pointing to himself). Now when Banta Singh comes back to home sweet home, a meeting was called and when he was asked the answer, he said that the “fourth person is Mr.Jhonson”!!'

Anyways jokes apart. I think Sardars r very lively people. I met lot of them in my trip and I heard them making fun of themselves! I was there for just 4 days and in that short span of time I could make 3 frds in the neighborhood. Something which is impossible in a place like Delhi!! I went to Ludhiana to my relatives place mainly because one of my relative was not doing well …so I couldn’t possibly roam about much other than the nearby places … I wanted to go to Amritsar but didn't get time for that. Ludhiana in specific is very famous for hosiery and shoes!! The roads r so wide and neat that it really is a joy ride there! Mainly because they got lot of industries there so I think the transportation is so important that they give importance to roads. In Delhi trucks r allowed only at night I think after 10 or something… but there trucks rule the roads. I didn’t c much of buses too! All the buses there were for inter-state only like from Ludhiana to Patiala or Jalandar etc. etc. but within Ludhiana people use shared auto rikshaw.

Food was another attraction!! The local dhabha’s made tandoori roti… and the tandoori parantas… yummy!!! A big glass of lassi after the roti and dal… simple food but it was mind blowing!! Yeah there r Mc.D and Pizza hut and other resto’s in the malls but still nothing like the dhabha ka khanaa atleast for the tourist! I know coz I traveled nearly 1 hr to reach the dhabha!! The malls r pretty happening place for youth and was really crowded when I went!! I heard a lot about the jalandar university there but didn't get time to check out the campus!! Another thing that practically shocked me (embarrassed too!!) was the fact that girls there don’t really like to wear jeans still… I mean I was carrying my jeans and t-shirts only coz it was a casual trip and I wasn’t sure if I vl get time to visit gurudwara’s and all so I thought salwar kameez wont be needed!! But where ever I went, I found my self the odd one out coz hardly I actually mean hardly 2% of the girls population wore jeans all others were wearing salwar kameez only!! But finally just a day before I left, I got a new set of salwar kameez for myself so that at-lest one day I can be like them. So all my dear friends (for girls) keep in mind that if u r going to Punjab do carry ur salwar kameez!!

~ Broken cage ~

I wrote this poem during my school farewell, year 2005 … my friends say this is my best work! I think they say that coz the situation was so sentimental that they liked it so much. I wrote this with my heart… and when I read this out to my friends, they actually enjoyed each and every word… even the last 2 paragraphs :) School days were the best always!!


~ Broken cage ~


Remembering the lovely past,
The time ran away really fast.
Remembering those gone by days,
A bright future we will now face.

Moving out from school,
Like moving to sea from a pool.
A caged bird left to fly,
In the open and vast sky.

Indeed the protection is lost,
Can’t get it back at any cost.
Work day and night,
To fly far and wide like a kite.

Not repeating past mistake,
Rectify the destined fate.
Search for hidden talents,
Shine like a star in this planet.

Leaving the past behind,
With determination and confidence in mind.
We all will move ahead,
To reach the desired end.

May the almighty up there,
Bless us all ‘love and care’
May he help us stay in sky,
And give us courage to fly high.

I’ll not miss you my friend,
Because I know we will maintain our friendship till the end,
Do keep in touch and send mails,
Of our friendship you are the sails.

This poem is addressed to you,
Because you are one of that very few,
Who will be cherished in my heart,
Of my school life you were an important part.

Dark dayz....

Unspoken words of heart,
Leave distance apart.
Seeds of misunderstanding sown,
Like a banyan it’s grown.

Struggle to express view
Gives out absolutely no clue
What’s going on in the mind
Even the closest cant find!

Depression clouding on and on
Life is so full of thorn
Wishing deeply for spring
To hear the birds sing

Darkness of the day
Got so much to say,
Stars at night
Do shed out their light.

Clutching grudges together
Let it off with big feather
Far away there it goes,
Leaving a fresh bed of rose!

Magic show ;)

This is for u Didi...........



My cousin sis was in 17 and I was 10 when she came to my house for her vacations. I had a fancy for her always and used to revolve around her... she was my world and I adored her. She was/is my role-model and I used to follow her where-so-ever she went. One evening she left for a shop to check her mail… I blinked twice thinking y she is going to a shop to get her mail … as far as I know mails come home or to the post-office… where did a shop come to picture?? But who cared… all I did was to follow her as always. V reached the shop. I saw lotssa computers lined up neatly and the place was pretty crowded. There was a poster outside with the words “Rs.20 per hour”. My sis looked at me and said “u have an ID?” I said “Didi I have 5th class ID card but I vl get my 6th class ID card in a week!” my cousins still repeat this line when ever we meet and I go PINK!!! She paid 40 bugs and made me sit in front of a computer. She opened a game and said “sit and play”!!! play?? Ofcourse I was sitting right next to my sis… my eyes on her computer… lol… couldn’t help that!! She typed “hey I reached Delhi… my small sis behind me as always… they don’t have an internet connection at home so I am in a café.. etc.etc.” there were replies coming in!!! Someone from the other side was typing something and it was displayed in the monitor. MAGIC!! Is someone there sitting behind the computer??? If there is someone, then y not behind my computer??? That game my sis opened was untouched for an hour. I understood that the place am sitting is not a shop, it’s a café.

After a week she had to go again. She tried escaping when I was sleeping but since I was holding her tight, I knew when she moved and she had to take me! Same café but this time I said I vl sit with her so 20 bugs saved, v got ice-cream for that later :) I want to learnt that and I want an ID!!! She clicked internet explorer… I was standing next to her, finger crossed eagerly watching…she typed www.yahoo.com and created my ID!! Wow! I have and ID!!! Then she did that same job as she did a week before. I was lost in my dream world celebrating the fact that I have an ID now!!! Didn’t even bothered to watch that “magic show”. Believe it or not, for two years I didn't knew what to do with that ID but I was rejoicing over the fact that I have an ID!!! I gave my ID to everyone… school friends… cousins… y not! After all I have an ID now.

In a year after the creation of my ID, v got an internet connection at home and an year later when my sis came to my house I proudly announced “Didi u don’t have to go to that café now. V have internet connection at home!”. She asked me if I check my ID. “Check?? But u never said that!!” She blinked and asked what I did with my ID and my stupid answer was “announced to everyone!!”. I bet she would have slapped me for that but she didn’t after all I adored her so much. Where vl she get a fan like me ever again! She couldn’t have possibly lost me u c.. so she taught me to check the ID and when she logged in, she announced that the ID expired! I was in the ocean of tears…. Tears tears everwhere... she said she vl make another one and I was astonished and said “another one! Really Didi.. u mean u can do it? Can u? Oh am so glad. Didi u r the best! Thank u so much.” So my great sis made another ID for me and this time she taught me to check the ID. I mailed her daily from that day and she used to reply daily. Nothing much many times just a hi hello but at least something daily. I announced about this incredible e-mail stuff in school and the fever spread… I created ID for my friends and we all started mailing each other daily that too just after returning home from school where we had spent good 6 hrs together!!

Soon messenger was downloaded and I could do the “magic show” myself!!! I started chatting with my sis of course. Daily morning a good morning message… breakfast details… lunch… school stuff… homework… evening games… xtra curricular… dinner… ice-cream… everything. I could tell her everything and I was glad!! Then one day I came to know about “chat rooms”. Real real bad experiences initially!! Poor me… didn’t knew what is ASL?!!!!!! First question everyone put up… “ASL pls”. Then my sis came to rescue as usual. She gave me a long list of abbreviations that r used for chatting. I sincerely memorized all and then started my chatting session… going on… and on…. And believe me an really thankful to my sis for introducing me to this world. My sis is now married and is in US and she now got a baby boy who is one yr old. She is always online now coz she got a free internet connection there and each day before going to sleep I don’t forget to buzz her and thank her for creating my ID!!!

Practical or sensitive??

In one of the very unusual English class we had in the college, we were more unusually taught a chapter!! Yeah there r no English classes in the college.. students bunk one day and teachers bunk the other 3 dayz in the 4 English classes officially allotted per week!! So in one such class, we were taught a story titled “Grief” by Anton Chekov. I don’t know how many of u have read that so thought of briefing down the story .. newayz its always good to read a story.. here it goes…

Iona Potapov is a cab driver who lost his son (eks.. that was the climax!!!!). And the whole story was circulating around the fact that he couldn’t get even a single person to share his grief.. as the title suggest. The author had described Iona as “a white pale phantom bent double as far as a human body can bend; he is seated on a box and never moves. If a whole snowdrift fall on him, it seems as if he would not find it necessary to shake it off. His little horse is also quite white and remains motionless.” There were many passengers who came to him and on the way he tried his best to initiate a conversation with them and to tell them about his great loss.. but the world was so busy with their daily chaos that they didn’t had time for him. He couldn’t even drive properly and his passengers were constantly abusing him as he was very rash on the road and even stopped at places.. maybe coz he was overwhelmed with his grief. Below are the conversation with his passengers,

1) Iona looked around at the passenger and moves his lip. He evidently wants to say something, but the only sound that issues is a snuffle.

“What?” asks the passenger

Iona twist his mouth into a smile and with an effort says hoarsely: “My son, Barin, died this week.”

“Hm! What did he die of?”

Iona turns the whole body towards the fare and was about to start when the passenger cut short saying “Turn around! The devil!”

Several times again, he looked at his fare, but the latter has closed his eyes.

2) They were a group of three guz and were having a conversation amg themselves. The conversation was well described in the story but am not gonna do that!! Iona looks around at them several times; he waits for a temporary silence, then turning round again, he murmurs:

“My son – died last week.”

“We must all die one day, Now, hurry up!!!!!!”

3) “Hey cabby are u married?” asks the new one

“I? Hi, hi, what a man! Now I have only a wife: the moist ground… Hi, ho, ho.. that is to say, the grave! My son died, and I am alive.. a wonderful thing, death must have mistook the door… instead of coming to me, it went to my son…”

Iona turns round to tell them how his son died, but at that moment the passenger, giving a little sigh, announces, Thank God, they have reached the destination, and Iona watches them disappear through the dark entrance. Once more he is alone.. surrounded by silence…

His grief, which he had abated for a short while, returns and rends his heart with greater force. With an anxious and hurried look, he searches among the crowds passing on either side of the street to find if there is ONE person who will listen to him. Yet it is such an immense, illimitable grief. Should his heartbreak and the grief pour out, it would flow over the whole earth it seems, and yet, no one sees it. It has managed to conceal itself in such an insignificant shell that no one can see it even by day and with a light.

At the end of the day and the end of the story,

“Are you tucking in?” Iona asks his horse, looking at his bright eyes; “go on, tuck in though we’ve not earned our corn, we can eat hay. Yes! I am too old to drive – my son could have, not I. He was a first – rate cab driver. If only he had lived!”

Iona is silent for a moment, and then continues:

“That’s how it is, my old horse. There is no more Kuzma Ionitch. He has left us to live, and went off pop. Now, lets say, you had a foul, you were that foul’s mother, and suddenly, let us say, the foul left you to live after him. It would be sad wouldn’t it?”

The little horse munches, listens, and breaths over the master’s hand…..

Iona’s feeling are too much for him and he tells the little horse the whole story………!!!!!! Well this was the climax!

At the end of the chapter, sir asked the class, “what will u do if u r walking on the road and an old man (stranger) comes to u to share his so called grief!????”

The bell rang and that was the end of the discussions and the English class that v had in the college. .. he he..

But the question, I must say is worth giving a thought. Practicality or sensitivity?? If u r sensitive, u vl definitely sit to listen to an absolute stranger seeing his/her sad face and the emotions with which the person approaches u. But practically thinking, its not safe to entertain such people. What if that person is a robber and robs u off.. After all, that person is a stranger isn’t it? Does that mean that if a person is practical, the person is insensitive? I mean.. when it comes to this situation, what will u choose for. If u don’t lend ears to the stranger’s words then w.r.t u, u r practical but w.r.t that stranger, u r insensitive!!! Isn’t it????

Discover "Inner beauty"

This is a newspaper article .. really really impressive one. I read it when so ever I feel depressed ... belive me it works!!!!


“When you like yourself, you go beyond the barriers of loneliness”…….. Silver Jade


A year ago, a beautiful woman came to see me. Her husband had been cheating on her and she wanted some advice regarding her future...

Even tough her eyes were dull, shoulders drawn and her face sad; I managed to look beyond that, look beyond her sadness. Did you know that when you go “beyond”, you can create new things? I told her to go look in my bathroom mirror. She came back and I asked her what she saw. “A FOOL” she replied. I told her hat she needed glasses and to go and look again. And again. By the third time she was almost in tears but she managed to acknowledge that she was beautiful!

When we are unhappy, especially in times of extreme trauma, the spirit cracks, even fractures into tiny pieces. In order to put that together, you need to start filling piece by piece. No one in this world can make you happy.

You need to like urself and achieve happiness from within. Nothing can bring happiness in u except u. your lover or husband or parents can add to that happiness. However, they cannot initiate the feeling...

How many times have you said or heard the words: I will be happy if... And follows the… if I win a million, if my husband is less grumpy, if I meet lover.

Our happiness is based on conditions. Not so. Happiness is the emotion that produces little tingly sensations in the brain. That is why chocolate uplifts the spirit. The brain sees it as happy food and soon you feel better!!!!!

In order to really like yourself, you need to embrace your good points and divide your bad points into two groups. There is a group of bad points that you can change and one that you cannot.

If you are five feet and two inches tall and you do not like it, so sorry, you have to deal with that. No miracle can turn you into six-footer. There are things in life that you cannot change. In order to be happy, you need to accept them and learn to live with it.

If you do not like it when it rains, and become all depressed, you need to see the depression is triggered by a symptom. No use treating the symptom if the cause is not fixed. You need to go “beyond” the symptoms to find and fix the cause.

Change what you can and look at what you cannot change from a different angle. Did you realize that being short has its own advantages? Look “beyond” the physical, emotional and the mind. See the perfection of your spirits. If the spirit is allowed to shine through, your emotions and thoughts will lighten and you will feel happier.

Nothing is impossible. “Nothing” does not exist. Therefore, you need to accept that all things are possible. No one is just good or bad. If you do not have bad points, there is imbalance, because the YOU as focal point needs good and bad in order to show the balance. Even the most successful people have weakness.

You are with YOU every year, every hour and every second. I did not say that I like your bad points; I said “I like YOU”. Like yourself. Soon you will relax and start looking at the things you do not like, changing what you can and accepting what you cannot. That is when miracle occurs. When you like yourself you go “beyond” the barriers of loneliness. Your appearance changes, even if you did nothing to make it look different on the outside. People will be drawn to you. Your boss, your friends... Everyone will recognize your talents.

This is because when you do so, you have a vibration of being content. You will be happy. When you are happy, it just reflects on your face. Having yourself as a best friend has advantages. You cannot lie to yourself. You can be kind to yourself. You will not be lonely because in balance, you will not mind times when you are on your own.

Trust yourself and have faith in the Creator. You are not here by coincidence. Go beyond and see how being YOU, can change your life and others.

That beautiful young women did all these things. Soon her eyes sparkled and she was even lovelier than before. Her shimmering spirit and kind nature drew lots of friends to her. At one stage she even had a choice of men wanting to be with her all the time! She chose one. She shares her secret of inner and outer beauty. She is her own best friend and she really likes herself.

Be YOU. Like whom you are. Trust who you are. You have to be happy for yourself. If you find it hard, look for someone to help you achieve that. Enjoy discovering your inner beauty!

Best Friend !!

He is never wrong!


The creator! The almighty! My best friend!


Ever wondered, how miracles happen?? How ur dad gets chocolate ice-cream exactly when u feel like having it? How ur mom makes the dish u wanted to have for the past 2 days but never told? How do u get sms or missed calls from ur friends when u just think of them? How do u get an internal choice for a 7 mark question u forgot to prepare?? Well... that’s because ur best friend is there with u ALWAYS... to take care of u... to guide u... to surprise u... to make u feel good and happy!!


Many people ask for the proof of his existence. But he is not a matter! He is dust... he is air. He is faith... he is belief!! His presence can be felt and not proved! He can always be felt by those who need his help and remembers him. If u can’t realize his presence, then u need to believe in him harder.


Many a times ur best friend don’t fulfill ur wishes :( gives u pain and makes u cry!! But that’s just to show u the other side of life! Failures and success go had in hand and sometimes a failure teaches a lot!! When he fails u, he gives u the strength to try again... to go ahead and make things better. He troubles u till u learn the new thing he wanted u to learn and once u have learnt that, he is again ur helpful best friend. True prayers r always heard. Pray for others and it is sure to work!!


I donno y but Lord Ganesha is always the one I like the most! Yeah! Yeah! I know all that – god is one etc.etc. But is always Lord Ganesha for me!! Its not that I don’t go to gurudwaras and churches and all or don’t worship the other gods but when so ever I go to a temple, I just like to stand in front of Lord Ganesha’s statue and talk to him... (Sometimes loudly too which becomes quite embarrassing later... lol...) D faith that he will take care of all things is enough for miracles to happen.


I wrote this poem on god when I was in 7th class... One of my all time favorites in my work….


“GOD”


God is great!
For your help he will never be late
When you will meet him is all your fate,
He can’t give you a particular date.

Oh god,
You are a fraud,
Many people say so,
Coz they are lazy to bow.

I believe in you,
But you are believed by only few.
Else says there is no such thing,
For whom you praise and sing.

You cant make us live forever,
You can make a fool – clever.
You are a power everyone should fear,
Coz your anger no one can bear.

Oh god! I am your lover,
Coz I know you are a super power.
You can change thorn to a flower,
You can change water to tower.

You are in every heart,
You are in the wheel of a cart.
You are in every eye,
You will never die.

You are in moon,
You are in sun,
Tell me,
Why are you always made fun?????

My Big Brother... Satyan

He deserved a separate post!!


Dyslexia! That’s what is the so – called medical disorder my brother suffers from! He is just a year and a half elder to me and 1 year senior to me academically. I was in 2nd class and he in 3rd when I noticed that my brother is not “Normal”… he is not like the other brothers who teach their small sisters to count. Rather he is the one who himself don’t know how to count! He is not “Normal”… but why is he so? Whom to ask? Mom was always very understanding and could read my mind with ease... she told me... yeah! Ur brother is not “Normal”... he is “Different”... he is “Special”! I marked those words... he is “Special”! He really is! Mom is a working lady but more than her office she was present either in home or in school coz my brother... as people called him... is “Abnormal”!!! I remember when I understood things then I decided to be his elder sister and guide him! I used to ensure mom that I vl take care of him and persuade her to go to office during summer vacations and in her absence would teach him how to count, read time, how to hold a pencil! Gosh! How glad I was when he could draw a circle for the first time!!! When v used to cross the roads, he used to hold my hands so tightly that his nails would pierce through my skin and my hands would bleed! But now when I see him lecturing me about how to walk on roads... well… I just Smile!!!


We were in the same school together since 1st class. There was once a picnic announced when I was in 4th and that was for both 4th and 5th class. In my class I was appointed the in charge of the troop… so glad was I… always loved acting like a leader... lol... I was just floating in the air coz of that new post when my brother’s class teacher sent a word for me. She said my brother can’t accompany us coz no one can take his responsibility... Not even me!!! I cried like hell non – stop for a week... still crying remembering that day! I rushed home... took a bat and started hitting my brother and he was there... no reaction... I thought what an “Insane” he is!!! I was so upset coz I knew I can’t go without him! But my genius parents made it! They said I should go on and they vl bring my brother later, in charge – my parents! After that day many things changed. I don’t think I did a very wrong thing to hit my brother that day coz that one act took away all the ill feelings I had for him and he got back his “Special” position.



Mom and dad really worked hard with him and he passed his 10th and 12th boards in first attempt! Much much to my surprise!!! When I was in 11th, a trip to Mt.Abu for both 11th and 12th class students was announced and the history repeated! Teachers didn’t allow him and I was the in charge again!!! But my mom – The great! Accompanied us all the way to Mt.Abu. She is the best! Now my bother is so much “Normal” that if I tell people about his past, they will call me “Insane”. All to my parents efforts and determination to bring him up. He is no more “Abnormal” but yeah he is still “Special”. My days of enjoying as his elder sister are over now and now he treats me like I am a small kid!!! He teaches me how to live in this world… lectures me… asks me where I went… cares for me… scolds me…and all I do is Smile!! He gave a card to me on my 16th birthday which touched my soul. The words were….


Sister, when I think about ur most lovable interests, your childlike dreams and fancies and the way you get excited easily over little things, I smile and feel lucky to have a lovely sister, who is as innocent as a little baby, a sister whose tender ways never cease to win a million hearts, a sister who is different, who is the best…. THANK YOU!!

Green ez Divine.........

Being a Vegetarian is not all that bad after all………


I used to have a few regular visitors to my garden... they were never alone… always in a small grp of two or three guided by a man. I donno D technical name for that man but I used to call him gopherd... Shepherd for the one with sheep so gopherd for goat... loll... he used to bring some goats to my garden and we both used to pick up the tender most leaves from the plants and feed the goats with those. I loved playing with those heavenly creatures... such tender ears... felt like a very very soft silk cloth of the supreme quality!! That feeble nose... really cute nose they had and they cuddled themselves in my arms when I used to touch their nose. Their eyes had that life! That spirit! When they used to look up at me, I would feel them talking to me saying, “COM’ on! Cuddle me, be close to me. I like u when u come near me and touch my nose. I love to lick u all over the place even when ur mom is standing behind u, fuming!!! I love to see the way u fight with ur mom to play with me... u and me... perfect companions.” They never put weight on their legs and from a distance they would look like a biggg faaaaat pillow balanced on just 4 matchsticks!!! 15 daz one herd and after that a new set. I didn’t knew what happened to them after 15 daz coz I used to be busy befriending the new once...


One day I asked the gophard, “What do u do with those goats after 15 days???” he didn’t answer and never ever came my way again!!! Weird... isn’t it??? Did I ask something wrong??? What??? I was behind my mom’s life for the answer. She had to answer coz she couldn’t run away! She tried her best to avoid the topic but I wouldn’t leave her. Finally one fine day she said that all the goats are killed after 15 days. What?? Killed?? Is it?? Hello!!! No! It can’t be so! Come again!!! Don’t tell me that! Oh my god! U mean it?? Mom! Answer me!!! I know u r always right but did I hear killed??? No mom! Please say I heard something wrong!!! How can anybody be actually so inhuman to kill such heavenly creatures?? They got such cute nose!! Killed??????????????


I always avoided the company of non-veg eaters in a party and all... in school I always had lunch alone. What if anyone there relish chicken in front of me?? School was easy to manage alone but not after that! As the social circle increases, many things r not possible. I don’t understand how anyone can party in the funeral of a chick or a fish or a goat, the one with such a cute nose!! When I see people ordering chicken burger and stuff, I feel like banging my hand on the table and shouting, “ If u really relish these flesh and blood so much then y don’t u cut ur parents into pieces, cook then and eat them away?????!!!!!! They too have flesh, blood and a soul like this chick had!!” but I have learnt to ignore a lot many things... maturity u see!! I now know that it is utter waste of time arguing and explaining things to such heartless... Inhuman creatures... who don’t value a LIFE!! Yeah! That chick, that fish, and that goat (the one with such a cute nose!!) is a LIFE!!!


I wrote this poem when I was in 5th class. Not at all a fine work and I can polish it now but I wanna freeze my childhood innocence with which I tried writing a poem on such a vital topic. One of my most cherished works………


“SELF PITY”


Don’t cut me, cries the trees.
Take mercy on me, pleads the bees.
Don’t hunt me, animals yield.
You can hear this in every field.

Why do we human don’t hear their plead?
Why do we keep our ears sealed?
Why do we pretend to grow trees?
Why do we say we help the bees?


One day a calamity we will face,
The earth will show its new face.
Against us the others will put up a case,
And there is only defeat that we will face.

Please open your eyes,
Do see to their cries.
Learn what is humanity,
Make world a sinless city.

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