GET A LIFE!!!

Why dont you GET A LIFE?????

Was a lot tied up with college work...making me write this blog after such a delay..but this is worth writing in after a big gap,me being a slightly different person now,for i say so because situations made me go different,may be for better..

I kept saying after coming in this new world of mine.."wow this is somewhat a new and beautiful life with the best people around"...but whoa!I couldnt have found more filthy and ugly world anywhere else..with the evil people..and the worst of days...now this is not something am writing cause i suffered betrayal or something...but i always thought i would never say i hate someone or i would never say what a disgusting day to come across,though today i feel things have changed..
Life CANNOT be beautiful if you have certain negative people around,people who are your 'wellwishers'...hoping you to fall into a 'well'people who will try to pull your leg down when you struggle to grasp a breath of air when underwater for a long time, people who would never want you to do good,the plastic smiles,bitching around,overall would rather say POLITICS...I was never interested in what people say about me,I am like the one who never gets affected,am really surprised how certain people can utilise all they have that is a peanut sized brain to plot and plan for meticulous manipulations??How can people afford to waste sooo much time to ogle upon something that is someone else's.I was and will remain the go getter type,not being backlashed by something someone trying to put me down in any way..I still dont get what fun people derive by interfering in someone else's life??i dont understand where from do they bring in disastrous thoughts and ways to pull someone down?can a peanut sized brain dangling there in the almost empty cranium box be so monstrous?
This all is not something referring to a particular someone...but referring to MANY!there are all kinds of people in this world...but here I find the same kind everywhere...there are just a few I can count on my fingertips as my friends...that too not great ones,am surprised to see a whole lot of such devilish type all gathered over here!I have always been the kind who had less friends all through my life,and the story is still the same...but its way better than having a big bunch of bitches...But to be honest,friends have taught me less than these people have...I have learnt to give plastic smiles back,still without backstabbing anyone..am proud I dont fall into that category,I just cant cause I cant utilise my tiny brain into something like this..politics are not my cup of tea...but am careful not falling a prey to this,have learnt to not let things affect me...may be am far better than the others to make them jealous,may be am too good...;)..that's the reason for them to waste a large chunk of their lives in thinking about me!lol...But let them know am not the kind who would say why me?It would rather be TRY ME..:)...I will not stop myself from being a winner by doing the most possible by me,I am a hardworker and way too determined..so back off people..and lastly I would say....

GET A LIFE GUYS!!!!!

P.S: I Love You

P.S: I LOVE YOU

Had heard a lot about the Cecelia Ahern written P.S: I LOVE YOU, the divine love story, rather a life story about Gerry and Holly. Holly, who found her soulmate in Gerry and even got married to him, had a beautiful life and nothing beyond him. He was her world ,he too held her as her world .Both too much into each other ,soulmates literally ,and a shattering loss of him to her .He died, emptying her life totally, with no purpose left for her to live her life again without him but his last letters ,his final words to her which made her comeback and live her life to her fullest again ,but this time without him.
Such a beautiful story penned by the author who met these characters once in her dream .I only can describe it in words like DIVINE and SERENE.I could just feel thoughts going through Holly’s mind completely .It is so fantastically written that it makes you finally step into Holly’s shoes while reading it ,not wanting to be in her shoes because of the undesirable pain she goes through .You get as eager to read Gerry’s letters as the pages are turned ,just as Holly wanting to read them what’s written by Gerry to her every month after his death .I really felt her love ,her eagerness ,her strong desire to want him back ,to see him ,to speak to him .Isn’t it more than a blessing to have found something from a person you loved ,who no more existed in this world ,still had left something for you .I too lost someone special last year ,would have been a blessing if she had left something for me ,her memories are not that enough to replace her .But her dreams after she had gone were something I truly treasure .she met me, she spoke to me, she saw me, she touched me…her dream is something which makes me eager to go to sleep for the longing to meet her .It’s been a year ,still have her memories fresh ,still her voice echoes in my ears, still the love for her in my heart ,same longing to meet her when I go back home every time .That’s why I found myself close to Holly and Gerry .This is something which may not be understood by anyone but me ,may be people closest to me ,but this is something very divine and heartfelt .And through P.S: I LOVE YOU,I found strength and belief ,through Holly,through Gerry.

The Great Massacre

The Great Massacre...

Not talking about the Jallianwala Bagh Massacre or something...am talking about the great grand massacre every student goes through especially in a medical college..."THE GRAND VIVAS"..
The word itself has got me goosebumps...no wonder it makes you sweat n cry n weep when you even think about it...have been through this and a great big ordeal as it is...every fellow classmate would agree to what i am talking about...

You really feel like a jackfruit who is subjected to an arrow attack...that is what i felt too...knowingly and readily you agree to this attack knowing that this will fetch you marks and make u pass...you willingly enter the dangerous den and are ready to get attacked...with sweaty palms and a sweaty forehead...you get ready to fight this battle you know you will never win in the first place..then there you see a person with two big horns on his head,ready to chew you up,swallow you down,there are rays and arrows of questions bestowed upon you,and even if you try to catch them,you know you will never succeed..

Even if you behave as if the books are written by you and you try to answer,deep in you can feel the empty brainbox dingling...lol..any question asked makes you feel as if you have never opened the book,dazed and confused,and thats what is seen on the marksheet too...:P.. i guess they can hear that empty cranium sound too...you stand there as a fool who has a zero iq,they ask as if they know you are someone with an iq of 130..and thats where the balance looses out and you are asked to leave...

This is really one of a great challenge i have been enjoying,getting screwed up is true,but at the same time its challenging,you know where you stand,even if its the deepest fathom of a trench,but vivas make it sure you will rise,even if its just a question of a few inches...but the feeling of quenching and twisting of intestines is one of a kind,this can only be felt when you stand up there for vivas...you feel like you have been made to pass through a rubber tube of the least diameter..and when its over and done,you breathe as if you are breathing for the very first time... VIVAS are really one of a kind thing for students...i really dunno whether to stand up for it or against it...kuch bhi ho...exams would have been empty without them...kudos to VIVAS for making a student life so worth being called a challenging life..

THE YEAR ENDS....

So the year comes to an end...a blissful end to say...a busy year...full of studies, struggle and hardships...a year full of ups,downs and friendships...it has been a helluva ride altogether...to begin with...it was something i did desire for,but was not ready for...away from home...quite trying at times...but today when i look back,i see a wonderful fruitful time spent...where i got the best of friends...the worst of people too,lost on a lot,but gained a lot too,and surprising to say…but while returning back to my home…I realized I will miss that home back too…its been just the end of a year and still there are a few years to go…but I fear the attachment will grow stronger by then,which will make it hard to face leaving that place…really,it will….

The last lecture for the year,made all ur friends nostalgic,cause that’s where we got all of us,thats where it all started,a new life to begin with,a new small world we made up for our own to be there,which is now really close to our hearts,and will remain so…
That day,we friends decided to just look back to the time spent,the enjoyments,the struggle during exams,staying awake for nights altogether to get good scores(cause that’s the main reason we were here rite),surprise birthdays,all the fights,mood swings,not talking to each other on silly arguments,then again hugging each other just the very next minute,it was so untrue but true to believe that strangers could be a big part of your life now,people from so far away,just come together and stay and your life forever,the best of friends,who know you through and through,to be your emotional crutches,and make a strange place so addictive to live in,far away from your own home but still so homely and worth living in…

It makes me feel sad to see a year go,but then it was the best time I spent to get the best of people,will cherish them forever,and still looking forward for the next years to come,with a hope that time shouldn’t at all fly by,I want to stay in this,FOREVER…:)

YOU ARE ALWAYS IN MY HEART....

Every morning reminds me of ur childish giggles,every night of your bedtime stories...how can i just stop missing you...you were someone so close,someone to pour my heart to...there was so much left to tell you,so much to share with you...so much to laugh on...still so much left to do...

Remembering of the woollen dolls we made when i was small...you laughing on my stupid jokes...encouraging me in everything i do...some fights and a lot of love...from a toddler to a teen today...i wished you would be there to stay....

Wanted to come back and meet you like always...didnt know you would go so far off...without a word...wished you could open your eyes...wished you could talk to me...wished you never left us without you...wished i never had to see u still..wished i never had to see you vanish through the flames...

Just a last wish in my heart to keep you in my heart always...you are one precious gem i have lost...but your memories are more precious now and will always dwell in my heart...love you and love you always...with the heaviest heart we had to let you go...but with the best of love i will cherish the time we spent together...i promise to fulfill your dreams...still cant believe now you arent amongst us...still see you wherever i go...

WE WILL MISS YOU AJI...

You just left...without bidding a goodbye...

How could you just go? Yes i am still asking why???

The BEST FRIEND Ever…

Nearly 5 years of friendship…never in my weirdest dreams I thought I could ever miss u so much…coz u were always some houses away..but now that i realise...this one goes to my bestest friend ever MAMTA…
We met in school,dunno just clicked so easily n today we are the best of friends..i am so thankful to god that I joined this school n was I guess destined to meet you…even today when I think of the best times we spent in school,never would have felt so lucky to have you as a very good friend cause its now when I realize that apart from my family,you are the one I miss very much…
Whenever it comes to something I want to talk to,something I want to share with,some help I require…the first person I remember is U…and that’s when I feel so empty and wish you were here to bring the same old past times again…I remember all the stupid things(yes I call them stupid today,we were just 15…hehe!)and even today when I meet you…I realize u havent changed a bit ,and that’s really good for the thing that YOU WERE PERFECT,AND YOU ARE PERFECT…and thanks for being the same..have realized today that you are an important part of my life when you are not around…and even you know…whenever I come back to Mumbai…I just run to meet you to tell you about all the stuff that happened,to laugh on,to cry on, just everything…
So today decided to write down that thanks for being with me through thick n thin…and I promise to be there forever wherever we go…i dunno if u will ever read this,but when u do...m sure there will be a cute curve on ur face... i await.:)

The best of friends,Can change a frown,Into a smile,when you feel down.

The best of friends,Will understand,Your little trials,And lend a hand.

The best of friends,Will always share,Your secret dreams,Because they care.

The best of friends,Worth more than gold,Give all the love,A heart can hold.

Nothing could have been better and nothing could have been more worse...sometimes we get the best and the worst together.I cant decide whether to thankk for the good or just repent for the bad..

Life's in a jeopardy..

chasing dreams,but at the same time asking for the old times...

Missing the old friends ,but at the same time adding the new ones into your lives...

Having a sweet home back there,but at the same time trying to find a home away from home here...

Eyes filled with nostalgia, but at the same time glittery eyes laughing with friends...

WHY does life come in mixtures?
I am the most confused right now...cant decide if i am happy or a bit aloof...a bit sad or just ok with everything...

but i atleast know...i am living the present really well...