Tuesday, August 12, 2014

small pinch of positivity











Friday, August 01, 2014

Life In A... Metro


जिंदगी भी तो मेट्रो ट्रैन की तरह है ना । 


life like metro
Life In A... Metro


रोज़ ही नई सवारी आती है और अपने गंतव्य स्थान पर उत्तर जाती है बिल्कुल वैसे ही जैसे आपकी और मेरी जिंदगी में होता है। हमारी जिंदगी की राह में हमें अक्सर नए दोस्त मिलते है साथ चलने के लिए पर जैसे ही उनकी मंजिल आती है चले जाते है अपनी मंजिल की ओर। 

कभी तो साथी बनते है सुख दुःख के , कभी बस चेहरे देख कर निकल जाते है। उनमे से शायद कुछ दोस्त भी बन जाते है और बहुत लोग अजनबी ही रह जाते है।  जो बनते है दोस्त वे भी तो अपने गंतव्य स्थान के आने पर "Keep in Touch" बोल कर आगे निकल जाते है। 

पर मेट्रो की ही तरह जिंदगी भी रूकती नही कहीं, बस चलती रहती है एक स्टेशन से दूसरे स्टेशन और फिर दूसरे से तीसरे। ....... बस चलती जाती है.……… चलती जाती है..............  चलती जाती है.…………

तो हो गई ना Life In A... Metro 

:)

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

free spirit now...

 

lipstikyangbagus

I am free now.....
free for keeping my hair short....
free for keeping my nail short....
free for putting dark lipstick.

I-AM-FREE 

I am free now...
free for wearing any dress...
free form my phone...
free from waiting for his call....

i-am-free

Yes I am free now...
free from not deserving relationship....
I am free now...
Yes I am free spirit now...

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

जीवन में संघर्ष बहुत हैं...

जीवन में संघर्ष बहुत है|
कहीं पेट भरने का संघर्ष|
कहीं सपने पूरा करने का संघर्ष|
कहीं अपनों से बिछड़ कर जीने का संघर्ष|
कहीं अपनों से मिलने के लिए संघर्ष|
संघर्ष ही संघर्ष.... जीवन का नाम ही है संघर्ष।

Monday, June 16, 2014

Galti se Galti ho gae

In the race of life, we encounter with so much experience which may sometime lead us to a lesson or sometime smile for whole life. Today I am sharing an experience which gave me both lesson and smile too.

Fun + Masti + Majak + Friendship + Affair + Break up + Assignments + Projects + Meeting new people + Boring lectures + Exams + Stupid PJs = College life.

For me also college life is as same for you all guys. Do you remember a song? Papa kehte hai ki beta bda nam karega..... lots of expectations from parents. Pressure of attending boring lectures (in which I almost slept each day).

In our university PC program, They make our schedule very hectic. Class starts from 8:30 in the morning and ends at 6 in the evening with two assignments each day. We all have to follow this schedule without any excuse. I always tried to be on time not only in class, but also in assignments.

In the class there are so many people from different age groups, different races & different cultures. One morning, she entered into the classroom and grab the chair before me. She was very simple, wearing a punjabi salwar kamij and long hair.

Actually, I adore this kind of long hair, if I say that her long hair grab my attention, this would be a correct statement. As I liked her hair. I actually wished to talk to her. But she looks like South Indian. So I thought that she will not understand my Hindi. So I stopped. But I started talking about her hair with my friend.

Whenever I look at her or she comes into my sight, I started talking about her hair, our talk is like her hair is not original, she must be wearing any Wig. But it looks original. And you can't imagine she is always near me, and I never bothered about it, because I was damn sure that she would not understand Hindi.

It was day of exam. Again she was on sitting just before me. Me and my friend, left our breakfast because of confusion in timing. I was fighting with my friend for all this. And said I'm hungry. And suddenly, she gave us biscuits and mathiyan. I took them and started eating. That was the last day when I saw her.

When I came to home (Delhi), I started contacting those people I met in PCP. She started enjoying conversations with me. One while texting, she sent me a text in Hindi. I was shocked. I was literally shocked. Then I asked her you know Hindi? She said "Tumhe to usi din samjh jana chahiye jab examhall me maine tumhe biscuits diye the.(you should understand the day, only when I offered you biscuits and mathiyan.)" OMG, it was just like the dialogue of Akshay Kumar in Namste London.

It was really very awkward moment of my life. But she was smiling. I get to about my all foolish talks. I started thinking that she must have felt when I was talking about her hair. I shared this to my friends with whom, I usually discussed about her. They also reacted the same as I did. We all were in a same situation.

But today, when I dive in those memories, I always smile on my own fullish behavior. I realize that how I underestimated her and her patients to tolerate my behavior and still she offered me her snacks.

I think we all should learn to be cool and clam in any kind of situation.

Friday, June 13, 2014

My love letter for you. .......

When I met you, I started discovering myself, I get to know what I want from my life, what was my dreams. You came in life like a mirror for me. I never thought a day without you. I planned my years with you. My days, my nights were planned only with you.But God has planned something else for us. I know Looking back is painful. But today I am writing it for you. You might reading my blog yet.

I didn't plan on falling in love with you.  I doubt if you planned it. But once we met. It was clear that nigher of us could control what was happening to us.It all was planned by God. God planned our incomplete story (not like "TWO STATES" as we were correlating our story with this novel) with lots of love and tears. I know now it's a complete story with a painful ending.


I know this must be painful for you also. But I must tell you that I have enjoyed each and every moment which I spend with you. I always wanted to tell you that you were the first person to whom I disclosed my reality. 


Saying goodbye was most painful moment of my life. I am still wondering how I am alive yet.

Friday, June 06, 2014

Tea Time in Andhra Pradesh

I was a bit startled as my mobile alarm rang, it was already 6:30 am, and I opened my eyes and found myself in a Hotel room of Andhra Pradesh. I almost forgot that I had reached there last night and booked the room at the railway station itself, I often enjoy morning walks, the fresh morning air energizing all my senses. So I decided to go for a walk, out for a tea.

If I compare Delhi to Vijayawada, Andhra Pradesh, it’s still very green and near to water. Though the weather was quite humid as compared to Delhi but still I enjoy the mornings of Vijayawada. To enjoy this beautiful morning I went out of the hotel room in search of my favourite Masala Tea. I just wandered down the streets in search of any tea stall or any restaur
ant. Although a well-known city, Vijaywada still emits the essence of a rural freshness like enjoying the Mitti ki khusboo while walking those unkempt paths covered with shady trees laden with fresh green leaves.

What a fairy tale like situation, but just then… Oops!.. something interesting happening in the front of me. A couple is walking in front of me, this guy keeps on staring at me (as if I am an alien) and the girl is angrily asking him to turn away. But this guy keeps on staring even after her angrily gesture. Whenever he looks into my eyes I smile on him very naughtily. 

People staring at me like I'm an animal escaped out of any zoo. Then suddenly, I realized that I was not dressed according to their culture and also that they treat North Indians as we treat foreigners in Delhi. Frankly speaking I love this treatment; they make me feel like a celebrity for the day.
I found a small Tea stall. It was very small and consisted of just one table and two chairs. I could communicate with only one person there. As it was quite an early morning, no shop was ready to serve. They were preparing for the day. When I asked him for tea, he said shop was not ready yet but I could sit and wait in his stall. He assured me that he would prepare it soon. Aeeyyyyooo I think my attire worked here.

I asked him for one tea and realized that the cup was very small. After enjoying my first cup of MASALA TEA, I requested him for another. He seemed a bit surprised (don’t know why) so I left him contemplating and started enjoying my MASALA TEA.

For me, Masala tea is not just a tea but a cup of life. Whenever I take my tea each morning and evening, this creates a very personal time for me. To think about myself, this time I am only me. In the race of life, we forget to enjoy our own company. I think we should meet ourselves each day with a cup of coffee or tea or whatever we like. Pamper own self. Make special space & time for own self. 
This morning tea taken along with a breath of fresh and healthy air and a big SMILE readies me for the full day.I intend to turn this habit of mine into a family practice to be handed down to my grandsons/daughters.

I assure you that if you make a special time for yourself, you will feel much more happier during the whole day.

So start pampering.

Sunday, May 18, 2014

Fruity Friday.......




Hello, and welcome to my first addition of our weekly link up party!

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Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Relations of life

Today morning I was talking to my friend, that time don't know why but I become so philosophical. I started telling him about our relationship. I was wondering that as he is just my FB friend, I have a good feeling for him. He is more than a friend for me, but in inverted commas "NOT A LOVER".

He always supported me unconditionally, whenever I felt down for any reason, he was there with me always to support. He never asked me a single question about anything, any situation. He never expect anything from me even he never expect that I will share each & everything with him as we are good friend so I should. He never expect that I will call him once in a day or I will revert on his each text or WhatsApp. There are so many other things which I can't write.



Don't know what name should I give to this relationship, but I am accepting it that it means to me. I think I have lots of relationships like this. 



 Part - 2: Coming soon.......... ;)
just wait ;)

Wednesday, May 07, 2014

तेरा शहेर तेरी गलियाँ

तेरा शहेर तेरी गलियाँ 
लगे कभी अपना कभी अंजना...
तेरा सहर अब मुझे लगे..
अपना सा या बेगाना सा..

कुछ कुछ पहचाना सा..
बहुत सा अंजाना सा .
यूँ तो कोई रिश्ता नही इससे मेरा
फिर जाने क्यू ल्गता है अपना सा.
ये क्यू लगे अपना सा...

undavalli caves

जब तुझसे ही था रिश्ता कुछ ऐसा.
कितनी ही बार इन्ही गलियों मे हाथ पकड़े चले थे. 
ये गवाह है मेरे प्यार का, मेरे ऐतबार का.
ये गवाह है उन सभी खास पलों का जिसमे थे सपने भरे. 
भरे थे मेरे अरमान.

ये तो मेरे दर्द का साक्षी भी है...
और मेरे दर्द पर रोने वाला दोस्त भी....
उससे रिश्ता टूटा तो इससे भी मूह मोड़ा था.
मुझे मेरे ही दर्द के साथ विदा करने वाला बाबुल भी.
परकभी ना छूटता मेरा इसका साथ 
ये मुझे अपने दामन मे हुमेशा ही बुलाता रहा
ना जाने क्यू. 

Friday, April 25, 2014

T20 from my playlist

Today I was listening songs in my mobile phone, and then suddenly I found all songs were from same genres. Now I get an idea to shuffle the list and share top twenty list of song, whatever it may be, I am here with my list. Some people can assess the personality of individuals by their choice of songs, So any one in reader can actually assess my personality :D.



Aish from Taal
1. Show me the meaning of being lonly
2. Zabban jale hai..dedh ishqiyaan
3. Nahi samne ye alag bat hai....taal
4. I'm a big big girl
5. Chain ek pal nahi..aur koi hal nhi
6. Bakhuda tumhi ho..har jagah tumhi ho....kismat connection
7. Khwaja mere khawaja...jodha akbar

Cocktail
8. Tune jo na kaha....new York
9. Jessi's driving me crazy..Ek deewana tha
10. Mera pehla pehla pyar...by K.K
11. Lakshay to har hal me pana hi...Lakshay
12. Jane kaise tute Rishton se bikhren hai ye pal....Alvida
13. Tera naam japdi firan...cocktail
Wake up Sid
14. Tumko choo ke bhi chune ko krta hai dil...
15. Kaise btayen kyu tujhko chahen...ajab prem ki gajab kahani


16. Taal se taal mila...taal

17. Hona tha pyar..hua mere yaar..
18. Aas paaa hai khuda...anjaana anjaani
19. Mai rang sharbton ka tu mithi ghat ka pani...phata poster nikla hero
20. O re manwa tu to bawra hai....wake up sid.


Thursday, April 17, 2014

आखिर क्युँ



क्यों आज कल कोई ख्याल नहीं आता।
क्यों आज कल कोई सवाल नहीं आता।


क्यों छोटी सी बात भी दिल को तरपाती है।
क्यों भीड़ में भी मुझे तन्हा कर जाती है।


क्यों ये तन्हाई मेरी दोस्त नही बन जाती है।
क्यों मुझे दूर से यूँ तरपती है।



ए जीवन क्यूँ मुझे तू दोस्त नहीं दे पाती है।
दोस्त तो है बहुत से, क्यों सिर्फ दोस्त नही बन पाते है।


मेरी चाहत तुझसे बहुत छोटी है।
तन्हा छोड़ दे मुझे या कोई रास्ता ही दिखा दे । 

Thursday, April 10, 2014

My adorable my Browny

She is my new Roommate and my new companion. My adorable and I call her Browny.

1st bike ride.........
her love for me
morning looks
1st day at our home.....
playful Browny
When I decided to adopt her

Friday, February 28, 2014

single gray hair....


"Women may be the one group that grows more radical with age"

beautiful 

But Today morning, while combing my hair I found a single gray hair. Suddenly I was in a flashback & remembered when I started getting comments from friends and family like you look chubby, you look OLD. Even my friends started calling me Aunty. Usually I never mind these comments, but now it hurts me. I find it difficult to share it with anyone.

I have started avoiding my friends, just because I feel that I'm no more beautiful for them & I am not able to relate with them because they are far too young than me.

I was very beautiful and always appreciated by people. Even people appreciated me for my beauty not for my personality & achievements. Now I am concerned that now I will not appreciated by people anymore because I'm no longer beautiful & I have started feeling insecure about it.

“It's paradoxical that the idea of living a long life appeal to everyone, but the idea of getting old doesn't appeal to anyone.” 

This is the story of every woman in the middle of adulthood. In this phase of transition from middle of adulthood to late adulthood, each and every woman starts getting insecure about their looks, most importantly they become insecure about their relationships as well.

Saturday, January 11, 2014

let my hair fly like dream


my hair flies with grace
Deep inside my heart, I always have a yearning for sea & it's untiring waves which seem to carry my senses to a level of ecstasy. May be because, The Sea does not like to be restrained. Which is so much like me or maybe to quote Cornelia Funke “The Sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure.” Whenever I have an opportunity, I always visit beaches. 

A few months ago, I got a great chance to visit South India. This time, I decided to go Bird Sanctuary, it called with the name of Pichavaram located near Chidambaram in Cuddalore district Tamilnadu. I love this place, because it's a very peaceful not like other beaches full of crowd. As a very few people visit this place so it's very clean & beautiful. It is sort of untouched by the human race. Some fishermen come here to earn their daily bread.

wind makes my hair look perfect

The smell of salted water, the fresh air and the chirping of birds(of all sorts I mean migrants as well) all this things made this place so mesmerizing. We (group of 8 people including adolescents & adults) went there for about 3-4 hours. 

I love to play with the crashing waves of salty water running through my toes leaving a sandy trail behind and always enjoy it like a small child. This time, I hesitated a bit because my two other friends were not ready to go in sea water. Their main concern was their skin and hair. They were wondering if they go inside the water, hair will be damaged and etc.(all that beauty conscious Blah..Blah). It's not like I'm not a beauty conscious. They were also suggested me the same but who gives damn to their hair in the blissful abode of Nature. 

let hair fly like dream
I was not worried about my hair, because I know the secret of its right method of care. So, I suggested myself to live this moment of happiness, joy of wonder & the automatic peace which you ultimately feel once you are completely in water and I am always confident about my hair. I always feel its awesome moment when I stand at beach side and wind playing with my hair. It's amazing when my hair covers the face, giving a tickling sensation   

I jumped into the water; it seemed to wash away all the worries sorrows & uncertainties of my mind. It gave me the confidence that I could connect with my heart & my soul as well. So I made my moments memorable and let my hair fly like dream.  
let my hair fly like dream
let my hair fly like dream

 This post has been published by me as a part of the "Recharge your hair & Recharge your life" by IndiBlogger. So I have taken pictures from Fb page of Sunsilk Hair Experts






Picture courtesy : Sunsilk Hair Experts

Sunday, January 05, 2014

the pain


Being a person
What you are actually not
Is more painful

a dream come true


This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

When Udita woke up that day, little did she have an idea that it was going to be the day with Arvin & it’s going to change her life forever. It has been three years since she has been dating him he always seemed to surprise him sometimes by his sweet caring nature, sometimes by his wise counsel. Maybe this was the reason why she fell in love with him but was afraid to admit due to her horrid past.


Whenever he wanted to come near her she sort of pushed him away telling that she didn’t require anybody. In reality it was her who was running away from herself. He called her up this time he sounded quiet serious “there is something which I need to confess, please jaldi aa jao.” Udita wondered what might be the reason he wanted her to be there so quickly.


She tried to blow dry her fresh coat of NAIL POLISH, she had just applied & cursed it when it just got wiped away by her dress in a hurry. In spite of being eager she took a few deep breathes and checked her reflection in the REARVIEW MIRROR as she always held pride in dressing up perfectly without a single strand of hair out of place.


She reached the destination of the church St. Peters where Arvin always went to pray before taking any important decisions of his life. It was very dark outside but she saw Arvin’s bike parked so went inside. the moment she entered the church there was lots of shouts & cries of noise she was taken back with surprise her family friends everyone was there she was taken aback when a there was a number of cries, hugs (it’s not even my birthday).


She wondered, but when she reached out there was Arvin waiting for her at the altar, with quiet somber expression on his face. He took her hands into his & knelt on the ground making her worse fears coming true “Udita I love you more than anything in this world please marry me” she gathered her courage.


It’s very difficult for a rape victim to start her life in a normal manner. Her eyes were full of tears Arvin got up slowly & asked her “Sunshine please let me love you whatever happened was not your fault” slowly she nodded her head Arvin face glow with happiness he kissed her forehead & whispered in her ear whether she liked the surprise. It was AWESOME, she smiled as for her in reality it was all like a dream come true.  

याद आते है वो प्यारे प्यारे स्कूल के दिन

याद आते है वो प्यारे प्यारे स्कूल के दिन
ना जानते थे कभी स्कूल अपने दोस्तों के बिन

कैसो थी वो दोस्ती और कैसा था वो प्यार
एक दिन की जुदाई से डरता था जब आता था रविवार

चलते  चलते पत्थरो पर मारते थे ठोकर
कभी हंसकर चलते थे तो कभी चलते थे रोकर

कंधे पर बस्ता लिए और हाथ में लेकर बोतल पानी
किसे पता था बच्पन की दोस्ती को बिछड़ा देगी ये जवानी

याद आते है वो इंक सयहे भरे हुए हाथ
क्या दिन थे वो जब सब मिलकर करते थे लंच साथ

छुट्टी की घंटी सुनते ही भागकर कक्षा से बहार आना
फिर हस्ते हस्ते सभी से मिल जाना

काश वो बच्पन आज फिर लौट आये
और सब दोस्त आज फिर मुझे वापस मिल जाएं

Monday, December 30, 2013

Breaking news

Breaking news


दिल्ली के कई जिलों में भारी बारिश होने के कारण जबरदस्त ठण्ड बढ गयी।
लोगो ने अपनी ठण्ड से छुटकारा पाने के लिए आग का सहारा लिया। ये  थी इस ठण्ड की पहली आग।

Achievement of the year 2013

New year is about to come and my most of friends are ready with their new years resolutions and I do believe in resolutions and achievements counts. So, I'm ready with my last years blessing achievements and downfalls.  
  • + Read new books + not more then previous year
  • + Applied Law of attraction in regular life

  • + Became company owner
  • + Owned a Two Wheeler
  • + Made few new friends
  • + Traveled such a lot of places
  • + Got RCI (Rehabilitation Council of India) certificate

  • + Jumped in new challenging Career
  • + Appointed five interns underneath me
  • + Played with life, got some injuries this year :(
  • + Spend such a lot of sleepless nights.
  • + Bring pets reception
  • + Became completely independent
  • + Lose some friends
  • + Able to maintain few extreme old friends
  • + Fallen in LOVE


  • + Cried, thanks to few friends
  • + Challenged societies norm.
  • + Became a lot of resistant.
  • + Did multi tasking with failure
  • + Learned bike riding
  • + Spent a huge money on Indian Sarees
  • + Gained weight, became more chubby.






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