To a terrorist,from a sister

Hi,how are you ?Had always wanted to write to you.Though I know it is going to be a one sided communication.Actually there are a few things that I always wanted to ask you,though I know you have much important things to do than reading my downright stupid and immature letter.You have a cause to fight for.You are aiming for heaven.I know you kill people(mostly people like me)because you have learnt from someone that it will lead you to heaven.Well I am not very religious,don't really believe in "life after death" and stuff.But I know a thing or two about heaven :there all are treated as equals,there is no religion in heaven.So, then how can you go to heaven ?

There is thing about you that always intrigues me.I had always wanted to ask you this question "Did you always want to be a terrorist".Wasn't there a time when you also had emotions,you loved simpler things,did not understand religion.was'nt there a time when you cried?There must have been a time when you must have felt bad when you accidently crushed a tiny ant under your feet.When you loved sleeping in your mother's lap,listening to her lullabies,dreaming of fairies?There must have been a time when you loved poetry.Listened to songs.There must have been a time when you fell for a girl spent your days thinking of her all the time?Wasn't life much more simpler than what it is now ?There must have been a time when you had looked at someone and judged him by the way he looked or walked or talked and hadn't thought about his religion or made plans to kill him.I am sure you have had days like that.And I am sure that those were the days when you worshipped your God with love and respect and not with fear and desperation.Having said all that I believe you would someday take a minute or two out of your busy schedule and see this letter of mine and give it a thought.
Will wait till that day.

Take Care

My first poem

Once upon a time

In a faraway land

Lived a girl

Happy as d isle

Who longed to love

And loved to smile

Then she met him

A boy named Sky

Who,they say, was born to fly

Sparks flew,and then she knew

That she was meant for him

But soon he had to go

to a place where he'd make his dreams come true

And the girl named Isle

Lost her smile

She wrote him letters many a few

And he wrote back

Saying that he missed her too

Time flew,and then they knew

That there is more to it

Than meets the eye

They tried their best to make it work

But alas!It couldn't stand the test of time

And so in the midst of chasing their dreams

They had to wave each other goodbye

This is the story of the boy,who,they say,was born to fly

And the girl,well she was meant to write

And here she sits and wonders how time flies by

And about the boy named Sky

Thank you .:)

It is a wonder how a perfect stranger can become so special to you that you are willing to devote each and every second thinking about him,you are even tricked into spending so many sleepless and sometimes tearful nights coming to terms with the fact that he has become a part of your life without him knowing anything about it.This is what happens when you pour your heart out to a stranger.But even that is not the cause for alarm.It all starts when you give him a part of it and with that you open that door for him which you never knew existed. Well that's love for you.But if you ask me,a feeling as strong and eternal as this ,that makes you a vagabond of sorts should not be constrained by the boundaries of mere alphabets.The feeling is transcendental.So,yes I have fallen in love and the guy I love knows nothing about it.Its not like i have not fallen in love before but this time its different.My love for him has changed many things,has made many walls come down,has freed me from the chains of pain and heartbreak.And most of all,he has made believe that the world is full of love .After my first relationship ended on a bad note I thought that I was incapable of finding love again and dreaded being doomed to live alone for the rest of my life.But Oh! Boy, how easily you made all those nightmares go away.You have made me believe that love exists in me .You have given me the strength to love beyond reason.I dont know if you will ever come to know about it but this is my way of thanking you for being my Messiah.

I love you.

Archi learns to blog: Spatchcock

Archi learns to blog: Spatchcock

Spatchcock

There are times when you get so entangled in the cobwebs of gloom that you get used to that sinking feeling.Its like someone has pushed you from a mountain and though at first you were crying desperately for help, you start loving the sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach ,you enjoy the wind taking control of you ,taking you to your ultimate salvation.And then the phone beeps ,the alarm goes off,and you realise you are sitting at your desk surrounded by piles of paper ....

Fairer than fairytales

Ramona sipped her black espresso and checked her reflection for the 10th time .The blackness of the coffee intimidated her .She then threw a cursory glance at her turquoise dress which was complementing her olive complexion quite well. Outside the world was looking really endearing, as it was the Valentine’s Day. The city was looking picturesque and it seemed the people were completely bewitched by Cupid’s charm.
She was really early for the date, quite unusual for someone who kept her friends waiting for hours; she hated make-up but was really fastidious about her skin-care regimen. She was growing more and more irritated as time passed by and contemplated leaving this crazy idea at once, but something( I think it was cupid’s sweet little messengers) egged her to stay. Maybe he was the one for her. Love had never been a very pleasant feeling for her; she had just been dumped by a vegetable of a boyfriend. After 10 years of being seriously committed to him, being with him through thick and thin, he dumped her for greener pastures. Strangely she was not at all feeling bad about it ; she felt like she had been in a deep slumber for the past 10 years and only now she woke up to see the real life. It was then that the feeling of falling in love again with the ‘one’ started materializing in her. Once again she went back to the enchanted world of fairytale stories, Mills and Boons and all sorts of unreal love stories. She wanted to know love, to feel it, to be acknowledged by it, she wanted love to love her back.
The blind date was set up by a very close friend of hers and though she repeatedly refused her proposal, her heart dreamed of candle light dinner, long walks under the moonlit sky every time she thought about the prospect of meeting him. He was her friend’s cousin, was good looking, working as a copywriter. Ramona felt an uncanny similarity in their worlds. So, finally the matchmaking was approved by her a week before the Valentine’s .Before meeting him, she wanted to hear him on the phone and she had heard him, they had talked for an hour, talking on all sorts of topics ranging from advertising to one night stands! It was the first time that she could connect to someone in a matter of a few minutes and she was completely smitten by his deep baritone and she could tell by the happiness in his voice that he had liked her too. Now she just had to meet him to know if he was the one her heart was longing for, if he was the prince in the shining armor, who would take her away from all the sorrows and pain, into a world she had only dreamed of.

She wanted to look her best that day, and for that she had gone on a crazy shopping spree with her friends, following which her friends vowed never to go shopping with her. In the days that remained between their rendezvous, she often thought about how would it be to see him in person, would he be as charming as he was on the phone, would he fancy her? How would it be to kiss the man who had sounded so irresistible on the phone? Was he thinking about her the same way as she was ,or it was just another date for him, She could not tell, as for her she could not help thinking about him

She took one last sip of her espresso and looked at her watch, it was half past eight and still no sign of him, she tried being calm and composed, maybe he was stuck in traffic or maybe he must be busy working, copywriters , he had called her in the afternoon and they had decided to meet at 8 at the Landsdown Barista, and now she had been waiting for the last 30 minutes, and there was no sign of him .So, this is it, she thought, She had been fooled again. Just that this time, she had not been expecting it. Just when she was about to leave, she saw a man in his twenties entering the bistro. He looked sheepish yet that somehow managed to accentuate the beauty of his perfectly handsome face .Yes he was really good looking, he was tall, dark and handsome ,They did not make boys like this very often, do they and even if they do they are always off-limits for us commoners ;she said to herself. Ah! Yes I forgot to tell you, this girl has a peculiar habit of having endless conversations in mind with herself. So, anyway she saw him calling someone and her phone rang. He looked at her; she looked at him with her eyes wide open, her lips forming a perfect “o”. His face broke into a sheepish smile, making it all the more enticing, he was coming to her.

Somewhere far away from where the mortals live, amidst the clouds and the stars, where the Gods dwell, Cupid smiled a numinous smile.

Its a wonderful life

So I turned 21 tonight.Another Birthday gone.sigh!Though I love waiting for my birthdays,only that they get over in a jiffy,you don't even realize how the day passes.I had a great Birthday like always ,but today was special.I almost became a graduate(almost because I am waiting my final sems result).So,this birthday was more fun.This birthday was in many ways a turning point in my life.It made me look back and ponder over my past and I realized that we don't need fat,intellectual books to understand life.Life itelf teaches us so many things about itself.Every memory that we have is a lesson in its own way.And I have learnt so much from life.So on this 21st Birthday of mine,I would like to thank Life in all its manifestations,for letting me be a part of this wonderful journey .For letting me be a part of this magnificent world .And I promise you that I will make the best possible use of this beautiful gift.

Daughtry - Life after you,one of my favourites

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Maladies of life

It seemed a perfect day,an ideal day to go out and have fun.The sky was radiant with the Sun encircled by clouds,transforming it into a magnificent halo.It was 8 in the morning,the time when I usually let go of my penchant for sleeping and bid adieu to all my meandering dreams.Sometimes,when I feel very positive I also do Karate but that happens not very often.Today was a bit different,I had an Interview ,not that it was very important but yes for a person like me ,who gets dreadfully tongue tied whenever she has to speak anything ,there is always room for practice! So ,anyway it was my novel attempt at learning the art of facing interviews. Initially I was not very excited about it as the place where it was to be held was in the interiors of Esplanade,but then I had already made up my mind and there was no looking back! I was basking in the sweet pleasure of my new found confidence!

Anyway just the idea of wearing formals can give me some bloodcurdling nightmares even in broad daylight but trying not to think about them much, I got dressed,had my breakfast and out I was on my own with a firm resolution of facing come whatever may...
And as I had presumed ,I missed an empty auto because I was busy looking at an already filled one.I know it sounds really strange but for me it is a perfectly normal phenomenon ,I always tend to prefer the tad useless things to the important ones.So ,anyway still it had not dawned on me that the day had more unfortunate incidents in store for me.I did not get any empty autos after that and eventually had to take a cramped and ancient looking bus to the Internet Cafe where I had to take prints of my resume.After one missed metro,2-3 minor mishaps and a minor accident (in which my pants got slightly soiled)later I reached my destination that looked more like an ancient and weathered building.The entrance to it was through a very narrow lane.Two shopkeepers were engaged in a boisterous conversation with each other over tea.I tried to go inside without drawing attention or disrupting their heated conversation.The place looked like it had never let the Sun or its rays come anywhere close to it.The place was sombre with myriads of cobwebs,of different shapes and sizes accentuating the darkness further.The office was on the 4th floor.Thankfully the place had a lift,which also was also perfectly in sync with its surroundings and was probably breathing its last.I went up,looked for the place,it was at the corner.I went inside.

There were at least fifteen other hopefuls dressed immaculately in formals waiting for their turn with a promising smile.Everyone looked so confident and their confidence made me more and more nervous.I tried talking shop with some of them but it didn't get any better.Finally,I was called in.Thankfully the interviewer in question was a charming lady in her thirties.She was nice and finally I warmed up to her,my nervousness disappearing with every passing second.Though her first question was a real heart breaker.She asked me to tell her about myself.I fumbled,I choked on the words but I spoke and surprisingly she liked it.Then she asked me about my career goals and blah blah blah.It took another thirty minutes to end the interview and I could say by the look in her eyes that I did well.The interview was a success.I was already celebrating in my mind.I was so mirthful I did not even care about the Sun gnawing at my skin.I roamed about in Esplanade for another hour.Finally,it was time for my Karate Class in Salt Lake .Yes I know the day was full of action.

It was 21:30 on my watch and I was standing in the auto queue.Bathing in my own sweat,I had been pushed,had been knocked around,had been stared and jeered at but still there I was standing,overcoming all the shadows,finally emerging as a winner.Just when I was busy patting my back I realized that the frequency of the autos had been reduced to just an auto every fifteen minutes and there were at least 10 standing before me.My legs were giving away,my patience was coming to the point of knocking off the ten people standing before me!

Finally after some silent prayers,some solemn and choicest cursing later there were only 3 people ahead of me!Phew!Some progress.So there we were standing in perfect harmony,our hearts crying out for our four-stroked chariot and it seemed like an eternity.By then out of sheer exhaustion we were not even able to speak out loud about our growing discontent.Suddenly ,like a ray of hope,I saw an auto ,already filled with four lucky souls ,it was also going the same way.The auto purposely stopped near the queue,the auto driver,smiled wickedly at us and pointed out towards his right,the most dangerous and daring seat.I ran for it.I pushed,I knocked everyone coming in my way.Yes ,today was my day.I heroically got in that auto.What if it was not actually a seat but a skeleton of a seat,the rusty iron welcoming me wholeheartedly.Another auto wheezed pass us and came to a stop,this one was empty.The people standing in the queue heaved a sigh of relief in unison.And I was cursing no body in particular!!And so the excruciating journey began...I had to sit still and I badly wished I was a little thinner .

Finally,the dreadful journey was over leaving me with a badly hurting lower half !!By then it was 23:15,mum had called me numerous number of times.And lo and behold!There was again a queue,this time for the cycle rickshaw!!Fortunately,there were only two people before me.A brother and a sister.And there were just one rickshaw.Now I was preparing myself for another fifteen minutes of awaiting accompanied with the overpowering pain and angst in that dark and murky alley.But miraculously,the rickshaw wallah volunteered to take me first.The siblings also did not object,taking peity on my dejected disposition.I was speechless by the courtesy shown by them.It certainly did not make all the pain that was now chaining my whole body vanish,but it did bring a wide grin on my face.I thanked them.Yes,now home was just 2 minutes away!I got on the rickshaw and the rickshaw started gliding(oh! yes i might be overstretching it a bit)towards my destination....

"Day"ja vu

There are technically seven days in a week but if you ask me I would say that there is much more to a day than the mere nomenclature ,it merely being a Sunday or a Monday.Ever wondered why a Monday morning is considered blue and a Sunday morning is always termed as a bright sunny sunday morning.Why Wednesday is considered as the "Mid-week crisis".Actually for me everything that a day is depends on my mood.For example,some days I feel like I am the queen of the world and I am just about to meet my King in the Shining Armour.Then there are days when I hit rock bottom and descend into the ocean of negetivity.Some days I am too lazy to even get out of the bed and some days I am brimming with too much of positivity.Then there are days when I can't stop complimenting myself on my beauty and then again the same beauty turns into a hideous femme in a matter of 24 hours !Some days I can gorge on almost anything and some days I feel like I a have overstuffed myself with nothing but plain water!!Then there are Mood-Dampener days,Miss-two-goody-shoes days ,Bitchy days and Miss know it all days.I can go on and on and on with my queer take on this topic but am sure I might have bored many of you to death already.So, for the poor souls who might have accidently tripped into reading my blog,humble apologies and have a "Cheerful day".:) :)

Converse Memorabilia

Did a little retrospection and concluded that "Loving your Favourite pair of Converse is much better than loving an insensitive human being ".And I found 5 GOOD REASONS justifyng this statement and I am very keen on sharing this with all of you,so here they are :

1. Converses come in different colours and designs.(No pun intended ):P

2.Converses don't talk and you don't have to listen to their incessant blabbering just becos u love dem.

3. Converses don't mind when you cheat on them .

4. Converses never really enter your bedroom without your consent .

5. When you own a pair of Converse you literally own dem and it can never be the other way round.

Note : This is not an advertisement of converse.Just my personal experience and has no relation whatsoever with any person living or dead......

an eternal love story

“Love is a feeling eternal and timeless “.It was something I had read many a times but never quite understood what that meant, until recently. My grandma who is a septuagenarian and a very beautiful one at that loves telling me stories of her childhood, her life and the old times. Her marriage was an arranged one, their parents had sealed the alliance without asking either of them. There was no love in the air, no dates; no love letters .It was a purely traditional affair sans any mushiness. They had not seen each other before the wedding. Though granddad later confessed to grandma that he had sent his younger brother with the elders to grandma’s so that he can update him about his potential wife. Grandma now tells me that the first time she saw him; they were sitting next to each other their world uniting amidst the wedding hymns. The air heavy with the thrill of seeing each other for the first and last time before becoming companions for life, there they were stealing glances at each other while the others were busy uniting their fate. Though I am too scared to ask, I am sure it was love at first sight. Their marriage life was full of happiness and love .Granddad simply adored grandma and the best part was that they were best of friends. Though I don’t remember much about grand dad, I can tell as much as that he resembled Anupam Kher in many ways.He could make even the saddest of person roaring with laughter in no time . And most of all he was a perfect husband, a perfect father and a perfect granddad. They both had similar tastes in everything both were die-hard Abba fans. Grandma still has the old records gifted to her by granddad. Those records are kept safely in her locker, along with his clothes, old wine bottles, empty cigarette packs. I used to be bemused at this but realized only much later that it was an attempt to hold on to the memories of him, the fantasy of waking up and finding him sitting right next to her. One night as grandma and I were talking she said that how she used to wait right at the door to hear his footsteps every evening when he used to come from office and even after his demise she could still hear his footsteps every evening at the same time. She used to wait with bated breaths every evening just to hear his footsteps. Though it was dark, I could still make out that a lone tear was rolling down her beautiful face as we were talking. That is when I realized the beauty of their relationship and the timeless beauty of love. Though I know that Grandad won’t come back ,I know one thing that wherever he is, he must be missing grandma in the same way as she is .

teary worries

I woke up one fine morning and realized that I can no longer cry! Yes, I mean it’s not like I am so happy that I don’t want to cry, but it’s more of a loss as I really, desperately want to cry, but tears won’t come out, it seems they have taken a sabbatical. Not like they were overworked but yes I guess every single thing should get a few days off of their schedule. And here I was a stupid girl who thought that tears are an integral part of a person’s life, just like diamonds. We can’t do without both .And I think crying is a very important part of life. I truly despise people who say that crying is for weak people. I feel like shouting at them “you morons then why do you think god has made tears?” I think tears are the best stress buster or else the magnitude of pain that gets added on a daily basis in our lives would have gone up to monolithic proportions .I would say that crying is one of the best methods of intra-personal communication . And the best part is they silently get rid of our sorrows. So, here I am mourning the loss of my best companion, repenting the times when I was not very fond of my precious tears. But alas! now I am on my own ,fighting those painful and excruciating times lurking at every corner. So, please I want you back ………..touch me with your magic wand, heal me of the pain .Let my eyes bathe in your charm and let me live again.

For a special teacher...........

I have tried many a times to write about you,but whenever I start writing about you ,I don't know how to pen my thoughts because my thoughts are as abstract as my feelings for you.I knew you for just seven days and those seven days were the most important days of my life.The thing that I liked most about you was that you taught me to believe in myself.How you always said "Good seeds bear good fruits ".I still try to abide by that only because you wanted me to.So,this time I have tried to shed all my inhibitions and go on a journey down the memory lane with the hope that some day you will read this post.
Their are some moments in life when you desperately want to hold onto someone .I experienced it when I saw you for the last time at the metro station.We were to go seperate ways after that fateful evening.Your work had been over in Kolkata with very little help from me.I was a fresher naive and a novice(in your words),still you never ever showed any dissatisfaction.You always believed in me and most of all you made me believe in myself.You listened to me like every words I said were pearls of wisdom.You made me feel so important.You were the best teacher I ever had.You were the best friend I always longed to have and you were the lover I think I will never have. But yes I promise you that One day I will make you proud and be the one you always wanted me to be.

confessions of a confused mind

Well have you ever felt that sudden numbness in your tummy when someone asks you what do you want to do with your life,or that whether you have a proper plan for your future ? Especially if you are someone who's dreams and ambitions are as myriad as mine.I wanted to be a scientist when I was in 6th and remained faithful to that ambition of mine for three long years.me that I am about to be a graduate in a course of two months! My mind Then as I stepped into the threshold of youth the dream of being a scientist could not woo me for long.It's place was taken by more vibrant and glamorous choice as the likes of fashion designing.One thing that I really specialized in doing was day-dreaming.Soon ,I would have such ambitious day-dreams like putting up fashion shows in Paris and Milan.I had started getting a little too serious about this career option.I even appeared for the NIFT exam .Here I think mentioning the fact that drawing is as alien to me as rocket science will be useful for you guys,so anyway I did not get through the entrance exam and for a while took painting lessons but soon got bored of it.That is when Cupid struck and I fell in love with Advertising and got committed enough to do my graduation in Media Science and I am still head over heels in love with it.So now back to the basic question ,well recently I heard the same from none other than my no-nonsense dad.I replied by using such high-fi words as MBA,Marketing Management and started dreading the myriad form of cruel questions that were about to follow these seemingly promising and harmless names,well as expected he came back with all his vigor and asked me where do I see myself after 10 years..........I was lost in the world of Mercedes,Audis,BMWs,Pradas,Guccis and all sorts of miraculous names and then I realised that I had not answered him and his face by then had become the unfriendly shade of red.Now as you would have understood by now that I am certainly clueless of my future and would not be able to answer it even if it struck me between the eyes and friends has there ever been anyone other than Nostradamus who had this gift?How could I ,an ordinary girl in her early twenties dare to answer such an integral question ? So,anyway I should have known better,that was not the time to introspect,my dad was waiting for an answer.I closed my eyes and said ,"Dad I want to be a copywriter ".............................................There was a pause of a good five minutes and my heartbeat was completely in sync with the clock.May be it was the confidence with which I spoke or the fact that I did not fumble when spoke,he seemed less disappointed than before.That was a winning moment for me and that is when I realized my heart's true calling.And that is when I realized that finding one's path is very akin to finding true love........

Thought for the year...

"For every bad person in this world there is a good one .Only thing that matters is who do we remember".

the final countdown.....

I am in great pain and am really disturbed by the deafening noise of the graduation bells ringing in my ears 24*7.The bells have vowed to never leave my side just like that faithful doggy of Vodafone,only difference is that the latter is silent !Anyway the sound of the bells would have been pleasant if I had been a 9 pointer but I have always despised the notion of being the topper as I have heard that it gets really lonely at the top and I have always been the people person so being a 9 pointer would have secluded me from my friends so u can call it a sacrificial gesture. Now a days such selfless acts of greatness are not even acknowledged and I honestly don’t give a damn.I would love to be a martyr for the cause of unity.So coming back to the bells,the incessant ringing of the bells are appalling me at every second,they accompany me to the cinema hall,to the shopping malls,to the café joints ,soon I am going to be labeled as a deaf and dumb person all thanks to the tyrannous bells.I even went to a doctor and though he prescribed me some pills,he did not look very hopeful .I think he probably did not believe me. Anyway as they say that only the honest and the righteous have to face the music.So, if this is to test my will-power and my integrity then I pledge myself to the cause of safeguarding the cause of unity and I also appeal to my fellow friends : ‘Please don’t be overpowered by such selfish pursuits,it is only to make you weak.Always remember that by studying a little less we wont score over our friends,we can save them from the pitfalls of depression,we can make their life better.So please before opening your notebbok,please remember someone’s smile is at stake.’

my first story

The night was reigning with all its grandeur, the world was lost in profound slumber , it was half past two but sleep was miles away from Preetha’s eyes . She was lost in her memories. She lay wide awake in her room. Apart from the low humming of the refrigerator, the house was silent as if mourning with her.
She went to the terrace, the wind was blowing softly, embracing her in its gentle hands. The soft rustle of the leaves along with the voice of cuckoo created a soft serenade. The night brought back the memories. Tears started streaming down her cheeks at the thought of the blissful days she had had ;  the days that had ceased to exist all of a sudden. She could not believe her parents were not coming back to her. That they had gone to a world far away from hers. That they won’t love her, hug her, and scold her. The warmth had died. It was only a week ago they had gone to an official tour, leaving her with her grandparents. She could vividly remember the macabre day, when she was told that her parent’s car had collided with a bus, they died on the way to hospital. She now loathed herself for not being with them when they were taking their last breath. Her guardian angels were gone, living her all alone in this gloomy world. She looked up at the sky, it seemed to engulf her in its celestial enigma, and the sky was beckoning her. Suddenly she could see her parents smiling at her, longing to take her in their arms. Now she was standing on the railing, she could feel a strange vigor shaping in her, a sudden urge to unite with her parents. She was falling. The wind seemed to caress her, the world seemed so euphoric to her. Now she could see the ground. Her blood was gushing at such a fast pace, threatening to tear her veins. Then everything was a blur to her, her mother hugging her, her father laughing at the sight of her.
The chirping of the birds led the world to one more day full of dreams, commitments, targets as if reminding everyone of the monotony of life. But it was not monotonous for the residents of CE-244; an ambulance had shattered their otherwise peaceful existence that morning. In it lay the lifeless body of Preetha

A lesson well learnt

Lessons are the most integral part of growing-up and well the practical lessons are much more valuable to us than the theoretical knowledge.as it has been said that life is a learning process and we learn a novel thing every minute of our life. How can one forget the lesson to be learnt from falling from a cycle that one should never give up no matter what .But do we really remember these lessons or just forget them as only one time inspirational. Something very similar to this happened to me one fine evening .I was going back to my hostel from my aunt’s ,I took a bus though I normally prefer a metro ride, but it being a Sunday and the buses being less crowded I decided to have a change of palette .So I took the bus which was, owing to my bad luck fairly crowded. So,I somehow managed to balance my way through the crowd and stand properly .It was going to be a long ride and the thought of standing throughout it was giving me the creeps. Anyway, I tried thinking of good things like taking a hot shower and watching romantic movies, tucked in my bed after that unfortunate ride, luckily for me, the weather was very pleasant and nothing like the otherwise humid climate of Kolkata. So,the ride took its course and so did the people but still I could not get a seat and had to literally pray to god to make any of the sitting passengers to get down but in vain !So ,well as I was trying to assure myself that everything was going fine and how I was better of in that bus than sweating it in the metro. So that is when I realized that there is an empty seat right across the driver but no body seemed to be sitting on it ,there was a man standing right next to it with a great entourage of luggage but even he seemed to be ignoring it, and I was a good deal far from it and with the bus shaking its assets at even the slightest of cue .it was going to take me a lot more than my already drained legs and arms. We were a good 12 people standing uncomfortably, looking unabashedly at every sitting passenger but every one was blissfully ignoring the presence of that stranded place.Even I thought that maybe the seat was broken or maybe it was just visible to me !Just then the bust stopped at one juncture ,a lady got up and swiftly ran her eyes around and saw the unoccupied seat and deftly went and took the seat next to the driver’s. Mission accomplished. And we the lesser mortals took a great effort in hiding our disappointment, and maintained a straight face throughout the journey.I kept thinking about it till late that night.It was just another affair in my everyday life,but it reinforced that basic lesson "winners dont do different things,they just do it differently."

the dreamaholic me ..........

my life has always been bizarre,or i have always urged it to be so.since my very childhood i cherished this notion of being the protagonist of a fairy-tale story ,whenever I was happy or sad i would take refuge in those fantastic dreams,sometimes i would imagine my house filled of numerous hidden doors and each door opening to a magical land.Sometimes i was the princess of those unseen worlds ,saving my countrymen from the clutches of an archaic beast.Everything was a story for me and when i was a kid i used to imagine myself as the princess of a magical world,falling in love with a sweet and loving prince and living happily ever after.Sadly for me ,i did not know then that the phrase 'ever after' could only be experienced in the dreams.As i grew up the day dreams started getting more and more sundry.Soon,i would start making stories in my head about evrything I saw,I would sit at my study table and disappear into the magical world,and my homework always took a backseat.I also had this habbit of analyzing my dreams every morning and I had barely heard of Freud,not to mention that my analysis was always more grotesque than the dream itself.

confessions of a confused mind

Well have you ever felt that sudden numbness in your tummy when someone asks you what do you want to do with your life,or that whether you have a proper plan for your future ? Especially if you are someone who's dreams and ambitions are as myriad as mine.I wanted to be a scientist when I was in 6th and remained faithful to that ambition of mine for three long years.me that I am about to be a graduate in a course of two months! My mind Then as I stepped into the threshold of youth the dream of being a scientist could not woo me for long.It's place was taken by more vibrant and glamorous choice as the likes of fashion designing.One thing that I really specialized in doing was day-dreaming.Soon ,I would have such ambitious day-dreams like putting up fashion shows in Paris and Milan.I had started getting a little too serious about this career option.I even appeared for the NIFT exam .Here I think mentioning the fact that Drawing is as alien to me as rocket science will be useful for you guys,so anyway I did not get through the entrance exam and for a while took painting lessons but soon got bored of it.That is when Cupid struck and I fell in love with Advertising and got committed enough to do my graduation in Media Science and I am still head over heels in love with it.So now to back to the basic question ,well recently I heard the same from none other than my no-nonsense dad.I replied by using such high-fi words as MBA,Marketing Management and started dreading the myriad form of cruel questions that were about to follow these seemingly promising and harmless names,well as expected he came back with all his vigor and asked me where do I see myself after 10 years..........I was lost in the world of Mercedes,Audis,BMWs,Pradas,Guccis and all sorts of miraculous names and then I realised that I had not answered him and his face by then had become the unfriendly shade of red.Now as you would have understood by now that I am certainly clueless of my future and would not be able to answer it even if it struck me between the eyes and friends has there ever been anyone other than Nostradamus who had this gift?How could I ,an ordinary girl in her early twenties dare to answer such an integral question?So,anyway I should have known better,that was not the time to introspect,my dad was waiting for an answer.I closed my eyes and said ,"Dad I want to be a copywriter ".............................................There was a pause of a good five minutes and my heartbeat was completely in sync with the clock.May be it was the confidence with which I spoke or the fact that I did not fumble when spoke,he seemed less disappointed than before.That was a winning moment for me and that is when I realized my heart's true calling.And that is when I realized that finding one's path is very akin to finding true love.Both takes time and is very difficult to find......

The trauma of a self-searching soul

The question of explaining my identity has been the most intriguing question that has plagued me forever .I am always tongue-tied whenever someone asks me this very question.So, now I have prepared myself to shun all my inhibitions and have devoted myself to the task of confronting myself.But the discovery of oneself is not that easy ,developing a strategy for it is very necessary or all your convictions that were transpired to you after some real hard thinking will go into oblivion and you will be left with the same inhibitions.So anyway coming back to where I was :my first agenda was to do an extensive research of myself,for which I had to put myself in some unthinkable situations -read going to strange places unaccmpanied,travelling in buses during the 'office time' -in Kolkata I feel that if you managed to come out of the infamously famous rickety old buses then you can do anything.After the completion of the first leg of my research I found out that I am a strong person especially when it comes to pushing my way around and a very good traveller and at the same time very bad with directions .Also,I have this penchant for fumbling the moment I am about to cross a handsome guy.So,I decided to continue my research ,armed now with these results,my next objective was to know how intelligent I am. I took all the conventional routes to analyze my IQ level and I concluded I could not be more intelligent than an average 5th grader because I could not even answer some of the 5th grade geography questions asked by my cousins.So,dissapointed yet resolute ,I tried judging my emotional quotient and I passed out with flying colours!I shed almost a bucket of tears after watching 3 Idiots,almost shed the same amount after my break-up.So after a period full of exhaustion,despair and a little hope I proved that I am a human being and I certainly behave like one!What a relief!