I am so happy

Yeyeye... I feel like dancing and singing out loud, painting the town red.. or may be blue ;)


And I have so many reasons to do so...

One, I had an awesome start of the day, with the perfect time to read my daily news and my daily dose of music,"angrezi beat,radha..." and the likes gave me an awesome start.

Two,it wasn't really cold today morning and I had an awesome time enjoying the cold breeze while coming to office.. And then perfect Latte made me happier.. though I had to throw away the second cup, don't know why I thought I can drink two or maybe I got it for some one else (*eyes rolling*)

Three, I spoke to PS today and SP day before and SN the day before that day :) :) And it brought back memories, memories of those two years we spent together... SP,PS,SN,SK and me studied together for our 11th and 12th standards, and it was the perfect "GALS ONLY" time we had. Sorrows, happiness, food , studies , gossips... we had an awesome time in college but then our paths separated. The usual talk-everyday schedule was replaced by facebook messages and then even the messages ended. So today, we spoke after like 7 years.. SP,PS and SN got married... OMG !! I missed one of the most important days of their lives :( But none the less, it was fun talking to all of them.. We are planning to meet.. yeeyeeyee

I am so happy I am gonna see them after so so long :)

And like I always talk about God's plan B to make me sad each time I am happy, I had a bad bad fight with one of my loved one today.. SS, I am sorry, I dint mean to be rude... but you know I get irritated so fast.. I am so so sorry :( Hope I can make up to what I did to u.. but then I hope you understand why I was angry... Hope you'd smile soon and be your normal self !!

But for now, I am going to paint the town blueeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!

Happy holidaying people :)

My take on things..

A lot has been happening around us over the last two weeks. Loosing one of the most powerful politicians, the paranoia of Shiv Sainiks over dragging two "FREE" citizens over them expressing their opinions on their personal profiles and the hanging of Kasab. Every incident in itself made me ponder and debate about what I think about all of it, how would it affect me voicing my opinion, what other people think about what happened and how will these things affect us in the broader picture called "Life".

I already expressed how the closing down of Pune hampered my life for a couple of days. I am overwhelmed with grief for the loss of a loved one a family faces, but the same fear gripped me that day, the fear of loss!! A life is a life and is more precious than anything else. So when over a couple of hours, Pune and Mumbai were closed, the lives of a millions were affected. I don't think a people's leader would bear his own people being troubled and tortured like this for something as basic as food, medicines and commutation. I personally don't know much about him nor his way of ruling, all I know is what was portrayed by Amitabh Bachchan in Sarkar , though now I know he played a real big part in our politics, given the national cremation offered,draped in the Indian Tricolor. Again a novice that I am, I thought the honour was for people who sacrificed their lives for the country. Yet again, I may be wrong as I don't know about it.

And more soever I am afraid, given what happened to girls who expressed their opinions on a social networking site, I don't know what fate would show me.I mean, we know Bal Thackeray for his ferociousness, for his voicing of his opinions, for his cartoons speaking out loud, and isn't that what Shaheen did. She wrote what she felt.Then why break up her uncle's clinic? Why when its not allowed by law were two girls taken to the police stations in hours when they weren't supposed to, why were their families locked up in their houses, so they couldn't reach their girls in need? Why? I have no idea what emotional trauma they must have been going through!! All I know is it's bad,embarrassing and unexpected. And no, I don't have any grudges against the policemen who arrested them. Who doesn't know that Shiv Sainiks know how to get things their way.. If not the police, they would have had their options B and C ready... So when the police was worried about maintaining decorum, closing down the normal life,handling lakhs who wanted to give homage to their beloved leader, here two girls were dragged into negative light.. and became history. Aren't there any more important issues to be handled?

I know the loss of a loved one. A life is a life and how ever it ends , the loss is irreplaceable. I don't know how life will change after giving Kasab a painful death.It cannot for sure bring back the loved ones we lost, it cannot guarantee that hence forth such things won't re-occur, what does it guarantee then? What does it change then? For me, just two things are clear,one, that things can happen secretly and two, at the end of day what I read in my history text books long back is true, our President does have a say! I entirely stand with the ones who lost their loved ones, but what did we do now by hanging Kasab, killed a son? Isn't this a loss too for his family in their own ways. Yes he was wrong, entirely wrong in what he did... but we all know how he was turned into a deadly terrorist from the cute teenager he must have been once upon a time. He did not have parents as supporting as we had, he didn't have environment for his mind to grow positively, he didn't have someone to take him back home and tell him what he was doing was wrong. And for that instance, when Kasab was hanged a hundred more of his kind would have vouched and resolved against us to take revenge!!

Perplexed about the incidences and their occurrences!! What's your say?

Every girl's dream....

A very cold morning..
Even the sun denies coming out of its warm cover...
She gets up from the warm embrace of her blanket, laces her jogging shoes and there she goes chasing the night away....
Coz in her heart is the dream.... to let her hair down and dance to the DJ's music in her LBD!!!

Today morning view when I went walking!!
Beautiful ain't it??
I was all alone on the beautiful path..
Finally on the way back, opened my arms , took in the cool breeze and ran down the slope like a crashing helicopter, just that I dint crash (*winks*)... (yes, I actually did that :P, but it was fun!!)

Camera

And they ask me why isn't my Dad visible in any of the many family pics I upload...
My dear people.... I wish they had special camera's for heavenly people...
And then I smile and reply, "Some one needs to click, he's right there behind the camera..."

ME

I dint talk to you, not to anyone in general until and unless I was sure we were friends - and people called it attitude. I had made this small comfort zone around me and preferred staying in it, my books , my dolls, my things - and people called me an introvert. I was tagged. I was some one who couldn't make friends, who couldn't trust people, who couldn't open up and talk, who wasn't a nice company to people who dint know me, who wasn't fun, who was always in a world of her own. Everybody mocked at me, comparing me to people, telling me to do this and do that, be like her and learn from him , but nobody rejoiced in what I was. I was forced to leave my comfortable cocoon I had spun around myself and open up, talk, live as you'd term it. But little did you know what I termed "LIFE" as.... and I did... for you and you and you... all of you whom I love.. I changed


Now I talk to all of you, be with you like you, behave the way you'd love to... somethings I like doing some I have started liking for you... but then you don't leave me there either. I talk and you say I talk a lot. I make friends and you say I cannot draw lines. I adjust and be comfortable in what so ever I have and you say I don't have self esteem. I try being what you want and you say I lack individuality...

But what you don't know is.. the real me.. do you? Don't bind me in shackles under the name of love,friendship,relationships.... they don't work for me anymore... For what importance is a relationship which bring tears to my eyes and makes me feel inferior. What happiness can such a relation bring which needs every word to be thought off before spoken and what promises would a future hold where I wouldn't be ME.. Don't catch me this tight, I'll fly away... Let me be me... whether in a cocoon or like a butterfly, its my life..

You hold me in between the two arms of a scissors, it hurts this way and that way too... don't do this.. you don't know what you'd loose.... And yes I am proud to say this, you wouldn't get someone like me.. Try your luck... All the best!!

Pune Central woes..

Remember my post on the diamond earrings I gifted to mum this Diwali. Unfortunately, inexperience showed up. I bought rings and they were small for mum. I had to get them replaced , which I did, but very unsatisfactorily. It was supposed to be a 100% exchange for a month's time. But they just did not having any other piece of jewellery with a cost near my earrings. So, either I had to pay around 7-8k extra , which I dint afford to do, or end up bearing a loss of the difference in the cost. I mean, how is that a policy, if they don't have any items in the same price range, why should I bear the loss ? After a lot of discussion, they agreed to give me a kiddy watch which costed the difference amount. Now , there is not kid in my house and even if there was one, I cannot imagine gifting an ugly, plastic pale blue watch to them even it is selling under a "BRAND NAME". So I ended up exchanging the earrings and bearing the loss... Awful !!


And this is not enough, next day when I went shopping with mum and K, we were waiting for the billing. K's sweatshirt did not have a barcode. Now, in usual times, they called the sales person from that particular brand and asked them the price, but this particular day, the cash counter guy told me very rudely that I'd have to bill it on the floor I bought it..There was no rush, we were the only ones standing at the counter and I dont have an answer for this rude behavior. When I asked him about it,he said he dint know the number and then dint know the name of the sales person, oh, come one.. atleast come up with an acceptable excuse!! A large size carry bag was enough for the clothes, but again he said he dint have medium and large sizes. Now a large sized thing costs 7 rs and a small sized 3 rs , which meant atleast buying 4 carry bags, which I dint obviously!! And now comes the catch, when I checked the bill, I was billed a whooping 2500/- extra for some levis jeans which I dint buy... and then they kept me waiting for another 30 mins to reimburse the amount.... Bad times!!! I am not going back to Pune Central again :(

How The Thackrey loss in my loss in the true sense!!

I wouldn't really comment about Mr BalSaheb Thackeray (one because I am not much into his works, so doesn't make sense to comment and two because I read what fate Shaheen and Rini had to face for posting a comment in a country which allows Freedom of Speech) . But what I'd really like to say is how it was my loss.


So, mum, K and me went cloth-shopping to Central. Had a quick KFC snack and headed to shopping, this was Saturday morning. Central wasn't an amazing experience. This was my second bad experience with Pune Central, Erandwane. By the time we reached home, we were totally exhausted. The cooking gas had ended the previous night and we were totally dependent on the restaurants for our food. And the next thing I know, Pune is closed. No, I completely agree, that a big respected leader passed away and there were chances of violence, but what I dint understand was why! Whom were people going to fight? GOD?

To sum it all up, we were left with no food and no cooking gas. And my mum is an anaemic. We had a tough time, with no shops open, no restaurants working, no autos to commute and for that instance no medicals open... Not the same everywhere in Pune actually, but in my area, this was the scene. Saturday and Sunday looked like a huge effort. Monday morning saw mum draped in sweat with an aching body, her bp was low, like very very low. And then again, I live on the moon, so I dint get an auto to commute to the hospital. The only auto which was present did not agree to travel just a km to the hospital, though I was ready to pay his ten times the price (*eyes rolling*) Finally, we did get a rick and reached the hospital!!

But tell me is it worth the pain ? Just because a great person passed away, can we risk the other loved ones in our lives. I cannot tell you how afraid I was when I saw mum in that situation and couldn't get an auto or a cab. God bless the Thackeray family and give them strength, God bless the police for maintaining decorum, but then again tell me is it worth to risk other lives?