Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Monday, 22 December 2014

are you smart for the smartphone?

Am I the only one around here who is so obsessed with my Smartphone? If you are reading this via your cell then you don't need to say a word. I totally get. We all are starting to live in a generation highly obsessed with technology which is good and good but unwillingly bad. For the most of us it is a beginning to another boring lectures about the ill effects of smart phones but I’ve decided to cut that crap.so, don’t start whining.
Before we debate (debating with you about why are phones one heck of a thing) let’s get to the age old history of these beautiful things. I am not going to paste the whole Wikipedia here but I am going to guess how it all started. Universally we all know how sir graham bell invented this and are still being cursed by some mother driving a car with his teenager at the back seat operating a phone but what if it wasn’t true at all? What if cell phones had been invented before that time for secret communications? Types of means which could only be used by the very rich and powerful or maybe for detective job? What if graham bell invented this to talk to her sweetheart across the street? I don’t know if that was what he invented it for but seeing the condition nowadays I bet he did thought of that somewhere.
Imagine if people from different centuries had access to this gadget. Imagine Juliet in the middle of a very heartbreaking conversation with her family members when suddenly her phone bell rings! And it’s a call from Romeo disguised as Lila, her friend! But then she was suspected and doubted to be cheating on her parents and family members and they take that number secretively from her call logs and find it on truecalkler! What a pity that’d be. Poor Juliet must stick onto letters written from her blood. What if at night they both texted instead of that drama that used to happen where Romeo used to call out her name in pain and anger but after seeing her face it’s all just love and desire in his eyes. What if they just texted each other like
Juliet: hey babe!
Romeo: hii my love! How are you?
Juliet: better than before! Now that I have heard your voicemail…. Things can’t get better than this!
Romeo: the colony people have ordered me not to disturb their peaceful night’s sleep by singing songs for you so; I’ll be sending you voice messages only from now on…
JulietL: yes, I was going to talk to you about that only… my caretaker has also warned me about that... I understand.
Romeo: let’s download Skype… so that we can see each other’s face whenever we want!
Juliet: baby I already have that! And guess what my wallpaper is? It’s our pic! See!


 



Romeo: oh wow!

I remember being a kid without that much of technology and more toys. Thankfully I have played outside and waited for evenings to go out and play. I used to carry a water bottle with me to the park sometimes with some energy drink mixed with it so that I can feel fresh in between the intervals. I used to wait for hours and believe me that used to be the hardest time of the day when it’s time and it’s too hot to go outside. There was a continuously changing decision about the attire that was suitable or not. Occasionally I’d drop late at home and get a huge lecture about carefulness as at that time I didn’t had any phones to inform my mother about my whereabouts but now that I finally have a phone it’s like me and evenings are strangers. I just sit or lay on the couch in the most unpleasing manner and scroll through my phone. Sometimes it’s so irritating to actually just sit there every day doing the same old things and scrolling through the oh so interesting newsfeed.
People will be people. My mother constantly reminds me of the fact that I can’t get any beautiful than what I actually am. Even after makeup for how long is it going to last? Eventually it all comes down to my original face. Unfortunately same is with brains. When people buy smart phones I think they feel they are buying some smartness for themselves. I think smart phones are carrying a misunderstood acknowledgement with themselves. You are going to be the same idiotic person you were after you buy the latest Smartphone or you7 just buy that 1920s junk. People just need to accept that there is nothing new left for them in the newsfeed and that there is nothing so cool about what they just did. People are begging for privacy nowadays and some people are too busy posting updates about what lunch they just had. There are some lunatics who like to inform people about every second of their lives. Sometimes I just wish to change my name to ‘nobody’ so that I can like their posts and their notification be like nobody liked your post. It’s been like a month or two since I had last opened face book and then there’s these number of mad friends I have and I be like nope later!
Well, internet is like the best thing that has happened to all of us. Some people use it effectively and then some badly but then there are people like me who are laughing anonymously at people’s posts from like half the earth away and not even without a proper account inside a blanket. The best thing on the internet is when it helps you with all the dozen homework which teachers think you’re going to actually study and write for yourself. a moment of silence for them and also for those who are reading this and wondering what’s actually wrong in that I do it inside their heads. ONEDOESNOTSIMPLYDOTHAT. I am so thankful to the founder of Wikipedia, Google and moths solving websites. This I will be including at my award winning speech. Without the internet life would have been a water of time. Now I can finally write a novel about how I spent a week without the internet. A true tragedy story.

Tell me yours and maybe we all can laugh about it together!                           

Wednesday, 17 December 2014

hit me with a ray of summer

When was the last time you were slapped by a cold breeze? Such breeze feels like a medicine in summers when the capricious rays of the sun hit us. When we die for cold and dream about snow and hill stations living the beautiful beaches and the lovely summer air. At that time, in the middle of the awes trucking summer and the golden days why do people go to cold regions? I mean are they out of their minds of what? Ask me what happens when you are stuck in cold. You can’t leave and you wish that you no longer stay at the same place.
Summers are delightful, wonderful and amazing I don’t have enough words to describe the magical feeling of summer. The sea, the shore.... who would want o leaves it? The sand, the breeze and the shells. The ease, simplicity and the freedom. Summers are indeed the gift from gods. More than half of our year is occupied with summer and the remaining few are forcefully given to winters but still even after seven or eight months of this lovely season one can’t get enough out of it. As the first glimpse of summer arrives, also arrives the hope for happiness.
When I imagine summer I imagine happy people by the shore. With smiles and giggles. Rolling carelessly in the sand. Jumping and splashing in the water. You all are so evil, making me dreams about all this in such extreme cold.
Be it summer or winter. As much as I love summers I hate winters or maybe the hate rate is more. Winters destroy everything in my life. As if a curse was casted. Winter is like an unbreakable spell casted on the entire universe. It is just the opposite of fun. Some people love winters just because it’s fun. A serious question to all those who feel so, I mean where is the fun in winters? Or was it at all? How is fun even possible when your soul is getting freeze as instantly as you step out of the house? How is it even possible when in winters I spend more than half of my day under a blanket? Do people play wearing quilts wrapped around them? Winters are our punishment’s wish I could just die when winters arrive. All day, all time we have to escape the cold and selectively decide for an hour in the morning about our outfits. One can’t wear short dresses unless of course one would want to commit a suicide.
It’s been like almost a month since the time I have been waiting for winters and till the start of December we all were quite unsure of the chills that we were soon going to receive. Debating on the topic of clothes and weather and peacefully enjoying the mild coldness. I curse the day when I asked when the winter was going to come this year because the very next day I almost froze. Every morning is like living on Mount Everest or Antarctica except here one can’t get a good view of penguins or polar bears. Mornings are the worst. Thank god that our school timings have changed but earlier who would imagine getting up at six in the morning facing the cold and night outside. Bathing is another topic. I just simply whine about not bathing and how cold it is or that the sun hasn’t come out yet or I just need five more minutes.
In summers I used to get up in just one call. Just call out my name and that’s it! But this winter things have made me late. Long are the days gone when I was up early now I just can’t get enough of my bed and the soft and warm blankets......

On the other hand winters are a tad bit good..... They give you comfort and the best of all hot chocolate!!!!!!! Winters may be ad but hot chocolate isn’t. Comment your experiences about winters!!!

Monday, 1 December 2014

Our big day

Let the birds chirp,
Let the squridlls hide.
Let the wind blow
But never the day passes by
Open the curtains and let the rays in
I wish if i could make them stop
So when the day begins
We both can jump and hop
And let people freeze,
Pause whatever they may be doing
Come closer to me, as this day is all about us.
Then hold my hand and shake the soul in me.

My dress,the white dress
And oh my veil!
I wish i could tear them and get near as i can be
And then you whisper isn't this a sinful crime to let your eyes stop from meeting mine?
I blush and run away
But wherever i go , i'm sure you will follow my way
Because through thick and thin we will be like a knot
Unseparatable like paper and an ink dot.

We step on stones running by the stream ,
Just like a horse run along the sea.
I go swiftly through the woods
Walking barefeet,
Smiling like an idiot
Into the trees

Is that you in a black suit,
All suited and dressed?
But all because of me you're again dirty and messed.
By my waist you grab me like a flower is being plucked
Help me someone with you my heart is stuck.

Did cupids just aimed another arrow?
Because of this smell of yours i forget evry sorrow.
Make me wink,make me smile,
Make me laugh and make me cry
But don't you dare to leave my side

And eyes met like sunburst flames
On the ground as we lay feeling insane
But let's not forget it's the big day
Breaking the silence i went away.
Taking a last glance before i locked the hands with my father
And smiling a last time before this pause gets over .
And taking with me a hundred memories ,
Hide that face that looks so sober,
i am left with memories that no one will ever believe.

Friday, 28 November 2014

RED

i searched for miles and days and hours but sorry my love,
i couldn't give you a flower.
a blue, green, pink or yellow
oh my! what a foolish fellow!
tell me why you angry? did i do something wrong?
did i not sing your favorite song?
tell me i ain't that strong
to hold on waiting for your answer.

it's time , it's been too long. i must leave
but speak ! i beg you! was the dinner not tasty?
or were the lights not good?
was it me? was it the place i stood?
was it the time? or was my attire fake?
you looked up and whispered with tears
and went away leaving me with the worst fear
i can still hear those slow lines
what more could a girl take? not dresses, not wine,
not being lavishly fed
but a rose with the color of red.

Wednesday, 19 November 2014

and i asked what the hell is love???

Someone once told me that love is the greatest existing force on earth and that it could change things .although it can but one can’t expect its result to be in the good or the bad. People say that love is too young and vulnerable at first and has to be taken care of like a baby but gradually it becomes a mature adult which is allowed to roam free without any concern. Love is also like a bud which blossoms and wins a million hearts but at the same time its beauty is only till the day it’s watered. I have never experienced love but only a few of us actually will. In today’s generation keeping your heart open to people can only leave us damaged, said a broken hearted. What wrong did she said? Maybe nothing because the one who’d try that is more likely to be called a fool but that’s where we all fail in this love game because true lover of one will accept the broken hearted as they are. They will love all the flaws and repair the damages and take care you and be a nurse to the broken heart so that one day it finally smiles and realises who he actually loves.
The one who sought beauty never had it in the face, said the studious girl next door. She sobbed and said that the one who looks for beauty never actually gets it. Beauty is just a complementary gift of sight, the ones who have it, find it even in the ugliest things of all. Looks can be to die for but a good heart is to kill for. Why do girls dress up to get a boy? Because they know that one will never love them unless they look like an angel who just got down from heaven but the sad truth is that such girls make a fool of them and let their heart be broken by someone who is mending with their emotions without any care at all.
Love is eternity, said the old man standing near his wife’s grave. Love isn’t always physical, sometimes it’s just the way someone can make you smile without them being with you... just the way of you thinking about somebody which sends butterflys down your stomach. Ah! That one thought and everything is bliss. Love isn’t about holding hands, it’s just about holding up a smile. Love is infinite even though you still can’t be there for hugs or kisses. It’s just about how much you miss them that every second feels like a day passing by.
Love is a game, said the sportsman. You need to win a heart before you take the trophy. You need patience, practise and skill. You need to be good at it. You need to compromise what you carve for your goal, your love. That day you shall win.
Love isn’t just about that big day, said the newly wedded wife. Love isn’t always about dreaming with who you want to spend your life with. It’s not at all about naming your kids beforehand or exchanging vows. It’s just about how special is your each day and how honestly you stand up to the vows you made. That’s true love.
It’s a contrast outfit, said the fashion designer. Love isn’t about able to complete each other’s sentences and doing the same things. True love is different yet the same. You don’t need to be a matching accessory for your outfit, sometimes quirky is fun. Never be the same. Just be the way you are. If you need to change your clothes to match with your lover then I am sorry but it’s not true love.

Then what is love? Asked the little girl. If you look across the globe or people near you, you’d find love. Be it living or dead it’s everywhere. Love isn’t always correct and it’s mistaken too but it’s fun, quirky and delightful. Much to make your day. Not to be together but be together forever. To be the opposite but still attract. Love is just about finding it and let it grow each day. Love is about happiness and joy. Love is you

Tuesday, 18 November 2014

painting,painting on the wall


A painting on the wall
With a deciduous tree,
Showing beauty of the fall
Says enough to me.
Depicting every part of it
Without a mic to speak,
All full of orange, but
With a hint of green., but
Seems like spring to me.
What is it? Just a plain Sheet.
Made up of paper and trees.
Printed with some colors
Attracting each.,
Wanting me to stay ,
Look at the beauty
Of every detail,
 I am unable to see
Just a tree with nothing To feel.
.                                                                               As the light closes
                                                                I leave to go
but I will come Back in summer,
in snow,
seeing the branches
And the leaves will they grow?


Monday, 17 November 2014

Finally today I can rest in peace! I did it! I just accomplished something which I thought would have been impossible for me but after doing it I just feel so good that I can’t tell. In everyone’s life there is a thing which they long for, something which others may have or maybe not. Something not just money can buy. I can hear like a thousand voices yelling the answer to all my problems. No, to the guy who just said smelling socks, except you. I mean maths!!!! And by the way what do you mean by smelling socks? I don’t get it why would someone want to achieve smelling socks? Take mine if you need. Well, however maths is typical problem of almost the entire human species. I find maths absolutely unsatisfying and unnecessary. I mean why would someone want to know the factors of the equation 8gdwgd7w2873jdkqbdyqfd7e923636370w-ohfdckcb? It’s not like someday when you are laying on your deathbed maths is going to help you. Or is it? Let me just remind you of an incident which made me look so smart but so dumb at the same time. I used to be in third grade when a very very itchy maths teacher of mine, and by itchy I mean the one who used to scratch herself all the time while teaching children. She was teaching us about graphs and pictorial representation which seemed like the easiest thing on the whole world (doesn’t seem now) but anyway yes it did and to make us understand better she gave an example of a survey which she held in the class herself. Each student had to name their favourite subject out of any and then based on the numbers that she’d get after the poll she will make a graph out of it. We do stupid things. So, excuse me but being a human being I did something stupid too , I told the itchy teacher of how fond of maths I was  (oh please! Like I really do!) . Although no one even remembers that something so weird also had taken place sometime in the extreme past but every time I recall this happening and I feel stupid. Like I should just go and get drown myself in a glass full of water. I am even confused of how the hell in this world can I utter maths to be my favourite subject? When I’ll figure it out I’ll tell you meanwhile where’s the guy who wanted some smelling socks?
So, there are these two boys in my class who I don’t know why are the quickest to solve maths problems while I am still not coming out of the shock of how long can a world problem actually get. Every time one sees a maths test paper the shock in their eyes gets bigger and even regretful. Even Chinese eyes get widened, what more do you expect? These two boys in my class make me want to groan and kill the maths teacher. The worst part about people who understand maths is that they feel supreme and don’t let others concentrate. The same happens with a bunch of people who frequently visit my tuitions. Such mathematicians don’t deserve our friendship. Such extreme betrayal using maths. To be honest such people need to stop coming to such educational institutions because they just are too smart that it’s a shame for them to sit in such dumb places.
No, matter how much I try to solve math problems I somehow end up looking like the grumpy cat. Meanwhile I work up so hard to be good at it but every time I just simply fail. No, not at maths! At just being able to score better at maths. The least I can do is satisfy myself with my best friend’s marks. You very well know what I mean. But recently I’ve got good marks which make me want to jump with joy. If I want to explain the feeling I’d just simply say that it feels like being on top of the world. The confidence which I had lost in the past years when I used to give my examiners a horrible maths paper at least I’m over that stage of my life. Now I’m improving and I bet you that feels too good! Sometimes all you need is a sudden boost that completely shakes you up and like awakens you. Like a bad dream that’ll soon get over. All you need to do is do the right sum at the right time and with the right guidance. Then probably you won’t need to search on Google to how to be good at maths.
Some of my biggest nightmares include spiders, lizards, ghosts, unfinished cake and time duration bell in the exams. I hate to be late at anything. I feel like it’s the end of the world when your paper is forcefully snatched away from you. The realisation and worry is intolerable. I guess sometime the odds aren’t in your favour normally in maths they are always not only in yours but in everyone’s. It was when only five minutes were left from the examiner to collect the papers. I used to sit on the third or fourth bench and so, I was quite worried about my early submission. I had left almost half of the paper upon god’s will and the other half I had somehow managed to do on my own with the help of some teamwork. Thanks to my friends who helped me in such hard times. I very well remember that one question which looked quite simple at first. The demand of the question was to find out a cube of a long number. Which I think started from seven but like they say things aren’t the same as they look. It was a horrible trap which trapped me into the long and unending calculations resulting the examiner to force me into surrendering and giving away the paper. She kept yelling at me for not completing it on time and wasting her energy but while I was busy calculating she was busy distracting me. It seemed so stupid that why a person would take extra five minutes? To complete any question right? But no, she felt as if I wasn’t involved into any solution finding but I was just relaxing. I wish I could curse that teacher and let her alone die in a horrible place. Oh my gosh I just need to drink water, my blood’s boiling! Can you please do me a favour and get me a glass of water please? Yes, you. The smelly socks boy. And remember to wash your hands first!

The conclusion to this topic is that maths is a complete torture to humans. Unlike some strange people who understand maths I am proud not to be someone like them. I can’t change the brain but I can learn maths which I’ve got going for me. Like mahatma Gandhi said that English makes us feel like aliens in our own lands I’d just like to make a suggestion that maths makes us feel like aliens in our own lands. Things aren’t always as they seem so I’d like to tell you to watch out for word problems in test papers as in class they are like 1 orange =100 +13 mangoes but in exams they are mostly like “ I have 6666876 things and 26y lemons. If I squeeze one into your brain how many fingers do I get? And last but not the least I’d just like to die rather than study maths and I know that the smelly socks boy is the right one to help me out for it. 

Monday, 10 November 2014

burger or bug her!

And the season’s back when girls finally feel insecure and the most disgusting thing ever on the planet but now I don’t feel sympathetic towards them I need sympathy for my own dear life. I always bluffed about how beautiful a girl is when she’s comfortable in her own self. With her own body and there’s nothing she’d want to hide. Even if she’s curvy, fat or thin she’s satisfied but let me clear it up now. It’s all a trap. Life feels horrible after my realisation of being fat. I am just of no good. No, I haven’t been struck by lightning I am struck with cholesterol! Oh my! It would have been better if I would have been struck by lightning than to face this ugly truth about myself that makes me want to puke all over the place. I never had that coming. Actually I am damn confused about how to explain it. I am at a stage of my life which I thought I’d never end up to. At least not in my teens but I guess the odds aren’t on my favour. Hit me in the face someone?

So, it all started with a very happy story when I and my dearest friends were over to a friend’s house for a sleepover after her tiring dance party. Honestly I’ve always loved dance parties no matter how much my heels ache the very next day there’s something about them that I can’t resist. It isn’t only just the dance party but it’s also about what we are going to wear. basically this is what we talk about weeks ago before we even know the party is coming but since we are girls and girls like fashion and fashion is fun we gossip all day long about how glam and tip toed we’ll be looking on the big day. we all are the suspense breakers as we can’t simply keep our outfit a secret so all you can do with us is that talk about your outfit as much as possible and explain each and every millimetre of it and yes, don’t forget your accessories! I love this topic so much that I can talk about it day and night. As per my record which completely says that I looked glam in all the recent parties I am pretty much sure that I’ll look better in my future outfits too! Honestly I love it when my besties complement me and my collection, the feeling that one gets at that time is unexplainable. So, every time I go out for a much awaited shopping spree before picking out just the right outfit I always keep in mind that it looks exactly the way I want it to look in any party. Not too decent nor too out of the world. I carefully choose my outfit and no wonder how many I have but I always fall for the one in the black. Be it totally black or just a little hint of it. Something is there about it that catches my eye. Well so, this time I decided to wear the dress my sister bought for me from my dream destination Paris! Yes, at first i was freaking out too but I just wanted all eyes on me so I decided to pair that LBD with some black stockings and a pair of black wedges and a prepped up ponytail. I thought I looked too damn hot for it but as I had seen the birthday girl’s dress I wanted to be another showstopper in the room. To my expectation at first everyone was looking at me and admiring me but then if we move this story a bit ahead when I was at my friend’s home one of my tall bestie commented that I looked healthy. You obviously know my reaction very well don’t you? I was like oh my god! What? Do I look fat? Omg! No! No! Noooooooooooooooooo! For god’s sake no! I asked her if she was serious and she nodded which seemed pretty much like a yes to me. Well never mind that I ignored it and cooled myself down but then today during school hours another best friend came up and told me that her mother even said to her that I looked healthier than before. Again you very well know my reaction. Kill me please!!!!????? Why? Why only me? She even pointed out to my diet and told me to control a bit on my carvings and stay away from my beloved chocolates and all sorts of unhealthy things. How can I stay away from them? Can you stay away from your loved ones? Just as I was about to ignore it I sensed a sudden urge to cry and whined like a two year old in front of her with a very tensed face. To give me relief she confirmed that it wasn’t much and that she too looked just like me but like I cared at that time about that. I know they all were just lies. Sad lies. I whined all my way in the recess and asked one of my boy friends to tell me whether I seemed fat from anywhere and he at first took it in a very casual way and replied with a very satisfying no but then he snapped back and instantly replied that my face looked a bit smaller than my body! Oh no! I don’t know what to do! So as soon I rushed home I asked my father to tell me a few exercises which help reduce fat. I feel dumb now rivewing myself in the mirror now since like from the time I have reached home. I feel disgusting not just because I was told I looked fatter but also because I never believed in any of this. Where am the me which said once that beauty comes in all shapes and sizes? Where is that me? At this time I am questioning myself if I actually think that my theories are correct or just fake. Am I not pretty just because of my weight?

Tuesday, 23 September 2014

forgive me

oh mother! oh my!
oh lord! i shall never ask you why!
i am off for battles and wars and tease
but i pray my lord that behind me you keep them in peace
peace for those who i love.
peace for the dear ones to me
peace for below and above.
peace to be free.
may i leave today but come again
hope i don’t lose as i have nothing much gained.
keep my will going, and let the rain fall
keep the sky full of stars for the little ones to count to sleep.
i wish they count for endless sheep’s , as stars will be counted till i come
because i will be far, far away protecting some.
this uniform i wore was a commitment to be made
that i shall return home but first play by my fate.
don’t know where someone will put me in my grave
but i will be happy that i died to make you safe.
don’t worry family, if the sad news arrives
because later or sooner we all shall reunite.
oh family! forgive me if you can! i wasn’t there for you!
i wasn’t there in the darkest times
neither was i there when it was fine.
and maybe i shall never be there.
as i am off for duty here,
but believe me! i think of all!
and i shall return by fall
but i ain’t doing any promises
as i have the sleeps of millions at my feet.
i am sorry if i don’t return but i wish to stay in your memory.