Weird Pages...

Deleting people from life? Well yes I do that at times. When I am badly hurt, I do not wish that person to stay in my life anymore and I do not even wish to hear her/his name. Forgive them? It's not easy for me to forgive them.

What about deleting people out of love? for their good?
Well I have never done that. I never wanted to delete people out of .my life who are closed to me. Staying away from loved one is difficult. The absence of their speech kills if it is person whom you communicate everyday.
How we get used to small things in life and we get dependent on them for small opinion, suggestion, feedback, reactions. How small things get connected to them and reminds you of the person every now and then. The "WE" turns into "YOU" and "I" in no time.

Love hurts, yes it does but I didn't know friendship hurts too, knowing that, at times distance is good in the long run happiness for both of them.

Getting back to blog and little bit of being filmy

As I came back home, I rushed to search my laptop and reminded myself where I last saw it. Oh yes, it was in my work station.

The laptop was left untouched, with all the work related screens on and all the messengers on. I decided I need to get back to writing blog and to do that I had to shut down everything so that there is no distraction and the flow of my thoughts are not disturbed.

I had traveled to a nearby city and came back. It was a short travel but a long conversation with me in my head.  The unsaid words to the missed one, I said it all in my thoughts and made some terms with myself, pondered over it again and again. On the way I might have read fifteen blogs which I had saved it to read later on my kindle.

Series of topics came to me which I wanted to write down and I wondered how much I missed writing blog and why had I left it so untouched when there are so many topics I wanted to write about.

As I was travelling back in car, I felt RD head on my shoulder (generally he is not much of a sleeping person in car), I wanted to relish this moment so I kept him continue resting on my shoulder. I kept looking at him, wrapped his hands with mine and wanted to tell him how much I missed him (though he had been with me throughout) and how much he meant to me. Filmy that I am, as a matter of fact there is difference in real and reel life (your phrase I keep stealing.. sorry can’t help it), I felt pain slowing increasing in my shoulder. I wanted to place his heavy head somewhere else to  easy myself and reminded myself that I could not be so filmy to hold him like that for too long, I am a girl not a boy with masculine arms :P.  The pain became intolerable so I finally placed his head to the other side near the car’s door. I smiled to notice that we are not too away from home.

Lots more to write. To be continued..

Reading through Kindle

Now days I cannot collect patience to read blog on my laptop. I though don’t mind to read it on my kindle.  It’s one of the oldest versions of kindle that I own but I still love it as I love my old letters, way back but yet so close.

As we have “Pocket”  as and read it later extension in Chrome, it also has an app called kindle it which converts all the read it later file to kindle format and like Pocket it send the file in one click to my kindle. So awesome and so easy to read it there. Especially when I am lying down and want to want to drift apart from world, not read about the same old people on your FB list but to read some sensible post of dear bloggers.

Raaji I am trying to catch up with your post J

I thought blogvilla has died as many of my blogger friends have stopped blogging but it was amusing today to check that there are still some bloggers who updates their blog now and then.

Being apart from blog was when life was in full swing.  Especially when RD was around after marriage I never felt like writing as I used to share all my single thoughts with him. I still do. But I kind of feel the need of getting back to blog have been increasing. It may be because I want to be with myself and not matter with real people for some time but just me and my thoughts. 

I hear you...

Some songs poke your brain every time you listen to it as some memories are attached to it. There are times when you want to keep away from those memories but then the song reminds you of it now and then. It is worse when it is a new song you are addicted to. You will hear it everywhere; let it be in your playlist, your friend’s car, your driver's mobile ringtone, the hindi serial background song, the saloon you passing through Grrrr..

It was a shock when I heard it from my painter’s mobile. The busy painter was enjoying the song and brushing the wall where as I froze for a moment, closed my eyes, relish the moments, ran away from the moment, reminded myself to get back to real life :D

Cheers!!!

P.S. : Stop screaming the song into my ear. I hear you.. : : 

My first job

I lived in Bangalore for almost 8 years. It is the city where I found most amazing friends, my love, my first job, lots of learning and lots of fun. Today I am not going to go on about B’lore but something related to my first job. 

In those days (year 2005) my parents were pretty strict about pocket money. Despite they knew Bangalore was expensive city, the pocket money I received monthly hardly made it to my savings so that I could have gone shopping. I never had heart to tell them that the money they sent were not enough. I knew they were already spending a lot on my education, accommodation and fooding. I somehow gather information that there were lots of students who worked part time in some events like product promotion, helping with events, salesman in exhibition, branding etc. 

I somehow managed to get a contact number of a man who worked to supply manpower to such events. Mainly he was the one who had contact numbers of students who are willing to work for such events as part timers. Some events go on for days and some ends in just three to four hours in same day. 

As soon as I collected contact number of this man I called him and he offered me a job for three days to work as sales-women in an exhibition of arts and crafts in Kanteerava Indoor Stadium for a stall. I had to work from 10 am to 8pm for consecutive three days for Rs three hundred per day. I know the money was too less for the long hours but I thought it was better than wasting time staying indoor. The experience was good. The joy of working for the first time and earning thousand rupees out of which one hundred was a bonus given by the boss . I couldn’t hold to give the news to my parents in Nepal. I still remember those moments. I earned thousand bucks and spent rupees three hundred on buying souvenirs for my sister which consists of candle stand, floating candle and some other decorative items. 

Now don’t call me kanjoos. I realized it was not easy to earn money! 

This was my first mini experience of Job. How about yours? 

Back again

The reason I started blogging was to comfort my mind. I was going through a tough phase and there were none who could understand me what exactly I was going through. Finally I found a way out, strangely blogging helped. I was happy to see comments and realised people somewhere, though they don’t know me, still understood me far better than people around me. What could be the reasons?

Any ways you might have noticed that the frequency of my blog post has tremendously gone down in past few months. One reason is I am married and I don’t have much easeful time to write down anything. Past few days I have been so busy with home responsibilities. Life is not that easy after marriage but soon I hope I will find a comfortable corner and time.

Another reason is RD(my husband) is always there to listen to me. He has become my immediate shoulder to lay on. So I happen to share all my feelings with him so I am back to normal me and I don’t feel like blogging it out.

There were few of my posts which were romantic and of past memories. Well I am not much into much romantic imagineation now as I am already living my dreams and yes I have been missing past more than any other times specially my mother.

Today I am glad I could  finally write down something. I hope I will visit this space more often. Miss you all my blogger friends. Ab dimag shayad kaam karega ;) lol

She is a Rockstar!!

When you are very close to some one, his/her B'day feels like yours. You start getting excited like as if it't your B'day and why not?? closest pals mean so much to you. The day she/he came on earth would be one of the special day to celebrate.

Tomorrow is my Best friend Shally's Bday. Warmest regards to my Angel.

She is a Rockstar,

with her guitar

with converse on,

with all the weird nail paint collections,

She is an Angel,

cold to strangers,

doesn't give shit to the glitters,

she walks like, she is the best thing on earth

I hope all the dark phases comes to end with this new year for you. Its OK to be old, we gotta marry soon!! :P become mashis and pamper each other's kid.. hehe

Together we will share walk through this journey of life. When I am beside you, fear not. You know I'm always there for u like a Soul-mate :)

The memory of the day I first saw u, its so fresh. College life was fun cuz of you being around.

Partying late night, getting drunk, reading Cosmo together. Studying together late night, bunking most of the first hours, hunting for proxis, downloading old tracks for Dad, lounge music at 5 AM.

late night smoking and then queue loo :P

Together we discussed about future, discussed the crappiest topic ever (specially the day we got caught talking about G-spot :p and drawing Danger sign)

Please keep in touch no matter where you are.

You mean a world to me,

Love you Sesxy.

Happy Happy Bday.

P.S. Pls dont laze around and do something nice tomorrow!!!

XOXO

Troubled Mind

Sometime we open our heart to someone whom we think its worth and after some days we realised we did a blunder. Out heart trusts, hands moves front to firm a shake in order to build a new relation, arms open wide and we give them space close to our heart welcoming with a hug, a smile, a new dream, a new companion to walk with this journey of life.

At times we get so frustrated that we think its enough. No more new friends.

I have gone through similar stage. I felt, I've already many to take care plus I can't trust anyone anymore. Anyhow it doesn't stop there. Our soul is always in active mode searching for someone to be with. I wish at times we could live alone and need no one to depend on.

Through this phases of life which soaked me in so many drunken thoughts which made me realise the hangover will last forever. Someone whom we open our heart can give the most painful moments with heartaches and tearful eyes.

I still haven't forgotten the day i saw her for the first time. I was probably of 13 years old. The first time I saw her was in some party, pretty looking girl I ever saw. Blue dress with long lovely hair. I knew I wanted to be friend but I was the shy kid when it came to stranger. Somehow we met again after some years. Spend some time together and got to know each other better. I thought In spite of everything she is like me. She would understand who I really am. We would be good friends in future. We laughed together, cooked together and even hugged each other when the other was sad or felt home sick.

Those were great times. I even wrote poem on our friendship, describing her.

Days passed and instead of things turning from from good to better it went worse. I'm a girl who doesn't follow much ethics, I've my own norms and I believe in being practical, logical, do what I want to and let other people do what they want to. I don't understand why people have so many problems with other life. She was good, she never said anything. I even shared my personal space, my blog link with her. My own personal diary.

How much can you change yourself to exist in your society? For how long can you not be you cuz you know you have to accept some social factor which your heart doesn't wanna follow? My heart aches when I think of her. The day someone mentions or she turns up from somewhere my whole day gets disturbed. I think what did do wrong that our friendship took a turn. I am loyal to my friends. I take them seriously. But when I hate someone, I hate that person so much that I don't want to hear his/ her name either.

The good, bad memories flashes back but the pain in my heart are more than the smiles you gave to my lips. Its been more than a year but the memories are still so fresh no matter how hard I try to erase. I don't know when these pain will degrade.

I wish she doesn't follow me anymore. Don't read whats happening to me. Cuz I can never get back to her. Friendship brings smile not tears. It holds hands when we are shaky instead of leaving them to deserted, unknown land.

P.S. if there is any typos pls email me separately so that I can fix them..

Thanks readers.

Song of the day - Nothing on you By B.o.B. ft Bruno Mars

Why shouldn't we care??

How it feels when suddenly you release that a part of your body does not move. You sleep sound and when you wake up you comprehend that you are not able to wake up.

It is scary. I pray to God none of us have to go through this.

Accident does weird stuff. In want to reach the destination by some minutes faster, we lose what it more important. Like good life, party, music, dance, friends’ etc; speed too has become our obsession. I feel speed reduces our decision making capacity. All we are concern is the destination. We forget that we have read in so many blogs and fwd messages that most of the time it’s not your fault. It can be somebody else’s fault. If you are driving in right lane carefully and in mean time some other vehicle comes and bangs your vehicle what can you do?

Accident is always unplanned. A shock, a blackout, to some it can be a moment to recall the torture throughout life. One more addition of new Phobia of Speed or Road or traffic.

I read Shaunak’s Post, brought back the pack of something that I have nightmare every night. One more sufferer added to the list.
Friends please pray for his recovery. Through my experience I know the greatest cure is through prayers and blessings.

Shaunak says :
My cousin's been in the ICU for the past eight days or so. MAJOR car accident. A truck rammed his car from the side. I don't remember the specifics, but multiple fractures, temporary coma, brain damage...it's bad.
When you know someone who's battling for his life, it kinda puts things into perspective. We weren't that close. Heck, we barely met. But I know the guy. He's family. And that's more than enough for his condition to be stuck in my head. He's finally started responding, but they say it's touch and go. No guarantees.

Please Pray.
To link with Shaunak’s Post click here

Escape..

Please do not go ahead if u dont want to read something that can be heavy for you

Cuz this post might change the direction of U to inverted U on your face. Later Dont blame me that I didn’t alert.

These are the thoughts that I have every now and then and probably comes in my mind more often maybe cause I have to visit the same place again and again and go through what I went through already in my past.

Why are memories so fresh?
Why can't I sleep without thinking of all those sudden twists in my life?
What if I knew what was going to happen,
What difference would it have made?

Why can't I forget what’s gone
Why do I treasure that's not worth a recall?
What if those angels were not there?
How would I be back on the track?

Why do I think so hard what would they have done for that ten hours of operation
Who would be outside the OPD, waiting long, filling forms, checking for updates.
I can't help thinking of those teary eyes and joint hands of my parents in prayers.
My sister in far away land, waiting for phone calls and praying to god.

Those nurses who took care of me day and night.
Those other scary patients in ICU who would anytime die.
Why did I deserve all this?
What wrong had I done in my past life

P.S. Right now all is fine. No need to convince me in any thing.. I m happy, I m fine.

He and me

Seven years back when we started with this relationship.Everything was so charming, wistful and incredible. We had long distance relationship for one year. This happened just when I agreed to get into a relationship. Everything has a way out and we surely had ours too, to get in touch. We overcame the distance with the weekend chats on internet. Come what may, we used to be online between 4 to 6. I was in hostel in B'lore then. All of us didn’t get outings. Sometimes I sneaked out, other times I added my name in exit form of others, many other times I even made up reasons like bank work, dentist check up (though I never visited one). The times we spent between 4 to 6 during weekends were the best days of our whole week. We used to die to see each other on cam. Later, when I used to recap the whole conversation in my mind, trying to read what he never said, recalling some of the  most romantic lines and then smile alone, happy, wandering absent minded.

I was least interested which girl friend of mine spoke to which guy, what happened in Boys school, who was wearing what for socials, what was the next assignment, when the dinner bell rang. I guess I had created a different world around me by then.

A call from him would be like a celebrity call. When he said my name I felt I was among those lakhs fans of Amitabh to get a personal signature on a piece of paper.

His cute face, innocent eyes, naughty, teasing smile had done all the magic and I was so crazy about him. I counted each day to pass by as soon as possible so that I would meet him again.

It was so difficult to get him on phone. We didn’t have mobile phones then (actually sounds like “Hamare jamane main” types). The fortunate day I got him on call I thought myself to be the luckiest girl for the day. Pura paisa wasool even though on ISD call :) Once I had called him, the next line he had said was "Thank God you called, I was so pissed because of my aunt. Now I will be all fine. I was so restless but now I found peace". I don’t know if he remembers he had told me so, but at that time and even today I think it is something that has a lot of significance.

Today when he called he was little pissed off. Some kinda Work pressure. I was waiting for his call since hours. He hardly spoke for 4 minutes and he hung up saying he had a bad mood and would prefer to be left alone. He is not a person who says so. Actually I am. When I am angry I choose to be alone, think about it for some time and forget it. No one on earth can console me when I have moodswings. I choose to be myself because at times you have to deal with your things and no one else can make it less (For him there is no word called I. I meant We, he and me). Knowing this side of me he was always there, ready to listen to 'Furious me', he being so 'calm and composed'. Today when I am still there, he chose to be alone. I don’t know why but it felt weird. Felt that the magic of 'my presence fading his sorrows' is fading away.

P.S - I know RD, it’s not like this.. maybe I am thinking too hard. I just felt like sharing.

I love you

They sang to me...

There are songs which when played remind us of someone who is connected to the song. Some past memories flashes back and brings smile and tears both at same time. Some song remind us some incident which make us feel like as if the song was made for us. There are songs for all reason and for season. That's why one of my best friend is music. We can listen to song according to our mood. Some songs peps our mood and get our life back to track. Lets talk about songs that is connected to our life.

Songs of hum dil de chuke sanam reminds me of RD cuz tat was the time when he proposed me.
Song, tere naina reminds me of Ayush, i'd challenge him to mug up the song and sing me in a week. He lost the bet.
Song duba duba, aur Durrr reminds me of my friend Sachin , i'd recorded his voice in my phone when he sang that, sad i lost that phone and so did the sound clip.
Song of Deewana album by Sonu Nigam song reminds me of Peter. He sang it to me through voice conference. :-) he was awesome. Waiting for him to rap sometime. Songs of Himesh Reshamiya reminds of Aakash he loved to song and made me fall in love with some songs too like Aksar,
some English hip hop songs reminds me of Shally. We used to party hard and dance hard.
Some songs reminds me of some people cuz of there long time caller tune.
Which songs brings back you memory of someone? Lets share. Lets talk about it.

Something Something..

My house was in fire yesterday. I and my cousin Rusu were in kitchen while i was preparing tea. I saw a sudden flame near the cooking gas and it was coming from the cylinder pipe. Rusu started panicking. I couldn't think of anything better than run. I could have turn off the gas and cylinder but i blamed my speed cuz of my leg so we both ran through stairs. Nothing worked our mind except to go to ground floor and call the security guard. We could hear the sound of flame from first floor too. Later when we reached ground floor we realise the flame was visible from the kitchen window. Many people were starring at our building. Sudden rush and panic and some guys moved into our flat to extinguish the flame. Horrible part was that there were three cylinder near the gas.

Thank god i am safe.

Other Updates.

I feel so jobless these days. Its tough to enquire about Guitar classes :|

I’M planning to join CFA course (Charter Financial Analyst), not sure if i can manage, Giving a thought to it.

recently downloaded songs of Raju ban gaya gentleman and kabhi haan kabhi naa. (I am downloading Queen  :P )

Feel useless in life. Want to do something but i don’t know which area my interest lies.

Should i go for what market demands or should i pursue something in my interest (my interest might not pay me more than the market demand)

Calcutta is acting weird. Someday it rains heavily and other days its dry like desert.

Soap gossip >> Mile jab hum tum >> Do u think Mayank will propose Nupur???

I think Dil mil gaye sucks these days, hospital has nothing to do with them. Instead the English soap called Scrub is better.

Someone gift me F.R.I.E.N.D.S. ka DVD from season 1. I never watched it,

My concentrations is wandering in Universe these days. I cant sit and read newspaper for more than 5 mins. I cant study more than 20 mins. I cant sleep cuz if i sleep for more i feel guilty i am wasting time. I feel I don't belong here. I think i want to do something more occupying.

I hope find my self someday.. every day of life is precious and days are getting over which we turn back. I wish the sand of time were thick and never moved. I don’t know How to think less and how to control emotions.

BTW do share your Bachpan ki yaadein In my Joint-blog Shit-For-Tat

 

 

 

 

I Limp so what???

She has the Bipasha Basu type haircut (what you don't know what I’m talking about? Perhaps you should check my previous post)

She has the most amazing smile, she is a bathroom singer but she sings with all her heart out.

She tries to me most fashionable ison.. See she got the freaky hair highlight. Next is purple or blue :-P

but she limps.. She carries her leg and she limps.

She had walk or her life (four hour walk with RD)

Spent most of her weekend dancing in disc. She never stayed home cuz she loved shopping, socialising, partying, rock concert, she even ran to catch auto but today she limps, she doesn't like it but she doesn't wanna stop it so she limps.

She Planned every week end - date or hill station with friends?

Watched movies and enjoyed bike rides wit all guy friends.

Got drunk, picked up by her boy friend.. She is every body's best friend. She went through the most difficult time, an accident followed by ten hours operation, and then many more.. She didn't loose hope, she had inner strength, and she had prayers of so many friends, parents and angels. She walks, doesn't go for movie but still thanks to downloading (piracy rocks), she has crowd phobia but still she shops, she gets over emotional, sentimental and cries till her headaches, missing old times but next day she recovers.. As if it was just a nightmare.

She doesn't loose hope. She limps so what? It’s just a limp . Isn’t it.

I am thankful God chose me among thousand cuz I am strong. There are people who can’t cope up with adversity. I m glad he chose me. What would have happened if it was some other family member. I’m thankful to him cuz he chose me but he healed me too (thanks to all those prayers and blessings)

I saw a man walking in crutch. I thanked God cuz I have passed that stage. That guy walking on crutch perhaps will stay like that forever. He didn’t have both leg. I m lucky I healed.

Glad…

No stretcher

No wheel chair

No Hospital for big operations

No ICU room

No scene of people suffering and crying in pain

No crutch

No lying long in bed

No sleeping straight till back hurts.

No saying No to shopping, movie..

No Plaster

No walker

But JUST A LIMP.

Some takes time to stand on their feet after staying in bed. Thanks everyone for motivating me and making me believe I can do it and I will do it.

Hope in coming diwali I can run after bursting the crackers.

In holi I can chase my friends and they can chase me too.

I can enforce my pending promises, teach Salsa to my friends.

And coming year I too dance with everyone and have that same smile back on my face.

Scrap book - My first Proposal

When I was in class ten my best friend Ashish proposed me. We laugh about it now cuz those were meaningless infatuation or what he thought was love. I'd never stayed away from my family so i clearly knew my limitation, not to fall for anyone or no bf thing so early, atleast not till I'm in college. My school friends now tells me i was very proudy, may be i was as all knew, I'd build walls around me. Be friend, good enough, if you try more than tat be ready to lose me. It was clear till he proposed without the fear of losing his best friend, may be influence of the great hit movie of tat time Kuch kuch hota hai which inspires to tell your feeling before it’s too late. I didn't talk to Ashish for long time but cuz of some circumstances he was all alone and needed someone. I kept all my anger aside. I couldnt see him in tears, his father had expired. He missed school, and i missed him. We hardly talked. On the last day of school i told him i couldn't control his feeling for me but for me He'll always be friend. And we had been friends always. At times he says kali love you, i smile and reply - love you too.

He knows I'm just a friend, his best friend.

Reflection..

Some years back I used to say I’m a gal who live in future..

Being a small town gal I had big dreams.. I know I didn't belong there .. I'd a different mindset, a different me.. I saw myself somewhere else in a dream land, a place of my own... Life moved on ..
As I wanted I moved out of small town for my further studies.. As I heard my bro and sis talking so much of hostel life a part of me always longed to experience a life only heard. I managed to move on to the city which I only saw in TV or heard from chat friends.. Bangalore.. I Studied in a gal’s school as a hostelite. Years is hostel didn't go the way I heard it from my siblings.. The script changed since I was not is a complete boarding school. It was more of day school then a boarding. Hostels of hill station are different.. More rules and more behaviour oriented.. Thanks god I didn't had a strict life.. Getting to the other side of boarding gate was every day and everybody’s dream.. Even dreams of boy school guys staying just down the lane. A reason always ready to get exit pass from matron.. Let it be a never ending bank issues, stationery shortage or any such reasons. Sneaking out of hostel had always been full of adventures..

I never liked my batch mates much. Call it frequency unmatched.. Either they were over matured for me to understand or under matured to behave like idiots. I was always there when help was needed but if I fall it Shit none would be there to take my side. Life was difficult and had taught lots.

Eventually when RD (click here to view his bog) joined Bangalore college again.. I stopped thinking about future.. The small town gal was living her future now, the most happy, bubbly and cheerful gal in the town. All mattered was present. Life rocked, it was on the peak unless the accident took place...
I turn back.. I see me.. The gal with dreams.. Who lived in future, the gal who lived in present ... whose every weekend passed in any social events let it be past mid night party or a date with RD.

And now when I think who I am.. I see myself who lives in past. I turn back again and again to those cheerful moments which don’t want to let go off from my heart, mind and my soul. Still Life moves on...


P.S. > I know I should look ahead now.. and I’m doing in some ways.. See I’m so looking fwd to a good Christmas party and new year in B’lore, I see my plaster being removed, soon my physiotherapy will start and slowly I'll be able to bend my leg and walk normally like others do, liked I used to.. I see my crowd phobia losing its ground and I'll soon be the old me.. With new dreams in my eyes.. My studies, my job.. The me .. ..

P.P.S > Life looks like a bowl with three chits in it.. Past, present and future.. Every time you pick up a chit, you can’t be sure what you will be dealing with...

Related Post >> Reflection

Pets Pets Pets

By date I have adopted four dogs. I never knew I would be interested in fishes since my bro asked me to take care of his aquarium since he was leaving B’lore.

It without a doubt added smile on my face. I thought it was a lovely gift. I learnt how to clean the aquarium and what food to buy for them. Its known that watching fishes is a stress buster. ;)

I used to wake up early to feed fishes on time. Mostly I had gold fishes as but managing gold fish is not easy as they can’t stand dirty water.

After a year a friend gifted me two turtles, small ones. Yes I knew turtle is also a pet since my bro too had turtle (I think our family is a pet lovers). I kept the turtle in a big aquarium in RD’s flat as I didn’t have space in my PG. RD’s roomie, Rahul, whom I call brother, also had a turtle which was bigger in size.. I kept my two baby turtles with his big one. Later I realised the big turtle killed the smaller one and Chotu (my one and only living turtle) managed to survive. Chotu is now adopted by my friend's friend since I m not in Bangalore to take care of it but I keep updates. Chotu is very happy. He recognises his names (I never knew turtle knows their name). Through the conversation in facebook I got to know my turtle was a male. I always felt it was female. Or else I had to change the name to choti ;)

Here is a pic of Chotu.

Here are some of the comments I copied from facebook after someone tagged on chotu’s pic.

Shreya Tulsyan (Bishop Cotton School) wrote
at 5:05pm on June 3rd, 2008
awwwwwwwwwwwwww i miss my tultul.......

Deepti Majithia (India) wrote
at 5:08pm on June 3rd, 2008
wad do u mean u miss ur tultul? u jus met him yesterday..... :O

Shreya Sarawagi wrote
at 5:18pm on June 3rd, 2008
but his scratchin sounds dont disturb us anymore

Nidhi Agrawal wrote
at 5:28pm on June 3rd, 2008
wht scratching sound?????

Nidhi Agrawal wrote
at 5:29pm on June 3rd, 2008
ahh u miss chotu so much so mice to see him/her again.. hey u guys knw if its him/her??

Shreya Tulsyan (Bishop Cotton School) wrote
at 5:31pm on June 3rd, 2008
its him.....................

Shreya Tulsyan (Bishop Cotton School) wrote
at 5:32pm on June 3rd, 2008
deep.....................thoda sds haq th hai na?

Shally Sarawagi wrote
at 5:40pm on June 3rd, 2008
its a him.. we checked out his features on the net..

Shreya Sarawagi wrote
at 5:49pm on June 3rd, 2008
he used to scratch the sides of the kfc box....
always wanted 2 run

Shally Sarawagi wrote
at 5:56pm on June 3rd, 2008
we'll build him a house with a swimming pool

Swati Agarwal (India) wrote
at 6:41pm on June 3rd, 2008
i'm missin chottu a lot....though he hates me..he..he..he

Shally Sarawagi wrote
at 7:30pm on June 3rd, 2008
no he doesnt.. awww..

Matea Brucic wrote
at 3:24pm on July 27th, 2008
Awww I had once a turtle like this,but mine was a gurl... :P
I think it`s the trick with the red culur on the hed..males have them and females not...I think..


What ya say??

Childhood friendship

There are so many moments in life which we want to capture and still we don't do it and later regret. I was looking at my old pictures. My birthday party with couple of my close friends namely Gitu and Shweta. It’s so much fun to have child hood friends as later we get to talk about how we were we kids. Gitu keeps updating me with past memories, suddenly she remembers something and she tells me ... ‘Hey nidz you remember we did this and we did that when we were kids.’ I agree there are moments which when we don't remind ourselves we forget and some useless incident (not so important types) still capture our mind. Once Manali, a friend of mind told me .. ‘Remember this moment, we are sitting here on your bed, now see You'll remember this situation, someday You'll recollect. Thought it’s useless but you’ll remember.’ I’M shocked cause I still remember what was she wearing and how were be sited.

One more mystery of life added in list. With each passing days life seems to have more mysteries or let’s say that we come across one more mysteries of life.

Coming back to Gitu, she is very emotionally attached to me. Once I got angry on her for some stupid reason, later when her maid called and asked me if I fought with her cause she has been crying. As she was my immediate neighbour I immediately dropped to her place and asked her the reason for her rosy nose and tears dripped eyes. She said she thought I'll never speak to her and that she lost me forever. Aww I've never met someone so sensitive and so attached, I’m lucky to have her in my life. She fasted for my recovery also. I'm glad season of fasting is over with Dashera. Nahh I don't fast except on Krishna Janmasti.

MY ENCOUNTER WITH RJ ANJAAN

I m great fan of RJ Anjaan. Being his fan m not updated what he is up to these days. I’m not sure he still works as RJ. But he used to work for "AIR Rainbow" or "Radio One" I forgot :( but still I love ur show Anjaan.

Ya I used to listen to that station just for one hour full entertain from him when I was a college going student in Bangalore. I think he played at night between 9 to 10. He was amazing. I never knew how he looked like but once awhile I had called his show and he had called back to me to put me on air.

I saw him for the first time in a rock concert. He was wearing grey outfit and I could not hold my breath when I saw him. he rocks when he hosts any show. The rock concert was more fun cause of him.

Once I had been to club X, a disco in Bangalore which is apparently shut down. I was with my other friends Shally and RD. Shally is a great dancer. She always rocks the dance floor with her most killing and sexy moves. Our RJ Anjaan too was on the same dance floor and guess what Shally and Anjaan happen to dance together. Wow!! I didn’t meet him that night but later Shally told me that she happened to meet him... awww I missed him.

Anjaan once called us to attend his party. It was kinda boring but later he took us to the other discos in Bangalore. It was fun being with the gang. He and his some friends and me, Shally, RD etc. On the way to the disc he played my that time favourite song in his car.. Mr. Lonely from Akon. That time the song was new and happening, most played in all the stations. Throughout the way he entertained us with his humour, he is very fun loving guy.

I saw the dude again in MLTR show. He hosted the show. Anjaan is a dark guy and for the show he was dressed up in all white. In dark and cause of distance all I could see was his white suit. The screen showed his white teeth and white rolling eyes too ;)

Now he is married and happy.... I wish him all the best and would be glad to know he still works as RJ.

P.S. guess wht i was looking for Anjaan's pic in google and found he has his very own blog too :) wow..

Anjaan's link http://meanjaan.blogspot.com/

This post is inspired by Peter’s post..

**SiMpLy RoCkEd**

My school friends, Narshim and Nabin came to meet me. I met Narshim after 6 years and Nabin after I think 4 yrs. Narshim looks as he was 6 years back. No change just that he grew taller and Nabin was looking more matured for a change. We spoke a lot about our school. It was fun... felt like back to school. They teased me for my short skirt uniform. Nabin said I completely looked different but Narshim felt I was same.

Finally I manage to get the DVD of Rock on. I had asked Narshim to get it for me. After they left I informed my sister about the most awaited DVD of rock on. We settled down to watch it in our system. Sis asked bro to join for the movie but he is one of them who prefers to watch movie alone :(

Any ways we started predicting that the movie will be a mixture of Dil Chahta Hai and Jhankar Beats :) After watching the movie I felt our prediction was somewhat true.

In my wish list one (click here to view)

I had mentioned about attending a concert, after watching this movie the hunger to attend a concert is settled down to 50% :) since then I’m enjoying the songs more, may because it makes more sense now. I’m completely glued to the song but I know the weakness in me says not to listen to a song repeatedly for the reason that I get saturated very easily.

Talking about concerts I love to attend rock concert. I like the band of Christ College in Bangalore. They rock. With a tied hair, Gangi and Converse Shoes I used to be all pepped to attend any rock concert in Bangalore. More than the experienced rock band I like the fresher’s of intra college rock concert. Every one listens to the famous singers but there are few who listen to fresher’s and encourage them... Reminds me about the TV shows for Indian talent, let it be singing or dancing. There are so many of them. Especially Saturday and Sunday Sony Channel and Star TV are busy broadcasting Indian Talent.

St. Mark’s Road Barista in Bangalore is eminent for the unplugged every alternate Friday. I don’t know if they still carry on the unplug thingie. I and RD once dragged our friends Shally and Anmol to perform something. They both finally agreed to sing and play guitar. It’s amazing; so many people are blessed with wonderful talent. My sister is blessed with painting skills, my bro sketches well, plays guitar, my dad and mom sings well too. Alas I didn’t inherit any of these talents from them. But I guess I can give shapes to my thoughts which is a talent in itself. Not all has it so all you bloggers are talented as well so smile. Let’s party. Cheers!!

P.S. Listening to Sinbad, The Sailor from Rock On