Echo-nomics...

Dada! Ek cup coffee, samosa hai ? Yaar.. ghar chalo! I am dead tired, priyanka picked her cup of coffee, dada account mein likh lena, we walked towards the gate. It was 7:30 in the evening, was damn late and terribly tired too.

Days when getting back home seems bliss.. entering into your dis-organized room suddenly makes everything appear so organized in your life, wish all the mothers in the world could understand that we relate well and our mind only respond to the mess in our rooms. It feels so much like us, when we sit on the bunch of piled up clothes on the bed as it reminds us what we wore yesterday, so we don’t repeat that, or that kurkure packet on the table next to my bed reminds me of my new year resolution ‘say no to junk’ while i gulp few bites from that pack, realizing its two days old, phew! (So, i’m actually sticking to my resolution, i didn’t touch the pack for two days, or may else I was busy exploring other snacks) who knows!

It tells me, I’m some phoenix, who dies everyday in this college and gets up again from slumber the next morning.

Did you do the research? Sir, seems angry, he needs it on his table by 10 am.. you already half-an-hour late dear. Priyanka is the college reporter by choice and my friend by fate, running a news service which tells you all the news which you never dread to hear again. Priyanka, tell me, Is the world going to crash because of global warming or Why did India lose match last night? Oh! They were not in form, so am i girl.. good morning, (update someone else) I have to go.

The day just doesn’t end here infact it gives you a picture-perfect view of how tomorrow’s day going to be like. (I imagine myself standing in Mr. Bhatt’s room explaining which natural calamity repelled me from submitting my research file to him).

This, gives me another reason to leave early from college and bunk classes as I have to look for reasons about my invisible research file to Mr. bhatt, huh! I am busy, yet so free to call up my friend and discuss about new movies to be watched after I get free from Mr. Bhatt’s two-minutes lecture (Smriti you are not allowed to attend my next two classes) in his huge room which can easily accommodate 5-7 people but, given to one. ( Are homeless people listening, sue him, or at least put a PIL demanding what does he even do in there for 12 hours everyday. Can’t he put it on rent for the rest of the hours and make some money and help the poor economy, proving a point of being an economic teacher). J

Keep Your Last Try as Your Ever Best! :)

I have always believed in trying everything (which i want) till its last bit. So, that i never get up one-day and say to myself, "wish would have tried a little more and alas! it would have been mine and only mine".

But, most of the times it never pays, in my case, it just never does! but, still i never budge to try, try and try.. why, can't it be just like that i left something in mid-way and expect some miracle to happen and solve all my problems and then can just vanish away when everything becomes alright. 

Or why can't i become some different person, who is just so careless to care about anything happening around. Why i always take the plunge to sort out things when i know the more i look for something, the more it eludes, leaving me asking more of it. 

Why can't i just sit back for a while and let the things take its course, why can't we just be mere spectator of our own lives. Why, i always take control of actions and become de-illusioned when actions start taking control of me!

This certainly gives me happiness that i don't have any guilt, which breeds in me day-by-day to tell me that you din't try and left all to someone else, who never knew what you want and did what you never wanted.

Still, i look back and see that somethings never change, somethings are best when left unexplained. Because, their answer lessens the charm of their pursue! 

Flowering Fool !!!!

Ain't this silly that you are going to meet a guy living downstairs to you as an other girl whom he doesn't know but is definitely eager to know. Otherwise, who would be a fool to drive 2 hours to meet a girl whom he has seen many a times roaming around in piglet night suits without offering a second look. 

Hey! hi.. what's up? umm.. nothing much just liking the greens. You tell me? well was busy all day just got time, so thought a little to catch up with you. Just a little, i asserted.. hmm. No, actually, a little more than a little! :) So, when are we meeting? tomorrow?? are you sure? Yes. cool. bye. click.

Voice can do wonders and in a guy's case it's the only thing which does wonders. After all how many times, you have heard someone saying i like the voice, i like the variation and i like, how the things are presented to me in honey coated waves, And, then it doesn't matter what you are being served. Because, you are too busy in figuring out the beautiful girl behind the 'Let-me-take-you-to-heaven and drop-you-on-earth' as soon as she hangs up!

For this girl long walks on mall road can never be this much fun when she knows that she is going to meet her ground floor neighbour crush in a successful disguised belief of his that the girl with whom he has been talking for long is different from the girl who is a midnight roamer of piglet night suits, on whom he never tried to hold his glance only to recognise her and say voila! you are the same girl whom i met !

Winter Rain :)

Yeah.. yeah.. of course i'll do it. don't you worry Manisha. (talking to friends and discussing work on a Sunday evening can be bugging at times, in my case it's always!)

Hey, hold on for a sec, what's wrong Smriti, you are not listening to what I'm saying, I am being serious, I need the article by night. It's raining Manisha.. I can hear the drizzling noise, Smriti I gotta go. Bye. Mail article by 9. Yeah bye. Click.

Isn't it beautiful when you say something and it happens or you just said it when it was happening. It's evening partial dark sky with overcast effect. One look out of the window and you are bound to fall in love with the weather.

Coming mom! yeah i'll just taste it, I am not much in a mood to eat. I get into my room to check out of the window till the time chai and pakoras are served (all those who are going wow, should check out the recipe with maa, she is an amazing cook).

I just ask from myself, has things have always been easy, or they just pretend as cakewalk until you walk into them only to realize that it's a feet hurting stone walk. Why someone walks out without any explanation only to welcome someone whom you never thought would be with you.

Why we never wish for any change when we know that the only one thing which is constant in this ever-changing world is 'change'. To search for answers I look out beyond my vision and I see something, what is it ?? what ???

A cup of ever refreshing tea :-) I guess I found my answer. One should be addicted to life to find these answers!!

Hello :)

Hello all,

I must admit i feel great. I have always considered bloggers and writers upmarket unreachable bunch of intellectuals, but as now i fall into this category, they might become doubtful of that tag.. :)

Well my tryst with blogging, so far so good. From creating a name to a title and then finally reaching you to everybody, i like it :)

I am not much of a writer though would like to hear i am a great writer or maybe a superb writer, but just trying to be modest and down-to-earth by saying that "Oh! that was just one piece of creation".

Really don't know who will read it, who all will drop by here and devote their precious time to go through all this.

But, i know one thing that i'll be writing here and will be writing often.

Will be back soon. Cheers!