I Tried and It Worked!!

I felt so vulnerable..
But, thought I'll be able..
To speak what's in my mind..
So, over the beverage..
I gathered all my courage..

I told him what I think..
In an eye's blink..
He was patient and kind..
He kept his point of view..
I sensed a deja vu!!

I had seen this now and then..
In my dreams, but when..
It's really happening this time..
I felt a rush of joy..
I'm free now, Oh boy!!!

I tried and it worked..
It worked because I tried..
And all this while..
I thought it will never happen..
But now I know, I was mistaken!!

P.S.

When I said, I’ll try, I was pretty nervous.. But, now that I’ve tried, and it has really worked.. I want you all to know that even if you do not know the story, you should know its moral. 😛

Moral of the story: Do not quit without trying for a while! 🙂

In Memory Of “Lemo”

She’s angry because she had to bathe

My first bird friend..

A lovely parakeet...

As 'big' as my hand..

With feathers that were green...

And markings that were black..

She was so charming...

Great time we had..

Was used to hand-feeding...

That little young maid..

At times she was a darling...

Her mandible I would pat..

And sometimes so annoying...

She would turn away her back!!!

But, one day she was lying...

Outside in her cage..

When came an old flying...

Another feathered friend..

With a murderous frenzy...

Oh Lemo!! You misread..

The next scene is appalling...

I dare not envisage!!

Oh!!! I'm still missing...

My first bird friend..!!

Aqua and Lemo were adopted together

  I wish you could live longer..

But my wish can not come true..

I hope you get God's blessing..

My prayers are still with you!!

She is still angry about it 😛

From A Child

May be some day the parent’s will realise…
That when we fall, we learn to rise.. all by ourselves..
But moreover.. We, the childeren need to learn..
How to convince them.. without hurting them..
I really loved your poem nikki!! 🙂

Potpourri...

When I was born, you named me,

You decided good and bad for me…

When I grew up a bit,

You handed me a do’s n dont’s list…

I thought whatever you say is right,

and followed, with all my might…

But then, you thought you can control me,

and  whatever i dreamt of was vague to thee…

I tried explaining what i want,

You ignored and continued to daunt…

You think you knew the best for me,

But I feel you never understood me…

When I was persistent and tried to highlight my view,

You said I was manner less and not respecting you…

If that is what you think, then so be it,

and let my life be the way I want it…!

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I’ll Try..

The only time I feel frustrated and helpless is when people, who are close to me (my family, my friends) do not get my drift. I’m going through the same right now. Every single nerve and muscle of my body, especially my brain.. is shouting at the top of its voice..

“I want you to understand what I am thinking right now..” 

 The only problem is I am not able to explain exactly what I am thinking right now. Now, this should not be a problem with a person who wants to become a famous writer/novelist/lyricist one day. But, it is! And this is because I don’t want to speak my brain out and yet want the listener to understand what it is thinking, on their own. Here, I am assuming that this person has a wonderful observation power and a keen intellect.

Another major reason for this is that my friends understand me so well. They just look into my eyes and get the point. or read my expressions and body language.. and at times the unintelligible words that i mumble impatiently!!

And today, I need the strength to speak it out, explain it to that person, whom I really want to get the picture clearly now. God bless me!!

Happy Birthday!!

Today is my blog’s birthday :), and my best friend’s as well.. He was a “good friend” last year… but now he’s the best.. irreplaceable.. most amazing, a total sweetheart.. here’s the birthday surprise for you..

“Birthday Boy and Me”

Happy Birth Day to....
my guide, my friend!!
All the time that..
Together we spend..
Be it live, or on chat..
Becomes a memory to....
Cherish afterwards!!
I might not be able..
to remember the words..
but feelings my friend, are unforgettable!!

EASY 

HAPPY

SPECIAL

EXCEPTIONAL

HONEST

EXUBERANT

LOVED

PROTECTED

COMFORTABLE

AMICABLE
All I have to do....

When I'm sad or upset..
Is to call you up..
And You take my fret..
You cheer me up!!
"I'm there for you!!"..
Is all you say..
And I don't know how..
It makes my day..
Even till now..
I wasn't failed by you
In three long years..
Not once, all along..
You have given me tears!!
So here's the song..

Happy Birthday To You

(repeat, in tune)

Happy Birthday To You

Happy Birthday Dear M.S. (:P)

Happy Birthday To You!!

M.S., P.S., S.M.

P.S.

Did not want to irritate you like I did, but my poem was not finished..

I hope you really like it, and one day you will have learnt it, by heart..

Lots and lots of love and best wishes!!

“Full On Masti :)”

I’m insane today :P

Had this funny little chat with one of my favorite buddies after a fit of pique.. Felt like sharing!!

me: I’ll start a story, you continue.

abi: Nice 😀

me: It should be a funny one.

abi: Hey! That is cool. 😀

me: Then, I’ll publish it on my blog, if its good enough. Let us see how creative you are!!

abi: Woaah, so it has to be decent.

me: I’m starting now..

Its 3am, and we hear a distant noise.. someone is honking a horn… this late!!

Next we hear the gravels are being displaced on the rusty road.. and the sound of a motor..

abi: It’s a van, that is coming closer towards us, as we stare into the blinding headlights, hoping to get a lift at this time on the lonely highway. The van slows down near us but doesn’t stop. We almost got a lift [Yaieee!!! Saviour :)]

(me: it’s not a horror story)

abi: hahha 😀

Well, thanks to you for being so ugly, we could not get a lift! 😡

The guy was probably spotting the girl standing next to me. Arghh!!! Irritating 😛

me: Yeah… not the guy.. your reaction! It was so immature of you. I’m not even your girlfriend in the story. 😡

Now I thought to myself, why did that guy not kidnap me?

abi: I already told you, YOU ARE UGLY. He got scared!!

me: And then my wish comes true with a truck that came 10 minutes after the van had gone. This guy looks pretty dangerous. He applies the brake as you asked for lift. You jump in and now it’s my turn. But hey!! I was the one who wanted to be kidnapped. Yet, he chooses to drive away without me. He drives for approximately 200m and stops with a sudden jerk. I have a gut feeling, that his intentions are not good. So, I start running towards the truck with all my energy.

abi: God. That is why the road still has potholes!!!

me: Oh sh**… The truck driver is gay!!!!

abi: Nice sh**!!

me: He’s trying to molest you.. OMG!!

abi: Even better

me: I climb into the driver’s area from the other end.

abi: Then you save me?

me: I start searching for something in my bag frantically.

abi: To save me?

me: I take out a pepper spray, look at it in utter disgust (I am allergic to pepper) and throw it away.. Then, I take out my knife, look at it impatiently and throw it away as well.. Aha!! Finally, to my amusement and pleasure, I found what I wanted… my handy cam.. I turn on the camera and request the truck driver for action replay!

hows that?

😉

abi: That was predictable!

Now when that truck guy comes, he doesn’t stop as well. He goes.

Me: Oye, now that is boring!

abi: Then a cyclist comes.. Even he doesn’t stop! He goes.

me: But, we run after him, attack him!!

abi: Aahh!! There u go, again!

me: We tie him to a rope and the other end of the rope with the cycle. Now, I ask u to sit. You try to sit on the cyclist’s seat and I slap you hard in the face and ask you to shift ahead.

abi: ah

me: Yer shocked but, you follow my orders. (I see some sense in you for the first time)

abi: Again, predictable!!!

me: Now m riding d cycle.. Yoohooo.. Now, if that was predictable, Guess the speed?

But, remember.. Yer sitting at the front and we are dragging the cyclist

abi: Yeah! Pretty good story. Must be a 100 miles an hour, looking at you!

me: Your turn.

abi: Well!! I’ll start from scratch.

me: Nooooooooo!!!! Its d same story.

abi: Great then!

me: You are being molested by the truck driver.. Tell me how do you feel?

abi: That is just great.. Its ecstatic!!

me: Ohh really?

abi: Oh! I am feeling great. 🙂

me: I’m definitely gonna publish it! Definitely!!

abi: I dunno how I got into it!!

me: And now… The next thing that truck driver realizes is, that he is being physically abused.. by you.

abi: Oh great!!

me: This is fun. We should do this more often!

abi: I didn’t know when that happened as well.

me: I like it!! 😀

abi: Yeah I’m sure.

me: haha 😛

abi: Anyways, its 3:15am in the story.

(My good wait.. My great friend is imagining me getting raped-molested by a truck driver while I am looking for a ride like a non-perverted normal person)

me: What The …

abi: lol

me: You better continue..

abi: That is what u get for imagining sh** 🙂

me: But it was funny! 😉

abi: Well now there is this car which finally stops near us. As we look to thank the driver, we see that the car is actually empty!! How was it driving itself? :O

me: It’s not a horror story. Now, reality strikes my mind.. It is Harry Potter in his invisibility cloak in Mr. Weasley‘s car, who is driving the car.

abi: Suddenly it becomes rainy and stormy and we have no other option. We are forced to sit in the car

me: because you were wearing white and we could not stand there as white goes transparent when it rains!

abi: ..but I’m driving it now, or so I thought!!

abi: Aahh.. well that’s a problem for girls ! not guys

me: Its my story as well. Don’t try 2 act bossy

abi: In fact, I have seen guys wear the strangest sh** these days!! Like torn stuff..

me: Are you gay or what? Noticing guys and all?

abi: Well.. girls don’t wear anything these days.. so if I have to see clothes, I look at guys.. lol!

me: If girls don’t wear anything, why do you even bother to have a look at the clothes?

abi: There you go, again!!

me: You are definitely gay.. I’m 100% sure now!

me: Anyways, let us finish the story. You think you are driving herby, but you are not because its Harry!

abi: Yeah easy.. I drop you home!

me: What next?

abi: lol.. The End!!

me: Harry drops me home and you go on with the car, as he gets down with me!

abi: Yeah! I get to keep the car 😉

me: And I get to keep Harry. Now you just don’t need to know what happened next. Happy ending 🙂

abi: Yeah really 😛 I got a new car 😀

me: And the moral of the story is… beware of truck drivers Abi! 😉

abi: moral of the story is… when Priyanka is in bad mood, she can actually start speaking any sh** 😛  ! lol 😉

Some To Think About

I completely agree.. Never ever give false impressions to young children, because we are actually distorting the shape of their future.. Young guys must be taught to respect girls from the beginning and young girls must be taught the difference between display of affection and physical abuse!! (This behavior might even lead us to a society that is free of crimes through which girls are abused). Please do not mind the foul language! Hats off to the writer of http://viewsfromthecouch.com/

Views from the Couch

On a somewhat serious note today because of a conversation the other day:

I am sure every girl can recall, at least once as a child,  coming home and telling their parents, uncle, aunt or grandparent about a boy who had pulled her hair, hit her, teased her, pushed her or committed some other playground crime.  I will bet money that most of those, if not all, will tell you that they were told “Oh, that just means he likes you”.  I never really thought much about it before having a daughter of my own.  I find it appalling that this line of bullshit is still being fed to young children.  Look, if you want to tell your child that being verbally and/or physically abused is an acceptable sign of affection, i urge you to rethink your parenting strategy.  If you try and feed MY daughter that crap, you better…

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Xpressions 2012

ABOUT THE EVENT

Xpressions is a 4 day college fest organized by the students of IIPS – DAVV annually. When I joined IIPS, I came to know that it is the only department in DAVV university that runs 7 programs (as mentioned on the website), including MBA, B.Com, MCA and M.Tech. Xpressions is one event in which all the students enrolled for the different courses come together to take part as teams and opponents. Each team is composed of 16 members from UG and PG technical n managerial courses and 5 official supporters (and a few unofficial as well). The team members are from technical and managerial courses so that they can compete efficiently in the fusion of more than 25 techno-management events. Two theme days are conducted before the event starts. The theme could be anything like Gender Switch (guys have to dress up as girls and vice-versa), Animals, Cartoon Characters, Retro Theme, from Stone-age to Modern Age, etc. During these two days, each of the teams introduce themselves to the faculty, organizing committee, other competing teams and the rest of the students. This is the time when the event is launched, when the teams play skit, dance insanely on dhol, promote their teams. They also have to compete in various prelims conducted by the various pavilions of OC. Those teams that clear these rounds, qualify for the final events.

One of the teams

Organizing Committee

There are 5 Pavilions in the OC namely, Finance, Informal, Technical, Bazaar (meaning market) and HR (human resources). These consist of students in a flat structure, where they together create challenges that are to be thrown at the participating teams.

OC also comprises of the Creative Group, the Disciplinary Committee and the Anchors. The creative group completely changes the look of IIPS campus for these 4 days (for the good of course, by decorating our campus). The disciplinary committee is responsible for maintaining the decorum of the event and have the authority top deduct points from any team that does not comply with the rules, regulations and norms. The anchors host the all the final events and I am one of them this year.

A little too excited, nervous and yet confident… because all the people out there are a part of my family.. the IIPS family… and I am gonna rock it!!!

To All The Bird Lovers

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings

A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.

____By Maya Angelou

A humble request to all the bird lovers out there.

Please.. Train your pet birds, allow them to come out of their cage.. Do not keep them inside their cage always. Love your birds and let them be free!!!

Destiny is not yet decided!!!

I’m not sure how destiny works… But, what I do believe is that, our decisions build our future… Dance if you want to, sing if you like to, write if you think you can.. Not because others think you should, not because others think you can.. As it is YOU who will have to live with that choice of becoming a dancer, singer or a writer forever..

What makes me write all this? I am an MBA aspirant and I have been doing my research from a year and a half. I always knew that I can not work under someone for long. I always wanted to employ others, bring a change, & become a writer (3 of my most ‘I really truly want this to happen’ kind of desires).

So first, I thought about how could I achieve all this? The best answer was: Learn management –> Become a business-woman–> Employ others –> Continue writing side by side –> Bring about that “change” with the help of both, management and writing skills!! {What kind of “change” am I going on about? It’s the Indian education system and the future of India. (More about it, later in some random post.)}

Now that I was clear about doing an MBA or else, PGDM (doesn’t really make much difference to me), I had to consider about all the entrance exams that I could appear for.. [Each selection I made, led me to another set of choices.] Then I had to choose among the various coaching classes available.. After which, I had to explore my options for the trainings that I could undergo.. Later, it was about which stream should I specialize in.. And now, that the results are out for various exams (and some are still highly awaited), I’m wondering which college will accept my score, and where should I apply. All of this was not very easy, because all these preferences are going to shape up my future. The number factors that I did consider before shortlisting a few b-schools were many, some of which are:

• Where is the college situated?
• Will I be able to afford the fee, will I get a loan sanctioned?
• Does my choice of stream matches with that university’s flagship program?
• What is the structure of course curriculum?
• How strong and proficient the faculty is?
• What is the culture of that college? Does it reflects within my personality?
• What all companies come for placements and what profiles do the offer?
• What has been the average CTC (for freshers in my case) in the past few years?
• What kind of industrial exposure is provided in the campus?

And many other factors like do my parents know about this b-school, will they let me go? What kind of alumni base does that b-school have? What is their selection criteria? Will I be eligible for the college of my choice? If eligible, will I be able to crack the selection process? Tons and tons of such questions have been swarming in my mind from past few months and this is what made me think about all of this through a more practical yet, philosophical approach. One has to live with their decisions forever, one must be wise while taking one!!

It could be decision regarding whom do you choose to sit with in your primary class? (That person might end up being your best friend for the years to come!!!)

It could be the train you take to travel across your city/country? (That train might be the one which a terrorist group choose to attack the same day!!!)

It could be the subject you take up in your senior school. (Now, this will not only decide your fate, but also that of your family, your nation!!)

It could be the choice of watching some random movie. (It might change your character as a person, if it’s some epic movie like Invictus!!!)

It could be a restaurant you pick for a date, or an outfit you wear for an interview… Just go with your heart, do your research whenever required and once decided, then let it flow… Things will fall into place with their own pace. You will make mistakes, learn from them, mend your ways and move on. And over the years you will realize that what destiny did, was nothing more than showing you the outcome of your choices!!!