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Happy Woman’s Day!!

So, it’s woman’s day.. and here I am.. This is me.. Posting about.. One of the strongest (in terms of emotions) women I know.. who inspire me..

On 23rd feb 2011, I posted.. I was the eldest daughter of my parents… I would suggest you read that one first. (The link above will redirect you there!)

All that she went through is nothing compared to the sorrows in my life.. Yet she would always be more than happy to share my problems and try to solve them… Behind her benevolent smile.. you could definitely see a shadow of the dark times she had faced.. But that could happen only if she would let you probe her eyes… and if you had the ability to dig deep.. And she would never allow me to do that!!

‘You are too young to know my reality’, she would say! (HUH!!)

So, what kept her happy 90% of the time? I asked her 2 years back, ‘How, Ma’am how.. What keeps you going through all of this?’

She asked, ‘Why do you bother?’

‘I said, ‘ISN’T IT OBVIOUS? I AM CONCERNED ABOUT YOU BECAUSE I LOVE YOU MA’AM… I CARE FOR YOU!!’ … That was it… My moment of epiphany.. She looked at me, her face flashing the same warm smile.. Reality struck me and somewhere deep inside my heart a something hit so hard, I had never felt so cold before and yet so amazed .. She was happy because even after all these years of mental torture and loss, there were people who really truly loved her.. And one of them, was me!!

She always used to say how great she felt when her children (students) touched her feet, greeted her with affection, approached her in the troubled times, thanked her after the results were out and the never-ending list of such experiences!

She tried to avoid those negative feelings which comprised more than half of her life till now, and used to cherish the love she used to receive from her students! I had never thought about this earlier. I was always like.. I knew parts of her story.. that I overheard while my mother was discussing it with my grandma! I wanted her to speak it out in front of me.. I wanted her to share it with me, like I shared everything with her!

So, one day.. I forced it out of her.. without thinking once that how distressing it might be for her.. that those memories will haunt her insides while recounting them all over again.. Wasn’t it enough that she had suffered once while living through it? Why was I so curious? Why the hell I did not think about it once!!! Well, I was in class 7th when I had asked her.. so I guess, it’s justified. 😛

Her answer as I had mentioned earlier included the following phrases:

I was the eldest daughter of my parents. I raised my younger brothers and sisters after my parents died! I could not get married because I had responsibilities.  Now, they call me up once in a blue moon,  just to check if I am still alive, or not! I met with a major accident at the age of 26 and my face was completely damaged… Before that, I used to be a beautiful woman! I helped my friend (whom I loved) marry his girlfriend after that accident. I financed some acquaintances when they needed money, they are all rich today, but they never bother to return the loans.

It had rattled my cage, when I saw her composed expressions while narrating the miserable episodes of her life back then. But today, I understand the reason behind every single reaction she gave me!

How positive a person can be..?? As positive as she is.. cause I have written it in short but, she suffered through all this for more than 25 years and still she did not lose hope… So there are no limits to optimism.!! She never went into depression because she tried to find beauty in the darkness, and she did.. She tried to enjoy every day like it’s her last.. She began teaching and it was self-satisfying to build futures. What could be better than that? She loved her students like her own children, and they loved her back.. And she knew that their love was for real and forever!! This is how she made it possible and this is how she is still able to survive!!

Once we had a bet.. she said I’ll forget her when I’ll be at the peak of my career.. and I was like that is impossible.. The bet is still on Ma’am.. I’ll never forget you and it’s only you who will be credited with my success in anything that I achieve ever!! I’ll make it sure!


Yours truly.

Pinky 🙂

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 😉

She’s gonna be a Mother now… and him.. the FATHER!!!

The blue one.. Aqua (my sister named her).. is just like her sky-bluish tone.. calm and composed (a little weird these days) but still, she made my Christmas really a merry one by laying a perfect white small oval egg 4 days ago.. and another one 2 days ago..  And oh.. by the way! The other one over there, Belly, is like a little brother to me.. I love his body colour.. Bright yellow, flamboyant like his character.. confident, exuberant and a macho.. The father!! 🙂


Until recently I had no clue about their “lovestory”.. But now that I know, I wish that they both live merrily together forever with their adorable kids!!

Rest of the story..

Like when was each of my bird adopted,

how are they all like,

how I thought each one of them was in love with some other bird :/ ,

how i thought that Jelly was attacking Aqua when they were actually mating 😛 ,

and how Aqua completely changed overnight and how possessive and protective these 2 are about the eggs!!

LATER 😉 !!!


Merry X’mas and a Happy New Year to all!! 😀


I was the eldest daughter of my parents…

I was the eldest daughter of my parents. I raised my younger brothers and sisters after my parents died! I could not get married because I had responsibilities.  Now, they call me up once in a blue moon,  just to check if I am still alive, or not! I met with a major accident at the age of 26 and my face was completely damaged… Before that, I used to be a beautiful woman! I helped my friend (whom I loved) marry his girlfriend. I financed some acquaintances when they needed money, they are all rich today, but they never bother to return the loans.

These are a few words that I clearly remember from our conversations! It rattled my cage when I saw her composed expressions while narrating the miserable episodes of her life. And there I sat, in a hope that I could personally meet all those people who betrayed her and slap each of them right in front of their kids. But more than that, I was angry with her because she let them have undue advantage of her generosity. Huh!! She laughed at my anger and brushed it off with her benevolent smile! I mean.. what the hell! I cannot swallow this! How can a person be so good at heart and lose almost everything.. parents, family, love, beauty, money… Why did she have to face all the ills that one can possibly imagine? Why? I really hated this!

I know I wrote about this blog as being filled with happiness… and till now, all I have blogged about is.. complaining about the present conditions in India, its people and the government, and then I’m writing a story with such a sad title “Hey… She used to be my best friend” and now I am writing down another sad excerpt from some forlorn figure’s life! But all I want to share is, despite of all the misfortunes, she lives happily.. she is content! Now how can that be..?? How positive a person can be..?? Are there no limits to optimism..?? How is it possible that she never felt depressed and enjoys every day like its her last?

I’ll write how she made it possible… soon! very soon! 🙂

She used to be my best friend!!

We were sitting on the edge of a very small temple, which was as pretty as picture! And she proposed me!! 😀

She: I don’t know, if it is too much that I am asking, or if it is too early.. (silence)

I: Hey.. Go on.. You can tell me whatever you feel like!

She: Would you (produces a lovely little angel showpiece) like to be my “BEST FRIEND FOREVER” ?

I: Wow.!.! (snatching the showpiece, I hug her) … of-course we are! Like forever, and ever after! Thanks..!! (Smiles, tears and silence)

I don’t remember the conversation perfectly, but that was the essence.. this was the beginning of a never-ending strong bond of friendship between the two of us! But, it isn’t the beginning of my story!

I had seen her reacting out loud and at times, over-reacting at silly things (like pigeons.. what the hell!!) a few times at our coaching. But, as I don’t believe in first impressions, I never bothered to think about what I saw! We were school mates and shared the same bus and used to go to the same coaching, so we were kind of.. hi-hello friends! Then one fine day, I saw her crying.. and I don’t know why, but, I could not stop myself from asking her what was the matter and if I could help! The matter was clearly centered around a ugly duckling, another sick schoolmate of ours, whom she thought was cheating her! I am a typical female chauvinist and I told her that I am going to talk to him and make him apologize.. and she was gratified! As she stated later that day, after proposing me, “no one ever tried to do something for me, no one ever said they would fight with someone else for me, aur wo bhi itney haq ke sath .. never!!”

So now, after accepting her proposal, we started getting along, and I can’t recall what we did with that guy. We enjoyed each others’ company a lot! Her interests were very much like me, lyrics writing, fighting for girls’ rights, reading novels, listening to music, to name a few! I started spending more time with her and the other two girls (they used to be friends at that time) which resulted in, me avoiding my coolest classmates-turned-best friends! They kept complaining and I kept avoiding them. ( I regret that part… too bad!). I lost a lot of friends meanwhile.. but they were never true friends, she was. I made a lot of new friends in the process, but they were all temporary. School students have their own political issues. We spent the best times together. We lived in the same locality, so we used to be together in bus, during school hours (recess and sports and bunks), at coaching and the rest of the time, either we used to chat on phone or else we were found hanging around at each other’s place! Later, once before the boards, we had this huge fight because of a few misunderstandings created by mutual friends and a few reasons (most of which were my mistakes) that I would not like to mention. We did not talk for  almost a month! I missed her.. I also realized meanwhile, that I had lost all my friends and I could not bank upon anyone anymore. I was shattered, unhappy, distressed.. It was the worst period of my life. I was unable to study properly (we used to study together). She was also hurt. After all, we were friends for more than a year and half, and this conflict was heart breaking. Later, two girls at my coaching whom I confided in, helped me in confessing the truth in front of her.. the truth that it was my mistake, but more than that, it was all wrangled up because of rumors.. and even more than that.. I really love her!! She agreed to be friends with me again, but on one condition….

to be continued….

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