The Roller Coaster Year

Well, it certainly has been a weird ride for me this year. Life does have it's ups and down but I personally think that this year the graph of my life resembles a roller coaster. A never ending one that too!

It began pretty morosely with exams as my +2 board exams were approaching. There innumerable tests, marks, depression, tears, tension, sleepless nights, anxiousness........ and the list goes on! It ended in march, thankfully! I spend the next 2 months lazing around, marveling at the beauty of lazing around. And yeah I was bough back to reality with a nasty thud holding my board marks.

The next one and a half months passed in a frenzy of getting admission in colleges And then things finally began to look up. I made new friends, started fresh, finally found a best friend and actually began to have fun.

It didn't end in a very happy note what with my best friend miles away from me and the frequently occurring nightmares about results and the beautiful exams that we gave it wasn't the best month of the year!

But looking back I must agree that the year was pretty eventful. I did loose out in quite a few things in the beginning but only to get them back in a large, improvised version!

This is Sasha signing off as the year 2010 dawns upon us!

Angry

I wish I was strong

To be confident not to go wrong

I wish I could do what I want

To get angry but I can't

You might just ask why?

And all I will say is without you I will die

You are the core of my life

Regarding you I love creating a hype

There are times when you go wrong

And I loose you in the throng

There are times when I get hurt

And I end up facing the dirt

Right then I do get angry

And don't want to budge not even with a sorry

But the moment I hear your voice

Or your sms which blocks out all the noise

My anger does melt away

Completely out of the driveway

hen you try to make it up to me

It makes it more special for me

Your efforts speaks a lot

And I am caught

In the web of your love

Just imagine your nerve

I would love getting angry with you

If you are always there at the end holding my hand too!

Castles In Air

I went to City Centre today to get tickets for "Paa". After that while roaming around I came across "Swirls". The huge ice-cream sign just outside kept on beckoning me inside. Yeah you guessed it right. Am not allowed to have ice-creams. With a heavy heart I went inside and to my immense surprise I saw a guy about my age working out there.

The guy must be working part-time as he looked pretty young. That meant he was earning money. I began day dreaming that I was working in "Pizza-Hut" with an added advantage to smell the aroma of fresh pizza everyday. That would also mean that I wouldn't have to worry about my pocket money anymore.

I reached home and the first thing that I hear is that my brother, freshly out of college, who is working as a trainee in Nasik just received his first salary which amounts to around some 2 figure grands. My daydreaming etched up a notch higher and I began to plan out what stuffs I would buy if I got a chance of earning money.

Gathering all the courage that I had I went up to my dad and in a shaky voice told him, "Dad, I want to do a part time job." My dad didn't even other to frame a complete grammatically correct sentence. ONe glowering look from him and I withered away!

Alas! My castles which I had build on air came crushing sorry crashing down on me. Moral of the story:-Before building castles in air make sure you got the right amount of cash. Otherwise it might just tumble down!

Why?

Why do we fight?

Because in the end you make up by giving a hug tight!

Why do we argue?

Because I want to hear your point of view too!

Why like crazy do we laugh?

Because when we are angry we don't walk away in a huff!

Why do we cry?

Because in the end it's you who will wipe them dry!

Why do we get hurt?

Because I do love you even though your replies may be curt!

Why do we feel sad?

Because without you by my side the world looks pretty bad!

Why do we love each other?

Because as long as you are there nothing is a bother!

Why am I writing this poem?

Because when you will read it you will get a new reason to smile again!

Talk About A Blind Date!

Okay, I went to CCD today to buy myself a pastry. A treat for finally surviving and completing my math pass paper. Out there I "incidentally" happened to eavesdrop on a couple out on a blind date:-

Girl: So, Amit what type of gari do you like?

Amit: Thelegari

Girl: Oh! Hehehe you have a nice sense of humor hehehe...

Amit:(seriously) I am not joking.

Girl: Oh! Um if I may ask why do you like it?

Amit: No, you may not ask.

Girl: Oh! Hehehehehehe you so funny gawd!

Amit: The name is Amit. A for Amit.

Girl: Yeah I mean that's what i meant hehehehehehe you are making my sides ache hehehehehe

Amit: Excuse me! Please don't say such obscene stuff. I didn't even touch you.

Girl: Hehehehehehehehe you naughty boy!

Amit: What a remark is this?

Girl: Hehehehehehehe oh! Excuse me. A call.

(Girl goes outside to take a call)

Amit:(over the phone to somebody) I don't like her. Period. She herself rejected her application for marriage. Over and out.

I ran for shelter as soon as i heard the last words. And I burst out laughing. Well, I really pity the unknown for getting the cold shoulder from the guy. But I also pity the guy for having to endure her intolerable giggles!

Contempleting On Life

For the past two years my life has been like a roller coaster, with many more downs than ups. It has kind of made me wiser um that's my guess and no comments about that please. These experiences have taught me how to take everything in my stride.

And unfortunately they made me feel like a wise old owl (like the ones in children's books). Though its a debatable topic as to whether the owl is really wise or not as it has never seen the daylight. As tempting it may sound I will not go into that.

But ever since I have joined college I realized "Hey! Am just a novice in this big, wide world!" Few samples only for you (WARNING:-Don't fall off your chair in shock guys!) I cannot cross roads. It is a impossible task for me. I get paralyzed in fear. I went out to carve a niche for myself but looking back I think I am going to soon book a "carved" gravestone for myself while crossing roads.

And my temper. I have got a really bad one. It's like sand. More tightly I try to hold it, it's slips from my fingers. It was my guess that spending 14 years in a girl's school would have help to curb it (talk about girl-bonding) but of course I was proved wrong. And guess what? Am losing it pretty often.

I have lost out on a lot of friends. It used to make me sad thinking about it. But I guess it's a part and parcel of life and "the show must go on". One day or the other I would have grown out of it. That is the only positive which kept me going in my dark, bleakly days.

But through all of this all I got at the dusk of these two years is a hand. A hand which is as steady as a rock when my hand trembles, a hand which has infinite patience, a hand which is always there to support me, which is warm on those cold nights, and soft during those difficult mornings. It is that hand which shows me the right way of life. In a nutshell that hand belongs to my god!

Smile

There is something about the way you smile

Makes my heart want to race an extra mile!

I see your eyes as you turn to look at me

Giving that dazzling smile which makes me go weak in the knee

You look around, maybe, tired of this regular phenomenon

And seek some other new-found attention

Girls with sleek blonde hair may mob around you

Hiding your face from my view

Unable to see you I dejectedly turn around

Wondering where on earth we had gone wrong

Reminiscing the time when we used to walk arm-in-arm

And now so close yet so far apart!

There was a time when your eyes begged me to look at you

And now all you say is " I don't care about you, dude!"

That smile once, always belonged to me

But no longer am I the queen bee!

"I just don't love you anymore!"

That's all you said before walking out of the door

Leaving me in pieces behind

You never turned around leaving wounds unkind

Now as I lie back on bed thinking

"How could I be such a fool" and crying

But the moment that smile surfaces in my mind

All doubts are removed and heave a long sigh

You may not love me anymore but I still do

I wish we could be together like we used to.

I may have only hurt and tears from you

But to see that smile I can turn the world around too!

My Tears

When you see the tears in my eyes know that am not crying. My tears signifies my life and not my grief. The first one that falls is silent like my love and says "i love you". The second one falls for a long time. It shows the depth of my love for you. The third one is pretty viscous. It signifies that no matter how many fights we have I will still love you. The fourth one sparkles. It shows the happy times that we have spent together. The fifth one? Its dark! Reflects the unhappy and sad times that we endured together. The sixth one falls following a different path. it shows the changes that we have bought in each other's life. The last two tears which runs down my cheeks resemble the way I will always remain by your side holding your hand and making you see the brighter side of life!

Frustrated

There was a time when I was really small and used to awed by the power of maths. Now, well, I do awed i.e., my mouth opens up but not due to wonder but due a huge yawn. Yeah you got it right! my life sucks right now. And the reason? I have been studying maths continuously for the past one week. I have been eating maths, drinking maths, sleeping maths.......... well, um maybe that's an exaggeration but it's something along that line.

Right now am steadily searching for that one person whose brainchild it was to make people study maths. i mean if they wanted to drive us crazy why didn't they device another method. Any method must be better than this one am so damn sure. Right now I cant even think straight. Sample this I was out on the road plainly for a walk. A car whizzed past me and it's number caught my eyes 2371. Immediately my brain began churning out images of its possible permutations and combinations!

That is when I decided That i had had enough! I am not doing maths anymore even if it costs me anything! That is when my mom began brandishing my class 12 internal tests marks under my nose (yeah ok I had flunked!). With a huge I again buried my head amongst the pile of books. To sum it all up I am frustrated with life right. Moral of the story: If asked in any interview or in a form in future about my current status Instead of writing married or unmarried am going to pen down "frustrated". Trust me it will help you bag the highest paying job!

10 ways to injure yourself

As far as my memory goes I always had a balancing problem. That's actually a civil of saying "I can't walk straight for 5 minutes without tripping". Whenever am out with my friends they are always wary of when they might just suddenly find me dive to the ground. Um uh not for cover but um as a resultant position of "tripping". So taking their suggestions in my mind and their inspiration in my heart I have finally decided to list 10 very simple ways of getting injured. The perfect guide. Here goes:-

1. Walk around the table or your bed jutting out your knees when you round the corner. There will be a time when you will actually get bruised.
2. Try and open the cap of a medicine bottle with your mouth even though you could have used your hands. Don't panic if you end up losing a tooth. You actually ended up getting injured!
3. To make yourself feel important load your backpack with bricks.... um no, bad idea...... load them with a couple of heavy books and a couple of filled bottles and walk around for five minutes. Tip: Injury to be felt the next day!
4. Try to close the door of you car on your hand. Don't panic if you bleed.... That's a real deep injury man! (See! you will learn fast!) But yeah do panic if it results in a dent in your car!
5. Drink at least 50 ml of soft drinks topping it with huge chunks of junk food. Injury type: Puking. To see whether you are really injured check out the color of your puke.... If it's yellow then it's a great injury, if it's white then it's pretty sad man!
6. When you are walking on the pavement pretend that you are blind. There will surely be such a manhole which will easily help your ankle to swell!
7. Try to lift a bucket full of water with one hand until you hear a "crick". If you trace to your back then BINGO!
8. While stapling pages together surreptitiously place your finger between the pages and bring down the stapler hard. If it bounces back then ...... MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!
9. While climbing down the stairs wear slippery slippers and skip the last 4 steps. The resultant color of the bruises are pretty interesting to watch....
10. Last but not the least drop a heavy filled up bottle of water on your leg slyly. You might get to miss work for a day or two!!!!!

********"All these stunts were performed by trained stuntmen (i.e., me). Please don't try it at home (specially if you don't want your mom to chase you with a broom). The company (i.e., me again) bears no responsibility if the results don't match with the ones given above."********

Protective Mom

My cousin brother was a complete geek. He earned himself a job as soon as he passed college in a high position in a bank. Everything was going smooth and everybody was happy until he was posted in Chennai. Period.

Well I was sitting at home after my class 10 board exams when (according my brother) I got this very exciting offer! To visit him in Chennai! Wow! It was soooo........... boring! anyway as i had a choice! I went to chennai in the smoldering heat and used to spend the days trying to understand the gibberish the people around me jabbered.

Understanding at last my brother took me to this shopping mall. Home at last!!!! It had AC in it. a very important thing which the apartment of my brother lacked! And of which I was in dire need. My brother wandered off to but some essentials while I was just roaming around the mall endlessly! Suddenly a giggle made me turn around.

It was small kid aged 5 or 6 looking up at me with his huge innocent, blue eyes! He had a had a head full of golden curls, dangling every time he turned his face. His skin was the whitest of white, a hint of pink in his cheeks and ruby red lips! And the smile! It was dazzling! If i was of that age I would have surely fallen for the cute kid.

The kid walked towards me gingerly and kept on smiling at me. Unable to control myself any longer I grabbed hold of the kid's cheeks and pulled them hard. The next moment I knew was that I was being grabbed by my arm and turned around and 2 huge, tight slaps planted themselves neatly across my cheeks.

With my cheeks stinging I looked up to face this woman who lashing out with abuses at me in some god forsaken language while carrying the cute kid in her. I blinked to steady myself and the next moment the lady was gone. Bewildered by the strange behavior I looked towards heaven when I caught a sign above me "Beware of kidnappers".

Looking around with the corner of eyes to avoid any familiar faces I slowly sauntered away from that place pretending I-don't-know-what-just-happened-here-I-was-s0-not-present! Moral of the story: Never pull a foreign kids cheeks. If you do so there is no guarantee of your health. Conditions apply.

Mistakes

How many times in life have we all wished direly that we could rewind to the past and change certain things? A little nudge here, a little push there and our life would have been perfect. Guilt free. No mistakes.

Mistakes. We have all have committed them once in a while. Some huge, some not so huge and some humongous. And it is our mistakes that we always try to cover up. Learn our lessons from them or ignore them. By the time we reach our prime we generally tend to forget most of them. But there is one mistake that I made quite young. And no matter how long I live and how many times I repent it, I can never forgive myself for it.

I was 16 years old, young, jubilant and arrogant at the world. But this incident mellowed me down. I was visiting a temple with my parents. The way to the temple was quite tiring as we had to climb some 150 odd stairs to reach the main gate. (Right now I am not even trying to think about the temple inside the main gate.) I was energetic and raring to beat my parents to the task. And as is generally the case I climbed as fast as I could and Before I was halfway I became tired. I sat down on the stairs to take rest. I spotted my parents slowly approaching me.

It was then that a young guy walked past me. My mother spotted him and waved him over. Next when i turned my head to look at my parents I saw my mom using sign language to speak to that guy. I laughed out loud uproariously thinking that my mom's hindi had once again failed her. The three of them turned to look at me and the guy was looking at me with extremely sad eyes. The next moment I was being hauled to my feet by my angry dad and the words I heard next changed my life forever...... "That poor guy is deaf and dumb. He can't speak or her anything. Your mom was using sign language to ask him how far is the temple. And you have the audacity to sit here and laugh at him?"

I was rooted to the spot. Words failed me. When I turned around the guy was long gone. As I sit here and write this all I yearn is the forgiveness of the poor guy in whose eyes am still a heartless girl. I can never forget this mistake nor the look in that guy's eyes!

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Life sure is strange

It's a multitude of colors exposed over a vast range.

It has ups and downs

It is also colorful and entertaining as a clown.

It is life that has given me strength to say

"Hey! Am blogging! What do you have to say?"

So come one come all

Hold me up when I fall

Am a novice in this area

So help me not to make this a failure!