He and She

In life's crossroads, they met. They became friends. Then more than friends. They shared. They cared. They laughed. They cried. All together. He was her world. She was his world. They were young then.

But was this enough? They were stark contrasts. She was all that he was not. He was all that she was not. Different likes. Dislikes. Interests. Their choices were different. Both of them did not like to compromise. They never had. So far. This was the only thing in common.

They grew up. He wanted a happy future. Where they were together, there was love. He dreamt of life in a far-away island. That was enough to secure him. She wanted a secure future. Money, job and all those other things that come with it. That would make her happy.

There was a clash of ideas. Of what they wanted. Dreamt. Aspired for. Would happiness assure a secure future? Or was security enough for a happy future? They did not have one answer; but two. Choices were made again. But different.

They overcame their differences to love each other, to dream of a life together. But that one thing in common came put them apart. Shattered their hopes of a future together. Of life together.

They parted their ways to live their dreams. They are trying to. He found love. She is successful today. Sometimes they both look back. They smile. They remember. They think. Maybe they were just not meant to be together.

A day in my life

Today was another of those random days. In the name of updating my blog, I am sharing it with you. :)


1. I woke up in the morning. Drove 15 kms. I was good at it. I appreciate myself.
2. Pinki's back. I had momos. With that amazing chutney. They are the best in the world.
3. Awesome weather. It's been raining. And for a change, there's no water-logging.
4. I met Risha. She is one of my best friends.
5. I went to the Staff College Campus. The place I lived for 5 years. This is how it looks. On a Rainy Day.

6. I got my learner's license. Now I am a part of the driving club. I can legally drive. Yayyyy!
7. I got to learn something about a certain someone which gives me the third reason on my list of Why I hate that person. I love that feeling.
8. I had mango shake TWICE in the day. If you live with my mother, you'll know why I am putting this down.
9. Rest of the day, either I watched TV or I was online.
10. Now it is 8pm and I'm going to sleep. Early.


Good Night!

A painting on the wall

You meet different people in your walk of life. What if you have to meet someone you detest/dislike/hate? You know a conversation with that person might just lead to further arguments. What would you do? Would you walk out on that person? Would you try being sweet?

Or would you do what I usually do - treat that person as another painting on the wall?

This is what I can see right now

After a few spells of rain, this how my street looks like--

Sad but true!

Yesterday, I was here

Barapani, Meghalaya

Fluffy clouds, enchanting hills, winding roads, the broad country side.

Thank you, Meghna

I was just going through old notes and this is what I came across. A poem written for me. Nobody's ever written one and it was the sweetest thing anyone could have ever done. Here, I quote (in italics) --



to the person concerned...by Meghna Chaudhury (notes) Monday, 14 September 2009 at 22:26



"sad woman. take it slow cus things will be all so fine.
you and i need just a lil' patience :)"- gn'r

i know,youve been hurt. and its not a minor scratch that i can put a quickie bandage on.
or soothe you with sweet words and a tight hug.
you and only you.know the pain that is coursing through you.
the numbness, the constant feeling of heavy heartedness.
of seeking reasons.
to forgive.
to let go.
of the constant questions in your head.
and you have no answers.


you are tired of the fakeness you have been force to put.
tired of being strong.
tired of those days when you say: "yes im over".
jubliant
and then you are back to it.
back to finding reasons,excuses.
back to concoting one plausible story.
which your heart will probably belive,.

baby gurl.
its ok.
cry when you want to.
scream if you have to.
we still love you!!
we want you to be "you"!
stop trying so hard to be strong.
it is sometimes ok.
to let the feelings flow.


you are amazing, your an angel.
you are my lile piece of star.
you shine so bright!
and if you havent yet realised tihis,
its so a pity.

you are the prefect exampe of what a beautiful woman should be.

i love you,

nd you will do well.
muaahh!

I love you too, Meghna. You made my day (yet again)!

What is Love?

Different people define love differently. True it is difficult to explain. It's a feeling you can't even describe! This is my favourite quote on love. I love the way it's captured the feeling ~

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."
-- St. Augustine

I just felt like sharing it with you!

I got that feeling today

You know there are times when you just feel like writing. Something. Anything. I have that feeling today. And I am struggling with it. I have been trying to write, written and torn it up. That's been the story for the past five hours now. (O yes! you do need to give credit to my patience and determination here)


I woke up in the morning. I have been up since 0400 hours. If you're wondering why(?), well, I am learning to drive. Yes FINALLY. It's been 7 days now. My ABC co-ordination has improved. I have control over the steering. I can drive. On empty roads. Where all that I come across are monkeys and dogs (!). And I do not mean it metaphorically. Literally. It's true. They come out of nowhere and they all manage to find my car. Funny. Esha and Niha have it lucky. I wonder how. This week my instuctor's going to take me to busier roads. Anyhow I am happy. I am finally learning what I always wanted to. To drive.

I feel independent. Confident. In charge/control of things. That is the effect the driver's seat has upon me. I sometimes wish the car was my life. I have grown up all my life hearing my mum say: "You are in the driver's seat. You have control over you own life". Now I know what she means. I got that feeling today.

I am what you made me yesterday

"Time goes by so fast, people go in and out of your life. You must never miss the opportunity to tell these people how much they mean to you." - Author Unknown

I came across this quote and boy! I don't know if I was looking for it or not. I just felt that it was meant for me. In this busy rush of life, there have been times when I so wanted to tell a person something but for whatever reason, did not manage to. Or rather did not choose to. So I am going to start a new label 'Memories' where I will try to pen down those treasured moments. Whatever may be the situation today, whether we talk everyday, often, sometimes, rarely or never, YOU did play an important role someday, at some point of time. And I want to Thank YOU for being a part of my memories.

#1-

There are many memories that you hold close to your heart. Of the times gone by, of the moments spent with a loved one, of fun and frolic, of the laughter shared. There are times when recalling your past becomes a pleasure, thanks to these memories!

On a hot gloomy Sunday, having nothing to do, bored and frustrated, I tried to keep myself busy. I surfed through TV channels, read a book, talked on the phone. Nothing was soothing enough. I sat alone. I wondered. I decided to walk down memory lane. I went through slam books, white school-shirts filled with coloured ink, tiny scribbled messages, a few caricatures, photographs, ... and it felt like I had just opened the floodgates of memory. It trigerred in me a rush of nostalgia. And it took me back 16 years ago when I had first joined my paradise on earth. My school. My home. For the next 10 and a half years. HOLY CHILD.

That place has given me memories like no other. But even today, the first thing that flashes through my mind when I think of it. My first memory. Of five 5-year old school girls, water-bottles around the neck, bags on the back, in the grey and white uniform, walking towards the school gate. Everyday. Together. That was our strenghth. Colonel Koka gave us this name and we proudly called ourselves the NARTH group as we marched on.

To all those who are wondering where that name came from, I will break it up for you-
N- Nandini
A- Aditi
R- Raya
T- Tanaya
H- Hansika

We were all different from each other. We had different interests. Different likes. Different dislikes. Maybe what bound us together was the Carpool. There are many incidents I vaguely remember but if I start jotting them down today, maybe it will take forever. Maybe I will keep it for another time. All that I can say is. They still do manage to bring a smile across my face. They were definitely one of my best memories.

Today, we have all grown up. We are in different cities. We all have our new set of friends. But for me, YOU all will remain my first friends. YOU taught me the meaning of a friend. In the innocence of my childhood. My childhood friends.

PS. Thank you Papa, Suresh Uncle, Colonel Koka, Naba Uncle and Satyajeet Uncle.

We take pride in calling ourselves MAD

Two years back, I came across this wonderful organisation and ever since then, it has become a part of me. My life. I have made some of my best friends there. Have had some of my most memorable moments as a part of it. The whole experience has been priceless. A journey of discovery. Realisation. And a lot more.

MAD is not just an organisation. It is a network. Of friends. Of family. The big MAD family. And I proud to be a part of it.

MAD a.k.a. 'Make a Difference' is an organisation of young people working amongst orphans and other underpriveleged kids to provide them with quality education so that one day it shall empower them to stand on their own feet and when the time comes fly away. We try not to grill into their heads the tedious school syllabus but instead prepare them face life better by improving their communication skills, computer skills and their overall personality. We have an active placements program that runs side by side to keep the children aware of their career options and keep them motivated to study harder.

Make a Difference was started in Cochin in the year 2006 by a group of 6 college students and now is spreading its wings all over the nation. At present, MAD establishments are in Bangalore, Chennai, Cochin, Delhi, Hyderabad, Mangalore, Mumbai, Nagpur, Pune and Trivandrum. Primarily comprising of students and young professionals, our vision is "To bridge the inequality in society through education". We strive to ensure that the underprivileged children are brought into the main stream so they can choose their careers based on their potential and interests and not their financial constraints.

For more on MAD, visit us at http://www.makeadiff.in/ and go through the blog as the volunteers share their experiences!

Note

Okay. The last post was written long back. But then I've been really busy. With internships et al. In Bombay. And hence that period of lull. Now I am back and I am free. So there will be lot more posts. Infact there are many saved drafts in my dashboard. I will complete them soon. My friends, a lot of reading coming your way :)