Showers of blessings

On a bright hot sunny day, the feel of raindrops against your skin is a feeling divine. That's why when my friend told me it was raining, I came back from lunch and boy! was I sad that I missed it. But that was not to be. How could a Father see his child disappointed. The clouds soon enveloped the landscape and the drizzling began. Big heavy drops of rain.

The clouds soon enveloped...

I love the rain and the way it feels on my skin. I like to go out in the rain and just stand there and let the rain hit my face. That is what exactly I did today. The raindrops trickled down my forehead.  Ticklish, I wiped them off. I stood. Just me and the rain. The atmosphere was amazing. We spent the moment in silence. Only to be interrupted. By the pitter-patter of the raindrops.

I believe I am God's favourite child. The showers of blessings just made my day :D 

The Countdown

Another day. Another morning. When I shall drag myself to class. This ordeal shall now continue for only 4 more days till July next. Glad I am! The countdown begins.

The irony is I also want the time to stand still. I love the fun I am having. It all seems perfect. Too many nice people around. The innumerable plans. Days are falling short to execute 'em all. I wish each day was longer.

One of those time when it's hard deciding! But yes even more so, since both are equally tempting. I am falling prey to both

=P

True that...

BETTER TO WRITE FOR YOURSELF AND HAVE NO PUBLIC, THAN TO WRITE FOR THE PUBLIC AND HAVE NO SELF.

                                                                   - CYRIL CONNOLLY

I wish!

I’ve not wished in really long that I could hold back time. Right now, I really do!

My little Miss

I made a new friend today. Her name is Lakshmi. I do not know if I will see her again. But her innocence touched my heart. I was "big" for her. She was a little sceptical at first. But then I warmed up to her. We started talking. We spoke about her. Her dreams. Her friends. Her family. She did not have big dreams, she said. But her eyes gleamed. Twinkled with hope. I saw. She said she did not go to school. I asked her if she would come with me. I taught kids like her. I would teach her too. She looked at me and a little later, said no. She did not want to go to school. Her brother did. I tried to bribe her saying she’d meet more friends. Kids of her own age. She said she did not know have any friends. She did not know her age. She was smart. I realised. Her answers were quick. She ran to her mother. Came back and told me she was five years old. I was scared she might get bored and run away from me. So I clicked a picture. She shied. A little while later, her elder brother came and took her away.

I hope to meet her soon. Again.

My scrumptious lunch

Why I now need a good sleep ;)

Much love!

Home time again!

I will be home in 6 days. What can be better? :D

Take a chance

Another of those poems I started with but alas! which I never managed to finish. Now the moment has passed and it is impossible to go back in space to that time, that mood. A glaring reminder again of the transient nature of everything around.

ALONE

In the midst of a busy road I stand,
Yet not a friendly face to lend a helping hand,

My eyes wander through the crowd,
My silent tears never so loud,

Heads turned, unfriendly stares,

In my life, it was a moment so rare.

Used to attention, a hundred smiles,
Here no one cared to stop even for a while.

As I jot down these lines, it brings me back again to what I was telling my friend today. Time and tide wait for none. It will not, for me nor you. Everything is momentary. We are merely visitors passing by. At the end of our journey, there should be no disappointment. We shouldn’t regret about the things not done. Rather, cherish about the chances taken. The opportunities grabbed. I do not like the idea of “what if's …” in my life. Contemplation sucks. You cannot know what is in store for you. It is next to impossible. Therefore, take chances before it is too late for it is so much better than living in uncertainty, clueless whether it is to be or not to be!

If it has to happen, it will NOT happen unless you make it happen :)

It got me thinking

Yesterday, I sat with my friends for a good hour and a half after class. Outside the bank in the college campus. Our usual thinking spot. The mission. Each to make their respective bucket list. That was simple. At least it sounded so. It would be fun I thought. I would make a list of wild to-do’s and together, we would laugh over it. That was the idea. We would check out who has crazier ideas. In recent times, I’ve hardly looked back. Looked within. So this was going to be a great opportunity.

I had not even started when I faced a block. A kind of writers block. I was stuck at to-do no.1. I was stressed. I did not know what I wanted. What was that craving for? How would my life be more exciting? I had no answer. I kept telling myself I was happy. I was satisfied. In my mind, my inner voice echoed- Career wise, I knew what I wanted. My personal life was smooth too. I did not want anything more. I refused to jot down a list just for the heck of it. I wanted to achieve it too.

After a great ordeal and a lot of fighting within, I came up with 10 to-do’s on my list. Each set with a deadline. The most realistic bucket list ever. If that’s even called a bucket list(!) But then something happened. What happened was not planned. Something I would have never imagined on my list of things to do. It was sudden. It was sort of exciting. Though freaky at that point of time! I realised. Things turn out better when not planned. Not thought of. If I had that on my bucket list, it would be an achievement(?). A tick. But that would be it.

To add more meaning, an element of surprise is essential. That thus, got me thinking!

An advice

A few of my new-found friends will be leaving college in less than month. Needless to say, they go into bouts of sadness now and then. This is what I told one of them the other day.

"People who matter to you in the past automatically find their way into your present and future."

Therefore, relax. 

The Good-will theory

All my blog posts in recent times have been written in a hurry. That kind of explains why none of them have exceeded all but a few lines. A lot of things have kept me preoccupied of late. And am I glad that it’s all over now! A few days more to go home and I am excited like never before. This has been one hell of a semester otherwise but nothing can ever beat the “being home” feeling. Just 10 more days. :)

Looking back, in the past few months, things have turned out the way I would want them to be. I have come to believe it has something to do with the goodwill theory. As my mum used to say, your chances depends on people’s goodwill. That decides whether you cross the border between fate and luck. Fate takes you forward, but to a certain level. To cross and wander into that fort called luck, you need goodwill. 

Till now, I always stood on the border. I would barely cross it when I would trip and fall back. This time it was different. It had to be. I have people around me who wish for my good. Besides my ever-supporting family, I have friends. True ones. I have strangers who wish me luck and mean it. I have what-I-call positive vibrations. A positive energy strong enough to endure the negative vibes of the few others.

My mum’s theory, thus, proved. :)

That was not meant to be…

[A post for Three Word Wednesday after long!]

Dear Mr.

I tossed and turned in my bed last night. I blinked, hoping the image that had captured my imagination would disappear. I vividly remembered. This day, five years ago, we had promised each other to walk the journey of life together. That was not to be.

I’ve always been rebellious and stubborn. Unlike you, I’ve never been kind. A people’s person. We’ve had fights over a lot of things. Each that brought us closer. I thought we’d get over our fights always. That was not to be.

I know it had been a year since we last spoke yet you still managed to have that effect on me. My world came crashing down the day you called to say “I love her”. That occasion. Till then I had the shimmer of hope. That was not to be.

My love for you may not have been immense. I may not have done anything extraordinary. Neither I was perfect nor you, but my love for you was certainly true enough to be able to forgive you.

With all the love that was not meant to be,

Miss.

Written for Three Word Wednesday; 3ww: blink, kind, occasion

Want

It isn’t always about what is practical

Sometimes it’s more about what I want, what I dare to have

That’s the essence of what keeps me going!

Written for Three Word Wednesday; 3ww: dare, essence, practical

Self-obsession

I have found mention on many-a-blog in recent times. Yayyyyy!! :D :P

A Confession

I will make a confession today. I have been blogging for some time now. But being read by my family and friends, where my identity is revealed makes me a little conscious. I am scared of being judged. A wee bit unsure before every post I publish. Sceptical. So a few weeks back, I had started a new blog – www.thistimeitisforme.wordpress.com, where I was a just a stranger in this virtual world, penning down my personal diary, sharing all that I go through. The varied emotions I experience, how I deal with it and all that follows. So long that I’ve blogged, it’s been for someone or the other, at some level. This time it was just for me.  I didn’t intend to think twice before putting up a post. No one could see me. I could. It was a feeling, nothing short of awesomeness.

Unfamiliar with the ways of Wordpress, however, my settings weren’t secure enough and Mr. C stumbled upon my blog. I was surprised to see him added as a subscriber but I am so glad that it was him and no one else. He, being a regular user of Wordpress, knew the site better and advised me how I was shown as a visitor on all the blogs that I visited. Hence, I have now deleted that blog and decided to post all that I want HERE.

I do not care what people think. I agree it’s a little uncomfortable at times. But then, I tell myself- “I am me when I write. I have to accept myself as I am. Before people around me do.”

Speechless.

R1 : Where is Lucknow?
R2 : It is the capital of UP.
R1 : Yeah?
R2 (to me) : How ignorant can a law student be?
ME (thinks) : How ignorant an Indian can one be!

What made my day

1. "Stronger sides have weaker lawyers, weaker sides have stronger lawyers. It was proved again today."

- PK, J 

2. "Counsel, I commend your advocacy skills."

- SHAR, J and then, again by RRA, J 

3. "When I was in practice, I heard people argue like this. But since the time I have joined the academic profession, I have never heard such brilliant arguments."

-  Ms. A

The best compliments received in a long time. Made my day. Flattered I am :D 

Victory tastes sweet

To sum up the Lucknow trip :)

Photos of the day

  

The Day So Far

1. Wake up call by Vineet: "I am your escort. Would you like to have breakfast?"
2. Once I fall back to sleep again, Devansh calling: "I am your escort. Would your team-mates like to have breakfast?"
3. Finally the real escort arrives, the sixth and the final one hopefully, Arunima: "Youuuu all are my super seniorsssss! I will sit down now. I am tired." Sweet one.
4. Breakfast at CCD. An unexpected "secret" drink arrives at our table. We know who sent it anyway!
5. Registration. Parted with our baby, named Memo.
6. We finally meet lanky Vineet. Over excited hello by the fellow.
7. Lunch. Better. Rajma-Chawal.
8. On way to inaugration ceremony. Pyaar deewana hota hain, mastana hota hain greets us on the stairs. The CCD fellow and our so-many escorts sing.
9. Mr. Ram Jethmalani. Believe You Me.
10. Vineet calling: "I have come out for sometime. Should I get something from the city?"

What a stay this is turning out to be! 

Another day

For the first time in months, I have been rendered speechless. I wanted to avoid any conversation. Any. The fifth escort just called (!) :o

Goodmorning people :D

The Journey ends - 5.

When the engine finally arrived :)

The ending of a new beginning. One ends, another starts

Oh! and as I promised I did manage to get a pic of Mr. Army man before we got down. A journey. Of good company. Conversation. Tales. Amusement. Photos. Laugh. Knowledge. Food :D

My expression when I saw the escorts. :o Three guys, a Qualis with a blue light (!), louuuddddd music blaring, tinted glasses, rash driving, sudden stop at a restaurant, “madam photo lengi”  … I’m happy to be alive and blogging again!!

How can I miss the pic ‘they’ clicked after borrowing my camera. Wtf.
 
Now in the land of…… ;)

Will be back soon! Good Night.

The Journey – 4.

Engine failed. So we are stuck here and what better way to while away the time? =P

The Journey – 3.

Another day in the train!

When the sun rises outside.

We wake up inside. 

and the entertainment show begins! Finally, a pic of all the three occupants of Berth A1 (38, 39, 40), II AC together :D
Followed by a little work or atleast the effort :P

Till lunch arrives. Bon Appetit people :D

The Journey – 2.

I’ll see if I can get a pic of the uncle next to us. He has amazing stories to tell. I know quite a lot about him already, including how he got married ;). Affirms my belief of being a good conversationalist. I shall continue :)

The Journey begins - 1.

   
…and you can follow me in my journey through pictures :)

Glad to know you

Some people leave an imprint on your mind forever. I met two today. This post should have been up long time back. That Sunday at Barista. But I am glad it wasn't up then. So I can put it up now. Just before leaving. Thank you, CSD and SDS for all the help. Throughout. Without you both, we wouldn't be going tomorrow in one piece! You'll are just amazing. Not just good friends, good mentors too :)

Luck-NOW. Better be. I really need it!

Keep walking ;)

Do or Die.

I am a last-minute person. I cannot work till the moment arrives. No matter how hard I try. "Do or Die" situations bring out the best in me. 3 days to go till the 11th of February. Some time still left! I shall overcome. :D

I.

To me, I am what I think I am.

To you, I am what you think I am.

I remain the same, just the perception changes!

Dear “You”

Over the past few months, we have built a relationship, if I may so say.  Of a strange kind. A little weird. One without a name. You understand me without words being spoken. You know me; sometimes much more than the people around me do. My moods. My feelings. My views. You make me comfortable. I can express myself without being conscious. Not afraid that you’d judge me. I share with you all that I can never do with anyone else. Each word you say makes me happy in a really weird way.  You are the reason why I write.

This is for you, “all”. Each one of you. Thanks for reading my blog :)

Yours truly!

Promise

Today was the second time this year that I have been reminded by a friend that I haven’t blogged for a long time now. Apparently it leaves readers disappointed. I do not like being the reason. So I shall. more often. That’s a promise :)

As I sit down to write, there isn’t anything specific on my mind. To start off, I’d love to congratulate my friend, a new-found one (I definitely wish we had met earlier!) Mr. “Lion” Saksena for his victory. Yes! every day shall now be a party day. So many plans. All before this month ends! Another promise.

Promise. I just made a promise. Not one, but two. But aren’t promises meant to be broken? Haven’t we all at some point heard people say so? Many a time. Surprisingly today, this stirs a thought in me. I spoke to my mum some time back. A very normal conversation to start; on the events of the day, my routine…… and then, she very casually told me that I needed to open myself towards that feeling called love. I was taken aback. At the odd turn the conversation had taken all of a sudden.

I am self-centred. I agree. So do the people around. But my mom believes that it’s because I am bitter about my life. Not exactly true. Not what I’d like to believe. I am happy. I am sure. Honestly, I may not be a firm believer in love but neither am I a non-believer. I have seen happy couples. I know it is not just a fairy-tale. It exists. You just need to be lucky. Just as my mum said, “Love exists. Between me and papa.” Yes mamma, it does. It makes me feel so proud. All of it. “Your parents are the most romantic couple. We idolise them.” I have never been happier.


Promises are not always broken. When broken, it hurts. Love is a promise. You both have shown me how. Yes Ma. As always, you are right. I will keep my promises. All of them. I have learnt it from the two of you.

With all the love that I can never express in words :)

I am not the ONLY one

Most of the time, I read blogs written by people I don’t know. Many of these posts make me wonder if someone is spying on my life. It is but a ditto copy paste of my story, my thoughts, my sentiments.

Reading blogs of people with similar lives makes you feel better. You just realise you are not the only one! A comforting thought that is!

It is ME that I am searching for

A few lines I read somewhere...I found them beautiful. Let me know if you do too :)

I am a lonely path of broken dreams,

It is heaven that I am searching for.

All these stars seems dull to me,

It is the moon that I am searching for.

Happiness is so angry at me,

It is joy that I am searching for.

There is a crowd around me at all times,

It is a soul that I am searching for.

My life is like an endless road,

It is a destination that I am searching for.

Don't know what is it that I've lost,

Maybe it is me that I am searching for!

My idea of LIFE

…Colourful and bright!