Thursday, December 20, 2012

I am angry. Yes, and I write this in anger. And I write it since I can’t keep this anger inside me anymore.

Dear Rapist

Oh, I’m sorry.

Bastard Rapist.

Again, I’m at fault, being polite to you. A rapist doesn’t deserve respect of the society, let alone my apology. Bashing away with the greetings for the bastard, let me continue, this letter is addressed to you, you bloody fucker. I’m amused by the mind that you are in possession of, and I wonder how is it different from mine. I fail to understand what carries that wolf in and in what context makes you wish to feed it? Why do you fail to understand time and again, that you live in a society. Man is a social animal. And why do you have to time and again prove that man really is a social animal? I fail to understand.

And it’s true cowardice as to the manners in which you conduct your heinous tasks, howsoever pleasure you may find in it, howsoever satiation of your manhood occurs in it. I feel my insides burn up whenever I come to face with your activities daily. You seem to metamorphose and multiply faster than the common cold, mushrooming in areas all around and I hear it only from certain parts of India when it is glamorized by the media-tors. They sell your crime and you fools think it as an achievement to watch the four bearings of your activities screened continuously on the bright box in your dark room. I am angered, by them, and I’m angry on you.

But, wait, you can stay assured, while you carry on your hobby of raping the helpless, single woman in a gang, in the drug, or alone, your daughters, sisters, mothers, girlfriends and wives won’t be touched. 
No one would touch them, cause they are not you.They won’t touch them, because you have been assigned by the heavens, the wonderful task of raping, which makes me wonder, would you still laugh, doing this, in a state of mis-knowledge, to your own mother, sister, daughter, in a state of mis-knowledge, would you still laugh while abusing them doing the horrible task, the most destructive form of violence without arms witnessed by man. Would you still laugh? Kya tab hasi aayegi tujhe?

You Assholes, are also brothers, husbands and fathers to someone in this world, inspite of that how can you not realize the pain of a rape victim, you push them out of this world and take away all their happiness from their lives. Make their lives miserable. Do you think our society have same attitude towards the victims? They have to battle with society and again with your brutal breed. All these dark things haunt the victim. 

You perverted man ,will ever your ego realize how much you have hurt others. How could you think something like this was okay to do to someone? 
I think you don’t have a conscious. How could someone with a conscious do this to innocent girls?! You are also a selfish shit. You just care for yourself. You have never treated other person as a human it was just an “object”, an object of joy 

Bloody rapists realize that “Rape is not Sex” .If you can’t afford sex and cannot control yourself better “DIE” rather behaving like brutal bastards and filling darkness in someone’s life. 

And, that was all I had to tell you, my anger expressed in words. It might not have hit you right now, but, when my anger surpasses you in your virality, I’m sure, they’ll all ensure that you tremor even at the thought of your expertise.
I hope one day you will meet a strong and smart girl who will hurt you the same way you did to all, and waiting for that one day you will be in prison or hanged in the public. 
I pray god that you will suffer 100 times more than the victims and bear the guilt for whatever you have done 
Maybe you'll get more girls if you weren't, you know, A RAPIST.

Take care. You’ll need it soon.

The breed you fucked 

P.S: i am sorry for using abusive words, but i believe they deserve them

Sunday, October 14, 2012

It’s been a month since I haven’t posted anything on my blog although I felt like doing it  so many times. However, I just can’t x-out the snoozy part in me .Yesterday i had a long chat with my dear friend and that very conversation made me to write this big FAT  post.So here i go...

There are two types of young  women. One, those who are enlisted on any or all of the various matrimony sites or Two, those who rebelled against it or are the fruits of the lions who rebel against it when it was their time. My friend believed herself to be the fruit of one such loin until she was proved wrong by being colorfully displayed as a ‘Simple, caring, traditional girl’ on a presumed to be a top notch matrimonial site. 
Like her I am about to enter a tragic phase of life. The phase which every person, be it man or woman cannot escape. The phase in your life which your parents have been waiting for ‘Like a Boss’. If you are an Indian, your life cycle has been genetically designed to endure the pain of arranged marriages, unless off course you create an outburst in your family and zip them up. This generally results in dramatic tears, exchange of chilli paste coated words and in the worst case scenario, disowning the offspring. 

I was born on 28th april 1991 at 6:10 am in a place called Udhampur in J&K and before my first birthday on 28th april 1992, my  Kundli was custom made by an astrologer who claimed that he was King Aurangzeb’s favourite general Mr. Mir Jumla in his previous birth :P
Just a few more months and i would step out of my student life and then I would be "The Ripe Mango" which my granny thinks should be sold fast. Everything that glitters is not gold and since it is the most essential item in any wedding, sometimes more important than the bride itself, the gold accumulation had started the moment I got out of school and into the my engineering college. 

Fortunate I am that my parents did not hitch me up while I am still in college.But its not the case with many of my friends.Many of them have their parents doing arrange marriage "tandav" on their head and i am pretty sure the moment I will be done with my college life, my mom who believes in pandits would  approach an assumed to be famous astrologer who would sleepily ask for my birth date, place and time. He would  then make some geometric designs on a piece of paper and write  utter gibberish and finally  come up with  a prediction that i  should be ruining somebody’s life by 25. :P 

BUT me....i am never going to surrender my wishes.Sacrifice is not the word for me. C'mon i am a fruit of that  lion who rebelled  against this arrange marriage shit.

Arranged marriage is like a menu card.

1. Caste-Subcaste 1, 1.1, 1.2...., Subcaste 2,
2. Dowry-Lakhs or crores. Anything less, its a road-side eatery
3. Things that come free with dowry-car, gold etc etc etc.....
its a one time opportunity for the guy's family. Its the culmination of the family's efforts to get a degree and a green card tagged to the guy. Probably India is the only place where we find a third source of capital- equity, debt and dowry. 
4. Assets-no pun intended ;) for god's sake...remember, the parents are reading the menu...
5. Color of skin- Dark(mentioned as wheatish), Fair, Very Fair
6. Education
The funny part of an arranged marriage is the afford-ability or freedom to choose from the menu. So surely its an advantage for the guys!! You get most of the things you want!!!

Does it end here? not have permutations and combinations of stars and planets that must match. I swear I will murder the next guy who discovers another planet in our solar system. We have enough to confuse us.

the most funny thing about this whole never ending crap is after shortlisting a few candidates based on the menu criteria comes the doom day..the actual meeting

After the usual "Namastes-jees" and "Beta idhar aake bethos" the BIG moment arrives. The bride-to-be-or-not- to-be arrives all decked out in the finest silk sari that her mom could borrow from the neighbors. Tea set in hand (which, of course, belongs to Mrs. Merateasetlelo(take-my-tea-set) down the street) she walks towards the groom-to-be-or-not-to-be a little hesitatingly. Her parents look at her adoringly forgetting for that instant all the hassles they had to go through to get her to agree to see this highly recommended catch. She peeks at the guy and almost faints!  

Bride-to-be-or-not-to-be: (Ewwwww! how can i spend the rest of my life with *this champu*!?) Hello (to the guy)Namastejee (to the ma and pa)
Groom-to-be-or-not-to-be: (*Drool*drool*drool* Hmmm...I wonder if my drool is very obvious? Maybe I should wipe it off...?) Namaste (to the girl). 
Guy's Dad: (Hmmm..I wonder if Mr. Ladki ka baap knows anyone in the Ministry..) Namaste beti (to the daughter). 
Guy's Mom: (Did I just see her stoop to the left a little when she walked...?) Beti mere paas aake baitho. 
Gal's Dad: (Hmmm..I wonder if Drool's-Dad knows anyone in the Industry..) Beti chai idhar rakh do. 
Gal's Mom: (God, I hope she doesn't drop the tea pot all over him... )

after all the drama and a few baseless chit chats the crucial point  approaches. A decision is made about the future course of action and whether these two lonely hearts will be united or an attempt at doing so .And this results in a senario somewhat like this

I might have an easy time understanding the concept behind rocket science .However the whole idea of  an ‘arranged’ marriage is beyond my scope.Chat mangni pat bhya..
The way marriages get ‘arranged’ superceeds the futility of love at first sight type-a deal...
A quality relationship deserves quality time to grow than rush in to idiotic societal pressures and the myth of marriageable age.What the heck is this marriageable age?We are shouldering professional responsibities but how emotionally matured are we to get into an alliance and stay committed for a lifetime.Its a big decision and not something that can be rush in a matter of eight screwy…Togetherness is fantastic and wonderful.Do we plan our careers in haste?
Then why such a haste with regard to marriage?

p.s wrote in hurry..excuse me for  the errors if any :)

Saturday, September 15, 2012

There are some days when .....

the alarm goes off and, instinctively, i hit snooze. Few more minutes of my time are not going to make a difference in my lecturer's life, is it? He can wait, I need my beauty sleep.

After snoozing it for about 4 times I wake up with a weight crushing my chest.The weight of still being Jobless.My hair refuses to behave and a large, red zit makes itself comfortable on my nose.Damn! not another crush! *sigh*

I brush my teeth and my half closed eyes catch sight of the price on the paste carton. WHAT?! My mind awakens instantly, HE CHARGED ME THREE WHOLE RUPEES OVER THE MRP?! How dare he, I’m never shopping there again. And then I feel a lapse inside myself as I think whatever, it’s just three rupees, what value does it have these days, anyway. Plus, the shop is so convenient….

As I make the coffee, I throw the banana peel into dustbin…. Cursing it when it miss it by a few inches.

 The toast gets burnt and the coffee burns my tongue.

I smell the fresh newsprint, like I always do, and sip the bitter brew while scanning the headlines.The advertisement on the side catches my eye. “NEW FOR OLD OFFER”. My thoughts wander…. maybe I should exchange my old laptop and the mixer for that new Inspiron I saw the other day… So sleek, so cool it was… Maybe…

I  head out, I’m already late.

I drop the phone on the staircase and it bursts into three separate pieces, the battery goes flying right down to the last step. After I reach downstairs,I realise that i left my room unlocked and the keys are still sitting daintily on my slider . 

Rushing hastily to my class i find the door locked.I nervously knock the door.I enter the classroom packed with students staring at  me as if i had asked them for a piece of property from their will :P 
The things go worse as the day passes by.i head home sadder but none the more wiser.One last sigh, one last prayer... Please let tomorrow be better. 

some days......

Miracles happen.Some days you get compliment from the most jealous mate.You get a note of appreciation from the most criticizing teacher.

You discover clarity of international calls on Skype.You suddenly get a job and you are no more considered unemployed.
You get bundles of greetings adorning your Facebook wall .And you finally give to see a glow of pride on your parents face.
 You go to sleep with a grin that refuses to be wiped off and a prayer... Please let everyday be exactly like this one.You once again begin to love your life.And your faith strengthens in sayings like after every storm, there comes clear open skies...

Moral of the day-You never know what tomorrow has in store for you so  keep living!Remember that in the midst of everything YOU have the choice of where your attention is placed and focused - so choose JOY!

PS: i thank all those who prayed for me with a true heart.I got the job because of your wishes(although i may not join it.But the burden is off *sigh* )

a big treat awaits you all :) :) :)

Wednesday, August 29, 2012


Yes i am still breathing.I know i am not doing justice to this space.It has almost been a month since i showed up but what to do.My final year of engineering has already started  and believe me it is not what i had been waiting for so long.Nightmare is the word for it.

Ever had to battle with the crowd of noises in your head all at once? All these voices seem to get louder the closer you get to graduation; as you are about to face the big bad world of bills, rents and student loan repayments.

This is the way I  feel  at this point when  I have received more rejection letters than I would like to think.I mean there was a point when i thought that once i got into an engineering college no force in the universe  could stop me to get my dream job.But no.Reality is very harsh man!

The icing on the cake is that you are in the same graduate boxing ring with hundreds of other graduates and post-graduates applying for the same job/position, trying to meet deadlines and catching those early applications and at the same time proving you are worth taking the risk on. All of the pressures combined makes for a battle ground of thoughts, choices and many ‘I don’t cares’. *sigh*

coming onto the other issue that is chafing  me now a days :

 I have been putting on weight and when I say it, I mean it. I am dead sure that the world is conspiring against me because I suspect that even drinking water is making me grow in degrees. Fine!! I have been hogging a lot and I blame it on the stale hostel food (read crap). I cannot forbid my mind from being fickle and I cannot make myself diet. I am not the kind who screams on seeing flab maybe because i have got well versed with its existence! I tell you something and i am telling you this after decades of experience. Ok! Not decade but years. Being fat or chubby isn’t all that bad. Offcourse you curse the mirror in the trial room, make yourself believe that it’s the cloth that has shrunk and even start wearing black to camouflage, but still.

But  the real man goes for heart.Not the bones.Bones are liked by dogs.(this is the only sentence that keeps my spirit high) :P and anyways my boyfriend loves me the way i am :) :)

Just came across a new definition of Calories

Whom am I kidding??!! If any of you actually fell for the above boyfriend wala  imprudent reason or the definition above, I am deeply sorry to burst your bubble. There is nothing good about being fat, and I should beat the Lazy demon within me black and blue and put on those dusty pink nike  running shoes. Procrastination is still running circles in my head!!!

PS pray for me that i get the bestest job which gives me bundles of notes.You will surely get a big treat then :)

Sunday, July 22, 2012


Hey all.

Especially the male folks out here(although it doesn't mean the females are not allowed to read it ).This post is totally dedicated to you all.So kindly spare few minutes from you busy schedule and go through this small letter which I had always wanted to write for a very long time but never got the needed kick to type this down.

Since I am a girl and that too a college bunking one, I have a number of issues with you which I would like to bring to your kind notice. I know you will just laugh it off and if you do, I wouldn’t blame you because a majority of you are pathetically perverted like that. I would like to ask the beer loving soul of yours certain questions which have kept me perturbed for long.

Some genuine queries-

# There is something called Getting Bored. Just like the others of my gender and species, I too have Boobs and an ass to follow. I know you spend a lot of time browsing through images of topless and butt showing females online, but what I don’t understand is how you get amused by the so called melons rather than the face of even a properly draped woman?

# Some of your gang members smirk at me every time I walk down the streets sipping on my favourite ice candy. How can you possibly stoop low enough to think so perverted? A Lollipop wouldn’t be named that way if I were to chew it like a toffee. Things have got so out of hand that I think twice before ordering a Cornetto when your fellow beings are around. You can’t possibly expect me to bite the ice-cream off. Can you?

# You crave for a woman who is modern in a slutty way, outgoing enough to be mistaken as a whore. You forsake the innocent soul for the provocative body cover. But when it comes to settling down, you prefer the homely, traditional woman who is skilled in the culinary arts, ignoring the true bitch residing in her. Why so?

# You expect us to be understanding and listen to your irrational babbles when you return home drunk and callous. We too expect you to tolerate us when we are fighting our PMS every month. Quotes like “Never believe anything which bleeds for five days and still doesn’t die”  are just not cool for us to laugh at. We are made that way. What is so gross about that?

# Loosing your virginity is like a milestone achievement for you and the more women you have slept with, the more ‘THE MAN’ you are among your groupies. It’s definitely not the same for us here, atleast in India. But how can you possibly expect your wife to be a virgin when you aren’t? Many husbands might be cursing you for taking their wives virginity. Why don’t you look at it that way?

#WHY are you people so desperate and always give that exhausted SIGH whenever i pass by you.Is it something to do with the breathing?Why my boy why?Why do you sing those down market songs when i pass by?

If you really  have that singing sensation in you why don't you use your unexplored talent in one of those talent hunts? you would be better appreciated there.

I can go on and on and this letter can get as intolerable as Aishwarya Rai’s giggles. If you do not think that this letter applies to you, I request you to ignore the content and pass it on to the guy sitting next to you. Maybe he might relate to this.


The Girl you whistled at yesterday evening.

Friday, June 15, 2012

When I was 7 most of my friends stopped believing in magic. That's when I first started. They were beautiful, they were happy. They didn't even need any money, they had magic cards.Yes they were many of those beautiful  girls who spent most of their time in the shopping stores.

You know that thing when you see someone cute and he smiles and your heart kind of goes like warm butter sliding down hot toast? Well that's what it's like when I see a store. Only it's better.these stores are absolutly hard to ignore.

When I shop, the world gets better, and the world is better, but then it's not, and I need to do it again.I can do affordable fashion. I mean, I know where all the sales are. N i really dont care if i have some of my bills pending as one of my friend rightly says " if the American economy can be billions in debt and still survive, so can you."

A man will never love you or treat you as well as a store. If a man doesn't fit, you can't exchange him seven days later for a gorgeous cashmere sweater. And a store always smells good. A store can awaken a lust for things you never even knew you needed. And when your fingers first grasp those shiny, new bags... oh yes... oh yes.


Monday, June 04, 2012

The other day i was watching "The Pursuit of Happyness" a story of a struggling salesman who takes custody of his son as he's poised to begin a life-changing professional i was watching this inspiring movie i realised that although money makes the world go round but still it cant buy the real real i mean the one dat makes you happy from the heart .
happiness is the result of all the right wheels turning at just the right time.
 You’re walking down the street, find 500 bucks, get a compliment from a stranger, meet the perfect guy or girl (and don’t totally make a fool of yourself), go to ur favorite store and get 50% off, etc., etc.sometimes a dinner at five star doesnot give u happiness which u find at a dhaba on the street side offering the finger licking food

Happiness is a choice.that's right a choice.Not an accident,not a charitable gift from the need to dig it out of every situation no matter how worse it is.
happiness is about choosing to see the adventure in every moment, choosing to understand that there will always be a light after the dark, that there is always good in every situation and every person, no matter how grim things may seem.


Happiness is going against everyone by  taking part in an adventure sport with ur life at stake and then having that never ending glow on ur face

Happiness is sitting on a park bench facing the calm river with your lover by your side and the birds making the atmosphere all the more musical and romantic with their melodious chirp with the sun peeping thorough the shady tree

Happiness is when you have your own private serenaders singing outside your window for your birthday. :) And your family coming overseas to see you.  <3

Happiness is summer classes with awesome people and doing what you love :)

Happiness is eagerly waiting for the summers just for the sake of that fleshy stone fruit "mango" and eating it till the 'gutlee' (seed) turns white

Happiness is hearing from an old friend after years and reviving the old memories

and the list is endless

When we choose to be happy, things tend to work in our favor, and luck seems to be on our side

PS Be happy by default as you are miserable by your own fault

Friday, June 01, 2012

Today I woke up to a wonderful surprise-This little blog of mine has 100+ followers  I remember getting excited when I made it to double digits, and now I'm into triple, yay!
Today I have officially hit 100+ Google Connect followers! Time to celebrate!

I have met new friends and mentors along the way and I love communicating with you all via the comments section and emails,  I am very grateful and feel blessed to have such wonderful readers :)
words cant express  the awesomeness of  all  you lovely individuals . It seems like just yesterday that I was deciding what to do for my 50 follower giveaway, and now here i am having double of that! I just want to thank each and every one of you for supporting my blog. It really does mean a lot....

thanku all for being my family far away from my own family...
cheers! you all keep me going :)

free vodka for all :)

Friday, May 25, 2012

Update? eh I’m fine. learning to live alone again. and that’s fine.  When you’re happy in your head then you’re happy in your life, and I’m finally figuring out many things that I love, that I’ve learned, and that I have gained.  Like, It’s not scary to walk alone at night if you know the way, and have the “don’t fuck with me” on face  when a creepy guy passes you, whose probably drunk. I’ve begun to notice the things that bug me, and the things that used to but don’t anymore.  For a while I felt as if I’ve been cold, but it’s only because I’ve been living in my head for a while.  I’ve noticed that I have neglected people who I truly care about, such as my family and old friends.  I’ve noticed that my heart isn’t as big as it used to be, and that saddens me, but it also makes me think. “why spend so much time worrying about people who shouldn’t be the biggest issues in your life?"
 and that how i have a thousand enemies and haters, but then have that one friend, who is worth those thousands.
life is like a seesaw, you got to balance it right, or else you will end up crashing down :)


Wednesday, May 09, 2012

I miss hugs
I miss warm hugs
I miss the ones that make you feel all fuzzy inside
I miss the ones that make you feel so happy that you could just stand there forever
I miss selfless ones, where someone is just hugging you for you with no other intentions but to hug you.
I miss hugs that are given by my mom and my dad that just feel like home, like when you were a kid and their arms were the only thing that fixed all the scrapes and boo boos
I miss hugs from long lost friends
I miss hugs from past lovers and the feeling you get when you know that they don’t want to leave you for far off places.
I even miss those awkward hugs that people go for because they thought you intended a hug instead of a hand shake.
I miss hugs,  nowadays I don’t get enough. :/

Thursday, April 26, 2012






Imagine no chocolate cake.

 Hershey's kisses and their chocolate spa probably would not be invented. What about chocolate ice cream, chocolate chips?
But what would the world be like if chocolate was never invented? What would Valentine's day be like? No brownies or chocolate cake or chocolate chip cookies. Delicious chocolate truffles, mousse and trifles…poof…gone! No more chocolate covered popcorn, nuts and pretzels. Or maybe they would be covered in white chocolate. And of course the marriage of coffee and chocolate is legendary.
Maybe the word itself would not even exist.  So all the colors and shades of chocolate that have become popular today would not exist. The removal of that one word and food would have a big impact on our existence. Think about all the shades of chocolate brown.
Imagine life without chocolate.


i was reading Time magzine where it said that beef farming is destroying thousands of acers of rain forests every single day..yeah,just like you,at first i didnt really care but then i read further on in that article and i was so shocked !

you know what is in that rain forest? the CACAO tree.the cacao tree where chocolate comes from.
all these greedy corporate motherf****** are threatning my chocolate supplies :( :( :O
i dont want to live in the world without chocolate
somebody please stop the madness :(

Monday, April 16, 2012

~Eccentric ex-teen

~eternal optimist and hopeless romantic.

~I like to be known as the person who - 'spreads happiness' :)

~khaana-loving,gaali-giving jammu girl                                      

~love me

~pamper me

~ envied

~wishes to tame a crocodile

~"earphones"-one of my body organs now

~push doors instead of pulling

~feel fat on occasions

~quite paradoxical


~a budding engineer

~i believe.i let belief creep under my skin.

~i dont fake a smily.

~i spend money on wrong things

~i'm responsibly irresponsible..but thats ok..i'm learning

~emotional to the core

~in love

~i'm awesomest(nah,dont google it.i coined it)

~my funda of life : load lene ka nai,dene ka !

~i'm the dragon in the skin of a goat

~i speak,i talk,i jabber a string of uncontrollable words that might or might not make sense
and with what i narrate,i can make u cry,i can make u laugh

~i want to sing like the birds sing,not worrying about who hears or what they think

~And I like Butterscotch and chocolate slightly more than normal people do.

~I like running up 'down escalators' and running down 'up escalators'.


~A COMPLETE GIRL ruled by her passion for art. She decides what she DESERVES. She deserves what she DECIDES.

~Smile is my makeup & Attitude is my Jwellery!


~I M living my life like the ending is approaching

Sunday, April 15, 2012

time has passed since u left but yet it seems like you're still a part of me.I still long for you sometimes and miss you and wish you were here with me all this time.
you were always there for me,a pillow to cry on,someone to share good and sad times.
I miss the way you use to be my alarm clock
i use to hate it but now that you're gone, i wish i could do anything to have you back as my alarm clock.
I miss the way how I use to laugh at you being the biggest Ah Long ever.
when you left,
it was as if my whole world collapsed.
i was numb and sick
i didnt know how i could continue without you.
years have passed and your belongings still remain untouched its as if or as though no one wants to move it because deep inside i miss you still.I miss you deeply but I will always have a part
of you in me.So as you laying in your grave I hope that what is said in the book "Heaven Is So Real"

that you will be at the fields in Heaven where no form of pain or suffering exist.

 i do miss you alot.
i wish you were here right now

you're irreplacable.

:( :( :(

Saturday, April 14, 2012

this song truly suits my condition :/

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Hey everyone.

Sorry my posts have been far and few in the last couple of days. It has been pretty busy here and I haven't had a chance to sit down really! But now I do, so here's my little update :)
This is what my life's like :-/

exams have  been stealing my words for the past weeks and restricted me from speaking out to you all.i know i am not doing justice with this space :/

Yes I am still alive :)

 The morning frenzy is back! The shrill alarm and its constant snoozing, the hurried showers, the rushed makeup, and the general anxiety of making it on time are all back, because I'm back to the process of becoming an engineer !!! Yes, after three months of long,luxurious leisure, I'm back to real life.

Somebody destroy all those alarm clocks please!

the only thing i am enjoying these days is the Beautiful April Rain.There's thunder too.Best of all is the amazing breeze that it brings along, pushing its way through my thick curtains to cool my cheeks that have heated up from the heavy doze of exams. I'm so glad.i am falling in love with the rains yet again 
The soft showers, the cold breeze and the tingling music of the droplets coupled with the enchanting chirp of the birds would want nothing but your lover beside you.oh god! i have become romantically challenged

 High heels are out. I’m wearing flats these days.

found the secret to happiness:

 Write down all the great things about everyone you know. Make a huge list of all the wonderful things about you. Compliment people wherever you go. Praise every single thing you see. Be a ray of sunshine to everyone you meet, and make their day better for having seen you. Say "Thank you" at every turn. Walk, talk, think, and breathe appreciation and gratitude.

The Secret :)

So there's a little update! I hope you've all had some good news recently. If you have, let me know! I feel there's a positivity in the air at the moment and I'm really loving how so many people seem to be doing well, getting promotions, getting engaged or married etc. What a lovely month april has been turning  out to be :)

p.s - i am turning 21 on 28 of this month :)

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

looked in the mirror this morning, didn't like what i saw.i am growing FAT.this has become a serious issue now.i am hating myself.i am feeling scared of facing the mirror :( thinking of going on a crash diet.will feed on fruits for the going and coming  week.
i wanna say bye bye fat and greet the gorgeous body.but this is not that simple.

yesterday i had blood in my vomit.did the same this morning.i dont know whats happening.why the hell am i vomiting blood ?so damn i dying ? 
no no no.i dont wanna die.still have long way to go.still have millions of  unfulfilled wishes....

* finish college and become a graduate 

* attend university 

* see the glow of pride on my parent's face (will surely love to replace this image with mine )

* get a job

* gift this car to my parents on their wedding day

* marry my love

* spend life in my dream house with my love 

* own a pug

*tame a crocodile

* visit paris and shop till my wallet's empty

* go scuba diving and explore the vastness of the sea

*see for myself that the earth is round

*experience weightlessness

* go sky diving 

* bungee jumping 

*participate in the La Tomatina festival in Bunol, Spain

* get arrested :P

* go on a hot air balloon ride K

* sleep under the stars

* kiss in the rain 

*take vodka shots and forget the world

* go on a honemoon to city of love - Venice

* explore europe with K

* stand on the topmost floor of burj khalifa

* dye my hair purple

*swim with shark

* campfire on a lonely island with K

* have a child 

the list goes on and on...........
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