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Okay, we all must have had one relationship that didn’t last long, or we didn’t make it last long. Whichever way we may see it, the thing is, it ended. And it gave us an era long of heartbreak and tears (Well, maybe not so much of crying, just seems a bit melodramatic). But, do we really bother to see it beyond that? No.

What we all see?

1. How much pain that person gave to us?
2. How much I cried?
3. How much money and energy I invested in to this?
4. How much I sacrificed?
5. What will people say?
6. What will my folks say?
7. What will I tell my children? (Okay, may be not go this far, but yeah still!)

What we forget?

1. We just lost someone.
2. We nurtured a failure. How?
3. We failed at something.
4. There could be (Possibilities are sky high) something wrong with us, in our behaviour.
5. We might need to re-evaluate our priorities and needs.

What we presume?

1. It is always the other persons’ fault.
2. I could never be wrong/clingy/too suffocating/almost death like.
3. I am a good listener.
4. I am pretty flexible.
5. I never argue.
6. Ego? That doesn’t exist in my dictionary.
7. I never lie, snap, gag or judge.
8. I am cool to hang-out with.
9. My taste in music is awesome.
10. I am never loud.
11. I never degrade other people.
12. Respect. Loyalty. Trust. Those are my other names.

The actual truth

1. Never see/listen/consider the opposition’s point of view/view/a small window even.
2. Cling so tight, the other person might end up dying of suffocation or else if he was lucky enough, he got himself freed.
3. Talk, endlessly, without caring the other person may (only accidentally) have a muscle named, tongue. Oops!
4. Oh yes. Flexible just close to some metal rod.
5. Argue? I thought we were having an interesting conversation.
6. Don’t own a dictionary, so yeah; ego obviously will not exist in it anyway!
7. Lie, snap, gag or judge to our convenience.
8. Hmmm…if being cool was equivalent to being Chuck Norris.
9. Music taste is as awesome as regional folk songs are.
10. If only 85-90dB was considered polite enough.
11. What degrade? Telling a person how pathetically he dresses up isn’t degrading. That’s called providing a thoughtful criticism. (Only that it is given without being asked for)
12. Oh boy! My names keep changing. Just yesterday I was nick named Faith. (I had ‘faith’ that my favorite soap actor would find his princess, the nth time.)


So, next time before complaining about a broken relationship, think twice. It is not always the other person’s fault, completely. You can’t clap with one hand. (LOL, this sounds more dramatic when said in Hindi…)

Yes!! I like writing letters, random ones' that too. So I decided to have one section completely dedicated to letters. As weebly didn't offer me much of the options, I flipped over to blogspot. xD

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“To the guys encountered recently

I know you all are out enjoying, trying to have the best out of your leisurely time. Let me tell you what, we all are here for the same purpose. While some of you may make it seem more visible that you don’t belong here; we on the other hand, are trying our best to just go with the flow and gel in. Please don’t stare at me like though I am some kind of an alien to you. I hate it when you make faces at me, especially those cheap and desperate gestures. Those are not at all seducing, fancy to be least. I am not a ‘firang’ if you are having any second thoughts, so show some respect.

If you think I can’t see or figure out that you are pretty busy taking my photos, fuck you for that, because I may be a girl (in your terms, disabled) but not dumb. Passing smiles and trying to look charming won’t help (rather I may be forced to punch you at some point), because you look like a complete retard. If you feel that walking around like a hunk (in a group full of impotent losers) will make you find a suitable girl for yourself, please go die somewhere.  

Sincerely

The one whom you molested with your eyes”


On my recent trip I discovered things, rather interesting…

The things you will need:-

1. Water, gallons of it.
2. A towel. A stroll.
3. A bag.
4. A phone with an optimum camera.
5. Somebody to crib about the fucking hot weather.
6. Money. ATM card.
7. A side bag.
8. A footwear that keeps your feet okay.
9. Clothes that make you feel light.
10. Public convenience.
11. Change. Plenty of it. You need to pay when you use the toilets.
12. Lime soda. Chilled with ice.
13. Intervals and break. You need to rest as well.
14. Candies/toffees.

The things you don’t need:-

1. People who eat your head.
2. Tourists who harass you with their presence.
3. Heat.
4. Sweat.
5. The smell at the public urinals.
6. The jerks of the local bus.
7.  Muscular cramps.
8. Low battery of your phone.
9. Getting your pictures clicked by random strangers.
10. An empty water bottle.
11. The feeling when you stop at a station and you discover there is no toilet there. (Time:-1:00am)
12. The feeling when you realize the only person not sleeping in the bus is you. (Time:-3:00am)
13. The feeling when the seat in the bus is for a 5ft.person, and you incidentally happen to be 5’6. (Time:-10:45am-4:55am)
14. The feeling that all your friends have got down at some other station and you are left alone in the bus with a bunch of strangers (99% guys. And, yeah that wasn’t by accident that I was left alone. I was to get down at Delhi bus station to come home. Time:-4:15am-4:55am)

In India, tourism isn’t taken so seriously after all. Lack of everything makes it a difficult task altogether, especially for the ladies department. I am not being a sexist trying to portray the other gender as some culprit.

Some of my highlighted encounters of the trip:-

1. A guy was caught clicking pictures of the women changing at the Har Ki Pauri ghats.

2. A group of Sikh guys were clicking pictures of me. (Well, luckily enough I was sitting with my back on their side, so not much of a catch for them.)

3. While coming back, two Jaat guys were sitting on the seat next to ours. They kept playing songs on their phone the whole night. Even when few others have demanded them to stop, they didn’t. The added on factors were, the cheap comments and the staring looks from their side.

There were many other smaller incidents. All the above loafers happened to be tourists themselves, meaning they were outsiders and not the ones’ who belonged to Uttarakhand itself. The saddest part was, they were Indians. 

[A suggestion post. Sweetheart, hope you like it xD]
[Inspired from Dear blank, please blank…]

“Dear Facebook couples,

When it's complicated it’s over...

Sincerely, face the facts.”


To those with a relationship status-it’s complicated

When facebook first showed an option of complicated relationships, I was rather amused. Not realized, people actually had those. (Kind of inevitable, like PMS…yeah! So I said it aloud.) I looked around, feeling how people really felt when they went through all this, I couldn’t really figure out. How do you exactly feel? Tormented, because you have been made to cry a lot, or depressed, because you have been through a rough patch; I believe, you feel frustrated because there is nothing you can do. You might struggle, try to un-complicate and put in the puzzles together, to sort out your relationship. But trust me, what messes up once, can never be put back together. I fear you might just have those dark gloomy circles around your eyes the next we meet up. And, I would seriously hate to see you like that. What shall we do? May be try, and smile first. It will loosen up the bit of the tears you are holding in. Look around sweetie, the world is glorious, and so is life. What if your life was once complicated? We can always throw out the things that depress us, or may be find an alternative.

Knowing the options, not trying even once to leave the old things behind, will it help?

“Dear Facebook friends,

Commenting with "AWWW OMG WHAAT" and "BUT YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTE" when my Facebook status goes from "In a Relationship" to "Single" doesn't make me feel any better about the break up...

Sincerely, your heartbroken friend.”

I know you feel agitated because of the people around you, those who try to be extra nice to you. I know you feel broken. I can not say I can feel this too, that would be utterly wrong. But I’m there to may be listen and know how you feel. You are hurt, I can see. The person doesn’t deserve you that I am sure about. Do the ice-cream parlors and the chocolate bars a favor, leave those for sometime. Your glow is gone, and you know what that means?  You need to rise and shine, feel the world around you. People are dying to be with you (Dying...okay not exactly…but please, you are beautiful. I mean it! In your own way may be.)

Say it aloud, to yourself… “I am for those, who can wait and hold on a bit if I’m getting late. Who can hug me when I’m tired, but not question. Who can just sit quietly when I’m crying, but not doubt if they are untrue. Who can wink at me not because he is my boy-friend, but because he can’t see another guy doing the same. I am for those who deserve, and guess what? He is custom made and not made to accustom.”

“Dear boy who dumped me,

Thanks for getting a mullet.

Sincerely, I feel much better about this break up”


So yeah, next time we catch up, I should see you giggling and not cribbing about how badly you love him. Because there are people, for whom your love just isn't enough. So rather than trying to figure out what to try next and make him your's, we shall discuss about hot-ness around us...*Winks*

[[Guest columnist-Dr. Ravi Dev Chauhan is back!! This time with, 'How To Overcome Sad And Depressing Thoughts?']]

In a world where everybody is running around to get somewhere (I wish they’d be more specific, would perhaps help in reducing the chaos.), I still have the time to think, a lot that too. What do I think? Well, mostly random things, nothing useful I would say. Few days back the board results were out, with a bang. I thought may be now the world was ready to welcome more options than cribbing over the subjects. And, I was proved wrong. I mean, I understand the importance of professional courses very well, but what if the kid isn’t interested in science? Parents still force their kid to go through this two year long regime of tuitions, coaching, and sit for entrance exams. What is the end result? “Kismat rahi, aur mehnat thi, toh something big might happen; otherwise compromise with the leftovers.” What is the point?

The usual scenarios:-

1. Parents wanting their kids to take up science with maths. (Why the additional burden of maths with the pre-existing noble Biology? Well, they say we are keeping options with us. “Medical nahi toh engineering.”)

2. Parents want to show off how brilliant their kids are. (“Neighbor ke bacche ne XYZ se medical/enggineering Ki hai; humara baccha kya koi kamm hai? Huh…”)

3. The peer pressure. (Obviously it affects us what our friends are up to.)

4. The relative pressure. (The uncles and the aunts are more excited to know what we are doing. Gossipmongers!)

5. The general ideology of the community/society (as a whole) regarding a certain profession/subject. (“Mrs. ABC ke ladke ne Humanities li hai…uhmm number nahi aaye honge na!”)

The procedure:-

1. Either kids are able to cope up with the whole tuition-coaching drama, or else they keep lacking their confidence. 

2. It affects their health, be it physical, mental or social.

3. Due to an increased amount of tension and pressure from the surroundings, they experience such a transition which makes them vulnerable to things around them. 

4. Increased suicidal tendencies, drug dependency. [By drugs I mean, anti-depressants or else Adderall (Study Drug/generally prescribed for attention deficit hyperactivity disorder), to improve scores.]

The End result:-

If the kid luckily survived this game, then the drama will continue as the entrance exams will be approaching. 

1. Either he made it through some competitive exam or else he couldn’t.

2. If he couldn’t, but parents have an extra kick, he will manage to get through some college at least, or else god knows’ what.


The rest what happens we are all aware of. Why so much of unnecessary chaos and running after things? So what if your kid doesn’t want to become a doctor or an engineer? Will he be less of a human if he chooses something else?  Why not think (just a bit) from his point of view? See where the world is heading. We have enough of doctors and engineers, and every year there are thousand more which will be added to the ever growing population. So, I guess we can perhaps benefit if the next kid wants to be an administrative officer or a CA or for that matter, a lawyer for a change. The options are infinite, only we need to widen our horizon a bit. 


[[What is your take on this? Do you agree or disagree?]]

Comments are now open!!

(Continuation-The Train....The Eiffel Tower)
And, I moved away, thinking to myself…hoping we would perhaps meet again, soon. On my way home, tired and exhausted by the thought of what happened earlier, I decided to take a walk. The weather seemed serene and cool. The rain has covered the lanes, well almost partially. Paris couldn’t have looked prettier, I thought to myself. As I strolled along, on the pale shriveled leaves, they creaked and broke the uncanny silence which surrounded me. How much I wished I had somebody to hold hands with! But, being alone is what I have with me right now.

I stood just in front of this magnanimous feature, adoring its curves and the gloss it had that night. I never admired Eiffel tower much before. My mind, may be was at peace now…or may be I was too occupied by the beauty of my around, to take note of how much I missed dating somebody! It seemed unjust and rather peculiar to be not with somebody; in a city like Paris and with weather this dreamy.

“Your wallet?” For a moment I just stood their numb. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing (or may be I was delusional?). He was there. (My prince charming had come for me.) I had a chance again, to charily notice the details on his face. He seemed rather huge (In a stunning, handcrafted manner) and pretty mannish from such proximity. It was like; words couldn’t fit in my tongue. I had lost count of the seconds spent staring in to his eyes, standing there all dumb. He sheepishly smiled, as I swiftly recollected myself. “Forgot this?” his voice heard angelic, comforting to my ears. (Or may be love has taken a toll on me?) “er… (I almost began to be lost again, but somehow held my composure…) How could I forget this!” I could almost feel my heartbeat racing.

The blue he wore went so well with his well chiseled and gleaming features. He handed over the wallet to me, as my hand brushed against his fingers, and it tingled (I was having goose bumps and they showed!). He was smiling now, as he turned around to leave. I didn’t want to see him leave one more time. (At least ask his name or may be phone number?)

But, then I suddenly realized, he wasn’t alone. As he walked away towards this dark shadow across the park, there she stood, waiting for him. (Ah! I should have known. No decent looking guy is single, ever! Am I the only single person left?) I cursed myself for dreaming a dream which would never be mine. This sucks and, so does being single…

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Well, romance who doesn't like? Okay, you had a break-up, tough to move on, so what? There will be a day, a girl/guy and you would again be all to set to clog again. (Pardon me saying ‘clog’) What is it, so fascinating about having this person to admire?


1. The usual highs

2. The unusual happiness

3. The usual laughs

4. The unusual cries

5. The usual banter

6. The unusual tiffs

7. The usual hang-outs

8. The unusual bills

9. The usual excitement

10. The unusual anxiety

Yes, it’s a full on hormonal drive. But, still I say all worth at the end of the day. So, these are some of my all time hit-list for those mushy souls…

1. PS. I Love You

(Beautiful concept, great emotions and yes, the ever effervescent Hilary Swank and the hot Gerard Butler) This I am sure will make you shed a few tears if not a glass full.

My Rating:-5/5

2. A Walk To Remember

This will make you cry and crib not having a guy like Shane West to love you!

My Rating:-5/5

3. The Notebook

Rachel McAdams, one of my favorites and the intense Ryan Goslings. The story is definitely worth a watch.

My Rating:-4.5/5

4. The Vow

For the love of Channing Tatum, this movie was bound to make it to the A-list. But, apart from him, the story is divine and so is Rachel McAdams.

My Rating:-4.5/5

5. Titanic

Yes, the ship sank but the story still remains as one of the legends for sure. Watch it for the drama, passion and romance.

My Rating:-4.5/5

6. The Twilight Saga

Some of you may want to kill me for putting up this movie in the list, but hey! Who doesn’t want a lover similar to Robert Pattinson or Taylor Lautner? Well, I would die to have any one of them running in the league for me!

My Rating:-4/5

7. Sweet November

Well, I love Keanu Reeves and so should you. (LOL. Just kidding)

My Rating:-3.5/5

8. Serendipity

For the reality and the love, this is surely one of the sweetest in the list.

My Rating:-3.5/5

9. Love Actually

A set of practical stories, how they survive through the times and the romance, of course.

My Rating:-3/5

10. Gone With The Wind

Although, I have to admit, I am not a fan of old movies, but this movie couldn’t be left out. But, if you have a thing for old, this one is definitely worth a watch.

My Rating:-I won’t rate an epic xD haha…would be just unfair.

11. Other’s

Sweet Home Alabama
My Best-friend’s Wedding
Letters From Juliet
Kate And Leopold
The Proposal (My personal favorite of a perfect rom-com.)
Just Like Heaven
Juno

(Have a favorite of your own you think I missed? No problem. Let me know, will add on to this list.)

Falling in love I guess is inevitable. I know there might be people who will disagree to this. But I guess, denying a fact is similar to denying death would ever come to us. I strongly believe, there is one for me, and one each for everybody. Haha…I know sounds kind of clichéd. But then again, even after knowing that it might end up giving us pain, long phone bills et al…we fail in our resolutions.

     [[“What according to you is the best and the worst to happen?”]]

Enlighten me with your comments xD!! I’m waiting.

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Special add-ons by Dr. Varun (Thanks a lot sir for the suggestions xD):-
Walk The Line
Walk In The Clouds
Message In The Bottle

All the big magazines have this star guest columnist, who writes once a while for the posts. Guess what? Luckily I have one too! Yes, today I’m putting up a post by a friend/colleague of mine (who happens to be a Doctor. *Grins*). Back are those days when ink pens and calligraphy were pretty much in fashion. Here is a beautifully handwritten, calligraphy post.

[Before that, a little intro about the writer-Dr. Ravi Dev Chauhan, as versatile as your wildest imaginations can go on. He’s written some of ‘the’ most mind-boggling pieces, from fiction, to break-up specials, to those little random moments everybody have in their lives. With his elaborate and rather descriptive style, let’s see do we have today from him…]
People write, may be just for passion sake, money sake or few for show-off sake even. He tells us about each, with panache (some ink and pen)…(CLICK THE PICTURE TO ENLARGE)

(Note:-Inspiration taken from Paris Craiglist, for missed connections)

It was 9pm, Tuesday night and was raining heavily outside. I sat cozily inside the compartment, hoping to get back to my home soon. It was my first ever journey alone since the break-up. I was rather broken and mourning over, still. The outside looked frail and gloomy, just like my mind. The rain drops gently seeped through the window pane. Trying to make sure it doesn’t make my new dress dirty, I quickly changed the seat.  

Across the place, right over to the left seat, I noticed you sitting. (You had dark brown hair, hazel eyes and a blue shirt. Thinking, lucky I changed over, would have never noticed otherwise.) Pretty ordinary face, with intricate lines, and I could feel the slight flutter my heart just made. You looked up (Still holding a book in your hand. I am pretty sure, must be one of those thriller books.), and our eyes met. Feeling blushed as I started to look outside the dark, hazy frosted window.

Praying hard you didn’t notice me, admiring the minute nuances of your ordinary face. But alas, I gave up soon, captured another moment of that ‘oh look at that curve besides the lip’, and you caught me again. And this time, red handed. I threw a rather ashamed smile of mine, hoping you might return it back. And, guess what? You did. It was the best that has happened with me that day.

But, the happiness couldn’t last forever. Came the station, I had to let you go. (It was like I was holding you till then, but sounds sort of melodramatically romantic.) Our eyes met again, may be for the last time ever. And I got down, seeing you looking at me through the window. We smiled and the train left, taking you away from me…

[This one’s a special suggestion post -Nura xD…hope you like it (:]

To the 22 most glorious years of my life

Yes, this is an ode to the years I have spent being around you. May be I didn’t realize those moments, may be they flew by too soon or may be I was too busy with myself to notice them. From all the people I have known, you are one to not point a finger at me. May be shout a little, but that’s the most you do. I know, even the day when no one would have faith in me, in deepest of you, there is and will always be a place, especially for me. Knowing this may make me pretty casual towards you, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care. I could for a day not care for myself, but there would never be a day when I won’t feel for you.

I may not appreciate because I can’t express your efforts in words, for that is an insult to the years you have put in nurturing me. I am perhaps too grown up to may be cuddle up and sleep with you, like I used to. I wish I could swing back the time and enjoy the hours I have slept that way. But then the innocence is all gone because I have moved on a step ahead. I hate the time for taking too much from me, or may be I didn’t really bother giving away all that myself. I could have enjoyed those years but then again, I was too keen about other people around, to have noticed you were there all the time.

I wish to go back to the second, when you woke me up in the morning. I shouted, was annoyed then, and now I have to wake up not having you at my bed room door. I prayed moving out of the house as soon as possible, and there’s this time now when I wait for the day I would be packing my bags to go back. It’s not like I don’t remember the taste of your food anymore, as I cared more for the hotel food then. Now all I care is the day when I would be at home, having the food you made.

Not having you around, even falling sick seems like a challenge. I wonder how you felt when you sat besides me all night, checking my temperature; even though you could have slept like others, but you chose to spend the night without a blink. Here being surrounded by people doesn’t feel like any company, having you along, to talk to was may be just enough. Whenever you enquired, then felt like poking, but now not having the usual queries, feels no body is interested in me anymore. You were my all time audience is what I feel today, with none left now.

This letter couldn’t complete itself, because the things are too many to be written. From my hair tip to my toe, the one who has put in herself completely without any expectation of self indulgence, is none other than you mom. For the 22 most glorious years, with you in my life, have been nothing less than a journey worth treasuring. I love you, for not what people have defined you as, but for what you have done, to me, around me and are still doing it, that is you pray with your heart. That’s what I’ll do till the dying day of my life, pray. It doesn’t matter, whatever I am in my next birth, but I would be honored to have you as my mum...