To start, when I saw her first. I saw her 5 years back, I'm not sure if she knew me or even noticed me at that time. As she was the "ShowStopper" of our class. The only valid reason which I find,  which gave her the title was because she was from a convent school. 

So she was the highness and got tons and tons of attention every week, every day, every minute and I don't know if every second too. 

Meanwhile,

Siddharth: I know her, she is a very good friend of mine. I scraped her on Orkut last night and she replied to it. 

We (Me, Satyam and Gaurav): *-* *-* How you do this? 

So Siddharth was the only guy who every time got the chance to talk to her and we rather enjoyed watching them talk, as it was the only option we were left with. 

After a year or so things got better and we started to interact. Things got much better and we became friends. 

All of a sudden there was a slight misconception or misunderstanding which resulted so much pain and sadness, but by the time we were appearing for our board exams we sorted out everything and we lived happily ever after :P 

I've figured out things which I don't know if it is perfect and to the point, but it is what I particularly feel about her. 

The thing that I like about her the most is, she is least bothered about what people say or think about her. She is more concerned about things which really matter. Surprisingly, till now I haven't heard anyone saying something bad about Gunjan.  

She is beautiful, cute and loves to be pampered. She is mature enough to suffocate you with advices and scold you like a mother. 

It has been a long time now, there are few flaws that I figured out, but then everyone has their own flaws and that is totally okay. I find her perfect. 

Gunjan, I'm shy when it comes to appreciate anyone on their face so I rather choose to do this in a virtual way.  Now that you know me, I assume you know such things well and can hold on to it. Thank you for being there in my life :) 

                                  (Don't come to a conclusion, that this is all what I feel. You're much more awesome. I wanted to keep this simple and want people to read this)

                                        "Gunjan is a part of my life"

 

Parts of my life| Abhishek

He is one of the guys in my life which makes it worth living. "Everyone has their own flaws but I find him perfect".
These two guys Mishra and Abhishek, they treat me more as a brother than as a friend. 

I met Abhishek 5 years ago, at first he was not so close to me but as the days passed he came into the scene and things got much better. 
He is usually very self controlled, cool headed and composed in nature. I've never seen anger on his face though there are times when he gets a little bit irritated over things but it isn't anger. He has a positive take on everything. Things are there on which I may get offended but he would always take it in a positive way. 
As I quoted, I've been with him for around 5 years and all my efforts to figure out the flaws in him have constantly failed. 

When I met him he was this chubby, cute, and short guy generally bro-zoned by many of the girls in our school but you never know what changes over time. 
Now he has evolved, improved himself and I fear that my very small fan base (which I don't know if it exits) would now be taken over by him, Sigh. 

He is single and that's the best part, we are always partners in crime and pranks on our socials unlike Mishra who has to be a little reserved because of his Girlfriend, Sigh :P

Anyhow, do not come to a conclusion Abhishek, that this is all I feel and know about you. You're way too awesome. 

                         "Abhishek is a part of my life"

Parts of my life| Mishra

His name is Siddharth Mishra but just to be a little brisk on him we call him Mishra. 
Mishra is an ideal part of my life. He is closest to me and always will be even if I have a girlfriend.( This is a taunt! take it seriously) 

We met six years back. How I met him? I would explain it in a more coherent manner. 

An ordinary day, I woke up early had all the routine done and headed to the school. I entered the class room and kept my bag where I usually used to sit everyday. I noticed a new blue colored bag which was kept just on the side of my bench where my friend Yogesh used to sit and so I ignored it with a thought that he might have bought a new bag. Later in the assembly I came to know by some of my friends that Yogesh was absent that day. I figured it out that it might the bag of some newly admitted student. I was not much excited about it, before I got admitted to Kendriya Vidyalaya the majority part of school life was spent at some of the amazing convent schools and such drastic change in the enviroment of students made me hate Kendriya Vidyalaya , though I love each and everything about it now. We all headed towards our classrooms and with the ring of a bell the first lecture started. Lately we noticed each other but we didn't interacted for the first two lectures. After the recess he made the move and introduced himself.As time passed things got even better we got indulged in some never ending immature talks.

When you meet someone you mentally try to figure out whether they connect with you or not and when I met this guy, I don't know about him but I knew right from the start that he connected with me in some or the other way. 

I believe that he has changed me in many ways. In fact every major change in my life from the day I met him is somehow related with him. 

• I never used to play Badminton, he was the reason why I developed such passion for the game.
• I thought internet was something that only adults could use until he introduced it to me. 
• He was the one who introduced to me what blogging is all about. 
• This might be silly, but my Facebook account on which I'm active now was also created by none other than, Mishra.
• He is the one from whom I get to know about what usually the girl-boy relationships are all about and he is still giving me live examples about the do's and dont's in a relationship. 
• Apart, he has been a big motivator in my life so far. Whenever I needed him he was always there.

Things are many if I dig back time and it would flood all my blog with things that not all the readers would be facinated to read. This is all!

Yes, Mishra has been an awesome friend of mine and I believe that he always will be. 

                      "Mishra is a part of my life"

Diwali!

This is something I wrote after the Diwali night, but for some reasons I never posted it here. Now that I've posted you can relate it.

I woke up early as I was all excited for this beautiful day. The couple of days before the festival are just flawless. I love each and everything about them, they are not so hot nor so cold. Pleasant just the way I love. The sunsets in these days are to die for, I never missed one. Momma always seems to be busy in cleaning the house as always. I ditched my quilt, walked away from my bed.  Someone yelled ‘’don’t you want fire crackers for this eve?’’ yes it was my dad, I quickly got into the washroom, took a bath.  My hairs still wet but I didn’t care, I was more concerned about how much I would be getting for buying the fire crackers. A puppy face did the job, I got the expected bucks for the fireworks. I headed to the shop bought some good stuff and then came back home with a wide smile on my face. I helped my mother in cleaning the house, I thought she would be impressed and would be giving some more money for the fireworks, but eventually it never happened. I gazed at the sun for a while, yes it was a beautiful Sun set. Time just seems to fly away when you enjoy watching the Sun set. I could hear the kids around bursting crackers, I ran to my room where the crackers where kept I took a few of them, lighted an ‘Agarbathi’, which is used for adding some good fragrance to the atmosphere but people here in India also use them  for lighting fire crackers. As I was heading towards the door to get out of the house with firecrackers, Momma somehow saw me and so she yelled ‘’No firecracker before the puja, keep them back’’. Mother is always the best in hearing her child’s footsteps, Sigh.  So I had to get back to my room, place the firecrackers, get back to the window and instead of Sun set see the children bursting fire crackers, Sigh. It was time for the puja to start, I was the first one there to attend. As soon as it ended I rushed to my room took the fire crackers and the Agarbathi which I’ve lighted earlier. With a big smile I rushed towards the door, getting on the road I lighted each and every one of them. I was so happy. It was now time to get back home, I was sad because the day was ending. I slept hearing the sound of fire crackers which busted miles away. I want this day to come back soon, I want to enjoy this divine feeling again and again.

Much love

-Sri

Combs, Nail paints and Hair clips!

This is something which can be relatable to many teenage girls out there ;)  One of my good friend, Anshika wrote this poem. The first time I went through the poem, everything seemed to be perfect. I loved this one and wanted to blog it from a long time.It's short, but I find it perfect. 

We teenage girls

Sophisticated, dominant and beautiful,

We need our hairs perfect

Nails big and posture erect

Concerned for figure,

Food quantity meager

Though we eat like elephants at home

Always found with mirror, hair clips and comb

We silly, stupid and courageous hotties

Always want to look awesome at parties

We dress up like beauties when boyfriend around

And like zombies when girlfriends around

Nail paints got to be perfect when out for a date

Gonna miss my teen hood, but I still can’t wait.  

Mumbai ♥

Mumbai is rich, Mumbai is poor

Mumbai is fast, Mumbai is slower

Little bit sweet and little bit sour,

Sometimes it’s hot but not too more.

Mornings are energetic, and evenings are electric.

Noons are lazy but nights are crazy

And any one you ask says “I’m busy”

Dude, life in Mumbai is not so easy

There is a lot of Masti with a little bit of Maska

Welcome to the city that can’t live without Bollywood Chaska

From cooker whistles to the traffic jam horns,

From steaming tea kettles to breaking nut beetles

From telephone rings and doorbell rings

There are people connecting through Blackberry pings

Where there is a little time to spare for kids

People here spend their lives on bids

Here you actually pay your travel fare by meter

But milkman mixing water is not a cheater!

Sev Puri and Bhel Puri are all Mumbai chat

Relishing it with spicy chutney is no easy art

From popcorn to ice-cream all sold on cart

Mumbai o Mumbai you’re always close to my heart

Where local trains usually travel on time

And violently rushing for a seat is not a crime

Here 3pm for lunch and 12am for dine

People face hardship but still say “its fine”

From Mt.Mary in Bandra to Kalba Devi in town

And ISKCON in Juhu to Haji Ali in Mumbai’s Crown

Faith runs deep as the Arabian Sea

But people don’t hesitate to pay early Darshan fee.

Marathi, Punjabi, Gujarati and Bengali

Everyone together celebrate Id and Diwali

Spend some time here, and your life will be wonderful.

Billionaire to beggars

All found in this city

Be careful, this place is a bit witty

Overall this dream world is huge but pretty.

 ♥

Choose Happiness

All that you have desired to be, you’re now. All the possession you desired in the past, you have it now.

Many of you won’t be getting this briskly but if you widen the dimensions of thinking deeply many of you would be accepting it.

Life is unchallenging, simple and facile when you live it in your own way. You have your own goals and you’re all set to follow them. There is absolutely no mess in your life. But when people charge you with taunts, you get disturbed. You’re not scared about what is going to happen next, but you’re ruffled down. You somehow forget things and start new, but then it arises again, hits you back and knocks you down. Then you realize how complicated is life. You are upset, you feel so down and you are in no mood for doing anything. But then, something comes in shining so bright that you forget everything, and you indulge in enjoying it. All the sorrows all the odds are gone now. You feel so free to do anything you desire to. That one thing is what you like and love the most. Never let it go because, the thing that you love the most will always take you to great heights. Follow your love, people may charge again but do what you feel is right to do. Feel proud about yourself. Even after you were knocked down a number of times you stood up and continued your way.  That is pride, but never get over confident about it. Live a life that you want to live not the one that others think you should live. Do it your way, as I remember a quote

"At the end of life, our questions are very simple: Did I live fully? Did I love well?" ~Jack Kornfield

Choose happiness over sorrow, be happy for what you have in your life. You’ve a great family or you must be having some loving friends or you must be having that one person or one thing that makes you say “Yes, I’ve a life ahead”.

Don’t lose them be thankful to them. You’re the chosen one, yes you’re unique, and you’re destined to do something different.

Always live on the high note, because life it too short to be sad about moronic things.

This is something raw which I wrote briskly without even thinking about the human language or any grammar. Thank you for your unconditional love and support :)

Much love

-Sri