What if your guy keeps karvachauth along with you? How does it feel?
I remember my daadi telling me once, that when she was unwell and couldnt keep the fast because of her health reasons, my grandfather kept the karvachauth fast for her. How romantic was that !!
And what if you have someone in todays era, who does the same just to keep you company?
I would say… feel blessed 
My dad is extremely smart and I take pride in saying that I am his daughter. His normal statements at times have a lot of GYAN instore which you may learn only after years of experience.
Today he said something real short and crisp and I was completely floored by it. Here is a snippet for you people:
There are people who earn a lot of money and then there are people who enjoy the money they earn. Try and be the ones who enjoy it. They are damn lucky !
I have a walking talking gyan shastra at home. Aint I lucky
And the people in it are not any better.
At times it seems all worthless to even try and be good to others. Cos at the end of the day, you dont get anything.
You are the one who is unhappy, angry and frustrated.
I remember when I was a kid, my mother used to haggle with the mehndi wala to do the job for Rs. 5 per hand instead of the usual Rs.10. And today when I went out to get the same thing done, I was quoted Rs.100 per hand !! I almost laughed like crazy at the very thought that a decade that passed by meant 10 times the usual price. My dad would have told me to get back home and do it myself, and thank god that he wasnt around when I asked for the rate.
… shall be remembered for years to come.
I consider myself to be a chatter box. A very outspoken person who is pretty mooh-phat. Someone who can just say whatever she feels whenever she wants. But when it comes to saying something or expressing myself in front of my family members, I just go mum.
I fumble for words to express my ideas just as the way I would ideally want to, and ensure that I am not misunderstood, as that seems to happen way too much.
I have been watching this musical show for kids for a while now. And been following the performance of Diwakar for a long time. For those who are completely ignorant of this programme, let me just give you a brief introduction.
Diwakar sharma is a student of DPS R K puram delhi and has been in this programme since the very beginning. I would hate to mention it here in his introduction that he is visually challenged as for me it really doesnt make any difference. I guess a month back he was ruled out on the basis of poor performance and was brought back due to public voting.
Have you ever taken time off lately to sit back, relax and notice what was life like way back in school? The time you enjoyed, the friends you made, the mistakes you did, the crushes you had…..
Now it all seems so funny, so stupid, yet so fresh in the memory as if it happenned just yesterday. I dont think I will ever forget the time I spent in school. They surely were the best years of my life.
I remember quite vividly how excited I used to be every friday, which meant a 5 Rs pocket money to eat our lunch at the school canteen. I still wonder how on earth was a pack of fun flips enough as lunch back then!!
Even though the people around me would love to believe it otherwise.
As far as I can remember I have always heard people calling me one. Nobody ever stopped to notice that I really wasnt one. Not anymore. And this whole drama actually makes me angry like hell… and then again they reclaim…. “You are a kiddo !!”
How the hell on earth am I ever supposed to prove that I am not one? Will they ever agree?? I doubt.
Why do I even bother? Why do I even write this post?
Everyday I decide I will post something today, looking at the list of ideas I have on mind to write about. But by the time I end up in front of my comp I am completely blank or drained out. And I make yet another promise to myself… kal pukka.
Do i hear someone say….Too many distractions 