When life changes you’ll be happy to be alive.
When life turns around, you’d appreciate the good times and more than that you’d appreciate the lows that you went through for that would help you to appreciate where you are today!!
Keep the faith varshita…
sooraj ke intezaar mein raat to kaatni hi padegi.. khushi khushi..
The very idea behind starting to blog was this so called freedom to think and express views on anything and everything. But with the passage of time, this very freedom was curtailed by the presence of known faces online. Thoughts needed a U certificate censorship to avoid unnecessary arguements or explanations. And somewhere the true essence of what I wanted to say lost a battle against fear.
First it were a few friends, then my sis and now my students.
I am not too sure if I should celebrate the reach of this blog or crib about me losing my freedom with each new reader added on to it. As if my sis wasnt enough to question me on my posts, now I have my students coming up to me and asking what I meant when I wrote so and so…
But its fun. At times its so much fun to write something that only I understand or maybe the person in question would, and the rest is left for people to guess… I like those posts… cos thats one time censorship isnt really required. Thats one time I break free…
But then, when have I really cared for what I write as I have always written for myself and about myself. I know a few months back I started off with password protected posts driving my sis crazy. But then, a late realisation, and now those posts are no longer password protected. Yes vinnie you can read them now without a password 
So, Neha, Jasleen, and the others who land in here, always remember my best dhamki… Minus 5 in your next term end exams
Till then… Have fun !
You will never know true happiness until you have truly loved, and you will never understand what pain really is until you have lost it!!
Disclaimer: Well for starters, I am a die hard romantic, just in case you are new in here.
Lately I’ve come to realise that my idea of romance is quite different than that of others around me. I am an outspoken gal, who doesnt quite think much before speaking her mind. Which contrary to the general perception of being upfront and honest, is regarded as rather “bluntness” in speech. What I call as spontaneity, they call it impulsive.
I dont believe in giving 100% to a relationship, ok, before you raise your eyebrows, let me clarify that I give my 200% to it, something which is as fatal as giving less than 100%, if not more. I give myself and I give it all. Its like in your face LOVE. I eat drink, sleep, think with n about that person. Something which is quite intimidating to men. I wonder why though…
Instead of appreciating the abundance of love at their disposal, they crib about it being a “flood” of love. Something which they would term as intrusion to privacy and lack of “space”.
You are there all the time. You call all the time, you sms all the time
How bad and sad a state it can be when you get to hear such words.
But I ve come to realise over a few months now that on certain things vinnie is quite right. She may not put it in the right words, but the essence and gist of it being quite true. She would often tell me that men are like dogs (My apologies to all my male friends). You leave them on their own, and they would come to you wagging their tail. Ok its not as bad, but the idea being, let the other person yearn for you. Dont be available 24 x 7. Let the other person miss you, need you… want you.
But then like I said, My idea of romance is quite different. It defies all rules of the book…
My idea of romance is living by the will of your heart. Something which gives u real pleasure of having done what your heart said, instead of repenting years later for what you could have done. Living each moment loving that person. They say what goes around comes around. I feel if u love immensely, the other person is bound to love u back and more than that its the pleasure of loving someone that makes your day !
But then, like they say men are from mars and women from Venus, I would add to that and say Varshita is god sent
Truly one of a kind…
Sometimes what you’re looking for is right where you left it.
It’s cold here in the city, it always seems that way
And I’ve been thinking about you almost every day.
Thinking about the good times, thinking about the rain,
Thinking about how bad it feels alone again.
I’m sorry for the way things are in China,
I’m sorry things ain’t what they used to be.
But more than anything else, I’m sorry for myself
‘Cause you’re not here with me.
Our friends all ask about you, and I say you’re doin’ fine.
I expect to hear from you almost any time.
They all know I’m crying, I can’t sleep at night,
They all know I’m dying down deep inside.
I’m sorry for all the lies I told you,
I’m sorry for the things I didn’t say.
More than anything else, I’m sorry for myself.
I can’t believe you anyway.
Mmmmm . . .
I’m sorry if I took some things for granted,
I’m sorry for the things I put on you.
More than anything else, I’m sorry for myself,
Living without you.