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..
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.
Mere dukh mein mere sahib teri ichha poorn ho
Aaj shayad bahut dino baad meditation mein ankhon mein aansu aa gaye…
You are not what you pretend to be.
You dont believe in what you are doing.
You do what you dont believe in
You cant get what you want
You get what you didnt ask for
And to top it all you dont know what you’re doing and how long this phase will last.
My job requires me to visit schools to supervise the lessons of my students. Around this time last year, I had visited this school and read a great quote which said
Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot dive without and know we cannot live within.
And today when i went back there, I still found that quote on the bulletin board, but there was another new one in place now. It read
Giving up is the biggest tragedy of life.
I am a teacher myself. But today I am calling out for help.
Can someone please teach me how to live with a mistake?
The only thing we have to fear is fear it’self – nameless, unreasoning, unjustified, terror which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance.
I truly believe that.
I remember when I was a child, I had this huge fear of darkness. I couldnt go in the darkness. So much so that I would go and knock on my parents bedroom door and ask for my mom to go and switch on the bathroom light so that I would be able to use it. I know many of you can think of how badly pampered I was, but no, it was all about fear.
Everything is OK in the end, if its not OK, then its not the end.
I remember when I was in school, during those adolescent years there was a huge clash of values at home. For those who dont have much of an idea of what it was all about, let me start of by saying, we lived in a joint family of ten members where I was the youngest.
Being a daughter of a self-made man, we were bound to do things our own way. I think starting 6th or maybe 7th standard, my dad used to make us watch a few old flicks during our summer vacations. Where Purab aur paschim was a regular apart from Kal aaj aur kal.
I didnt quite understand why he made us watch them, but I somehow always liked the ritual per se. I know many times while watching Kal aaj aur kal, he would often subtly remark that his position in the house is like Raj Kapoor, torn between his older and younger generation. Trying to blend tradition with modernity. Oh, and he was so great at that. We did understand. A job well done.