George Bernard Shaw once wrote,

             'there are two tragedies in a person's life. One is to lose                     your heart's desire and the other is to gain it'

We all have desires, we all have dreams, but the question in the moment of silence is 'just how far does one go to achieve it?'

This question, brooding in silence is unlike from any other. It has a slew of diverse answers, but neither of them is wrong nor either is right. The answer to this question has as many approaches as as man triers, but it is valid only until you have searched the depth of your conscience, heart and soul  for it. Set a destination, set a route, embark for a journey . On your way, one may find themselves, discover themselves, lose oneself, get hurt, or broken, try to regain themselves or fail trying. We may be happy, sad, escastic, depressed, fulfilled or forgotten, and the journey will end, hopefully when we reach our destination or when we have achieved our destiny but I appease to those who find the journey to be their destination. I can not suppress my inclination to ask them who they are? And were you the same person s who had started this journey?

To Be Desired.

How strange it is, to be addicted to something, to someone. I always believed that I won't be all that foolhardy but now, I know what a sheer pleasure it is.
 It's not love.
 God no!
It's lust or something awfully close.
Point is,  it is obsessive.
It's not heart and flowers but cigarette and scotch.
Life with a decanter had never seemed do ravishing. You don't want to be with them or even like them.
In fact, it's the need to be worshiped.
The desire to own and posses.
It's a strange desire for desire and to be desired. 

Change

Something strange is happening
A change is occurring
My views on everyday things are changing.

Thing for which once I'd kill for
Are suddenly annoying
I hope to be better
Then I am already.

Friends, spotlight, attention
I prayed for them everybody
But now, honestly it doesn't matter

I have found myself in solidarity.
Realized my flaws in solidarity.
Now, i am ready to embrace this change.

A lone Flower!

The beautiful shape of a leaf
or the smooth curve of petals
So beautiful, isn't it
A lone flower!!

It's twisty-turvy stem
Solid on the ground
So powerful isn't it
A lone beautiful flower!!

It's soft petals
and weak, bony cappilries
So delicate isn't it
A strong, beautiful, lone flower!!

However, it happens to be one of a kind
For all the rst are gone
Quite sad, Isn't it
A lone flower?

LOVE U DADA

CHANGE IN ME

3 rd December, 2008. For the majority of the world, It will be an ordinary day, but for me and for my family, this day changed my life.

The much loved head of my family, my grandfather, died of a heart attack this day. He was just 63. His departure came as a big shock to all of us because my grandfather was as fit as anyone else we knew but also because of what it now meant for our life.

Now days, if I ever reflect my life before my eyes, I see that I think of it in two different phases. AD and WD, After Dada (grandfather in hindi) and with him.

Let’s now go back, say, about six years.

Six years ago, I was ten years old, an athlete, a sport person, a skinny yet tall child and most of all, I always smiled.

Now, in the present time, I will hit sixteen in the winter, I am a book worm, a wanna be writer, an overweight girl, short for her age and the worst thing of all, I don’t know how to smile.

Six years ago, I was the person whom everyone wanted to be with.

Now, I am the person always available in need.

Six years ago, I was over out spoken, and was never afraid to voice my opinions.

Now, I cant even speak properly. I stutter, stammer, mix up word and have a permanent case of a bad throat. Even worse, now I apply myself the way I think people would like me to be.

Six years ago, I had so many friends that it was difficult to keep the number straight. I was funny, lively always active.

Now, I have well over a thousand friends but none of them truly know me. Now I am serious, a neatness freak, and am always hoping that I would be involved in something larger than me.

Six years ago, I was innocent. I dreamed every day and I dreamed every night and in my heart, I believed that I could be whoever I wanted to be.

Now, I know that the world is not so easy and I have seen both the good and the bad it has to offer and I chose the good.

Six years ago, I loved listening to stories.

Now, I love making them myself.

Six years ago, I was a wild child getting kicked out of schools whom most mistook for a boy.

Now, I am the presentation of a good student and am about as respectful as any aristocrat.

Six years ago, I loved my world and hated any change.

Now I can’t help but make one.

Six years ago, I was nobody important.

Now, I hope to be.

Exams are tyring

Hi, gain.
My mid-terms start from 19th and the first exam is maths.
Shit.
That's just 18 days away and did i mention that i completely suck at maths.
Still, i plan to work hard this time.
I need to get an A.
I think that by the time exams come,i become completely paranoid and become a victim of HAS- High Achievement Syndrome. (yeah,that was a joke)
I am still studying so the rest later.
Have a great time till then.
bye