Sunday, October 27, 2013

And I know I am not the only one ;)


This one goes to one of the liveliest persons I’ve come to love in my life. Ever-radiant with her pair of thirty-two shining brightly, she makes my college life worth bearing. I always thought I knew the best PJs. Then I met her. :P
A bubbly-lovely buddy, this one goes to you Ita!

Picture Source: GOOGLE

I laugh at almost anything
And beam at my stupidity
But then you too laugh with me,
And I know I am not the only one

I wail at the pile of pending works
And feel the need to pull off my hair
But then I remember you,
And I know I am not the only one

I sometimes feel lost
And stare at a blank future
But then you express the same worry,
And I know I am not the only one

I often wonder if I’ll forever be single
And feel both cool and edgy at the thought
But then you share the ditto feeling,
And I know I am not the only one

I detest the girls always glued to their phones
And wonder what they actually talk
But then you give the same look,
And I know I am not the only one

I deeply hate a particular teacher
For his heartbreaking accent and annoying glares
But then you mutter the same curses,
And I know I am not the only one

I savour everyone’s lunch
Like a religious call
But then you are ahead of me,
And I know I am not the only one

I wait for a movie,
More because of the hero’s charm
But then you too come prepared with his history,
And I know I am not the only one

I feel depressed at the rising prices
Of street foods and every other thing
But then you search for a cheaper option,
And I know I am not the only one

I crack the silliest of the jokes
And pout when there is no laugh
But then you are worse than me,
And I know I am not the only one


I always feel lucky
To have such a happening friend
But then yours is the same fate,
And I know I am not the only one ;)




                                                                                                         - Srishti


This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda. We give out themes for creative writing each weekend for Indian bloggers.



Friday, October 18, 2013

After a long time


First of all, imagine me with my face hung down with shame, mumbling apologies to the very kind blogger friend who passed on this lovely Blogger Award to me,, for being so late in acknowledging it :(.
Believe me when I say this award means a lot because it’s a rare achievement when people call me optimistic. I am glad that may be not in face to face conversations, but at least through my words people spot some positivism in me. So, I thank you Ashna for this! :)



Now, now, *rubbing the palms together in excitement* I really am looking forward to answering the questions tagged along with the post. I simply love doing that. Feels like I am some celebrity replying to one-liners and sorts, especially prepared for me (Okay, they aren't exclusively for me but hey, what’s the harm in assuming!)
Now with no more delay, let’s start the play. What say? (Pathetic rhyme, I know!)
Here you go, my reply to these intelligent questions, as I accept the Positive Blog Award. :)

1. Which post that you have written on your blog is your most favorite of all and why?
 As much as I would like to act smart, and answer “My next post”, I actually can’t say that. You know how  much I’ve been whining around these days :P. I’ll rather choose one of the 55ers written by me. The content  was close to my heart. Add to that the poem on my childhood, The Little Me, as I was surprised how I  summed up a lot from my childhood in those few lines.
2. Which post that I have written on my blog is your favorite and why? 
 Now that’s a real tough question. You probably know how sincerely I stalk your blog, and profile too ;). To  choose one post, I’ll go with Memories, simply for the heartfelt emotions you have put in there. I have a long  list of other posts too, some that made me laugh, some that made me think, and some that made me identify  with you, but huh! So little space!
3. How would you define love,hope faith and life in one sentence?
 Love, hope and faith- a right proportion of the three and you know you are living a Life. :)
4. What is that one thing you can’t tolerate in a person?
 Trying to dominate others’ thoughts. It’s okay if you are living an awesome life with your ideals and thoughts  but you can't force them on people. Share it with the others.All are capable of choosing for themselves.
5. What defines YOU in one word?
 Confused :D (I have confusion over this too :P)
6. If we were to meet somewhere out of the blue, what would you say to me? How would you identify me, if  you had to approach me and confirm if it is Ashna indeed?
 Even though those smart pics on FB already tell me how you look like, I’ll doubt if it’s really you in front of  me. In general case I’ll take years to decide whether to approach you or not, and by the time I finalize you  might have already left :P. But sidekicking this habit of mine, I’ll rather approach you with a “Hey, if I am not  wrong, you are Ashna, Ashna Banga?”, while simultaneously praying in mind to be saved from any e  embarrassment. And yes, while approaching you I’ll also have a good look and check whether you have  that Rapunzel hair or not :P.
7. Do you believe that people are allowed to break your heart in a relationship?
 No, I’d never want that. Well, who wants that anyway? But it’s my responsibility too to make sure I am not  giving away reasons for the other person to do that.
8. What is that one thing that you love about yourself?
 Few remnant traits of the 18th century civilians in me :D.
 And one more thing, that I was reminded of when I read your reply to this one. I don’t stay angry for too  long. This is partially because I can’t stay quiet and when at home I get upset, just a few minutes in my room  (with the door shut in anger), and I creep out expecting some attention :P.
 Socially, I hardly get into tussle with people (*touchwood*), obviously if you don’t count the loud  fights  with brothers :D.
9. How productive are you? What do you follow in order to be productive?
 To be true, not much. I am satisfactorily full when it comes to having ideas. But they seldom come out live.  And that’s something I hate about myself.
 I sometimes view a thing from the consequential end to come up with a satisfying result.
10. How did you come across my blog and what was your first thought on my blog and me?
 Ah! This is the best of all the questions because yours was the first blog that I gave a good time to read. It  was like while travelling around the FOSK page, I came across a post link by Rachit. And from his blog, I  found you. And I am glad :).
 The word ‘young’ in Pages from a Young Diary caught my attention because at that time I was fascinated  by everything young! :D. And obviously I found both you and your blog, amazing or else I would not have  been typing the answers here (I hope you get what I mean ;) ).

 I’ll now happily knock some other blog doors, to spread some positivism. Here,  congratulations Positive  Bloggers:
 Privy Trifles at Memoirs of Me and Reviews & Musings, for she is an epitome of love. She  may not even  realize but will teach you a lot about life that you otherwise come across  but fail to notice. She ‘lives’ life.
 Aaekay at A blog To Remember. Taking life as it comes, she has set out great examples  many a times.

Keep smiling :)
Be Positive ;)

  

                                                                                                                                             -Srishti







Thursday, October 17, 2013

The wrong steps :-/


Hello people!
*a sheepish grin*

I know, I know, I deserve a big smack on my head for breaking those sort of promises I made in a recent post, gathering myself like some cadet on a mission and declaring how I am no more going to give my pen and ‘random-thought’ notebook a hard time, and being present here with a post every weekend. I was set back in the first schedule itself. *SIGH* :(. And this time I can’t even blame the college (nothing to dance about dear college, I’ll take a toll on you pretty soon *muhahaha*).
Okay, so I have no such excuses to justify the sin. I was just being overly lazy, greedily consuming the vacation time like I was getting it after a zillion births. And to prove this, I have loads of untouched pending assignments and preparation too. How ridiculous it is that we students plan so much before the vacations, but eventually end up buried under another sack full of never-interesting works -_-.

Well, on this last day of vacations the Almighty showered upon me another round of realization, which talks of how I’ve mastered the art of procrastination. I mean, who in her sane and sincere state decides to type away random posts like this, when she has two class tests, two presentations, and still not known number of other submissions lined up for the next week. But hey! It was Durga Pooja, and my house looks nothing less than a temple at this time of the year (Yay! Got a point.). But giving it a detailed thought, would it have actually helped if  I wasn’t caught up in the pooja hustle bustle? I guess not. And that’s the worrying point. I hardly study.
Apart from the vocal transmission of lectures at college, which some teachers, the Research ‘scholars’ are pathetic at, I rarely attend to any other source of knowledge. Okay, I admit I have never been a diligently sincere student, but even this is least expected of me by some. And that is what hurts, not standing even somewhere near the expectation radar. And by these “some” I mean the family. Amidst all these, I even felt like giving out a cry for what I have made of myself- a totally weary and uninterested kid. The only appreciable thing I did this vacation was going for some outing (Phew! Thank God! SOMETHING good).
Googled

And yes, (un)fortunately, I have few friends and college mates who, I think under effect of some wrong medication, think I belong to the brainy clan of our batch. Heck! If anyone of you is reading this, please look beyond my spectacles. There stays an ever-sleeping pair of eyes! Agree, I sometime (or every time?) act too obedient and I-don’t-know-how-to-break-rules type but here, listen everyone, I do that not because I am afraid of staining my repu or anything, but because I just don’t feel like taking the twisted away.
But but, quite ironic to my above confession, I am changing. Yes, I have walked a few steps into the ‘good girl gone bad’ crowd (obviously my interpretation of the line is fairly..ahem..nice) and it’s just not me! *a loud wail*. And it’s just not about these rules and disciplines. In the light of trying on new things, I believe I am going too far. I guess I have attempted to a lot of changes, all at once and I need to undo that. It’s a change for some good when I am slowly succeeding in battling the OCDic in me but not when dumping the miser in me. I don’t know what went wrong in the circuit of my brain that I suddenly started hating this image of a miser. I mean, what’s bad if I am one. After all, it’s one of those things I am famous for. Why let the fame slip away? :P So, thanks to a recent eye-opening incident, I am back to my ‘OMG! That’s too costly’ self, and that’s a dream ruining alarm for all those foodies planning to bankrupt me on my next b’day. I already have a good list of excuses prepared B-).

So as I was saying, the changes! While I should be bringing changes on fronts like my views about my ownself, I find myself leaping towards the materialistic ones. It’s nice if you know you are changing for good, but what when you don’t know where it’s actually leading to? I am more inclined towards the latter unknown phase I guess. I am picking on some new arenas, and in the process stampeding my ideals. Am I supposed to do that? Well, the intellect says no. So, no. I am crossing out the unnecessary developments. Hoping for some success. :-!

And the pending works, and projects and blah and blah? What? I have always been like this! :P
Okay, okay. That’s where I actually need to change, no? Well, then I hope my next post is topped with some happy elements like how I rocked at the presentations, and how I gave the best paper ever! Me and my unrealistic dreams! Bah! But still people, tell  me. Is it like this with everyone? :-! Share your experiences please, and some actually working tips to help me focus. Pretty please?

Googled.


Confused and running out of brain,

-Srishti

Saturday, October 5, 2013

For the Best One :)



My ray of sunshine
Even on the darkest way
A patient listener
To all the matters of my dismay
A slight push from your side
And I know I’ll win every fray
Here’s a bit from me
On your special day!


Surprising it is that I am struggling to form sentences to write for you mom, when I actually had a lot of it already prepared in my mind. But then that’s what you know your daughter is  like- A scholar in unlearning things, no? :D. Well, there are still loads I can write, like, you are not among, but the best and the most beautiful person in my life, and I mean it when I say this. There are times I feel I have an invisible string attached to you. Yes, something not seen but readily felt. How it is then that at times you know even better of me than myself, how you guess what’s eating my brain up even before I figure it out, how you are right most of the time when you make a guess on how my paper went, as soon as I enter the house. ‘Most of the time’-because you seldom are wrong as well :P but then never did it happen that I could fool you with a sullen face  saying “Bohot bekar exam tha :(. You caught me every time! How is it that you knew (as a kid) I was about to cry over phone, whenever you were away from home? It’s all because of that string, I believe!

A pic from my birthday, for your birthday :P
(You know how distinct of a creature your daughter is)

Mom, I love you that much that just your presence around makes me feel secure. In any grave situation, you are like that support which pops up just in time. And I never told you but the sound of your anklets too gives me that ‘mum’s around’ assurance. I clearly remember how you listened to me, amidst your chores, every other day when back from school  I laid down with my narrations on how bad a certain teacher was or how I once again failed to answer in class. Even though you don’t have the best of the solutions but I still like to stuff you  up with the betrayals and ditching I face. And that is why Mom, however much laughs and jokes I share with my friends, lying with my head in your lap is the soothing most moment in the whole day. And I’ll never part with that, even after your complaints that I am no more the light little kid of 90s. :D.

*True that I used to crib listening to the same lines coming from you, usually at the same time of the day, but now I actually smile at those. It’s like my breakfast is incomplete unless your dose of “Ehsaan kar rahi ho na khane pe”, and your “Kya karein iss ladki kaa” actually reminds me of your level of tolerance. And of course, the best of all “Doosre ghar jaogi tab pata chalega”, which makes me wonder why will I even do that in the first place! :P. Yes I am definitely not an ideal child, being the most disobedient head hammering tension of your life, but you are undeniably an ideal Mom. Who else would have been able to humanize such a child, otherwise? ;) And yes, for all that silly fights I have with you, it hurts me more than anything for being so bad-tempered and every single time I wish I get to undo the scenes. I hope I soon outgrow this ugly trait of mine. Sorry maa! :/

You don’t read my blog, but every time you hear from people praising my efforts, I know I’ve made you proud. I have felt that clearly, and you must know that I am prouder of myself just because of the fact that I am the reason for that glint in your eyes. I promise to make sure that never goes dim. I know behind every line of yours that conveys my good-for-nothingness, there lies a hope for my bright future, and a little pride for my minute achievements. Just don’t let that hope die.
And one more time- I love you Maa! :’)


P.S.: It was my mum’s happy happy birthday last Friday, and while I failed to write this for her that day (courtesy: dear college), I was determined not to dump the idea. After all, the love is the same everyday!


*While it was still pending from my side to make this post for my mother, I came across this wonderful piece Dhara from 'My Cactus Dress',  wrote for her Mom. For the part regarding mother’s love for such evergreen dialogues, all credits to you and your awesome blog, Dhara :).


                                                                                                                                               -Srishti

Thursday, October 3, 2013

Realisations & Comeback :)



Today Yesterday, during one of those random-thoughts session of mine, where I was rethinking on my god-knows-how-much-old plan of giving tuitions to the kids in my locality, I had this sudden realization of how pathetically I have linked myself off writing. Now you may wonder how are the two linked. Let me explain….As I was telling, the tuitions, yes! What possibly am I capable of teaching? Maths? How in a normal state of mind can you even think so!! O_o Okay, pardon the exaggeration but I don’t think any sane kid would trust me with numbers. Science? Hell no!  Social? Probably, but who would want tuitions for that!  English? Yes, certainly and only.  And since I am naturally good at being bad at mostly all arts, except the art of sleeping, so I firmly believe I’ll remain forever unemployed in that field.
So as I was ‘re’thinking about this whole thing, I came up with the idea of holding regular writing sessions for these kids (my assumed students), where they’ll write about daily happenings in life, or about anything that catches their attention in the whole day, from their class mate’s new pencil box to their teacher’s mismatched slippers :P…in either language, English or Hindi. The basic idea behind the session clearly was to develop a practice of writing. BUT BUT BUT, just then it hit me- Who IS thinking of all this? Me, who hasn’t written a single good content in the past 1 and a half months? :O Shame that I claim that my writings will someday bring me fame -_-. I mean, yeah it’s obvious I hate my college for draining me out of all time and energy that I can put in blogging and stuffs,and I also hate all life-disturbing events/calamities (will elaborate some other time), but I believe it’s highly lazy of me to not even make a single proper entry  in my ‘random thoughts bearing’ notebook, and just making a presence here with a couple of flop posts for blog competitions :/. Throughout the day, there are several ideas and lines that knock on my brain, but I hardly care to give them a written form. How insensitive, no? They can size up into a nice write up, I guess but it’s sheer stupidity on my part. You believe, there are few entries I tried making in the past month and they are still hung mid-way. Pity!

So now, though I am not promising, but I will write every day, anything,  and will make sure something from this anything turns into a blog post in the weekends- a much needed self-deal :D. Yes folks! That means I am ‘literally’ alive, dying to get back here. I will soon, or let’s say I already am :D.
About the tuitions? I am stillll thinking………:P


P.S.: Since you already took the pain to let your eyes strain, why not leave a comment on this post so mundane? (Anything for a rhyme :P). I seriously am bored of those silly mails from silly sites, ruling my silly mailbox. And that’s one of the reasons too, why I made this post :P, the other being  that I missed this place! :’)

P.P.S: I really don’t believe I actually wrote something. Wow! :D


Thanks for your time.
Keep smiling.
:)


                                                                               -  Srishti