helping hands....

Being a modern (not western),independent (rather i shud say bondless) and career oriented girl it has always been my aim to excel in studies and to spend as much time as i can in library....reading works of literature ,reading newspaper ,watching and taking part in debates and extra curricular activities....but all this and more can only satisfy my career goals and can never make me feel proud of myself....

i can never be satisfied by my performance as a person...but today i felt really happy by just doing a bit for someone in need...i wrote for a blind girl in my class because we had to submit an eassy and that too we had to write on d spot....as soon as i completed my work and submitted it to my teacher...she asked me for a favour and asked me to write for that blind girl...who was willing to write but wasnt able to do so coz she forgot her special notebook back home...so she went on speaking about the topic and i wrote it down ......as i was leaving the class she enquired about my name and said a very heartious thankyou.....

the feeling i had at that moment was very sensitive.....i jst smiled and moved on.....now i know whats the differnce between being successful and being a perfect person.... :)  

through the mirror.....

she completed all her household responsiblities and got a moment to relax.....her legs were too tired....head was getting heavy....she wanted to take rest tilll he comes home.....firstly she ensured that baby is sleeping......then she walked slowly towards her room and was about to surrender against tiredness but she saw herself from the corner of eye in the mirror....
her hairs were tied up but had bits of flour....her eyes were lil blackish coz the kajal got messed up.....her dupatta  was tied against her waist and she was looking no better than a maid........she remembered the days after her marriage.....   she used to get ready every morning and he huggeg her tight for making his day so nyc.....and now.....after 5 years of marriage and having a child.....she has turned down drastically because in the dilemma of running for his socks and baby's cerelac ....his spectacles and baby's nappy......she almost forgot the habit of dressing herself in beautiful saree and putting light makeup.........


but that evening a kind of abrupt enthusiasm took over her tiredness ..........she got up......took her towel and went into the bathroom.........an old song started somewhre nearby her window...... "sajna hai mujhe sajna k liye......lallallalallalalala"  .......after cleaning the mess she made of herself all day round....she took out an old light blue saree( he will love this on me, its his fav color).......wrapped it very graciously against her waist.......wore a light pendent(he gifted her this pendent on their engagement)....a beautiful piece of oval shaped blue stone studded earring (his all time fav).....used a kajal pencil to highlight her evr energetic eyes ......few light bangles and a perfume (he gifted her 2 years back)......

now she was ready to recieve him and part away all his tensions,tiredness and bad mood...........

suddenly the door bell rang......she got up slowly......opened the door and he was deep within the sea of refreshment the moment he saw her and he said..........  :-  u r the most beautiful lady on this earth.......atleast.....its my point of view.....

and that was all that mattered..........his point of view........... :)

walked a new road....learnt a new lesson...grew few years older in a day

sometimes u misunderstand urself as a person who is very smart and bold enough to face the outside world.....but...then comes the lesson which experience teaches u....u get to know how big a fool u  r ....or how much u r prepared to face the challenges of this world......

its very truly said :-  no one can use u until and unless u let him/her do......

thnx to my father ....and my godamnn gene .....m a vry big helping hand for evryone around me....earlier i used to think that they will love me and respect me even more if i will help them to take their care.....but now it seems lyk..... i was very wrong......i misunderstood their habit of exploiting  my helping nature to d fullest.....

but then , there were some moments when i needed their help and support  ,and then i got to know that not evryone is as idiotic as i am.....and every one left me dumbstruck by waving there hands and biding me a gudbye when i needed them the most......

and thats whne i got to learn....if u don have the courage to walk alone....no one will ever walk wid u....and if u have the tendency of keep walking with everyone.....many of them will leave u alone before reaching the end

living my day to d fullest

yesterday...dat is 19th of august 2011....had lotss of fun...freshers party is the day where we officially get the permission to join the fulltu mast campus life....initially the function was damn boring...so my group decided to return back home....but suddenly we heard that the dj part of function is about to start..we all cried out wid joy but indra devta entered the scene ....rain was on its full flow...when one of our intelligent alumni suggested...lets do rain dance...

and

fun began...i threw away my footwear and dashed to the auditorium...actually all of us did the same....we enjoyed a lot...dancing on all feet tapping songs...but the best ones were.. lakkh 28 kudi da and sweety sweety tera pyaar chahi da...although i hate such songs but they are really the best ones  for dancing and especially wid frnds....

loooooovvvveeeeddddddd my freshers party........ :)

my loads of thnx to union and alumni members..........laxmibai college.........rockkkkkksss

caged freedom

every 15th august we used to attend the flag hosting ceremony in our school and then at home papa used to bring lots of jalebi and sev....at that time we never bothered to think about why is dis day celebrated or what does it signify....

now,when m old enough to understand such heavy and confused words....i find myself in a situation where right to choose,right to information,right to move anywhere in india,right to speech has been blocked...

right to choose :- i wonder if we girls ever had this right?? we can't choose the subject we want to study,we can't choose what clothes to wear,we can't choose the person we want to marry....

right to information :- i guess it doesnt neeed any clarification since all of us know how much transparent our present day government is..

right to move anyewhere in india :- being a bihari i can say this right has been denied to us in a minor or major way..if we move to maharastra they mind it,if we move to assam they mind it,if we move to tamil nadu they mind it....


right to speech :- when people like anna hazare,kiran bedi or kumar vishwas say something against the government...either they are alleged directly or they  cage them in some kind of dirty politics...all this and more

but still we are proud to be an indian because "koi bhi desh perfect nai hota,use perfect banana hota hai, hum banayenge apne india ko perfect "

happy independence day....:)

the gigantic world of google

i read somewhere.. "unless ur name is google,stop acting like u now everythng " ....

the line compelled me to think about the limits of google and the reality of information provided by it....

google is just like mother and we all are like very small kid...whatever it says..most of us believe it..without knowing the source of information....yesterday my senior asked me a question about prepostion and  all of us turned up to google.... we are getting dependent on google or we can say internet day by day...thats resulting in less memory power,detoriating grammer and ofcourse bewildering spelling mistakes...

 sooner we will be saying " sabka mallik ek" -google devta :)

unwanted solitude ........

its rakshabandhan tomorrow and m sitting in my hostel ....its almost deserted coz most of my frnds left for their native place....

i can't go because its 1109 kms away....but m  missing ghar terribly...since last 21 days i have become habitual of the non stop noise...silly fights, cute smiles...poor jokes, heartious laughs,serious studies...

every morning i literally pull them down their beds ...and then we all help each other to get ready and reach college on time...for next 4 days there will be lazy mornings...monotonous days and lonely nights...

life is so different in hostel na    u reach a new height...a new road to cross...a new journey to enjoy...new challenges to be faced...new people...new mistries...

and in d process u get to know such people who become a lovely part of ur journey...they can't help wid ur exams but can suddenly help u create an enviornment of study...they can't be ur mother and nourish u like her but they can suddenly take ur care...they are companion in all sorts of mishchief and masti....they just make ur walk damn memorable...

....i miss my cute dolls...come back soon frnds.. :(

fame vs quality

today i heard someone saying.....u r studying in laxmibai. ??? b.a ??? u did +2 from non medical science na...then why a simple b.a course ...oh yes maybe u didnt studied enough and i was dumbstruck.... i thought....is it right to weigh sumone's talent on d basis of the fame of the college he/she is studying in???

i guess...... no....being in laxmibai college is not a matter of pride for me...but its a matter of satisfaction...satisfaction of my urge to study under the supervision of  one of the best faculties of delhi university....because i know ...whatever i will get to learn from them will build me up as a better human and i will be able to stand in dis competitive world.....  i will not get all this just by d famous name of a college.......

famous colleges most of the times give ATTITUDE ....but what we need to be an intellact and sometimes successful is APTITUDE .....i know and more than that i believe ....i will learn a better temprament towards life and studies being under better guides....rather than being in better campus or canteen....

so i conclude....m very happy to be in laxmibai....to be LAXMIBAI... :)

new end

here i am...in delhi...the capital of india...i came here 2 weeks ago..from a small INDIAN town...drabhanga

these 2 weeks were really different from last 16 years of my life...the small area of delhi in which i live , is much bigger than my town...but d space in  everyone's heart is very small...last sunday i went to d nearby market ,i had to give 5 rs to the rickshawle bhaiya and i wanted a change of 10 rs....i had to search atleast 15 shops and then i got a change of 10 rs....

this was my first experience of dilwalon ki delhi....  

ye delhi hai mere yaar....dilwalon ki delhi