MuTeD

Still wondering...what’s wrong with me ??is the world pacing up, or am I walking slowly?

I remember walking on the street by myself in the evening. The crowd around me was in sheer hurry to reach itz destination, cars honking, buses over crowded, peddlers waiting for the signal to turn green so that they can rush into their homes where their loved ones shall be waiting for their arrival. It was probably one of those moments when my mind turns mute, stops responding, the sounds of the techno nature fills in my ears....i was totally lost in the crowd around me...like a carcass body, i was unable to see, feel, hear anything..except for the noises around... i have taken this road umpteenth times before but still it looks different today....i walked in, the road looked familiar to me.... similar to the road which I used to take few years back...miles away from the place I am in currently....the same road which was taken by my school vanl, where I spent uncountable moments yapping about nothing at all...mocking people who barely have anything to do with my life....laughing insanely without any reason...

It suddenly reminded me of my kindergarten days...when all 4 of us from my family would start an expedition in full spree to absolutely nowhere,laughing, talking over the small sibling fights...

ummm.... anyhow...life's completely different now.... I have to complete my assignment as fast as i can...i remember asking for a black sheet of paper..not again!! Black! Again some Goth topic...do i really like gothic stuff?? Guess not...well anyhow 2yrz down the lane, i was a pink freak

.then a pasta packet...I never liked them before...but yeah..my taste has changed over a period of time....I will manage it for tomorrow’s dinner......but yeah..forgot..i have classes till late, so wont be in a condition to cook my dinner. So ready to eat would work...

Life seems so slow when things don’t happen the way u had expected...the road which i could have walked with my loved ones is walked by me in solitude, maybe i was too busy looking high up into the sky to relish the sight of beautiful birds flying to celebrate their freedom...or was looking down kicking the small pebbles lying on the road, that made me miss the moments that could have only felt in normal view line...

on my way back, i saw the 4 yr old daughter of my house maid, a familiar face..i passed a smile, that provoked an innocent smile on her lips....

I walked back home, waiting for a beaming face to open the door for me...

Just realized that...what it might seem to you might not be how it is in reality....

i hastily searched for my keys...opened the door, switched on the lights, pondering over the submission that’s due next Saturday. i had waited for an entire week to get an offday today.. Cant wait for tomorrow to move in to the place where i don’t belong...where i am nothing more than ‘Ipsi’...where i pass fake smiles to all, have forgotten how it looks when one smiles with the heart....but this is where i always wanted to be...this is what i have chosen for myself....the world's on mute...n is definitely acting deaf ears to all my queries....one more day of my life has come to an end......& i recall nothing but the naive smile of that baby girl....

life is beautiful...but unfortunately...i have never been a good admirer of beauty..

~~~~IPSITA~~~

fRoM mY eYeS..!!

The fragments of my illusionary life are wrecks sublime....

Yearning to be discovered until I plunge into the layers of bliss,

I see, I hear, I feel a bewitched elevation that leads me to a world...so unknown

With conviction in heart, desires in eyes...I walked the walk...talked the talk...n headed towards a nameless destination...

Reality unfolds...I break out of my illusion

I open my eyes...I envisage the trail so uncertain...yet promising....

The journey begins with the dawn that assures verve of innocence...

Longing to be screened by the eternal love of his blood...

I see, I hear, I feel the whiff of purity that emerges from the glistening gaze of the fresh bud

That promises a life that matches my imagination

The inquisitiveness seeps in to the life of the budding bud...

& sink in to a world where incongruity rules and reason fades into oblivion

i see, i hear, i feel...the beauty reaching its peak,

The blooming flower assures to paint the days ahead with the colors of passion

Wishing to conquer the world with the power of beauty...

& quenching the unbearable urge to give vent to my expectation..

I see, I feel, I hear...the emotions guiding the unruly heart beat...

Love is in the air, i am afraid that this ecstatic start can abruptly end without any revelation...

The best phase of this journey.

.wishing to get lost in the aura of compassion..

But the reality seizes by the throat..

The lines that one articulates are the only culmination...

The fragments of my illusionary life are wrecks sublime...

Yearning to be shrouded until I plunge into the layers of empathy

I see, I hear, I feel the dark dots merged with the emotions so immaculate...

The innocence is lost in the world of shadowy musings

Blinded by the unfounded inferences borne out of the fallacies....

Turning into a zombie, a puppet of shadowy flesh, coveting for a life in compensation

I see, I hear, I feel, with the tears flowing thru the veins of my lifeless carcass body...

I gape at the sordid cesspool, feeling the dreams as I introspect....

Coveting to move on & on & on screening my exasperation

The journey that displayed an array of vibrant colors

That taught me to walk with adulation

The expedition of knowledge, faith, emotions... starts to dawdle

I see, I hear, I feel the contention in the brooding eyes...living in a neutral state of being..

Desiring to float in the air with the conscience that had guided throughout....

The dusk nears down...ready to close the eyes & merge in the white world that awaits....

The journey doesn’t end here...

i see, i hear, i feel...a life ahead of life located in the ecstatic land of utopia..

~~~IPSITA~~

tHe SiLeNt NoIsE...!!

Woken up by the eerie night...

She stood still to glance at her own reflection

She sees the fear, the unfamiliarity, the unquenchable thirst, yet she stays out of sight

She undoes her mask, lingering for the revelation

A voice, so mellow, hums the hymns of her life...the silent noise.

A voice, so thunderous, guides her to her soul....the silent noise.

A voice, so lucid, illustrates a new her................the silent noise.

She hears those voices...

Wondering...r these real??

She hears those noises...

marveling..how should she feel??

a voice that guides her....the silent noise

a voice that keeps her company in her solitude...the silent noise

a voice that grasps her when she falls...the silent noise

It’s her soul speaking...

Urging her to fling the bellowing past...

its her inner desire murmuring...

Dieing to scroll out a reason to smile at the appalling past

a voice that enlightens the murky path...the silent noise

a voice that tries to kill the swarming pest of sorrows that drapes her life....the silent noise

a voice that introduces her to her own reflection....the silent noise!!...

~~~IPSITA~~~

LiFe--4m My eYeS...!!!

The waves singing the lullaby of nature...breaking the deafening silence by hitting themselves aesthetically to the huge rocks that is adorned by the crawling crabs, some moving restlessly while others basking under the evening rays of the crimson colored sun...the chirruping of the flying birds doubling the beauty of the evening sky that seems to have merged with the sea far away.... Beaches have always been an attraction for me since i was a kid, overlooking the fact that as a kid I used to have nightmares of drowning in an ocean.but honestly..They just take me away from myself; I just love to feel the cool breeze flowing me & the melancholy voice of the waves hitting the shore...sometimes the ambiance becomes so still that one can actually hear the sound of his own breath...i have this habit of getting lost in my own web of thoughts when I am on a beach, so today rather than spending time with myself & ending up with tears at the end, I decided to kill time by watching people...totally relaxing it is... the lovely sight of kids hoping around...lovers whispering sweet nothings onto each other’s ears, families relaxing & clicking each others pics, aged people- some lost in their own mysterious worlds while some engaging all their senses into discussions on topics that no one but them would enjoy to indulge in...Group of ladies tattling & enjoying their hearty meal of junk food, fitness freaks jogging around...the balloon walas trying their level best too woo kids to persuade their momma’s to buy them some lovely balloons from them...the vendors publicizing n fighting with others to prove that no 1 sells better panipuris, sundel, candy floss in town than them...less fortunate people begging around withstanding the straight faced people that includes most of the above mentioned...

there was something that kept me glued to the place...there was a kid around 7 who belonged to one of the balloon walas...he was begging &crying, although i couldn’t understand his language but from his gestures I could make out that he was trying to say that he was awfully hungry. One of us handed him over a packet of brown bread...he was soooo very elated...i seriously cant describe those shining eyes filled with happiness...he then straight went running to his mother to show her what he got for himself....n she equally anticipated in her son's happiness ....

on the opposite road there was a veryyy cute baby must be something around 5..a French, accompanied by his mum...dressed in lovely clothes...he was running all over carrying a round blue balloon with his mum chasing him...seemed to be a perfect lovely image.... This made me wonder:...how diverse each of one us is from the other...why do we have to do things that we do...why cant we have it the way we expected to have happened...if

dreams are to be broken...then whatz the point in dreaming...there are so many hindrances that block our paths & prevent us to reach our destination...

I never intended to land up in a field where one is expected to sell his own ideas, creations that I would rather prefer to keep it to myself...how can one think of earning money from things that you enjoy doing in life, by displaying them & giving others the right to judge them,, n showcasing your personal creation over someone who is not you....how can one turn into a plastic puppet so as to get a momentary pleasure by achieving some materialistic luxury...why are we expected to keep running when we are totally aware that, while we are busy chasing worldly pleasres we might overlook the small joys that once used to liven up our souls n minds......

I thought over it;which made me realise that there are certain common reasons associated with everything done by an individual....there are things that we have to do..inspite of not really wanting them to...all I can do is to accept life as it shows with a smile..coz u never know...what you goin to see the next day....

Well my mini vacation to pondycherry came to an end...it was time to return back, sleep,..& get up early the next morning so as to catch the first bus to Chennai....


~~~IPSITA~~~~

mE aGaInSt....!!!

Lost I am in the shadows of my past,

Yearning to screen myself from me

The apparition crawled over me leaving me all aghast

Wishing to evade myself from me

My times of yore haunt me

Longing to depart my soul from me

I screech & scream!!!......

Coveting to speak my heart...but whom do I share my vicious past with...???

without squishing my blood’s panoramas about me....??

Lost I am amidst the confounded crowd....

They scorn at my weary soul

The elves of this world accuse me aloud

They despise me & seldom let me touch my goal

The dreams that adorned my eyes shattered

Leaving my dark deceased soul all withered

I cry & yell......

Longing to share my grieves...But whom do I talk to???...for mates don’t trust after being exposed to my naked soul...

Lost I am in the meadows of abhorrence

Longing for that hallucinatory life

The loving remembrance is a past & so is my reverence waiting for the love to conceal the memories of my dark life

My murky life had a new vision to aggravate my state

The love disowned me after trifling with my soul...

I shriek & rebel.....

Wishing to be loved in spite of my gloomy doom...whom do I ask 4....knowing that the love is not mine to command....

Lost I am in this new transformed world

Tired of being a puppet of shadowy flesh

Like a wingless butterfly forced to place exactly into the new mould

i wish to liberate from the bondage mesh

i am confined to a glass dungeon for my dark past

I see all, without feeling anything, desiring to inhale some air at last....

I fight & demand....

Craving to b free...begging to get back my life...waiting for a miracle to take place..But whom do I ask to????? I have woken up to my solitude...

Have lost all faith..have noone 2 answer the questions....for an atheist never believes in miracles....so there I am all again lost

Lost in the dying world...

Yearning to be lost....

Away from me.....

~~~Ipsita~~

tHe HuMmInG wInD....!!!!!!!!

The humming wind promised me a striking dream
The smile assured me the life I desired
The voice kept me in full beam...
The illusion perfected the world I treasured...



The humming wind promised me a transformed life
The melody made me lost in ecstasy
The words that were uttered were no rife
The life ahead looked quite easy


The humming wind promised me an eternal liaison
The gaze of honesty dissolved my worries
The breath of freshness gave me utter elation
The strong hold of love transformed me into a garden of roses


I was lost in me....the blissful life was a step away.......I was ready to shut my eyes to feel the new life...
But nature had a different game plan...
I hold my breath...I hide behind my soul as reality unfolds...
Oh! Almighty divine being...i have been deceived...lost all faith in myself..my dreams...& everything that keeps me ticking....

I woke up to my own shadow, wishing to be lost in the mirage of my life....
A world that is anonymous to me...
I woke up to a dying life that can never thrive...
An unpleasant reality that was never in favor of me
I woke up to a sordid verve.....
A smile lied to me
The eyes deceived me...
The melody slaughtered my soul...
I woke up to all my woes....


But why do I still long for that illusion..the life,,,the beauty I cherished...
Why do I still believe in that lost love....the warmth of affection that was never mine??
Why do I still trust in....
the humming wind that promised me a striking dream??

nEw-"U"

1/1/2008
Yippee...!!! Its new year again...loads of fun...Frolic...party...& eclectic food to celebrate the year so as to give a blissful start to the year ahead....Happy New Year to all of those reading this piece...
Unlike other days, I marked the day by roaming around aimlessly as well as on a bingeing spree with my family....that was fun except for the fact that I am so stuffed as of now...that I have no option but stick to this lappy....so I thought of penning down something that was ticking the back of my mind since the time I came home for my winter break...I was wondering, whether the world where I was born & brought up at changed all of a sudden within a span of a year...or is it me who’s imagining things....
While conversing with a very dearest friend of mine I was put in a really awkward situation when she said something that really baffled me because I had never expected her to say something like that.... on asking how she spent her vacation..in no time she replied—“ it was seeccksyy” ahem!!ahem!!! She took a long journey to be at her friend’s place, who stays with her dad, who’s mostly busy going for tours & attending meetings
...& they spent the days watching porn flicks which they got it for rentals from a nearby shop & relishing rums & beers & went for guy-watch & paid daily salon visits
...she had her share of fun when her parents were contended thinking that their child is busy preparing for her coming sems at the hostel...
.well to give a brief character sketch about her as she was when I had last seen her i.e. a year back
—I would say every person would have come across such a girl in their lifetime for sure...a person who has never really stepped outside the world of integration-differentiations, molecules- atoms, dynamics..etc etc..who treats her parents like someone who has just descended from heaven...who would never hang out at some zing-zang restaurant with all of us & whose idea of entertainment would be to visit some temple..advice people( specially to those who would never pay heed to any of her words no mater what) narrate each & every titsy bitsy details about how her day went & all....salwar-kameez clad never stepped into salon kinda look...a female chauvinist who was ready to pounce on any guy who makes a pass on us...& an avid believer of satyavadi harish chandra..thinks telling white lies would drag her straight to the doorway of hell
I am in short of words to describe her.. Someone who‘s from the black & white doordarshan zamana....
Well this was “XYZ” (name withheld) a year back...& present day she is---umm I am speechless...

I truly am in for of the article that came in times this Sunday which was titled as “bad is the new good” which listed the kinda changes that the youngsters are undergoing in themselves as well as on the surroundings to achieve what they want to...& become a free bird...they no longer have to be the slaves of society..age old adages which bound them to the customs & beliefs which they wanna run away from, to stay in a world that’s their own...From a school going child to an aged being everyone’s tied to the decrees of the so called world where we live in...Now the gen-x is coming outa the barriers & has defined
a new lifestyle that is written in accordance to their own terms which means liberating & doing what they want to...not what they are expected to..

Citing another example—“ABC”( name again withheld)(hint—my beshtest friend he is) a studious, ill fitting formal shirt guy who was always treated like a non-sexual entity (no offence intended), had no guy pals of his, was the victim of all nasty nuisances that were created by the classmates of his, a typical simpleton who would easily break into tears for some reason or the other....a mamma’s boy who would go out every evening sitting in between both his parents on the scooter driven by his dad (was quite a scene, I must say), was always laughed & mocked at..but truly an honest friend to be with..that was him a year back....knock!! knock!! Present day— I would like to start by eluding a conversation that he was having with a really arrghhh behenji kinda girl...she says “oh my!! Tum to mere peeche hi pad gaye”..then comes his answer in a melodramatic way “ itni sundar ladki ke peeche kaun nahin padega”.....eeekkksssss....yuck!! I have never heard anything more cheesy n crappy than this dialogue...anyhow, today, clad in denim boleros, straight fit trousers sleek glares, sexy wrist watch, he moves in swiftly with his spoilt idiotic guy friends(followers to be frank...so they could incorporate some of his stupid moves in their lifestyle),, he claims himself to have become quite a ladies man, & have started calling me babe (I wish they had emoticons here...i would have inserted the angry one), he has graduated himself to call himself a MAN (spoilt brat) who flirts in & out with every second girl...makes sure to hit the gym regularly, has made beer his best friend & tries to put in every fashion elements in his wardrobe....
As the times paper say, that today’s youngsters have no compunctions to openly emulate!
There’s a freedom in being labeled bad that good gals & guys never get to taste. Shah Rukh Khan’s “yenna rascala” in OSO has a strange liberating quality that appeal. If you are good, people around have expectations of you.in trying to live up to these as well as your own self image as a good person, you operate under immense pressure all the time. But once you are labeled as a “rascala” you are a free bird..no one excepts anything from you & you live your life on your own terms...on a serious note, today we have come a long way, & there is no such thing as good or bad..being true to yourself is the operative phrase.not loyalty to others. what maters is how we perceive your lives, its important for us to be aware of your deep instincts & desires as well as be loved by all/most inspite of their foibles, ones ought to have a courage to stand up & face the mirror...
Well, today I feel sooooo relieved...all those guilt of my past petty misdemeanors vanished all of a sudden...i could feel the soft pleasant breeze...since it’s the beginning of yet another wonderful year...we learnt a new defining relationship between good & bad. A fine balancing act that tips the favor towards good at some point while towards the bad the other, depending upon the circumstances. For this is how the new man is...no angel..no demon...just plain HUMAN........

reality check!!!...........

Like any other day..i woke up late last Thursday hoping for our classes to get suspended for some reason or the other…but such a thing happens once in a blue moon..my hard luck!!…I got out of the bed grumbling & nagging…I had to take a local train to get to my college due to heavy traffic during the peak hours…while commuting i have a tendency to lose touch with reality & sneak it to my fantasies..…it so happens that once I was walking so unmindfully that I was unable to recognize my parents who were standing a feet away from me taking my name loudly…but that day..something really caught my attention….while waiting for my train to come I saw an underprivileged family sitting at the platform fighting amongst each other over some plain boiled rice that was preserved in a colored polythene…
The family comprised of a young couple & their 2 kids…the girl around 2 & the other toddler was some months old I guess…the unkempt man was wearing a pair of ragged grubby shorts…his hairs were messy as if never been washed…& what I could see & count that he was mentally unstable as well from his body lingo…& was that he was least bothered about his kids…. the lady was clad with a single thin chiffon sari was breast feeding her younger baby…the elder daughter..a pretty thing she was..so very cute & bubbly she was..trust me on this--i felt like adopting her that very moment....(but of course I couldn’t cause I am too young for that) she was so lovely..she was hopping around holding a broken piece of toy…n at times she used to kiss & hug her younger sibling..very sweet she was..i just loved her…the younger baby was another baldy cutie pie...the weather was so humid & hot…for which the baby seemed uncomfy n irriatable…but later it slept peacefully…as I mentioned earlier the man was demented( one could easily say that watching his body lingo for a couple of moments)..That bristly man was picking the boiled rice from the polythene & was holding a blunt razor kinda thing with his other hand…& he was trying to slot in that razor into the soft skin of her daughter whenever she tried to sneak her hands into that polythene…afterwhich she used to throw a loud cry…but her parents stayed unperturbed by her cries…this was the entire scene….u know what made me observe them for so long…is the glint of happiness that showed in the eyes of that girl..i mean precisely she had nothing…she was not fortunate enough to meet the bare minimum requirements….but she hopped..played…shouted…laughed….sometimes a stanger teaches u a lot what a known 1 is unable to express….i seriously got the gesture which answered me loud & clear…to the question that I keep shooting at my dad as to why I cant be given the latest cellphone to flaunt or the costliest lappy which added features as compared to current 1 I am using…
My train came…that girl saw me staring at her…I threw a smile at her…I was reciprocated with the cutest smile I had ever received in my lifetime…she made my day…the day went really well….
I have no idea what to write next…but yeah!!...i remember a saying which I came across long back..which goes like--- You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.

unplugged!!!....

My mom often quotes-- life is incomplete without tears…then why is it difficult for me to accept life the way it shows…why do I keep chasing my worldly dreams that provides a pseudo momentary pleasure…why cant I just let it go..n do whatever i really want to without being judged. why cant I let my heart cry without bothering about what impression I am gonna put on others if I do so…why do I keep staring blankly searching for something that I am not familiar with… …I claim myself to be a no nonsense kind of person…then why do I want to liberate myself of these bondages & follow my heart…? I am not depressed….but why am I so lost…..what do I long for every time I shed tears over petty issues without ever realizing what am I really crying for… to be honest these questions have seriously muddled my life…& one thing that keeps bugging my life is that how do we judge people…as an individual..i think I am really good at it..in in fact I am very fast at predicting a person’s instinct as on what his next step gonna be..coz I am quite an observer I guess..but to be honest is it correct to judge a person from his gestures,..,talks or previous deeds or conducts??? Shakespeare once said ‘nothing is good or bad, only thinking makes it so….” Why can’t we follow this…? why do we tend to be harsh on people who have a bruised past..is it their fault ?? cant we just put blame on the situation that went wrong?? But who are we to decide whats wrong n what is right…infact..to put it this way..is there any adjudicator or judge who can filter n split our conduct/deeds into good & bad…personally I don’t believe in any kind of idol worship..i don’t visit any temple..i never join hands or vow my head in front of an idol…for me my God is my conscience..he is someone who I can relate & communicate with…he is no alien to me.,.hez a part of me…but the point is we are human beings no superpower we possess..why have we turned so mechanical…on a personal scale why cant I relish my butterscotch ice-cream without thinking about calories…why cant I kiss my loved ones without bothering about the crowd around me ….why am I preferred speaking sweet pleasant white lies over stark unpleasant true facts…why do I have to respect n socialize people who literally wish 2 stab my back…why am I presumed as being rude & unruly when I am a private person & wish 2 keep my emotions to myself…why am I judged by my appearances..why cant someone fall for me respecting my thoughts rather than craving to get lucky with me…why cant I be taken as something more than a pretty commodity… on retrospect why did I take up consuming alcohol, when I had sworn by my dad not to…he has been the 1 & only person in this planet who understands me to the core…& an epitome of courage & patience….has been an ideal to me very supportive & will always be…why cant I be an ideal daughter 2 such an ideal father….why was I not there with my best friend who loves me like anything without expecting anything from me in return, when he needed me the most…during a trial period of his life…he is always there for me whatsoever…but why cant I be a good friend to a wonderful person who I can say have understood the real meaning of life in a very young age…why did I betray the trust of someone who trusted me to the core…why did I act in such a self-centered way…why do I lose temper & put up really senseless acts when my chemistry teacher who happens to be the only teacher in my career who I really look up to….n a well-wisher of mine that he .is always with me till date to guide & advice me…a wonderful but bit sensitive human….in spite of acknowledging these points…why did I behaved in such a childish manner the other day when he said something he had the right to….why do I hurt my only sis by undermining her & pinpointing her weak points…who kisses me goodnight when I miss my mom…..gets really petrified when I am down with fever or something…& had sobbed a lot when I had to leave home for academic purpose….
what happened to the promises that I made long back to myself ….why have I become so unstable & disconnected from my loved ones
intentionally & unintentionally my acts have hurt lot of people who are acquainted to me…the only dilemma that I face is I really cant express the amount of love & respect I have for them…who do I blame..the situations that intrigued me to mask my emotions…or the mechanical life that has turned me into a plastic doll…i am tired of being a fake…these unanswered questions have taken a toll over my life…life interrogates me…but i have no answer…I would let my tears communicate for me…as they say- tears are words the heart cant express”

DiVaLiCiOuS!!!!....

“every woman knows all about everything.” --Rudyard Kipling

Gosh!! It feels so good being a woman…I was flipping through the magazine of India today when I came across this article which stated a handful of reasons as to why men envy women..or better still if I put it in this way…how are women superior..if not superior..how special they are as compared to the other sex…it just made me sit back & think of some wonderful elements of my life that I njoyed/njoy being a woman…
Dating back to the childhood days…every mamma wants her daughter to look at her best..frilly baby pink frocks..ribbons..ballerina shoes…cute beaded anklets,,,even as a child we had lot of options to pick from.. Again it’s a fact that in schools n even in the families..the guy child is always held responsible for any nuisance act commited,,,for teachers & parents think baby gals are sweet haloed creatures unlike the eternal born devils-guys..citin an example—i remember I was quite a notorious thing in school but since I was decent in academics n other curricular activities, I had kinda okay repute in school, I remember in my 6 or 7th grade..our class had this really frail short..snobbish kinda class monitor, but I must say he was outspoken n was kinda oversmart, & was appointed as class rep after going through a series of buttering n “u r always right ma’m” sessions with our then weird ‘straight outa som e other planet’ class teacher…on a particular day the entire class was punished where we were supposed to complete an assignment without putin our bums on d seat unless we are done, n he was there to make sure everyone does their works effectively without creating any hassles, a history assignment it was, it was obvious from my side to start messing around to kill time..i threw my books aside & sat down peacefully without giving a damn to that sicky creature,, seeing me lot of others had gathered enough guts to do the same..the class went out of his control, & I was the one who was talking & shouting at the top of my voice, this gesture of mine was more than enough for him to lose his temper..the very next moment our class saw a real good memorable war, we exchanged punches, kicks & slaps..lol..that was really funny..but since he was the one who started first..n being a gal it was obvious 4 me 2 fite back & take revenge..all I needed was some women supporters, which I got…& the next step was to xplode the bomb targettin him..& the result was he was badly thrashed by the teachers..carried a black mark throughout & his position was given to some1 else on the grounds of misutilising power & striking fights with angelic..softspoken persons..lol!!..that was a real memorable event in my life…girl power!!
Hmmm..now coming to the teenaged period….the best period in a gal’s life, lovely dresses accessories make-up bling-bling lookin stuffs n lot of other things..all u need is a little bit of mix-match n voila!! U are ready to rock!!!!..but poor guys they dnt have much options thse days..an ugly looking gal can look hot with some tricks..n can turn a few heads but not the same with guys..its a proven fact that guys stare at women…whereas women stare at other women..its an age old tradition which is stil continuing…& in a relationship, guys are expected to make d 1st move…they have 2 shed all their inhibitions to ask a gal out n should be even prepared to hear a ‘NO’..gals hardly face such circumstances...lot of discotheques provide ladies nite out n al that with free drinks n al..n guys..they need a partner wid them 2 enter the premises..



Then when it comes to having family, she plays the role of wife, daughter, mother effectively. Women play any role thrown at them with seemingly effortless ease.her salary goes straight into the shopping malls..clothes..jewelleries etc..in other words she likes to spend on herself…& n her hubby’s salary is expected to be spent on beautiful clothes & diamonds 4 his beloved spouse,,,that means more of clothes & accessories 4 us!! We love desserts we can relish them anytime & everytime..it produces endorphins..n makes us feel good…when it comes to men..they enjoy their boozing sessions with their men folks..but they drop their beer bottles at times to be with us, .then the most most important facet of being a woman is that they have the power to give birth & create life, men just get to stand by & watch...
Coming to the next stage..its an irony that kids are attached more to their mammas.. Ah, children. A woman knows all about her children. She knows about dentist appointments and romances, best friends, favorite foods, secret fears and hopes and dreams.A man is vaguely aware of some short people living in the house..mothers are divine beings..4 which we can numerous adjectives another women…& then it’s a fact that A woman has the last word in any argument…Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument….
Honestly speaking!! I would b dead if I weren’t a woman!!!..

d mYsTeRy unfolds......

Its said that.... During a typical lifespan, a human spends a total of about six years dreaming…(which is about 2 hours each night)..its a mysterious & fascinating world where rules & limitations of this pragmatic world/reality don’t apply. as a child I had always been one avid dreamer, who loved fantasizing & live in a totally different world , but as time rolled on I got in touch with a very weird passion that I incur, i.e to decipher dreams & connect it with the practical side of me & relating it to the pragmatic life I lead which includes countenancing the day to day situation. We live in this so called sordid cesspool where every single person wants to ram out others just as a part of their survival strategy….the darwin’s theory of the survival of the fittest still holds good, metaphorically speaking. Being in this rat race, we neglect the call from within, the call that foretells our future..our intuition. Dream analysis assists our senses & introduces us to a world that’s factual but looked on with a different perception from the same eyes….I believe dreams binds our body mind & soul....it brings out a totally new person out of us…it’s a method of self exploration that helps in contacting ones conscience..& discover oneself ..& it helps in to get oneself familiar with the deep desires..there are lot of times I have had experienced nightmares there was a time when I saw myself running amidst mysterious woods…holding something snugly across my chest…gasping & panting…being followed by a creepy dark creature who strangely though bear a halo…the next moment I see myself trying to pace up…but I m kind of held back by some unseen forces…the very next moment that ghostly shadow overtakes me taking the object that I was holding…in a helpless state I saw myself left abandoned…I suddenly woke up to a call that informed us of the sudden demise of my granddad…dreams certainly tells a lot… just after my admission to a fairly good college of high repute…I was always woken up by a murky monster who used to create a cacophonous ambience with its dreadful laughter whose voice just grew heavier & hoarser every passing moment…. I had a series of such dreams till the commencing of my classes… it stopped after that…I later realized that initially I had an inhibition in my mind of being unheard & unrecognized amongst the herd of people around me in my new environment….that so defines the dreams that I used 2 experience..every human is unique in some way or the other..so are our dreams.. No two individuals can have common background, emotions, or experiences. Every dream is connected with ones own "reality". Thus, in interpreting your dreams it is important to draw from your personal life and experiences..i personally feel…lIt provides people with an insight and is a means for self-exploration. In understanding your dreams, you will have a better understanding and discovery of your true self…its just like any other hobby which rejuvenates your senses yet helps you to know yourself better…I keep this space open would keep updating it..so dreams speaks a lot about us..we just ignore the call at times....go ahead indulge in a revitalising journey of unravelling the mystery of Ur lives......