Just b-e-l-i-e-v-e!

I know people are so restless these days that they won't be interested to know how I met this little girl and get to know some secrets of her hostel... so I directly take u to her hostel...and repeating the story which she told us -  It is a huge hostel where two classes live together - 8th n 7th. The environment is normal like all other hostels. I ask this little girl to take her to her room but she denies n pleads to go outside... me n Swati are puzzled! Okay we came outside the hostel... she is not looking in our eyes... we both are more curious... finally Swati breaks the ice - What happened ? Why are you so scared?  She is still quiet ... "Tell us na if there is any problem". She is looking here and there.. after a moment she gathers some strength and says - "Nahi kuch nahi didi... " Huh! Me and Swati both feel irritated but we force her so much that she agrees to tell her about the secret. She tells us - "If the senior who likes me would hav

****** "iiiieeeyaaakk Man! I dont believe it !". "What happened?" " You know that 'gal' what she said to me?" "What?? " "She made up some story ..and and ..." "Aree come to the point what she said?" "She said she loves me because I look like her former gf" ///////// I was shocked to hear this --- my r00mie's experience .... Later, after six months when I went back at my home...mumma gave me some hint....(she was serious...wanted to talk about this ) ... I got the Signal... and moved out (from conversation and room as well) silently..!!! Coz now I knew myself --- These "Bullshit" things happen in Girl's Hostel... But truly speaking if I would have known this fact ... I definitely wouldn't expect this to happen in Banasthali at least---  First year revealed many secrets of hostel life to us... It was like an adventurous tour where we discovered one by one hideous things....  But T

At this point in my life , when I look back I just wonder how could I live in a girl's hostel that too for three whole years.... OMG! I didnt want to, I confess here but I had no option , I didnt realize how it all came to me but after 12th I landed on a different Space on this earth called - Banasthali Vidhyapeeth. Girls and specially their Bfs would call it - Tihar Jail :D but parents were very happy and relaxed to see that their daughters are safe at this place(jail) . No doubt , I love banasthali , but after coming out of that place. When I was there I used to feel as if there is no life beyond these high walls.. there exists no other world than this world... though Thanks to my friends (swati , shivi , neha , nidhi , pooja n all of u ....) who made me feel that no we are still Young :P Whatever! well I was going to share some of my observations of Girl's hostel as I have seen it from close quarters , so lets see some Universal facts though its more particularly applica

From past few days I have been writing on somber subjects but life is not wholly a tragic play , it is in fact a Tragi-comic play ... so this time I am going to write a light post in which I will talk about a Universal Fact and that is - " You never want (like) what you have."  How does it work?  Yesterday I was telling my sister that - "Didi marriage se pehle ek baar mujhey Blonde bf banana hai :P " now what's this? I am always crazy about blonde guys... I wanna know them , know their thought process etc etc... and see there are many whites who want an Indian girl or boy... they don't like their white skin... they want to settle down in India while most of Indians go outside for "A better Future". uuff... see I don't (want) what I already have ... Indian boys... :D  This is nothing 2-3 days back... I was looking at a girl's hairs (in literary fest.) and I was like Oh my God... wow... I wish I had such beautiful hairs... and then ne

Whole floor was red with my Blood ... tears had stopped flowing... but my vision was still blurred ... and I was gasping for breath ... you came suddenly running and shouting something (which I couldn't understand) ... I faintly smiled.... you were holding  me in your arms ... your touch soothed all my pains...Believe me it could be the best moment to die... As you kissed my forehead and your tears fall down on my lips and eyes.... I closed my eyes and uttered few words of prayer and called gently the Angel of Death... I had almost fainted ....but still I could hear sounds of sirens and traffic off and on ....and felt your touch as you were holding my hands and pressing the cut which I made there ... My heart as if suddenly jumped , eyes opened and behold your face last time , lips shivered and uttered the first letter of your name -----------  One chapter closed, One show did end, The Drama but  Still goes on And Audience Always remain.

To be obsessed with self-love ? To love nature so much? To find special always in normal thing? To sing in Autumn the songs of Spring? Is it so strange? To talk to the moon and brightest star? To feel the chilly winds against cheek ? To imagine the doomsday? To always think about God's way? Is it so strange? To wake up suddenly with dancing zeal? To talk to yourself in public? To feel a sudden moment of Divine bliss? To want a friend for Happy day's kiss? Is it so strange? To walk on the ground bare-feet? To look in the eyes of sun? To cry for no reason? To laugh without any happy season? Is it so strange? To hear those cursed invisible cry? To feel a fear lurking inside heart? To wake up in the mid-night and pray late? To dream about love and your soul mate? Is it so strange?... It is strange, And strange so much, That one lives one life Yet bears two hearts, Live at one place at one time, Yet live in world's two different parts.

When on one afternoon , after twenty years , I would be sitting in veranda of my home ; a typical old structured house in a quiet colony , where only once or twice you hear the voices of howling of vegetable - sellers or the shrill voices of crows now and then ; what I would be thinking? In which world I would be lost? Will I be wondering that how time quickly flies? Or will I be missing something at that time - the gaiety of youth and the fancy innocent age? Or will I be writing something for my blog in my leisure hours? May be I will develop some kind of hobby or interest like - writing letters to all my friends or making paper-greeting cards ; which I always wanted to do ; and send them to my loved ones? My vision can not foretell what I will be doing after twenty years but at present moment I just wish for my future that when I look back in time , I feel privileged and thank Almighty for such a beautiful life and love myself and my life more ( in real sense that I fear death no m