It is not completely wrong when they say-
"Everything happens for a reason"

What a great lesson it was.

Some people come into your life..
become a part of it in a big way..
n then leave.

hurts deeply..

we fail to understand the true reason behind it..
but later after few days/months/years when we look at what it has made out of the kiddish foolish vulnerable "you"..how it has transformed you into a tougher and wiser grown-up..
we realise how imp that was.

It was important to go through all of that to be able to look through things with a new improved perspective..
to move on to a new stage of life..
finally come out of the teenage dreams fantasies and image of a goodie goodie world..
stop thinking and speculating too much.
.to finally learn and go with the flow..
enjoy the flow..

I hate it when I give out my fundas like this on my blog..I feel like a stupid emotional fool crying for sympathy and attention..but this is MY blog..i have the right to scribble what ever i feel like..after all one purpose of creating it was to vent out my feelings.

When one lesson wasnt enough..when my stubborn heart refused to accept that this is how things are..God gave me a new lesson that finally did it.

I cant stop appreciating God for all the pain he has given me. All that was so bloody important.

If today I find out that my partner has been cheating on me I think I will be more prepared to deal with the situation than I would have been had the same thing happened 6 months back..(No no my partner hasnt cheated on me,infact i dont have a partner!, i have had only a msg partner) :-(
After a complete transformation.

One thing to be noted here is she evens gives you time, new people and new circumstances to make sure that all the bruises get healed..but makes sure that you've learnt to never stumble and fall down due to the same stone in future..

I feel so fresh..
I feel like a new born..
New spirit..
Better equipped..
I suddenly feel like I am standing on a cliff..fresh air and enthusiasm gushing through my veins..
I feel so Fear less..
I've finally learnt what they mean by "Taking it easy"

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Guys/Gals,

Ever stumbled upon an old xmas card handmade meticulously ,fine crafted by your 8th std bench partner..
we had ample time for meaningful friendship(even after homework) coz we were oblivious to facebook greetings(thankfully!)
those days...
when xmas celebrations in school were awaited (to see which teacher is santa this year)
when "best class bulletin board " competitions were held..all the energies were exerted to make OUR bulletin board grand:)
when standing out of class was a source of immense embarassment..so much that your cheeks flushed while you contemplated to skip school next day...
when getting caught for long nails in the regular check after prayers was such-a-big-deal!
when your elder siblings method of teaching maths was ALWAYS WRONG![ coz TEACHER was always right!]
when last-minute cramming was unheard of! Courtesy: everyday homework
when vacations were actually vacations...
when teachers made the entire class stand outside the class for making noise..and we stood[ give it today and they ll have a hard time hunting us:p]
when winning a quiz competition could put you on cloud nine..
when food was gulped down quickly in recess....
when b'days were awaited coz the whole class sang for you..and you preserved extra chocs for your best friend!
when you thought you "fooled" your teacher by mouthing and not reading the poem,the whole class was reciting!
when "call your parents!" and "a remark in the diary" was scarier than jumping off the terrace..
even a flashback to those days is priceless...invaluable..
nothing can ever equate to the riches of childhood...the treasure of schooldays...

PS:- Friendship cards, new year greetings and X-mas cards by my school buddies: Mausam, Snigdha, Rashmi, Sweeta, Kanchan, and Pankaj  took me back...compelled me to flashback to the golden days...
PPS: this blog is dedicated to my ever best buddies i met in my life during my school days...

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Our tongues stained pink with the sweetness of childhoods past,
young dreams that played in the sun
and came home with grimy faces and broken knees.

Sweat stinging their lips salty and shiny eyes
Oh the childhood of sweetness past.

Staining dreams gone old.
the pink of sweetness past
in the pink of sweetness spent.

PS: missing my childhood and remembering my old friends of St. Michael's...
PPS: Happy friendship day to my beloved friends who were there in my entire thick and thins.

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Dear folks,

 

I read a couple of my favorite blogs recently which forced me to come out of hibernation. That need to blog again -- if you are an ardent blogger, you would know the feeling! But I felt if I were to blog now, I wouldn't have anything interesting to say other than how irritating my B-Tech life has become or how cranky the DI and Quants classes makes me feel nowadays. Yup, I have bored  very much in the past couple of months  doing nothing and hence instead of indulging in self-pity, I decided to spice up my blog a lil. It has been bland for a long time now, hence I decided to go Red! 

 

Regards 

praveen

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