L!Fe SuMmaR!sEd....

All the world's a stage..but we are not mere puppets
cherish life...its the greatest gift u can ever have
never reminisce your past for it will always move u to tears...
plan your future but not at the cost of your present
make lots of friends but never expect them to be friends"INDEED"
don't be too serious about life...
things get going when u smile at ur tragedies
wear ur attitude,no matter what people say about it
love the skin u r in....always believe that u r beautiful
love happens only once is a surrealistic saying
if someone dumped u..no big deal
love will again come to u perhaps in a better package
be practical always...that's the key to a prosperous survival
search for ur passion no matter how long it takes
learn to gamble upon ur wishes
great men wrere great because they gambled it perfect
dont regret being hypocritical
world's full of hypocritical idiots
wear a smile and let the world know how happy u r
never forget to flaunt ur gems...they deserve it
bring happiness to your parents
they are the ones who sailed with u through all ur blues
dont accuse others for ur miseries
u r responsible for everything that comes to u
accept changes for they are inevitable
talk to yourself because nobody can understand u better than u
live life and fall in love with it............

Irony Of my L!fe....

I m a girl.... fortunately or unfortunately,an Indian girl. I got some quality education which is a luxury to middle class Indian girls and ambience that was conducive to shape up a non-conservative outlook for life.My best pals at college are guys and not gals(a blow to the Indian precepts for an ideal girl) and i hate blowing myself into books with all the sincerity that is believed to have been embedded as an integral part of a girl's existence.Being an average middle class Indian girl what i envy the most is the freedom that is always in the air for guys.
Its an amenity for them but a luxury for me......
There is no denying the fact that ma parents endowed me with freedom that can be too much of a treasure for any other girl falling in my societal vicinity but then I'm a greedy creature.Some restrictions came as a price tag on my expensive being (i don't think i need to mention them,they are too explicit in our society) and i have always found myself struggling to break that edge somehow to get carried away by that breeze of liberty.To my dismay,i always saw people pointing fingers at my values and sometimes even my character.
I fail to understand how can something be justified for guys and unruly for gals. When they smoke,it becomes an add on to their coolness quotient and when a gal does the same its a sin.
Forget about this,when i bunk classes at college ,my teachers,who don't even have the right to call themselves sensible creatures ,hop around to remind me that I'm a girl and all this didn't suit me(i don't give a f**** to all these taboos).
Last night all the guys partied hard at a friend's house to celebrate his birthday...and then I had this sudden realization that freedom had altogether different meanings for guys and gals...I felt like I'm a bird whose feathers have been tailored neatly(which are feathers in disguise,when in fact I've been crippled)and let off to fly"FREE".
We may claim that its an equal world for both(sexes),but in fact,we are cheating on ourselves by saying that because somewhere or the other that line of demarcation prevails forever inside our mind and hearts.A girl is always expected to bear the brunt of her family esteem,its somehow her sole responsibility to uphold it and safeguard it.
The restrictions are also much of a self-imposed nature because,as a girl,its imperative that they are followed,else she gets robbed off her dignity.Perhaps this is the irony of my life,irony of a girl's life........i can be free only when this world and this society frees itself from the shell of the dogmas as it has rightly been said ......the shell must break before the bird can fly.......

JINN!!! AAH....

yEah...its hot and its caught.The jinnah episode took no time to raise fumes and nor did the media wasted any time to cash their TRP's on the entire masala controversy.BJP has evolved as the"biggest jhagdalu party"of all the times presenting a sorry state of internal understanding and mutual cooperation.To me this marks the sad demise of a party that was potential of bringing a change into the country,leaving the already hapless and alternativeless crowd of india with a single party to elect.This clarifies that the monopoly of a single party would now be the scenario of the so called Indian polity which sounds disastrous to me.I have always heard that"variety is the spice of life" and this monopoly concept would only mark an era of"MONOtonous POLItics"Until and unless we face competition we never invest our efforts towards coming up with something worthy and significant..thats one of the basic human instincts.
I fail to understand why the indian media and the indian leaders squander their time in these absolutely worthless issues.Why did the BJP give too much of space for this drama and even the public,like a f****** lot of creatures got blowed away.Whatever happened in the past has already born its consequences and we can do absolutely nothing about it.What we really need to do is to adorn our present so that we can have a flourishing future.What would we earn by proving the leaders of our past,heroes or villains? Who cares about it?Even after this whole episode of the JINN...AAH thing,nobody would probably be interested to have the knowhow of the partition story.We the youth of this nation know just one thing,that partition was the biggest blow that has still kept our nation paralysed.Boundless stories and theories may have been behind it but it doesnt matter the least now.The political leaders should'nt expect to flood their vote banks by expelling any leader from the party only because he raised his voice fearlessly. On the contrary this would only amount them to projecting themselves as enemies of the ideals of democracy.
For god's sake all the netas get yourselves rid of this damn f****** business.There's a lot that we need to do for this nation and I really want the media to play a positive role instead of filling their TRP's by covering anything an everything silly played by these politicians.

TRUST...

Never trust the word trust

nothing profound,its just dust.

Trust grows out of love,

like roots support a tree above.

A wild breeze blew away his trust,

the tree fell dead,right on the crust.

the roots of my love were weak perhaps...

his trust got easily buried under the wraps.

I accept,i did a blunder

too strong that it got all my love to plunder?

Not a penitent,but like a criminal i feel..

seems that my wounds never heal.

He accused me of betrayal and infidelity,

my soul bleeded and i wept feeling guilty.

Love burned to ashes in a single moment,

he left me with no choice,than to lament.

No words to explain what he is...

to my world he came as a bliss.

Forgiveness is all that i plead...

him and his love, i would forever need.

Is my mistake greater than my love for him

with his love he always saw my eyes brim...

Please come back and give me a chance

with happiness and love myheart would dance.

On my way back home.....

today on my way back home....showers washed the roads, the lush greenery rejuvenated and so did my soul with a pacifying breeze flowing through all tiredness of my wiery day at college. I admired with awe,the way nature carves its paths to ignite a spark into anything to make it look simply magical,absolutely august!!The trees,the petals,the grass and everything that appeared nothing more than ordinary in the morning,now after the showers,shone like a masterpiece...like a picturesque scene on a master's canvas.The intoxicating and ravishing beauty of the nature seemed to be seducing the clouds to shower more and more love in quest of glorifying its beauty to the extent of transformation into panacea for eyes filled with sorrow,for eyes brim with hopelessness,for eyes that mirrored a bitter sense of failure and a realisation that life has always betrayed their dreams.A jerk jolted me out of my admiration and i rued the fact that life does'nt have any such mechanism to evaporate all our blues, to rejuvenate us with a new spark of joy,to make us glitter like a drop of morning dew and to paint our faces with pied smiles.To assuage myself from the pain of this apalling reality i tried to look into the brighter side of life and then i saw an abject flock of children dancing to the music of the rains,absolutely carefree and boundlessly happy...what reason did life give these wretched group of creatures to be so very happy??? i wondered and then i realised that the beauty of life is to live its each moment to the fullest,no matter what happened,no matter what would happen...what matters is the moment,this moment that stands right ahead of me extending its arms to make me embrace my life with its majestic beauty that indeed lies in its uncertainity.There i got it....this is how life finds its way to heal and steal...steal the moments of happiness that rejuvenate you and make you discover the essence of life.........love life live life....

CHANGE...

changes are most constant in life

you never know when they arrive.

some bring happiness,some give pain

some are draughts,some are rain...

Days kept changing to night,

scars of defeat adorned my fight,

freedom that was always so pleasing,

blown by a breeze of change,is now ceasing!!

yet a change is all that i desire...

to fly free and scale all the heights i admire,

a change,to change and reflect

my thoughts and identity i need to collect.

Autumns longing to change into springs,

eyes awaiting a night,for the dream it brings.

Sorrows waiting to change to a smile,

life waiting for surprises worthwhile.

Let's change for a change to happen,

let's make love our weapon.

Changes are most constant in life......