Hypocrisy- isn't it?

The Delhi rape case.. and everyone is enraged or so it seems. What makes me say so?
Well read this. What are people doing exactly. Sitting at home, updating their facebook status and liking the ones updated by others regarding the same.
And when you ask  them to join the movement, you get replies like- I am busy, My mom doesn't allow me, I am going out for a boy's night out, and last but not the least I've a job. The maximum we do is to update our profile pictures to a black dot and say we are against rape. Oh Sure you are..! You sit at home, snuggled up in blanket and abuse rapists. Yes, yes that will help the society.
Yes, protest is not a solution but it is the only option near to the solution.So India wake up, rise. It would never look like a big deal to you until it happens with you. Make your country a secure place for women.
I  heard another story of a man drugging and raping a 3rd year old (Read again 3 year old) in west Delhi. Isn't it a shame?

Moreover I would like to thank Honey Singh for objectifying women. Speaks volumes of the society we live in.             

Get your asses up from your comfort zones before it is too late.        

I want this.. I want that.. What do I want..?? SOLITUDE..!

Jammu is freezing today. I haven't seen the sun since quite a while and here I sit, nested cozily inside my blanket (well my mom still keeps an eye if I am staying warm or not, lest i should catch cold.. MOMs will be MOMs and I love my mom :)). I, being a good girl, am obeying my mom and keeping my body warm, yet I feel cold, cold inside. My skin maybe warm but under this skin I feel nothing. I feel damp and wet. I am not really a melancholic but at times stuffs happen and I start to lament. Perhaps, December does this to me. The cold me inside competes with the cold outside.Whoa hold on, this in noway means that I have lost that living spirit. That's still inside but everyone has these days and I am having one too.

So what landed me here, in this condition? I was as usual working on my college selection process when suddenly a thought struck me,not thought but more of a childhood dream that was lost somewhere all this time, maybe not just lost but intentionally hidden for I had to focus on the reality rather. It was like one of those movies where the story goes into the flashback and everything appears clearly in front of your eyes.I realized later this is something I still want and here it goes;

I *wish* to live in a city where I am a total stranger, where there is no one who knows me. I would roam the streets, may be Times square, or streets of London or Notre dame or Great Canal, Venice, anywhere with my CAMERA all time, clicking pictures of the changing seasons, random people, capturing various moods arbitrarily, the anger, the innocence, the love, the hatred.Mornings I would go to a biology lab and research and the evenings I would dress up in a warm jacket and long boots, and walk over the freshly fallen snow and click the bewitching beauty of nature. Maybe roaming around the streets of London and watching everyone dressed up whole in black (like in old movies) will do! A place where I would return home without anyone to question me, and then I would sit down and write and write, a place where I would have to keep no one happy but me. It would be all about Me and just Me.

So as the flashback ceased, I felt a li'l suffocated.I couldn't breathe for a while. I realized this is something I still want. I want a life like this.I need some solitude. I looked out of my window and it had grown dark, very dark. It was pitch black with some lights lit far away.I could relate to it,maybe for now its dark in here but still there are some lights lightening the path or maybe I can use the light inside my heart to guide me through this. Its only a matter of taking a step to my dreams. After all there is a light at the end of every tunnel and its only in the darkest of the night that we see the brightest of the stars. :) I wish for the day when I upload a post saying I am living my dream.

"Solitude is the place of purification."

Babiessssss..... NOooo wayy...

Yes, the above illustration represents me aptly. Every time when someone asks me to hold me a baby, I panic just the same, thinking I might hurt the li'l life. Ok, yes, I stop being nice here. There are many other reasons like;

1. Tears accompanied by loud noise: Yes I mean the CRYING babies:

I mean seriously, these babies can cry for hours altogether and turn down all sorts of pampering and love showered upon them. Its like they say 'I am bored, so I'll cry'.

2. That creepy stare

I was once travelling in a metro and this child sitting exactly opposite to me, wouldn't stop staring me with those big round eyes. Scary much.!! His stare was like, "I don't know who you are and where you live but will find you and kill you." I tried to smile to ease the tension but the baby just wouldn't stop and I de-boarded my metro. (oh because I reached my station, C'mon) :D

3.We can do whatever we want with you:

One place where I feel incapacitated. You would relate if you have ever been with a baby messing up with your perfectly tied hair and just because everyone is smiling and laughing at the not-so-true fact that how cutely naughty the child is, you become one helpless person. All that you can do is to smile.

4. Last but not least... We can poop wherever we want, on whosoever we want:

Needless to say.. This annoys me the most....

* The end*

P.s I don't hate babies but I just don't like them that much.. :|

To travel is to live..!!

Once the travel bug bites, there is no known antidote and I know that I shall be happily infected until the end of my life...

Oh how I wish I could leave this place and travel to the lands far, far away.. Explore the cities,  deserts, hills... Ah..!! a dream I am living for.. a dream that I'll turn to reality.... soon very soon..!!
I am curious, curious about just every other thing, curious about nature, the far away lands, the diverse flora and fauna, different cultures, customs and traditions and lifestyles of people. The more I think, the more exciting it gets.

I  can't live a monotonic life. I just have to get up and see new things and new place. I love travelling and I 

Yes, I am one of those travelers who would pack their bag up without knowing where to go. I don't want to know where I have been to and I don't want to know where I am going to.I just want to travel to far away lands drinking the soulfulness of this cosmos, absorbing the freshness of nature, and capturing its ultimate beauty in my heart.
The withered flowers, the broken roads, the ancient monuments, the new skyscrapers, the green fields, the snow covered hills, the dried ponds, coral reefs, colorful seas, the unending deserts, the naked mountains, the freezing lands.. I want to see them all.. I want to live them all.
Travelling is talking with those of  the gone centuries.Travelling is finding yourself at a distant place. No matter why or where you travel, there is always something wonderfully new to be found..

And this is my motto.......... Lets Go everywhere....!!!! :D :D

and I hope I meet you during one such journey of mine:)

Do it now...!!

You wanna do it..??
Do it now... :)

RAINS.. Yes we all love them...!

Its a beautiful afternoon... and yes you guessed right it rained here in jammu....!

Rains make it so hard to get up in the morning ,right?. Anyway I am up and I am trying my best to be regular here.. :)
Rains... Different people have different ways of  savvying it...!
Who else could say it better than Bob Marley  " Some feel the rain while others just get wet"

How do you feel when it rains? 

The raindrop, exquisite aint it?

For me.. as I see the raindrops trickling down the window i feel numb.. Its way too beautiful... !
Have you ever studied two separate raindrops dribbling down the pane,  following  their own routes and at some point they merge into each other...does it not feel like they have reached their destination...gives the feeling of completeness... PHEW.. what a satisfying view it is..!
A single drop of rain can assuage all the pain... It does not simply fall on your body, it touches the soul...!

The raindrops on my body placates all that burns and wounds. Its soothing... Nothing can beat this ointment..!
As the rain precipitates, I feel like I am alive.. It engenders life inside me. It redefines the meaning of life, gives me zeal to move on, encourages me...

I dance in the rain. I love the smell of the earth. I love those beautiful drops of rain on leaves,
I spend the whole day admiring the untarnished beauty of the nature..
It brings in me the lucid state of my mind, relieves me of all my worries (even just for a little time, but it surely does)
AND yessss

I love the hot coffee and the book in my hand while it rains outside...!
I hope you love it too and better yet FEEL it.. :D
Happy monsoons... :)
# rain is falling on my window pane and i'm hiding in a safer place.. BUBBLY by colbie calliet.. awesome track.. do try it :)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY GIRL :D

YES It is your 22nd and I am more excited than you.... Happy birthday Mannat Sharma... I dedicate my today's post to you and only you... :D

Yeah I have been brainstorming for so long as for what to do to make you feel special (which you truly are to me) on your b'day and then the Idea struck me to write about you.. Yeah I am not a Really good writer but I am going to try nevertheless...! Kindly bear with me..! :)
You have been a friend, a sister, My broda , the loveliest roommate and what not...! I know you would be the best "wingwoman" if i ever needed one.. ;)
I miss all the times we spent together... I mean I have fun with so many friends but nothing can beat the fun when YOU and Me are together.. Dude we just GO CRAZY LIKE ANYTHING...!
Remember the hostel night, impromptu Chandini chowk plan (though i would like to forget we ate at Haldirams of all the places ... silly us :D), Fest times and our crazy dance, Cricket match in children's park, our karaoke and HIMYM nights.... Phew..! We are nuts and I like it that way..!
I know together we have all the potential to embarrass ourselves anytime anywhere..!
We are weird, we don't really like to get ready for any occasion, we love sleep, we read, music is our life, we own your I-phone :D :D we adore riddhi, I think I love Your divya tooo.. :D  and so so much..
And yes how can I not mention we were so so weird (we still are but not that much) way back when we loved Twilight, Robert Pattinson, Taylor swift.. Blah blah... I know that was uncalled for but then again c'mon its the moment of truth..!
You have always been nice and more nice to me.. Grin*
You have dealt with me and my clumsy manners so well and I thank you for that from the depths of my heart.. :)
I have kept all your messages.. of our sophomore year.... everytime you went back home you messaged me "I love YOu,tc" :D :D
Yeah I take my chance to thank you for all the delicious sandwiches that aunty prepared for us.... Shit I miss those....! :)
You have been with me always, no matter what... i assure I'll always be there for you.... Sorry for the times I acted like an ass..
Bro you are hot , sexy, cool, not fat, got pretty eyes, speak blaaaaah and so much every girl wants to be.... U r perfect (except for one or two things but guess we can chuck them.. hehe) :D Just kidding :P
I know you are romantic at heart.. hahaha...!
Thank you for holding me on the Friday night... It is the best memory You gave me to cherish forever... though we can bury my sobbing :D
Please let me know if you ever need me... Seriously it won't seem like but I Care for you...I fail to show it...but yes...I am always there at your beck and call...! :)

You've always been a great friend and I know you always will  be.p.s I know when you read this you will be call me names... DUMBASS.. BITCH.. SUCKER..! hahahaha... I know YOu are embarrassed for you can't take so much of  praise... and i love you for that... humble girl..! <3soooo Happy Happy b'day My love... enjoy.. go insane... for I guess it will be last one in India( atleast for  next two years)... NExt year we will celebrate it together in AMERICA... :D Love..!

I am finally an engineer.. :D

I am not blogging much and i feel terrible for that..
I am such an indolent lil girl.. All i do is to slack and sleep and nothing. But guess I deserve that.Finally after ages I am living a peaceful life. No more college or school or assignments. No doubt i loved that phase a lot but reading a good book with coffee in your hand and having nothing to worry about... can world get any better.. :) :D
Oh yeah m treading off the main topic...silly me... So finally I completed my engineering and i am proud of it.. :D :D 4 years of extreme struggle.. I love you up dude :D
Science is my first love. Ain't it fascinating.... !
Friends... oh man.. i so miss them... living in a hostel is like the most awesome experience i have ever had...
I'll definitely write about the hostel life some day.. i am sure it will be a fun ride just like living it was...
Four years of struggle with books, maths , computer, microbio, immuno, bioprocess and what else not... I  feel old... :) hahhahaha... chuck dat... i am not bothering my readers with this shit :D
Well Congratulations India... Saina has stormed into the quarters.. hopes she brings the gold... fingers crossed....!
so am signing offf... have so much to do...! off i go..
oh yeah a happy 'raksha bandhan'... stay happy .. keep reading :)
#listening to 25 minutes by MLTR... good track huh :)))
PUFF :D

sketch pens!!

Couldn't get a better reason to start my blog....
Met an old school friend after an year and a half. As soon as i saw him,all the emotions came together. I was all nostalgic. Nothing is more beautiful than the feeling that engulfs you while you are with an old friend recalling the times when all that mattered was a new packet of sketch pens and a box of chocolates.
Going down the memory lane we talked about the days when life was simple and easy to live, we remembered how we used to wait for games period and how we ran across the building drenched in sweat and covered with dust. The bags were packed even before the closing bell rang.The only things that were important were playing games after 4o'clock in the evening and watching Shaktimaan on Sunday. Birthdays were worth waiting for.
Howsoever the best part was the excitement on seeing a fresh packet of sketch pens. Life was colorful. The sky was bluer and grass seemed greener.
But now life has turned a bitch. It does its level best to teach you lessons that you don't  even want to learn.
Ah but can't help it, i oughta flow with the flow else i'll get drown. I am sure i'll survive. :) :)
P.s. My head is playing the song SO YOU WANNA BE A ROCKSTAR bY Cypress Hill. love it.