The writers manifesto.

I came across a beautiful article today. (here)
"Writer should not write, to be read."

I strongly disagreed.
I freaked out. For me its like, "A boat in the harbor is safe, but that is not what is it meant for. right??"

But its not so. Its not the case  with Writing. The writer Jeff goins is damn true.
Write for yourself,
Your expressions,
Your will,
and your dreams.

Convey your thoughts, crystal clear.

I honestly love to scribble,
I do it for peace.
Frankly, Every writing has a purpose,
Like, Inspiration, Love, anger, to seek attention,to publish and so on.

But, one thing to keep in mind is , to "create" something good.
"Creation" is the base. To write is to create and its an art.
And to have good number of readers is just cherry on the cake.

Writing is a writers task. Because if they weren't writing , they aren't creating anything meaningful. They din't know what to do.

This is the actual process. A process of growing as a writer, discovering one self, and exploring different trends of writing.

Its a process. And today, i must write. I must create, create something beautiful.
And not Care for what the world thinks of you writing. Just write.

And remember , You are not alone.

Love,

Swaty :)

She's Us, She's me.

Smile on her face,

And her bubbly eyes with a gaze,

with all her lil aspirations ,

She pretends to be ready.

Her thoughts fluctuate,

and her dreams shrink,

But she is fine and steady,

Like water in the pond.

She hates it when someone shakes her,

or when she's let down by others.

Her dreams are different and simple.

To live and to shine.

To make supper on time and dine.

To visit places and write about it,

And to make new friends ,

And to Live till Shrine.

She's Us,

She's me.

:)
Swaty

Peace

If We are enough of love, then why is hatred for?

A blossomed flower, and its fragrance,
A home sweet home and a family,
And some bunch of friends,
What else we ask for?

Why are stars so far away?
and why do we have to be in despair,
and why do we have pain?
why isn't love a common language?
and why these wars?

If only we had enough of love,
We'd hardly find time for hatred!

Peace!

--Swaty

Scars..

A scar, that everyone has. And mind you no scar is simple one.
 A scar as deep,  has a story, and a painful one.
 A scar, which makes you a different person.
 A Scar, that has an unwanted  blunder attached.
 A scar, everyone tries to hide, & more from inside.

A scar, that made you strong,
A scar,  even when the pain has lessened ,  its still there,
A scar, that has given you the purpose to live on.
A scar, made by lies, and expectations,
And a scar that takes a long way to heal.

Deep down inside, you still mourn about it,
Feeling insane about the way you dealt with ,
A scar, that's part of every prayer,
too shy to expose,  that emptiness,


A scar , that every one has....

Breaking Free

Breaking tradition , especially in our culture is a very challenging task.
Trying to be unconventional , could turn to be turn to be a sinfull act.

No, really how boring it is to be/do same old crappy thing.
I feel every ones life is a story of assembly line programming.
Take Birth.Go to School. Get into fancy University.Get a highly paid job.
Marriage. Kids. Full Stop.

Hardly one gets time to follow their dream. And one who tries to follow one is
 jusy trying to be "Out of the box".
Ya. One who takes  "that" risk and eventually /luckily gets lucky is just too cool.
And the one who fails is just too "Dumb".

Actually, People today have forgotten the art of appriciating other, but they
strive hard, getting one.
What if, people strive hard to easily "Appricite"  others,  freely, selflessly!!


All of the problem seems to be solved. I am sure there will be less What if's,
 I wish's , and more of " i am happy".

And there will be many , breaking the rules and yet excelling in their own world,
and "living" rightfully.

Doing what others did, is just too boring. Do it your way. Take a chance! :)

To that girl round the corner

So dependent, So mean, and so narrow minded she was, everyone thought.
Her life was so limited, So confined only to what she was comfortable with,
Gleamy eyes, retrospected her wishes and her dreams covered only her shades.

Never ever she believed in others words, Only her colors she wanted around, else she would kill the thoughts and vanish for a week or so, and stay away.

She made very few friends, a completely, self-centric girl. She loved herself more than anything.

I so much wanted to shake her, and wake her up for once. And tell her that, there's a beautiful world outside. That there is something called "Loving others". That , Above her logic, there is reality. And that below her conclusions, there's something called, "her Stupidity".

And the anger that she spills, it actually shows her weakness , yes , it shows weakness.
And after all the success you gain, what are you going to do? Set some more goals? and strive some more???

When will you live then?

Deep down i know you want to have friends too and live a typical life, And somewhere, a smile would make you happy.

Behind those geeky specks, you have dreams to live free.And that you want to be a princess to someone.

I know, all the problem lies with your courage, courage to dream, and to wish, and to expect.
I know you are broken from with in. That not it, what if you've had a bad Start in something, do not stop, you'll be fine. And trust me, Dream On... 

I got a bad dream

After a long day,
i was asleep,
Not caring for what my dream could bring,
who knew, it was going to be a bad dream,

It was dark there,
The darkness had all red in it,
Scary  isn't it?
and no one around.

It was filthy,
and i was lonely.
And i was looking for peace,
More of it within myself.

Insecure, i was locked,
wishing i wasn't alone,
and how i could be a better person,
wishing i never had that dream.

walking down the room,
i found a chair, thought to rest on it,
and it shook me up, like a jolt.
and i was scared.

Wishing i had some one to hold on to,
That i could never worry about anything,
i went into whirlwind and i was lost,
Lost in the pain and worries.

Its just me,
and my scary bad dream
and uncountable "I wish"'s
and loneliness..

Indian by heart

I am an Indian and these make me more . . .

*When the Shampoo bottle seems to be over, I pour some water in it, shake it, and use it for another bath.

*That for me a toothpaste isn't over until I've entirely flattened it out and started rolling it up from the back.

*That I buy broccoli and avocados for 300 Rupees, but still ask for some Dhaniya patta for free.

*That I don't just recycle gifts, I recycle the gift-wrapping paper too.

*Our home has fine bone china crockery which is used only when guests visit.

*That I worry about price of gold without any reason of buying it!

*That I will beat the crap out of my remote to make it work but not change the battery

*I get so disappointed if the pani puri guy doesn't give a free sukha puri in the end when I ask for one.

*That I won't have my breakfast and starve myself if I have been invited for a lunch buffet.

*That when my T-shirt gets old, I use it as night wear, when it gets older, I play holi in it & then I use it as a pochha.

*That I ask for extra oregano and chili flakes from the Dominos guy, so that I can use them later in Maggi.

*Elder brother/sister are preserved for younger siblings

*Even if we need to clean any surface we always ask for "ganda kapda"

- Anonymus

 

Between the miles

Very rare people find a true friend,
I am sure this is not the end,
two different cities,
and two different stories,

You and i , why are we so far?
When we know, we are so comfortable with each other,
when we know its "peace" we share,
or when we know our limits to adhere,
 
Our fights are so meaningful,
and our discussions are so beautiful,
The reminders we give each other are so cute,
and some time its ok when we are mute.

Such a kiddo poem dedicated for you,
As our friendship turns 4,
So much we shared,
and so much yet to evolve.

For the ups and downs of our togetherness,
 here's a message for you,

I look at the glittery stars,
They are so many, and they look so close,
but they are light years apart,
They are made of  burn,
but they can't share the warmth.
In the end they are lonely,
No matter how close you are to your love, 
I see us as close as stars and
But remember, the glitter, charm, warmth,
 and life our friendship has is because of us,
 U and I, 
together, and forever,

Between the miles,
I'll be there for you,
Between the miles,
i know you're there for me.
 
Touch Wood :)

Luv 
- Swa

 
 
 

Broken Poetry

Theres something called broken poetry,

I thought, I hold the flow of words,

But, The words denied to fall today,

And they denied , God knows why.

They are broken in every form,

subtle and Transformed views,

and worn out, My poetry needs a new soul now,

now i know, its sickness.

A long process it seemed,

or a blocked pipeline,

Like i had the void in my mind,

and an unwanted thought floated.

A Ruth, keened inside me,

All the smiles denied, 

Every thought gave me a hard look,

and all the confidence shattered.

Let me unword my feelings.

all my emotions are expelled, 

and my soul is wandering,

In search of a meaning.

-Silly me

I feel like a failed web app

Yeah, Thats true. I feel like my environment varibles are there, but they are not assigned any values.i am blank, i pointless, dont know why i exist.

And those local variables, i don even know why do i need them.I have so many classes and interfaces, but i don't have a link. Whats the point having a class if i cant instantiate it? and those interfaces, they mean so much to me, but they are in protected  mode. Yeah , the scope, it has ruined my life. 

Coming to XML, i dont understand, why, i need to mention my rules there? i mention the rules , and i should only follow them? why? I know, I know, its the deployment descriptor, but okay, whats the big deal? Hold my context path, tell the server i have so and so things . why don't you just do your work. i know you are important, but dont create problems in my life.

To add to it, the firewall, i know you have problem with my relationship with the browser. Okay , you authenticated the user, handled the sensitive data, and also dealt with mmy sessions, but, only when its damn important to me, you will have problems, You verymuch care for me , and i respect you, but gimme some space, Please!

I am thankful to app server and DB server, you handle me very well but, I know i have some responsibilities towards you.

Now, that i have decided i  am going to Constrain inputs , and  Validate data for type, length, format, and range so that i lead a simple life, and if stress persists i am gonna Reject bad inputs.

My heart skips a beat when i have a exception to handle, dude, i too have a life, please Live and let live. Even when everything seems crappy right now, i will deal with it.

Bring it on , i can deal with some more problems, because now i am into responsive, liquid layout rendering, and be it anything, i am going to be alright. :)

Even me!

Even me!
I feel, I desire, I have dreams,
I cry, I wait, I lie

So what?
Everyone does..

Even me!
I believe in fairy tales, silly me,
I too want to feel like princess, may be,
So what?
Everyone does..

Even me!
I wish to fly high, but i am scared,
I wish to run away some times, coz i feel sinful,
So what?
Everyone does..

Even me!
I wish to dance in rain like crazy,
and i wish to disappear someday,
I know,
Every one does ...

Dear God!

Dear God,
How are you?
I don't know if you are doing good. You must be tired with human insanity. I know, When you look at the world, you must be so ungrateful with our creation, the greed, the hunger, the immaturity  the stupidity with all of this you must be shaken.

Dear God,
Please do something about it. Like, do you have any plan? I am worried. How are we going to deal with the upcoming severity of foolishness. Are you going to take care of increasing greed? Its like a disease , and its spreading widely.

Dear God,
Have you seen the boundaries we humans believe in, and the religion thing?  Aren't you going to do anything about it? The divisions of class, Poverty, inequality, Aren't you going to do something about it? Have you seen those bloody wars? Are they necessary?

Dear God,
i was told, you are always there, and you listen to every prayer, and i am not supposed to worry about the entire world, But, its worrying me. Are you not going to do anything about it?


- Silly me!

Can i?

Can i ask for little more toffees?,
Can i ask for a little more vacation?,
Can i ask for a little more happiness?,
And Can i ask for a little more liberty?

Can i have little more occasions to celebrate,
Can i have a little less reasons to worry,
Can i have little more friendly people to care for,
And Can i  have little less challenges to face.

Can i have a little  sweeter memories?
Can i dream a little  more?
Can i travel a little more?
And can i spend a little more?

Can i Speak a little more?
Can i change the world, how i want it to be?
Can i be a little indecent?
Can i  smile for no reason?

Can i?

Right click, Refresh!

One long year , being away from your besttt friends, Its a curse.
Thats how the idea of pune trip was conceived. When my bestie in same city who asked if m ok with the plan , i immediately replied "YES."

Hadn't planned this n that of the 5 day trip, but, surely we had the rough idea. We all love talking, and talking for long hours. And we are complete foodie! All of us.

After 15hrs of travel by bus, we got down at "Chandani Chowk" stop  in pune. I rem me and my partner in crime "Choy" exchanging weird expressions, and reminding each other "yay, finally we are in pune". Other idiots "vrin" and "Rah" were still on their way to pick us up.

Both the Gujju's (Semi-Gujju's for that matter), arrived in 5 minutes or so , and first thing we could think of was food. The road side "Vada Pav", and some chai.

And it was the initializer to the great vacation. And we did everything any group does!

• McDonald's(Once it used to be our party venue)
• Played Holi Like crazy's.
• Priya's Bday At CadB
• Kachraa Shopping at FC road , Pune.(Only women will understand the fun involved)
• Went Mad-Over-Donuts .(Slrupppp)
• Bowling at Blu-o.(I hated the FB check in)
• Some KFC duplicate restaurant and stolen Chicken ( :D hifi choy and Rah :D)
• F.C Road again because we weren't happy with shopping at first visit.
• Good Luck Cafe
• Endless Talks at Pantaloons, SB Road.
• Continued talks at Vrins flat till 3.(I know we talk so much)
• Visiting a friend, and my old colleague( +Aarya Deshpande , +Pratima vingale  )
• Tulsi baug.(Only women will understand the fun involved)
• Dagdu Shet Ganpati .
• Hidden place ;) (Later i got to know it was your treat Rah)
• OSM, SB Road.
• Ride in the midnight!
• The amanora Mall, Disappointments and 12hrs of spending time roaming around
• LOL Javed Habib hair cuts! :)
• Manchester United Cafe Bar :D (Vrin and Choy , thanks for the treat)
• Crazy Shopping at BB
• And how can i forget my treat at YorkShire(Awesome!!!!)

Loved every moment , every second of those 5 days,

Only thing that pinched me from within was the last good bye,

when we sat in auto and we bid ours bye's, the moment auto drifted, I hated that moment,

I wanted to be their forever, Hamesha Hamesha!

Missed you Megha, Sattu, Maitri, Pranav! Really!!!!!

+Vrinda Davda +Rahesh Kurukkal +Sumedh Sidhaye +priya revalkar @chayanika das

You ppl are superstars!!!!!!

And that's how i got pani-puri-ed.

The time was 4:15 PM,
It was Sunday, and i had spent 75% of my weekend doing the things i was supposed to do.
My hunger tickled me after a  long days weekend chores, and i peeped in to the fridge, to find nothing appealing to eat. I went into kitchen and browsed through the dabbas ,and i could see nothing ready to eat.

Phew! To avoid the feeling of hunger, i switched on TV. Oops , Moomy had left The FOOD FOOD Channel On. I could see the Chef preparing a slurpy Chocolate dessert . That's it, i decided,  there i grabbed vehicle keys and jumped out to go to a Ice cream parlor.

Vroooommmm... Just two lanes down the line , i saw a huge uncle, munching over yummmy pani puris, I stooped by, and gulped down a plate of PP's, and my mood had already swung to next level of excitement.
My target wasn't done yet, Ice cream parlor, some left's and some more right's, and my Phone rang, "Hello, Haan, Ya, ok, Fine fine, Ya sure, Yep, Okkaaayyy, No no no, not at all, fine then, chalo Cya.."..

Call from a friend, do you remember we are supposed to meet? i'l be there on the spot in next 15 mins, Damn , i thought, I had forgotten, 6 Kms Away, in 15 mins, But Bangalore traffic, I hate it. Vrooommm again, and i was der on time. And we Continued with, the girly shopping. On the Background the urge to have ice cream was still existing, i told my friend "Arrey mujhe ice cream khana hai" chal, and she said she was hungry, and she wished to have something, and there we saw a pani puri stall, and before i could say anything, she bumped on to a panipuri stall, and we had one more plate of it.

It was high time, and i wanted to have ice cream at any cost now, Mommy called up to tell that she was back home and she had a surprise for me, i ran back home, only to know she had Home made pani puris for me. Unlimited!

All i can say is Life is a Beautiful Struggle. Some times Life gives you , so much, and something you deserve at the right time!

And thats how i got panipuried. :D

I know , I know,  Silly me!

Be.

Be Extrovert, they always say,
Be smiling , they'll Bless me,
Be cheerful, They expect me to,

Be acceptable, They command me.

Be Sleek, and They'll appreciate ,
Be Fair, and They'll adore,
Be Beautiful, and They'll Love,
Be Perfect, and They'll Flatter.

Be Flawless, They'll praise.
Be Smart, They'll Applaud,
Be an Expert, They'll Chant,
Be Splendid, and they will bless.

They say,
Be this, 
Be that,
But, I want to Be ME!

Any!

Any time ,
Any day,
I  will smile,
I aspire to live more,

Any Moment,
Any Mood,
I Wish to Be,
Positive and Zealous.

Any Question,
Any Hurdle,
I deal with,
I will face with All my Strength

Any Shadow,
Any Silence,
I suffer from,
I will rebel with confidence.

Any angel,
Any Demon i  meet,
I'l give Love,
and brush them with affection.


Any time ,
Any day,
I  will smile, I Will Survive!

My Coffee!

It was Coffee time, And i luv to take the lead to prepare one!
If its mum n dad, a light coffee sugarless, and with bhai bhabhi, Mild and sweet, 
with frens its Hot, Medium strong and mild sweet...
yeah its kind of weird, Adjusting to Their Taste, Having it their way,
For a change, I'd luv to have my sorta coffee, Strong, less sugar,creamy and tall . with a silly news paper, in a balcony, on the swing, sitting like a queen :) 

..


I know , I know, M asking for too much!

Silly me!

Worries!

Lost like a kid,
i am no where,
May be i am vanished,
Diminished, by all of you.

I have a question,
Is this your profession,
you suck my blood like vampires,
and sulk me with your unknown theories.

I am no warrior,
and not at all a transformer,
I am lame human,
Treat me with humanity.

I hate that politics,
i am incapable to deal with it,
And with all that status and money matters,
I go completely insane.

i am only capable of love,
let me Push away the hatred,
I am made to be acceptable,
let me Rub all the rules.

Dear worries, Please go away,
It really Worries me , and hey,
I have a question for you,
Will i still have you in the future too?

In the mean while , Live your life!

Writing gives me a kick, not the ones the spirits give, but like the ones ,
ghosts have, Taking me to a different level, and in a fast pace.

Just when i was really high on writing skills (or hormones , i say), i was flushed with reality.
Some of them said, "any way who reads blogs these days", Damn! i thought, convinced my self that i write for myself,
And few more said, "Don't you have better thing to do? ",look at the perspective, then i Concluded
"It interests me, not them, What they "think" is a right job, is a waste of time for me". *Smirk smile*

People are really demoralizing sometimes. Like, When i cleared 12th and decided, i wouldn't go for engineering, all my near and dear ones freaked out.
They thought, being an engineer is the trend! Come on, it was the last thing i thought i would do.

Its like, these days,  Everything you do is presumed, and people have to talk about what ever you do.
To society we care, and we follow their path, Its foolishly true. We nod to their talks,
and we pretend to what they want us to be. Most of the times we forget what we want, and start pretending what we are supposed to be.

Stuck in "What-the-society-would-think-of-me" attitude, we get Stuck with doing what others think is normal.
But are we really following our dream?, stuck in life's deadlines, are we really living our own life?
Can we for a change let everything be at its place and take a deep-breath and live in our own way?

Like, for a change, i would love to work with a farmer on the field and learn the pain he goes through and
later enjoy the satisfaction of having home made food in the shadow ,
for a change i want to break through and roam around the world, visit places, spend like i have no tomorrow,
or for a change, i would love to understand a different religion, their beliefs, and their purpose
and for a change i want to be me, a real me, expressing what i think about my religion, my country, the politics, the system, the "society"
and not care about what others think.

When i feel happy i write, and when i am sad, i scribble my thoughts, and in anger i just tear out the thoughts, and when m done , i remain offline!

Let me live!

 ,

 My Days are reluctant,
 even the laughter and the tears,
 i feel out of the place,
 but i am okay.

 They lie to me with confidence,
 They tease me with the truth,
and i am ignored at times
 but i am fine.

 I am not scared of darkness,
 nor i am done with my struggle,
 But yes m patient enough,
 and i am Burning.

 i am alive, and i am here,
 don't give me false love,
 and i hate that pity you show,
 I am okay alone.

 I too have a life,
 i am trying to Live my way,
 and i too have dreams,
 let me feel the grace.

An old friend is a good mirror :)

Well, they say an old friend is a good mirror. So True .
Few days back a very old friend called me and we talked for an hour so.

And her spirit of inquiry, led her to fire back to back questions on me.
She fired questions of every aspect. Career wise, family wise, Everything related me.
She even asked if my bike was OK, and like did i get it serviced or no.

And then , it was after her call i realized, i knew all the answers. But only when she asked everything,
i saw myself with more clarity.

For almost all her Questions , i had no great answers. I was having hard time every where. Sudden rush of negative thoughts almost hovered me.
Like i had messed up with a close friend of mine. All my close colleagues had left me and i was left alone in office to deal with people whom i never communicated with.
On personal front some health problems, family problems, I had not visited my home town from half a year or so, i had not seen a movie in months,
no shopping from months, And no one could imagine, i hadn't munched on pani puri in so many days :D.

I had a big question to myself, What am i doing?
Am i not bored. Am i a machine. I had forgotten living life my way.

And suddenly i felt the cliche, that, enough is enough.
I knew what i wanted. All i was left with was to peruse them. Some times, Its OK to avoid realistic suffering and live a life of your own.

Some times its OK to take a break.
And yes, Indeed , An old friend is a good mirror.

-Luv

Swaty :)

A purple flower

 A purple flower blossomed in my garden,
 It was bright, and full of life,
 there it stood in the corner,
 Like it had no other place of existence,


 It was glooming with care,
 It showed courage to stand alone there,
 A purple flower, clean and fair.
 And it smiled always in free air.

 I could see it to be too strong ,
 in heavy sunlight,
 and smiling happily ,
 in the cool evening breeze,

 I smelled it, and it was its sweetness,
 A purple flower, beautiful and frail,
 It was Strong with its selflessness,
 Gleaming , Shining, Sweet, and tender.

 I perplexed, How did it get its color,
 is it the plant , or surroundings,
 or is it the almighty?, and i thought
 its her, Her own magic,and zeal.

 Its confidence was so contagious,
 like it was one source of inspiration,
 It conveyed me to be, zealous, and strong,
 and to be cheerful, and selfless!

Anticipated!

They say you get what you give! right???

But , sometimes i see, for all the love, time and care i give , all i get is IGNORANCE.
With all of this i worked around the reasons behind it and thought to jot down everything in and out.

Firstly , Its your mistake!, do not "Expect", its not always give and take, its always give and be happy.

Secondly, Have patience, someone at the other end must be stuck with problems in their own lives.

And then, May be its not so, May be The one who's giving you all the Ignorance is just a Catalyst to teach you lessons , Learn them!

Also, who knows May be, you are a catalyst to provoke them to ignore you, for them to repent later.

With all of this, Once again i shed all my anger, expectations, and foolishness, and i feel relieved!

I re-read the entire post, and i declare , Silly me.

Lots of smiles!
Swaty :)

I met a Butterfly!

 I met a butterfly,
 Colorful, and beautiful,
 She had so much to tell,
 bubbling, and cheerful.

 I told her a tale,
 and her face went pale,
 She told me "That's OK",
 Worry not, worry not.

 She uttered words of wisdom,
 "feelings are mandatory, go through them",
 that,  time would fly,
 and asked me to forbid the pain.

 She laughed, and made me laugh,
 she pinched, and shook my worries away,
 And that surely i would get a grip on my ways,
 repeatedly she said Worry not, worry not.

I now know!

 I now know how it works,
 like rain drops,
 It comes , drenches me out,
 with all the rude things this world has,

 I now know how it works,
 with little sadness , it isn't a Full Stop ,
 It comes , and goes on,
 face it, with all the strength.

 I now know, it was meant to be,
 With out pain,
 how would i know what happiness is,
 I am now sorted out.

 I now know, Its happiness,
 Only when , you strive hard,
 through the entire episode,
 And you find it within.

 I now know, Being Happy or sad,
 isn't really life,
 Its about striving, Sustaining,
 Living, Learning, and caring.

Take Care of her..

 I met a woman today,

 She smiled and it was fake,

 How rude! i thought,

 She was Surely upset 

 I met her when she was returning home,

 I could feel her rush,

 That She was in pain,

 Like she was looking for her lost love,

 Her wrinkles told me the story,

 Might be her marriage,

 I thought , i would ask her how she was,

 But she was in rush,

 I think it was her kids,

 Or some bad phase she was in,

 I thought to ask her for coffee,

 But she was in trance.

 She was messed up,

 I thought i would hug her,

 but her anger pushed me away,

 and i could not convince her any way,

 I sensed her crazy thoughts,

 They were about the fights,

 I finally asked her was she okay,

 and she smiled, this time it wasn't' fake.

 That's all a woman wants,

 a lil time and a lil more care,

 A tight hug,

 And she will be all right.

--

Swaty

Love of my life ..

"No i am not a psycho lover or something, But yes, I drive him crazy"

Hmmmm where do i begin? He was my dream , It wasn't really a love at first sight. But i knew my choice would be some thing awesome like him.

Many people hated him, i don't know for what reasons. But i got to know about him through a friend.

I thought he was really good. Gradually i got to know about him, for sure he loved me, and one fine day, i decided that i'll confess my feelings to him,and he was mine... Mine forever.... I remember the calender read 2nd august 2009.How can i forget that big day. *blush blush*...

My brothers and friends weren't really happy, they were like , "He spends so much, and he is illogical". I hated them when they said that.

But my journey with him has been great. He is so caring, supportive, and close to my heart. I love the way he speaks to me(monotonous though).When he's with me , i have no worries.

When he holds my hand, i feel so secure.

I can count on him.

He has been with me in good times and bad,

He has accompanied me to such wonderful things i can't express,

Be it Pune when i was student , Be it in awesome Bangalore,

He is been with me to wonderfull places like lonavala, Khandala, pavanadam, Sinhagad, Khadakwasla Dam, and what not,

or bangalores' NICE road, And how dare i forget those special rides i had with him, i just forget the world when he's around.

I think i spend most of my salary on him, But love's Blind . I can't help it.

He's there in every emergency, Every Shopping, Every outing.

Yes, I am very possessive about him. I hate when people talk about him,

coz, he's my life. :) He's been with me in every happines, and sadness.

I just wan't him to be healthy. I remember the horrible days when he was seriously ill, and it was my brother who took him to hospital(and paid the medical bill , eh).Without him i would go mad.

I remember last time i had been to shirdi , i brought him a special thread to keep him protected.(Crazy Me!!!!)

And i am so glad so many love stories(my friends) came into existance becaus eof him.

Oh yah, Did i mention? we had a fight and we weren't communiting for a year or so.

But now all's fine. He's back in my life.I just hope i never loose him . :)

 

I call him Bittu :P

Friends , Friends , and Friends...

They are awesome human being,

They taught me how to be a better person,

How to be out-going,

How to deal with reality,

How to lie, and to be serious with dreams,

How to be spoilt, and to be spendthrift,

How to be caring, and to be fun loving,

How to count on them, and to waste time,

They taught me how to get into mess,

They taught me how to get out of it,

They taught me how to be a carefree person,

They taught me how to love,

They taught me to do bad,

They taught me to do good,

They taught me to laugh out loud,

They taught me to cry hard,

They taught me everything...

That's what they were for ,

They taught me how to count on them,

But they din't teach me how to be without them...

--SWatY 0_o

On a date with nature

 This post is  about a feeling , A feeling i had when i was so close to nature.

 I went on a visit to my own village after so many years.
 I had everything set, Camera Loaded, and i decided to revisit every single place i used to wander as a child.
 Lot of things had changed.

 My School, my play ground, the tiny shop where i used to buy chocolates, big tree which gave me shade when i played in summer,
 the entire colony , i could spot who stayed where, the garden my village had , the tiny winy roads.. and i could go on..

 I had a good visit to memories lane. It was so good to get back to the place where you have lived your childhood.
 But that's not it. I have lot more to share. Its about the change i observed.
 I felt like i was in the natures lap.
 My heart pounded and my breath puffed in the crisp air. The empty roads made me happy. Life in a village is so simple.
 People are so innocent.I saw kids playing on the ground,
 the feeling when i woke up to the sun rays that kissed my cheeks peeping through the window in the morning, the chirp of birds was melodious( they were so many, i couldn't even recognize them),
 the creeper i spotted near my home had so much to tell  and how can i miss the animals, many of them, and they wandered like it was their home, like monkeys, the sheep, Dogs, pigs, cows , buffalo, cat
 i even spotted rabbits and some where i felt i had lost the link with nature  we are so far away from all of this in cities.

 I was irked when i got to know that my dads office was just 5 mins by walk from our residence,
 I waste almost an hour in traffic , and all it gives me is stress and headache.

 Between all these tall apartments and Shopping malls, the bond with the nature has grown weak.
 I felt the atmosphere in the village gave me Vibrant feeling and positive vibes helped me relive the stress.

 I wan't to live in a village, because people lead a simple life there and their desires are few.
 They are content with what is endowed by nature around them.

 I had carried my camera, to capture the beauty of nature. But when i got blended with the life in a village,
 i avoided to take the pictures, Because, Some things are to be felt ,
 they can't be captured through camera....