Insha Allah

You came into my life like a soft breeze. I remember very well I was burning under the torment I had put myself in and nothing could ease the pain... not the dear ones, not the ones I thought to be close to me... still I managed to put on a mask of bliss. You knew nothing of it and yet, you pampered me with everything you could- the music, songs, sweets, compliments every now and then. I was on cloud 9 and nothing bothered me anymore... neither the smirks or the sarcastic comments nor the genuine concern of dear ones.

I was in my fantasy world were everything was just gaudy. I refused defining our relation anymore than necessary to ourselves. Hours were spent discussing futile statements, hours were spent taking random roads, hours were spent laughing and essentially noticing the objects and subjects, we denied our appraisal earlier. I brushed the imperative works under my blanket of comfort with you. Nevertheless, it was time for you to depart and we realized how less we knew of each other and how much we wanted to take pleasure in each other’s company. 

24 hours left... before I had to bid adieu to my newly found friend!!!

There you were innocently pulling me into your beautiful world and I... a little hesitant about I’m getting into. Nothing brought down your spirit and that definitely did lift up my spirit. I agreed on a last walk and we walked through the familiar roads, listened to music, sang songs for each other, laughed at silly jokes for the last time - I said this and you said that... then  somewhere it hit me I was with a stranger, whom I had known for just two weeks or less than that. A wall swiftly built up in front of me, all I wanted to do was run away from there, and I yes did that! You were left behind wondering- was it something you said or some action of yours. But I knew better it was just insecurity. Not for long I could ignore your sorry face... I came out of the shadow - one look at you, and I knew I was wrong, you would never hurt me... and you were a vision yourself, like an angel when the first rays of light fell on us. 

3 hours left...

There was so much to say and a fear – I would never meet you again. Your flight took off, I thought lost you.

3 hours after you left...

 I get a beep on my mobile... I can still message you! There was no bound to my happiness. But that was not all... you managed to call me once in a while too! 

Insha allah! This angel would be a part of my life forever. :)

Rude rude rude!!!

How is it that a man can change your whole mood in the blink of an eye, I just went from happy to pissed off in a matter of seconds !

I kept thinking over this the whole day and still couldn't come up with an answer. All this contemplation was result of a normal chat session going from "hi" to "oye" thn to "i noe wt u r doin" and ending up in "f***k off". 

Chat friends are always fun unless and until they become too compulsive about you revealing your personal things like wrz ur HOME, wtz ur MOB NO., do u hv a BF? I want to see your PICTURE, I want to hear your VOICE, can v MEET? and so on. I was one of those... oh no! not compulsive kinds but one who used to chat with random people once upon a time.

I cleared my friend list long time back but somehow left out one of them and this I came to know very recently when he- let's just call him X for convenience sake, pinged me. It had been almost five years now and we had a laugh about where we have reached now and how we have changed. Mr. X is an engineer by the way and made total sense whenever we had tete-a-tete. And then out of the blue Mr.X turns out to be the "I want to hear ur voice" kind guy. My refusal ending up in the F word for no reason.Now that was rude :(

All I want to say to you Mr.X is that with this kind of attitude I'm pretty sure you are certainly on the line because either you are dumb as a rock or just said it in the fit pique. But whatever it was this has certainly taught me a lesson. Random people sending friend request should be ignored at least for a while til I'm out of this shock. :P

Another incident which I found extremely rude was when I heard how the bikers or the romeos of hyderabad coming up from behind  and  literally hitting on girls and then coming up and asking how was it! This has been happening to my friends and everyone has been warned but does that mean we avoid going out altogether so that we are safe inside, is that the only choice we have? On second thoughts may be... if you want to be safe and secure stay at home, do the woman's job, look after the family and forget about even talking with other people because he may turn out to be the next Mr. X and bid adieu to the outside world.

Wondering how people can be so mean and not feel at all guilty about it? Guess its in their nature to be that way. Sad world.

p.s Mr. X's: May the fleas of a thousand camels infest your armpits and may your arms be too short to scratch. Thank you.

birthdays ---> paintings!!!

In memory of-


my school days: It was my birthday and my best friend sruthi gifted me a BIG chocolate in this heart shaped pack. Yeah it's a chocolate pack! That was the best gift anyone could give me and I was desperate to do something special for her. So after a week I came up with the idea of making a painting, inserting it inside that, sort of like a framed picture and gifted her. That was almost 7 and 1/2 years before.

We are still in touch and manage to meet once in a while. Last year it was my turn to go there and I was really surprised to see the only thing hanging on her wall except for the calendar and clock was my gift!




college days: It was my 20th birthday. And the last days of our college. So few of my friends decided to come over to my place and celebrate this. Mum and dad had left for work and we had the whole place for ourself. And we had a blast literally because I managed to keep some crackers from vishu celebration. But thats not the point this glass frame was gifted to me on the same day by one of my admirers!

I was just exaggerating the so called friend had a small crush on me and no it was not a secret. He gifted me this and on it were the wordings: "life is a flower and love is the nectar". My mum just hated it and wanted to throw it out. Now now that was sweet bird on a lovely flower I couldn't let her do that. She hid it from me for a few years and last year again on my birthday my new friends gifted me glass paints and another idea came up in my mind what if I just paint this and completly hide the wordings! My mum agreed and the result was this-

This was my first attempt at glass painting-

2nd attempt

and the 3rd but not the last!

The following painting was completed by courtesy of my friend Polo (for the background from her calender - ours/the april-march pg), Mango, debo, aashi, teddy (f ) (for the glass paint gifted), my roomie (for the water paints gifted) and teddy (m) for the support. :P