Frivolous Valentine...!

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Its becoming harder than ever to open my mouth without blabbering over the ever persistent nuisance surrounding the mal - progressive career prospects of mine. But let's not delve into the details of my unepigrammatic surge of emotions particularly for this post, instead let's adhere to the unusual!

Valentine fervor almost made crushing entry into my life, vehemently opposing every endeavor to combat its contamination. The so called "level-of-romance" is soaring high in its efforts to cajole me. Well to add on to my woes in multitude, it's efforts are not getting wasted. My ears are darning to the tune of some unseen fantasy. To express in the truest of terminologies, obedience to such very 'teen age like' emotions seem palpably attractive once in a while. I hate this pseudo-love effect rippled by the extravagant commercial promotions surrounding this day. 

It is not something that I do very often, but I confess that my life has become mechanical. The late realization of today being the very overly rated "the rose day" made me feel within an adrenaline rush. I wonder how my sense of practicality successfully dethroned the childlike fondness within me? ...This thought  would sound to many as it is straight from the mouth of a very promising candidate who occasionally pukes such delightfully frustrated remarks! 

The feeling brought along the much awaited refreshment which sparked fragrant sprays to my stinking frustrated soul. The emotion endowed with the mirth of happiness, served with a tinge of innocence and garnished with few ounces of romance brought forth my eyes a "Never to be true image" of some hot hunk... Hmmm feels delicious... !!!!

Now what M I supposed to dooooooooo???????

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A new day ransacked my life and it's sudden effect is dwindling my senses amidst the garbage of improbability. Being a girl just out of my Master degree sans proper job, sans proper boy friend...ooops that should be any boy friend ....I am very much falling short of any justifications to not to get my arse down to achieve my "self proclaimed aspirations". The skyline which I chose for myself although is a little high set, yet any possibility of not being able to achieve it will be extra demeaning and almost slaughtering my confidence to the level that the term-LOOSER will no longer be a misnomer for me.

If people reading my Blog conceives it to be the derivative of an extensively frustrated mind annoyed with the turbulence of uncertainty then Hello….. let me accept… Yes INDEED it is! I am in no mood to grant myself exclusivity from the preponderance of such peculiar yet very popular frame of mind. Yet the feeling is undeniable.

“Conflicting Thoughts”, is what juggling in my mind as of now. Bespattered with the thoughts of future and uncertainty there is a WWE match that is successfully running within my head. My dreams, aspirations and understanding are screwing each other to win over the correct path that would lead on to making the correct choice for my career. Amidst all sort of anticipations and anxiety the most crucial problem remains to find my true destination. The road that would lead me to my destination is getting blurred on a daily basis, giving way to the deviating thoughts to emerge. I want to proclaim both success and power, but the hurricane effect of juggling between available career prospects is making me feel nauseous. Do I need to reshuffle my options???????????

Nahiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii………………….. Yea nahiiiiiiii ho sakta…….!!!!!! That is the outburst of my ardent filmy self who now blurts out almost uncontrolled every now and then reaffirming the delicate state of mind that I am going through. As a child my aspirations metamorphosed from being an army officer, to marrying one, from being a hot shot journalist to a PR and now when I Know what I want to do I am losing out of options to juggle. There is no looking back for me, because that will connote trailing back instead of walking ahead. So the end question remains very plausible …………. Philosophies have run with their ass upside down and yes if I ever get through them I would not mind attacking them.

Sheer sympathy... is what i feel for myself while the question remains unresolved.......

How am I supposed to get it???????????????

Wooohhoow... Dats Heavy....!!!!

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Hello Guys,

Good to return after so many days. As for my recent status of livelihood, I literally ran with my arse upside down from the previous job that I was hogging on to and now I stumbled upon the very popular academic content writing. But let’s not waste much time upon something that is already devoted with an abundant amount of the very constrained time that I have.

So here I am standing in the middle of predominantly or ornately “nowhere”, trying to explore the mermaid fantasy that seems like an unreachable goal for me. When I was trying to pen down my thoughts today into the rhythm of words that would incumbently sound melancholy with the proper tint of fun, most often I landed up pressing the backspace of my key board. Words undeniably flew out, but the influence of overly authorizing academics in my cerebellum, cerebrum and medulla was even more apparent than I expected it to be.

Today I see myself standing amidst the mighty car dump area (I precisely don’t know the word to explain it). The only difference being instead of the intricate spare parts I am surrounded with more obscure facet of errands and aspirations. Needless to say inspite of my hardcore struggle to maintain the level of equilibrium between the two the former always bags away the precedence.

I see my colleagues, (who beholds a pretty distinguished spot in my list of “what the hell was God thinking!”), to gushingly overtake me. This feeling is ominous. More so when I know the constraint to my flying is the significant amount of responsibilities I have to shoulder.

Anyways guys I can go hours without halting, but this occasional outburst of sulk indeed made me feel few kilos lighter, chalo I am ready steady to enjoy my half day of mirth. Now why is it just a half day will take me another page to describe, while I see the “the Diary of Single Lady” awaiting, so there isn’t any point puking further?

Knock Knock to LIFE...!

This might be a new beginning. Feeling very enthusiastic, as if I wont. People who knows me well would understand, I am overwhelmed with enthusiasm in the most petty achievements of my life. Yet this time I have proper reasons to feel galore. I got the opportunity i was looking for. Now i'll get to jump into the the river and see how well do i swim. I don't know whether or not i will be able to keep upto the expectations of my family, and most importantly myself. I have set my goals on very high altitude, n aspire to climb the height with the fastest pace possible. But knowing the very predictable me, i wonder whether i can endure the hardships of the life that might come along.

Life does not knock your door every time with opportunity and bible says one must exploit it to the utmost level once it appears. But the salient truth remains, that if you are to exploit then hardship is imminent. I hope to be successful, i want to succeed. Lets see how well i perform in this examination.

P.S: If i don't , i shall come back very soon with another blogpost justifying every bit to prove that although i took the decision it wasn't my mistake. So guys if you don't want to endure with another mind boggling blogpost. please pray foe my success and wish me luck. I seriously needed, specially now when i am standing on the threshold of the path that would lead me to the life that i want.

Courtesy Rupsa Vs Rumi....!

Days of childhood can really be endearing as well as enduring. Life with its full fledged integrated complexities very conveniently gulps in the little innocent moments of joy and laughter. It might quite sound like some baba courtesy sermon, yet it beholds the truth manifold. I hope it is not the effect of some uncontrollable age passing phase, but today when i saw my two younger sisters fight among themselves over a very obviously serious silly reason, I kind of enjoyed every bit of it. The innocence with which they quaralled among themselves actually gave me the realization that i don't even remember that when was the last time when i innocently fought over a petty issue.

Today my aspirations have become my priority. I have almost everyday act like a nagging mother to my sister. Career concerns me the most. Its become even harder to believe that even i had my days of childhood, when i didn't bother whether or not my nose looks odd while i laugh. Arguing over petty issues, having a verbal fight over a trifle, girly anger and then shedding gallons of tears, some for myself and some for my partner in crime... those were the days.

Okkk... that's enough. Since Rupsa and Rumi have successfully reached to their final stage of very seriously foolish fight, and have almost poured out litres of tears, it becomes the responsibility of their elder sister to intervene into the matter and settle truce between them. So here i am moving my ass to fulfill the role of a very dutiful Didibhai.

P.S: Trust me guys being a spectator to such fights are obviously not mere. Specially when your bully younger sister is getting bullied by the youngest one. Hi hi hi...... and regarding the photo above....god i love ittttt.... hi hi hi hi....!

Blog to your preference..!

Wow.. very recently i came across somebody telling me...why do you blog? its no different from maintaining a log for your daily schedules. Hmmm... we blog what we feel, but it cant be relegated to a position synonymous to maintaining daily records in logs. They indeed sound similar, the only exception being a simple "b". Well i would like to believe that blog is like a creative expression of once feeling. When served with a tinge of intellect, a blog could create major havoc in the field of modern literature. Many might take this as an overstatement, but it isn't. One should follow blog like @mind you read. The very notion of blogs being mere expression of common or regular doses of emotion would cease to exist.

Blogs are a forum to not only express yourself but also to voice your opinion and let others know about it. Blogs helps to make your opinions really matter. It is not possible to make our voice to reach upto different media always. The exposure to the same is lacked by most if not all. Blogs give people an opportunity to let know how one feels about particular matter or what could be the reaction in different situations. In simple words it helps you to reach out to masses which earlier seemed impossible.

There are innumerable benefits that are served and fulfilled by the blogs. If i have to count the benefits of blogging..then the length of this blog would surpass the normal measurement of the decent length. So when you shall be further encountered with any such questions simple remember that people who criticise blogging to be a mere wastage of time ask them to construct a sentence expressing their opinions without committing any grammatical errors. Probably this could help them shut their trap.