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.

What a Day.....!!!!

Oh.. it was indeed a tiring day.. both mentally and physically...(guys please dont intend any puns). Appearing for a 5 hour long eligibility examination can actually very effectively stir the hell out of you. But at the end of the day, when i sat back, and gave myself the very own, sweet little precious introspective session, i thought the day wasn't that bad actually. Exams went well, although qualifying through it is a big question mark, yet its always good to realise that it was the best you could do. Satisfying, very normal it may sound, a very general term indeed, yet in no respect it is submissive. Believe me guys, this could be either treated as an overstatement or an out pour of a very tiresome mind. No one can expect this coming from a girl who appeared for an eligibility test on sunday, came back home with a not so enduring share of cold coupled with cough and soar throat, and what awaited for her back in home was the most unexpected of all. Dreadful could be the appropriate vocabulary to describe the sight. The Mummy Returns...! Yet today, inspite of not so special events unfolding one after another, i feel good.

It may sound highly literacious if i say that a surge of energy and encouragement from an unknown source seem to fill me up. Very unusually i broke away from my daily dose of afternoon nap, my tiny horns popping up again and myself in a good mood to listening to some decent music. I believe its the sight of the Mummy/ Medusa that reinforced me with the lost energy. I strive for the look of despair that appears in her face with my every success. I love to see her mourn when her bad omen fails to come true. Today the hunger is revived. I know i will have to wait a little longer to see that super looser look in her face , but as they say...sabar ka phal meetha hota hai.

P.S : M done as of now, cos if yu gotta kick d fuckin ass of Medusa, u gotta get ur ass down to work. So herein i end as my P.R. notes awaits for me.

o mere sapno k saudagar...!

A mind bespattered with the stains of tension for an unpredictable future. Hands aching because of the disdainful exam spree. Soul trying to fly off to some distant utopia. And yes here i am, very successfully landed to the city of loosers. Being a girl of..........ok lets not get into that, and dreaming about a perfect date if not a dreamboy, actually very successfully places you in the category of loosers. Yet it really doesn't bother that much to me which could successfully hinder my sweet mushy dreams to occur. Generally a wety weather like this would serve as an appropriate parameter to set my mood in the off mode, more so when it is coupled with the apprehensions related to the forthcoming dread termed as exams. Yet today is different, somehow the rain has played its trick on me too. The spell is well casted.

Well, i like to believe that i am unique. With different set of goals and aspirations i take a wholesome pride in distinguishing myself from my peers, if not at least place myself with a statute to look down on others. But my intrinsic value is still the same. My tiny horns pop up to see others perform better than me, i completely dislike when i dont get my due share of enjoyment whereas others do, and most importantly...yes even i have my dream boy..although he found his survival in my dreams only, yet there are days when i wish some fairy mother or God sent angel to appear in front of me, and turn him into reality by the spell of her magic wand.

A simple dream, no different from those nurtured by many girls. A man of my dreams, perfect gentleman, responsible, good looking, well built (oh yes! a good physique is of utmost necessity).A man who would have the passion as well as humour, pride as well as innocence,moolah and humility. Rare combination although but as they say, heart is above all reasoning.Melodramatic it may sound, yet the feelings are very true. I often think of some guy stepping down from his Mercedes Benz.. managing himself to get just about a glimpse of mine, and then mesmerized with my simplicity (talking about beauty would be an overstatement, i like to believe myself to be very modest) he falls head over heels. He would make every effort to win my love, fight almost every menial & virtual battle for me, and then take his victory lap showing off his victory trophy to the whole world (thats gotta be me ofcourse). He would take me away to some distant dreamland and then.................... well censored.... lets say we would live a perfect life happily ever after.

Now that i have successfully managed myself a good oppurtunity for mobilising ample teases, and criticisms, i feel it is the correct juncture to end my blog with.