Blessed and then cursed: A REPOST

Few people are blessed
With feelings so pure
But sometimes I think
It's not a good thing for sure
To love someone with the fullness of your heart
And give them the rights to hurt your soul
To let them break your trust and belief
And still make them feel you can't live on your own
Keep them close to your heart and spirit
But let them not be your everything
For some day they will be gone
And you will be left all alone
Wondering if giving someone the highest status
Is the worst thing you have ever done!

Dosti

The only song that comes into my mind when I think of friends and FRIENDSHIP. Of late this song has become even more close to my heart… coz before leaving to America Box sang this song and sent it to my cellphone as a voice sms! The song is from the movie Rockford...

Lyrics goes such:


Yaaron dosti badi hi haseen hai
Yeh na ho to kya phir
Bolo yeh zindgi hai
Koi to ho raajdaan
Be garaj tera ho yaar
Koi to ho raajdaan

Yaaron mohabbat hi to bandgi hai
Yeh na ho to kya phir
bolo yeh zindgi hai
Koi to dilbar ho yaar
Jisko tujhse ho pyaar
Koi to dilbar ho yaar

Teri har ek buraai pe
daante vo dost
Gam ki ho dhoop to
saaya bane tera vo dost
Naache bhi vo
Teri khushi main

Yaaron dosti badi hi haseen hai
Yeh na ho to kya phir
Bolo yeh zindgi hai
Koi to ho raajdaan
Be garaj tera ho yaar
Koi to ho raajdaan

Tan mann kar tum pe fida
Mahboob vo
Palkon pe jo rakhe tujhe
Mahboob vo
Jiski vafa tere liye ho

Are Yaaron dosti badi hi haseen hai
Yeh na ho to kya phir
Bolo yeh zindgi hai
Koi to dilbar ho yaar
Jisko tujhse ho pyaar
Koi to dilbar ho yaar

Translation for those who are little versed with Hindi!! :)

Friends, frendship, is a very beautiful thing
If its not there, then tell me, what is life?
There must be someone trustworthy, he/she should be your friend without any need
There must be someone trustworthy

Friends, love is a devotion
If its not there, then tell me, what is life?
There must be one sweetheart, who loves you,
There must be one sweetheart

For your every mistake, your friend must scold you,
When there are pangs of sorrow, your friend must become your shadow
Your friend must also dance with you, in your happiness...

Friends, frendship, is a very beautiful thing
If its not there, then tell me, what is life?
There must be someone trustworthy, he/she should be your friend without any need
There must be someone trustworthy

Someone who will devote his/her entire body and heart to you. A lover like this should be there in your life
He/she (lover) must keep you on his eyelashes (shouldn't keep you away from his/her eyesight)
whose faithfulness should be only for you

Friends, love is a devotion
If its not there, then tell me, what is life?
There must be one sweetheart, who loves you,
There must be one sweetheart

Posted on behalf of LukkyDivz by Leo ... have a nice weekend... Enjoy the song! :)

A farewell

I love airports. I haven’t been there many times and the very few times that took me there…always had me in tears. I love them nevertheless.

Yesterday or more precisely in the early hours of this morning three of my friends left for the USA. This post is about my whole experience of watching them leave.

At around 4PM in the noon yesterday, I went to Box’s house so I can bid them farewell, as they were getting ready for their new ventures. The moment I entered, she gave me a packet full of some American chocolates (that I finished in two hours or so). We chatted for sometime, listened to some English music and laughed about not understanding a single word of the lyrics yet trying to sing them aloud as if the world was ours… Box was showing off her posh hair cut that she had got done at some parlor for 650 rupees :P. Was finding it so cute to see her looking into the mirror at least three hundred times yesterday :D

A little later she started showing some of the things that she was taking to the US. And among them were the two letters I wrote to her… one was in third year of engineering while exams were going on when she jokingly asked me for a Snickers chocolate and I couldn’t stop myself from buying one for her. I also wrote a letter and dropped it along with the chocolate into her bag as a surprise. Stupid Box dint notice the gift until I messaged her on my own to check her bag.

Needless to say, she was damn happy! She messaged me back saying that she is feeling really great for the fact that I wrote a letter for her despite having an exam the next day.

Another letter… or I rather say CARD I made for her on her birthday. The card was so full of smiles, my love added with a bountiful of insecurity. I told her not to forget me when she went abroad to which she always replied- how will I?

Reading my own letters made me cry. Just made me realize how difficult it is to not to have them around for a span of two years. I cried…thinking of future, if there is anyone at all left to take care of me like they did for all these years. I would miss their cheerful faces, I would miss chatting with them, I would miss their voices, the fun…. I would miss out on everything.

I got back to normal in a few minutes. We laughed again, we had dinner, we continued chatting and Box... she was still talking to us… while adjusting her hair of course :D.

11PM- the time for us to start for the airport. She held her luggage; she wore her new branded shoes, was smiling and laughing…so excited she was. Maybe inside she was crying… but it is amazing how she smiles hiding her grief within. It is tough for anyone…. to leave your family and go away to a place so far that you wouldn’t be able to see those faces again for 365+365 days. (I know web cams are available…still…)

But I was crying… seeing all of that I was crying. I felt like hugging her and not letting her go. I felt like telling her that I need her as much as I need my family.

We got into the car. I luckily had a chance to sit beside her while she held my hand into hers and started with her ever so lively blabber. That’s the best thing about her. Some people cry with you, others just try to bring a smile on your face…you know they just cannot see you sad.

We laughed again. In between a few tears did roll down my cheeks but then… I told you… she wouldn’t let us cry… so we laughed … :)

And then we got down at the airport. Met the other two friends- Harika and Divya and a whole lot of their relatives. They were obviously getting busier with each passing moment. Div came by and gave me a hug and told me not to cry. It made me cry again.

Harika and I, just exchanged a few glances… don’t know why. It still baffles me. We are apparently the thickest of friends …like I always said… nobody knows me better than what she does. She knows the good… and the bad in me... just everything … yet… yesterday was a complete mystery. I’m just assuming that some things are better not said. And so she preferred not to :O

While box gave me back those glances just to check if I was all right. With her sweet lil gestures she kept saying- Plz don’t cry Div.

All through this Shailu too kept saying- Don’t cry Div, they would not want to see us sad while leaving.

That’s how she controlled her plight.

But how would not I cry? They are my best friends. And it obviously hurts to see them leave. And I never learned to hide my feelings – love, hate, insecurity, possessiveness, anger…whatever!

And they left… smiling and waving.

On the way back home, I cried again. I was rather afraid to live a life without them.
I thought to myself– Shailu is my baby, I got to take care of her… but who would take care of me?
And just then she held my hand…tightly…assuring me that she is still there. Babies are the biggest joy of your life… and sometimes they even prove the biggest support!

It was 4AM when i received a text message, I wondered who might have sent me a message to me at the time of the night... it was Lena's I missed you message. Janu i dint have enough balance in my cell to sms you to say that I wont be online :(

This is probably the last post I’m writing for this year unless I really get an urge to write something. (That can even be tomorrow :D ). So Happy Christmas and a very Happy New Year to all!!

P.S - I’m in delhi from 28th of December to don’t-know-when. So I might not get a chance to visit your blogs … please bear with my absence ;)

People

There are people who know you.
There are people who THINK they know you.

There are people who are right
There are people who THINK they are right

There are people who are nice to you
There are people who are SEEMINGLY nice to you

There are people who genuinely care for you
There are people who DONT

There are people who love you.
There are people who ACT like they love you

There are people who deserve your love
There are people who deserve INDIFFERENCE

People come, people leave
The former ones stay…the latter ones leave

And only after they leave…you realize who is worth being a part of your life and who is not ;)

The PIF gift

An year back, Lena said-

"I promise to send a small handmade gift to the first three people who reply to this post on my blog, specifying that they accept the PIF challenge. I do not know what the gift will be as of now, but it will be something personalized and I promise to have it delivered to them within one year from today, no matter what. Of course, as the name indicates, the condition is that all three of them must in turn pay it forward the same way, by putting up a post linking to this one on their blog and promising to send three others a handmade gift."

And finally, I received the long awaited gift from Janu this Monday :). This is what Janu had sent me as a PIF gift.


Since I could not give my address due to some personal problems, I had to collect it from a post office some twelve kilometers away from my home :P. I was obviously excited…about the letter, the handmade bracelet and the chocolates :). And as you can see I got more than what I expected – a small huggable pillow with – YOU”RE SPECIAL printed on it :)

When i first saw the packet I was like- wow! A big pack of gifts :P means more and more Russian chocolates :P.

I opened it… at the post office itself :P couldn’t wait till I get home :(. And you know Janu… the first I did after opening the cover was – reading your letter. I was more absorbed into reading what you wrote for me rather than those chocolates that you had sent. (They take the second place though :P PIF gift is only a complimentary :P).

My sweet Div, Divvi, Divvu

This is not a letter but a few notes about how much you matter to me.

• You’re the sweetest girl and that’s because you eat too much chocolate :P.
  
• You’re my 3AM friend. You’re a special person. of course you know this but I will repeat it again and again.
• You know me better than my real sister does. Well, you’re as much a real sister as she is.
  
• Me loves you a lot. You know that. That’s why I always sms you even though you don’t reply.
• I will come to India, that’s a promise. And you will be one among few whom I will meet. And we will go to chocolate house and I will pay. That’s a promise.
• But you pay for ice creams.
• I Love You sweets
  
• I care about you.
• I miss you all the time when you’re not online. And you’re more than just a great friend to me. You’re my sweet little cute sister. Love always, Lena

I cried while reading the letter. When you said I’m sweet. When you said I’m your 3AM friend. When you said I’m special. When you said you miss me when I’m offline. When you said I know you better than your real sister does. When you said I’m as much a real sister as she is to you. When you said you love me a lot. When you said that you sms ,me but I don’t reply. When you said that you’ll come to India and I’ll be among the few whom you’re gonna meet. When you said that you would take me to chocolate house.

And I smiled when you said you will pay :P

You know letters make me emotional. Even if I read something silly and funny written by someone close to me…they brings tears. That is what happened at the post office. Then I took a sneak peek of the NUMBER of chocolates and smiled to myself :) – today’s going to be a chocolate day ;) and then the imprinted lines on the pillow.

On the way back home. I was reminded of the PIF post, my first stupid mail to you, the one year journey along the roads of friendship, the times when you were sad and I stood by you and those times when I was/am :P sad/mad and you always stood by me.

Was also reminded of one particular chat when you gave me some virtual hugs because I was feeling low and I said- these are not real ones Janu. I want real hugs that can comfort me. And you replied- I wish I could give you some real ones dear.

A single tear dropped from my eyes remembering that chat and you know I closed my eyes for a few seconds before I realized that I was driving my bike.
For a moment I thought I was almost gone.

And Janu you did send me a real hug. REALLY. Since that day I’ve been sleeping with the pillow in my arms. (lol, no romance intended :P). The pillow that you had sent me is no less than a real hug. By the way I shared the chocolates with family and friends. But the two big bars were made ONLY for me and so dint feel like sharing :P.

This is for you janu ;) click to enlarge :)




Well, it is Saturday so I guess I can dedicate a song to Janu in the form of MMM.
My favorite things from the movie- The sound of music.

Sid's dedication

Sid of Silent Recollections has posted a poem as a dedication- to me / my grandfather I'm not sure ;) . All i wanna say is that sid, you know what makes me happy :) and when :) . It just made me feel a lil proud of myself :)

Love u :) Keep smiling always ;) and Thank you so much!!

Div's words of wisdom :)

• Love should not be forced…. Love CANNOT be forced.

• I’ve heard so much about love. Each one of us has a different tale to say about love…- love is an addiction, love is unconditional, love is pain, love is bliss, love is a game, love is blind, love is not having to say sorry, love is love…. but for me…as I realized in the past few weeks…To Love…is…To care. Sometimes you just can’t stop loving someone…. maybe coz you can’t stop caring for him.

• Sometimes you don’t care about losing your self. …That is... when you fear losing someone else.

• It is always good to fear losing people…otherwise you never learn to value them. You take them for granted and it’s the worst thing you can ever do to someone you love.

• A man is best known by his courteousness towards a woman. I believe so.

The rest for some other time :P

P.S- Sorry for not having replied to some of the comments in the previous post :(

The plight of a child

Picture this. An estranged couple raging against each other in the middle of the road. Their only three-year-old staring at them with complete innocence. At his age he even doesn’t know what FEAR is like! Just then the father reaches out for him, lifts him up in the air and threatens his wife that he would hit the kid to the ground if she continued to raise her voice. This wife still doesn’t care to shut her mouth for the sake of her own child.

Last night I went out for a walk with my aunt…maybe just to witness this horrible incident. I grabbed the child from the man’s hands and waited for the situation to pacify and then handed over the boy into some safe hands.

Ten years henceforth, maybe the child would be writing this to heal himself.



Dear someone,

Another restless night!

Sometimes I wonder why two people come together when they were never meant to be… yes I’m talking about my parents indeed. All these years I’ve seen them fighting over every possible issue. Its like they search for reasons to fight. I remember not a single moment of happiness shared or problems discussed. A two-minute talk was enough for them to blow away disgust. And during those times they don’t think of anything or anybody else-not even me. They throw things at each other; they break the costliest of furniture, they use absolute repulsive language. Sometimes I’m afraid of coming under their influence and using such language. You know I don’t want to. I really don’t want to.

Sometimes I even wish I were born in a different family. Just sometimes. They never think of how these things affect my life. I am sleeping and all of a sudden I hear voices from inside screaming and scowling at each other. I try going back to sleep but if it continues I have to get out of my bed and separate them, push them into two different rooms. Though it rarely happen that the situation pacifies due to my intervention. It might even get aggravated you know… specially if I take sides.

Difference of opinions, ego clashes, and superiority complexes – all of them take their toll on ME. I get scary dreams. Maybe I should say nightmares…like you know someone falling off from the terrace or my world devoid of love, people leaving me. My heart beats thrice its normal rate before I realize its only a dream!

I see the worst during exams time. I need some sleep, peace of mind… at least then? My exams mean nothing for them. They never helped me with my studies. Still…they expect me to stand amongst the top in school. Can someone tell me HOW am I supposed to?

But anyway life at school is better. At least I don’t get to see all this during school hours! And after school? Where do I hide? Where? And even If I do? How long? THIS is my home. I can’t run away. This is where I belong!

I wonder what our neighbors think of my family. I understand it is annoying to hear loud voices in the dark hours of the night when everybody is soundly asleep. Yes I understand. I wish even they did.

I thought about running away from these difficulties but then I’m afraid what the situation would be like when I’m not home. It can only get worse.

I can’t deny that I get angry and annoyed for silliest of reasons at times. That’s when they say- Look at other children of your age and look at yourself. I retort –Look at their parents… and now compare them with YOU. Did you give me the love I needed?

At least I have this excuse - Good or bad…for whatever I am, THEY are responsible.

From Stolen Moments...

This week's MMM:




Aur aahista kijiye baatein, dhadakane koi sun raha hoga
Aur aahista kijiye baatein, dhadakane koi sun raha hoga
Labz girane na paaye honton se, waqt ke haath inako chun lenge
Kaan rakhate hain ye darodiva, raaz ki saari baat sun lenge
Aur aahista kijiye baatein

Aise bolo ki dil ka afasaana, dil sune aur nigaah doharaaye
Aise bolo ki dil ka afasaana, dil sune aur nigaah doharaaye
Apane chaaro taraf ki ye duniya
Saans ka shor bhi
Na sun paaye, na sun paaye

Aur aahista kijiye baatein, dhadakane koi sun raha hoga
Labz girane na paaye honton se, waqt ke haath inako chun lenge
Kaan rakhate hain ye darodiva, raaz ki saari baat sun lenge
Aur aahista kijiye baatein

Aayiye band karale darwaaje, raat sapane chura na le jaaye
Aayiye band karale darwaaje, raat sapane chura na le jaaye
Koi jhonka hawa ka aawara, dil ki baaton ko uda
Na le jaye, na le jaye

Aur aahista kijiye baatein, dhadakane koi sun raha hoga
Labz girane na paaye honton se, waqt ke haath inko chun lenge
Kaan rakhte hain ye darodiva, raaz ki saari baat sun lenge
Aur aahista kijiye baatein

Aaj itane karib aa jaao , duriyon ka kahi nishaan na rahe
Aaj itane karib aa jaao , duriyon ka kahi nishaan na rahe
Aise ek dusare me ghum ho jayen, faasala koi darmiya
Na rah jaye, na rah jaye

Aur aahista kijiye baatein, dhadakane koi sun raha hoga
Labz girane na paaye honton se, waqt ke haath inko chun lenge
Kaan rakhte hain ye darodiva, raaz ki saari baat sun lenge


Beautiful –that’s the only word I have for this song. I had this as my callertune for a month but had to change since it has got a male voice prominently. Love it nevertheless :)

Janu, check out the video, its AWESOME!! - I couldn’t find the translation for you this time :(

Remembering him...

“How much time does he have?”
“I’m afraid only days…”

That was two years back.

Just two days later… Dec11th….3 AM…we got a call from the hospital about grandpa’s condition being serious. Masi woke me up and together we started for the hospital…taking utmost care so we don’t get granny out of her sleep. (Considering she hadn’t slept for a week already)

At the hospital… we saw him struggling to breathe.

I started crying and I was made to walk out of the room.

At 7 AM, after four hours of battling for life…. he breathed his last.

Grandpa wanted to live. He thought it was a mild tumor and he would be fine in no time. Neither we had the courage to tell him about his cancer. He lived with hope, with strength, with belief…till the end.

He always knew we would not be able to do without him. He knew there wasn’t anybody in the family who could replace his position, sincerely take up his responsibilities, spend money as wisely as he did, take care of his much loved family. And he was right…even after two years of his demise… nobody has been able to prove himself as responsible as he was!

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Two years from the time you passed away
Still the memories of you like just yesterday
At times I feel you near…
Like we are watching TV together
And sometimes I search for you
I refuse to believe you are no more here


When I’m sad, thinking of you makes me double sad
And when I’m happy…. you multiply my joys.
To share my joys I talk to your photographs
Maybe you’re hearing me but I cannot


Umpteen things that I want to do for you
A foundation, a donation on your name to name a few
But too small are my abilities, sometimes I give up
I’m vexed; I have lost the purpose of this life


I know you’re watching me from there
Know in my heart you will always be there
Not just not as any physical figure
But someone I love the most and will forever treasure

Div's Blessings :P

One year of blogging and sixty awards. Not bad :P though I must admit most of them were rather a token of love from some dear friends. Just felt like passing on some awards to my favorite blogs and bloggers…

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Winning Attitude Award: Lena, Sami, Preeti, Vinay, Pranav, Sid, Farah, PJ, Neha, Meher, Arv, Ankur, Shrav

I love your blog award: Vinay, Sid, Farah, PJ, Neha, Raks, Meher, Arv, Ankur, Pranav, Humbl devil, Anwesa, Anil, Deluded, Richa, Swayam, Stephen, Hemz, Shrav, aneesh Indu, Vinu,

You make my day award: Vinay, Sid, Raks, PJ, Neha, Meher, Ankur, Pranav. Hemz, Anil, shrav

Your comments create magic award: Sid, Pranav, Farah, Neha, Meher, Arv, Ankur, Humbl devil, Anil, Stephen, Hemz, aneesh, raks, Shrav, Richa, Swayam

You have my heart award: Vinay, Sid, Raks, Farah, PJ, Neha, Meher.

This blogger is truly sweet award: Vinay, Pranav, Hemz, Farah, PJ, Neha, Meher, Arv, Ankur, Humbl devil, Anwesa, Anil, Deluded, Sid, aneesh, Indu, raks, Vinu, Shrav, Richa, Swayam


Roar for powerful words: Vinay, Pranav, Farah, Sid, Meher, Arv, Stephen, Indu, Vinu


Thanks for writing: Lena, Sami, Preeti, Vinay, Pranav, Farah, PJ, Neha, Meher, Arv, Ankur, Humbl devil, Anwesa, Anil, Deluded, Sid, Stephen, Hemz, aneesh Indu, raks, Vinu, Shrav, Richa, Swayam


Lovely blogger award: Raks, Neha, Anil, Indu, Pranav, Vinu, Shrav, Swayam, Richa. (Assuming all others have it :))


Best blogging buddies award: Vinay, Sid, PJ, Raks, Farah, Neha, Meher, Ankur.

Do check PRANAV’s blog here. I love/enjoy it and I’m sure every one of you will :).

LOVE ALWAYS....

Div ;)

That thing called....

Many things money can buy
My favorite food, my favorite attire
A beautiful house close to the seaside
Money can make my life easy
Without much of an affair
It can make me rich
Can get me anything I desire

A few things that money can’t buy
True friendships and relationships of joy
Unfathomable love that we all receive
These are the real riches we fail to perceive
They leave memories of a good old life
That one takes along even after he dies

Money is the only barrier between relationships.
Of all the things…. it is something I never envied.

Kya hua tera wada?

This week’s MMM :)






--MALE--
(Kya hua tera waada
Woh kasam, woh iraada) - 2
Bhoolega dil jis din tumhe
Woh din zindagi ka aakhri din hoga
Kya hua tera waada
Woh kasam, woh iraada

--FEMALE--
Bhoolega dil jis din tumhe
Woh din zindagi ka aakhri din hoga
Kya hua tera waada

--MALE--
Yaad hai mujhko, tune kaha tha
Tumse nahin roothenge kabhi
Dil ki tarah se haath mile hain
Kaise bhala chhootenge kabhi
Teri baahon mein beeti har shyaam
Bewafa yeh bhi kya yaad nahin
Kya hua tera waada
Woh kasam, woh iraada
Bhoolega dil jis din tumhe
Woh din zindagi ka aakhri din hoga
Kya hua tera waada
Woh kasam, woh iraada
Oh kehne waale mujhko farebi
Kaun farebi hai yeh bata
Woh jisne gham liya pyaar ki khaatir
Ya jisne pyaar ko bech diya
Nasha daulat ka aisa bhi kya
Ke tujhe kuch bhi yaad nahin
Kya hua tera waada
Woh kasam, woh iraada
Bhoolega dil jis din tumhe
Woh din zindagi ka aakhri din hoga
Kya hua tera waada
Woh kasam woh irada

And the translation from GOOGLE :

What happened (to) your promise, that oath, that intention?
The day that my heart forgets you…would be the last day of my life

I remember, you had told me,
That u won’t ever be mad at me
Our hands are joined through our hearts
How can they ever separate?


Every evening spent in your arms
Unfaithful! Don't you remember this?
You call me a cheat
but tell me who is the cheat?
The one who accepted sorrow, for the sake of love?
Or the one who had sold love?

What kind of intoxication is this wealth
that you don't remember any of this!!

Relationships are a comfort in the beginning. Just sometimes with time Priorities change. People change, Promises broken and expectations unfulfilled.

Love seemingly lost… leaving only memories of the good times.

As we ask our self… What happened (to the promise, the oath and the intentions?

AND WITH MUCH LOVE...............

Guys are Guys :|

lena: they have a different mindset :D

Div: they dont have a heart :P

we must donate :P

hahahahahahaha

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After a few more discussions:

lena: lol

like i said they have different mindset

:D

Div: like i said -they have no heart :P

and we must donate :P

lena: ummm... me doesn't want to donate :P

Div: i would love to :P in exchange for brains

:P

P.S- NO OFFENSE INTENDED... but i cant resist myself from saying - guys are just guys :|

Junglee jaanwar :O

This li'l dumbhead comes back home from school and says these things to me :

You are crazy
Junglee jaanwar (Wild animal)

You shameless creature!

I turn to my masi and give her a :O expression

Masi : haha, he has just learnt some new words!!

Me: But why me? :O why not You, Sumanth, Granny or Dhriti? :O

Masi: He thought of you as the perfect choice ;)

:| :| :| :| :| :| :| :| :|

All's well that ends well :)

And a week's battle ends :P

Exam fever :|

Exam time on blogger. Takes me back to November 2007. Last exam of that semester and we were given three days for preparation. First two days were somehow misused (I used to be online for a minimum of ten hours even during my exam time :D )and the last day marked the beginning of nervousness frustration and loss of hope. Partially because some other trivial things bothered me much. All of a sudden I started crying. Messaged Box at like 3AM about my miserable condition- that only six hours were left for the exam and I haven’t even started with my preparation. And the sweetheart that she is…she called up as soon as she saw the message and started giving me tips on what to read, how to read, that she would help me out with the revision in college and if needed she would come to college a bit early so we both can finish off with the revision of at least two units. And with that level of confidence she had built up inside me… I studied hard for the next three hours, was satisfied with my preparation…hoping that I would definitely pass the exam.

Would you believe if I said that my eyes are filled with tears as I am typing these lines!! :(

Anyways… all the best to everybody giving their exams this month. Special wishes to Sid, Neha, Raks and Vinay.



Seems the other three are quite flippant about their exams but Sid is one guy who fears exams too much. Same-pinch Sid, that’s one reason I haven’t decided on going for higher studies. I can’t handle them anymore :|. Still, like I told you before…take short breaks in between, if you feel too low talk to people who make you feel better and most of all…take it easy :P

Love.

Just another sleepless night

Its 4 AM

Have been trying to sleep since 1.30 AM

Need to get up at 7 AM

Just another sleepless night

Sometimes i feel am being punished for nothing.

This will put you off to sleep :P

That’s not my voice but my granny’s…a lullaby that she has been singing for years now. For her four children and eight grandchildren. I had always wanted to record this one song somehow without her knowledge. Today I just asked if she would sing it for me so I could record and listen to it whenever I want to. After a lot of persuasion she finally did it for me.

Sweeeeeeeeeet na? ;)