5 ways to handle Inferiority Complex.

Have you ever felt ‘different’ to some set of people because they appeared superior or they talked intelligently or they were rich and classy? Have you ever felt a little hesitation when meeting new people because you think that you lack something and are scared of criticism?

These are all feelings of inferiority and when they take command over your life and makes you behave queerly or hesitatingly, that’s when you face inferiority complex.

Generally, the thought that you are an inferior to others pops up in your head maybe because you’re too skinny or you’re fat or you’re too short or you’re not doing well in your exams or you’re poor or you have some physical deformity or you’re always labelled with some bad adjectives by your peers or you haven’t been able to get over a past event or you’re not able to get into a relationship and the list can go really long.

Shunning away such thoughts and beliefs and uttering out loud that ‘I am not inferior to anyone’ will not really help. Had it been so simple then none of us would be haunted by these I-am-inferior thoughts.

Over the time, these thoughts of being inferior may clutter your mind which often leads to depression, shyness, hesitation and a downfall of self-confidence.

But then again, you can very easily get over all of it with the help of positivity, happiness and will-power. Below are the few basic things that you ought to keep in mind and follow to get over your inferiority complex.

What’s important is that none of us are born flawless. We all are an incredible mixture of qualities and flaws and that’s what makes us a normal being. Inferiority complex is the false belief that we create in our heads about ourselves. It’s how we view ourselves.

1. So, it is very important to have a pleasant self-image which does not mean that you will overrate yourself and live in your own world of make-believe. It’s going to hurt you even more when you will get into the reality. So, be pragmatic and accept the way you are. You are simply you and that is what is special about you.
2. Always try to improve yourself. By improving, I mean, to build your self-confidence and self-esteem, to stop being shy and over-conscious about what the others are thinking about you and so on. The more you will work towards your improvement, the more you will be environed with positivity. This very positivity will definitely inspire you to work harder. And you will soon find yourself improving.
3. Never ever compare yourselves to anyone and everyone. People are of different kinds. The more you compare, the more you are going to feel miserable. Rather compare your present self with the past one and see if you have improved.
4. Forget thinking about the negative things that may happen to you like “I don’t know if they’ll talk to me, I am so not up to their standards” or “I should leave, I look awful among these people” and so on. If you really start thinking negatively, there will be no end to it. Also, it makes you look nervous and strange as face is the index of mind. Just give a halt to all these thoughts and be free, you will feel much better
5. The last and the crucial thing, try to avoid such people who discourage you or make you think negatively about yourself. With such people around, your mind will always be clogged with negativity and hesitation.

So, let go off all your inhibitions. You were created to be you and not what people want you to be. So, the next time you feel inferior, give yourself some time, think about all of this and feel good about yourself because you are unique and you are simply you!

Peace.

Lost.

In a crowd of a zillion people,

In the hustle-bustle of the city streets,

In the conspiracies of the people around,

I am lost.

Lost in my own world.

Lost in my imagination.

Lost in some fantasy.

Lost in an abyss of thoughts.

Yes. I am aloof.

Away from the incessant gossips.

Away from their flaunts and brags.

I am lost.

I want to be lost forever

for it is going to keep the unreal world alive.

I want to live a life

in an imaginative world.

A world where people don't judge.

A world where there's silence.

A world where there's immense compassion.

A world where there's no space for lies.

Will you hold my hand?

And join me?

in a journey to an unreal world

where we will be happily lost.

Peace.

Google Plus vs. Facebook.

In a world, where people are into excessive social networking, Google introduces yet another social networking site to add up to the mayhem, Google Plus! It is said to have given the most popular social networking site, Facebook, a pretty good competition. People are now confused whether they should be in the blues of Facebook or roam around in circles on Google Plus.

Google Plus, to quite an extent, is a mixture of Facebook and Twitter. (Another widely used social networking site for miro-blogging.) The concept of adding up friends in your circles and having yourself in others’ circles is quite similar to the concept of followers in Twitter. Also, Google Plus looks very much like Facebook minus the advertisements.

There has been a great emphasis on the concept of circles in Google Plus. This concept of friends in circles has provided users with an easy and uncomplicated way to categorize friends and also to share selected updates with the selected set of friends that you choose. We can do pretty much the same in Facebook but this whole process is clumsy there and is definitely not as easy as Google Plus.

All about the circles.

This whole new circle based posting is reducing public posts to very closed circles thus there will be very less wall posts visible to us, but it can be a perfect tool for a close friends’ group to have social interaction, share photos, videos, etc. But then, if we come to think of it, we did not use Facebook or Orkut to keep in touch with our very close friends alone. It’s more of a news page of what is happening to ‘all’ our friends and who has commented what. The moment this news is cut off, I feel there is nothing else that engages us in this site. Over the time, everyone will start putting posts within closed circles and your wall activity will be filled by only very few posts posted by your close friends. The concept of randomly seeing what “other 100+ friends” are up to won’t exist. This may lead to the activity going down gradually. But then, at the same time, it also gives you the freedom to share a particular post with just your friends and not your teachers or family conveniently.

Another good thing about circles is that nobody can see which circle you’ve added them to. So, you may easily add someone to ‘Annoying People’ circle and they won’t even have a clue about it!

Some more features.

Google plus has this excellent feature of editing a post. An error or typo in any of your posts can easily be edited without even anyone knowing about it. You don’t have to re-post it, it updates automatically.

The +1 button of Google Plus is a clone of the ‘Like’ button of Facebook.

The graphics of Google Plus is also very interesting. What I found the most interesting is the way a circle vibrates and falls down and rolls to the right of the screen and then vanishes when you delete a circle. Try it in case you haven’t!

Facebook video chat is indeed an amazing feature that Mark Zuckerberg introduced but Google Plus’ video chat sure beats it. Hangouts on Google Plus provides us with a group video chat where we can video chat with multiple friends and we can also see youtube videos together with friends!

Google Plus does not have any options to write to someone directly unlike Facebook. Facebook lets us write directly on each other’s wall and also, it has pretty good private messaging tools.

Hopefully, there are still many more new and innovative features which are yet to arrive. Till then the Google Plus vs. Facebook arguments will continue. All in all, there are few features which are exclusive to Facebook and few which are exclusive to Google Plus. So, which do you think will grab your attention more?

Peace.

Why frown when you can smile?

Anger is a momentary madness, so control your passion or it will control you.

–Horace.

A lot of us have a habit of getting angry at trivial issues. Also, we have a problem when it comes to controlling our anger. Some of us even fail to realize it. There are times when we feel excessively angry, all we need to do then, is calm ourselves down because anger leads to words of wrath which in turn, ruins the peace of mind and sometimes relationships as well.

Knowing that you cannot control your anger, but not doing something about it, is like being awake but not aware. So, if you know that you have a problem, you got to find a solution to it. The idea that you cannot control your anger is a mere myth.

The truth is that you can control everything about you and your life, let alone anger.

At situations when you get angry, here’s what you can do:

• You can probably isolate yourself and do a little soliloquy to make yourself understand that things can be sorted out in a better way rather than getting angry and messing up. Though a little part of you may remain angry but your inner voice will help you keep a distance from anger. Remember, you are the best person to deal with yourself.
• Do some deep breathing. This will help you calm down and when you’ll calm down you’ll probably be able to think over the cause of your anger and cure it.
• You can always think about something/someone which/who you find soothing and try to divert your mind to the other happier things/moments so that you kinda forget about the being angry.
• Anger often happens due to stress. Stress leads to frustration and you vent out this very frustration by being angry. In our ever so busy lives, we often get stressed because of our work, so always love what you do and do what makes you happy and satisfied.
• Try overcoming anger by practicing it’s opposite virtues, such as, love and compassion.
• When angry, try to take a long walk in nature’s lap. Look at the trees, the sky, the roads, the people, feel the wind. You can also listen to your favourite music during your walk. All of this will definitely soothe you and lower your temper.
• Try not to speak when you’re angry because words spoken in anger are often harsh and coarse and they heat up the situation which in turn spreads negativity and makes matter worse.

You will be able to achieve the aforementioned tasks and be successful only if you have the determination. A determination to control your mind and overcome the anger.

By controlling your anger every time, I, of course, don’t mean that you should keep quiet and put up with injustice or something wrong. Instead of choosing anger, you should choose a peaceful way of handling it. Anger is something that is always there, but the best part is you have the full power to control it. So, relax, you have an amazing life and you wouldn’t want to ruin it by bringing in anger into it. Forget the frown, instead stick a smile (a genuine one) and see the world smiling back at you!

Peace.

Frandship Day!

Well, all of my friends are abuzz with frandship messages and sayings and quotes and all. Few of them called me up at 12 yesterday night! I see Facebook overloading with oodles of love and affection for friends. Status updates, wall posts, pictures, notes and what not! Twitter's trending topic is #FrienshipDay. I have been getting incessant texts and mails from my friends, even those ones who hardly ever talk to me, which said how much they love me and care for me and they'll stand by me at every situation of my life and all.

Come to think of it, if you really had SO many friends who would be there for you, come what may. Then, your life would be so much better and hassle-free!

I, of course, love it, a day specially for the ones who you've shared some crazy moments with, but, with the real good friends, do we really need a day?! With the true friends, we don't really need a day to express our affection because we express it every single day, sometimes unknowingly.

But then, I won't spoil the fun. With such friends around who love celebrating friendship day, I can't help but celebrate it. So, yeah, Happy Friendship Day! And, keep the "fraandzz" away!

Peace.

Oh! So embarrassed.

In our lives, there always comes a moment when we’re oh! SO embarrassed. And later, we strongly feel that it shouldn’t have happened. But , if you come to think of it, these are the little things that makes life worth living by adding up a string of fun and laughter.
There’s this moment when you’re doing something ridiculously stupid or something crazy happened to you and you desperately pray no one should notice you and it is an out-and-out feeling and that very moment you catch someone noticing you and you feel like “Why do you have to freakin’ look at me when I don’t want you to?!”.
These oh! So embarrassing moments happen to you randomly, maybe when:

You trip on a perfectly plain surface while walking with someone.

Your crush looks at you when you’re taking a real HUGE bite of your burger.

You say Hi to someone and they don’t look at you, instead someone else does. Or someone smiles at you and you smile back, then you realize that they were smiling at someone else.

You fall off a chair because it is broken and you did not notice.

You end up dropping water on your pants at a public place.

You, accidentally, spit while talking to someone.

You get into the wrong sex's wash room in a hurry.

You drop food on your clothes in public and there your shirt looks beautiful with yellow stains all over.

You spill water all over the table at a restaurant.

You keep the wrong foot forward. Er, as in you step on poop and you're in deep shit.

You send a wrong text to the wrong person at the wrong time.

And, there are many more….
Sometimes, such funny situations are sure embarrassing and are unavoidable and you can’t help but bear them. So, why do it with a frown when you can laugh it off! The best and simple way to handle such a situation is to shrug off a never mind and giggle at yourself. The idea is to smile and forget it.
So, the next time when something of this sort happens to you, you know what to do!

Peace.

Ima show you, how great I am.

In a crowd of thousands, there I stood with the spotlights on me in front of the huge cynical crowd. I watched the other girls giving their introductions and getting booed even before finishing it. It was my turn, I stepped out, I spoke and they booed. But, this was not what I wanted to happen, so I stood there and told them about how well I can sing. Somebody shouted out loud to sing something for them so that they can boo some more. Now, that’s what I wanted to happen. I sang and they were quiet. All they could do, after I finished, was cheer and applaud.
Do what you want to do and do it with absolute confidence and not the world can stop you. Let the second thoughts disappear, let go off all the inhibitions because it’s about you and your worth. Even if you have to face the failure, do it because only then will you know the real taste of victory.

And, now I leave y'all with this immensely inspirational video.

Peace.

Sweetest Stranger Forever. (Part-III)

This part is about the gradual disconnection. The frequency of them talking was absolutely diminishing. Earlier they could not pass a single day without talking and now they talked every alternate day. She messaged him first and she either used to get a very late reply or no reply at all. Similar thing happened when they talked online. He said he was busy. But, he never really failed to text her 'Good Morning' every day. She woke up to his texts and probably because of that she did not mind texting him first most of the times. It was like a daily routine, but when she actually told him that she expected this much from him and he should text her every morning, the texts were no more regular. The one thing which had her hopes still alive was gone. On asking, he had some or the other excuses. These little problems brought about the ego issues. Every time she thought of starting the conversation first, she was flooded with many other thoughts, what if she's intruding into his life, what if she's being desperate, what if she's being boring or talkative. All these thoughts stormed her head and she used to give up. She only waited for him to remember her.

Things on his side were pretty normal. He did not face any of it may be because he never gave her a special place in his life or probably never loved her the way she did though he was expressive about loving her which actually made her believe that he loved her but then she knew all of it was light-hearted flirting. The only problem was she started taking it seriously when the light-hearted flirting continued for almost a year. He used to talk when he felt like. The talking every day routine was dead.

She pretended to be okay and he believed it, he talked for a bit and used to leave. And she kept wondering how things have changed and deep down inside she wanted the old charm back. She wanted to go on and on talking and smiling but he was not there.

As time passed by, they grew apart. Both of them were online but none started a conversation, they talked after weeks and they used to wrap up the conversation very soon. She kept thinking about him. She kept thinking about the old times when every thing was sweet and hassle-free. She chose to be bold. She decided not to cry over him. She decided to deal with it and forget him. It was painfully difficult. The more she tried to forget him, the more she thought about him. Forgetting him, she realized, was not really possible. She then decided to control her emotions and stop expecting and yes, it was working. She was pretty much able to do it. But then, she could never really resist herself from checking his profile on social networking websites incessantly.

One fine day, as usual, she was checking his updates, the past ones. She found out that he had been in a relationship with a girl before which he had never mentioned to her. It was a surprise for her considering that he told her everything. She was shocked but after musing over it for quite a while she realized that it was moronic of her to check the past updates. It was his past anyway and she had no concerns with his past.

She thought of not uttering a word about this when they talk and things went the usual way. Rare talking, a little glumness.

She was then added by another id of his. On asking, she was told that the earlier had some problem so he's using this one. And the conversations continued. She was getting used to not talking much with him. Sometimes, she used to get upset over the changed circumstances but then she managed. Also, she was not mad to talk with him anymore. She had perfectly prioritised things and she stopped ignoring everything else just to chat with him as she used to. She was gradually stepping into the reality and was handling herself well.

In this whole process of being sensible and practical, she decided to delete her fake id permanently. Suddenly, there was this string of curiosity in her mind to check if his new id has a profile or not. She had always found the new id a little fishy. She hit the search button and she did find a profile. She wished it shouldn't be him. But, God had other plans. It was him. This time, she was shocked out of her wits. All this while, the one thing she respected in him was his honesty for which she was honest to him later and now she found out that he had clearly lied. The profile was active. All the chats and his reasons as to why he could not chat and all of it stormed into her mind. She settled down and now she decided that she will happily never initiate a conversation with him. All the feelings were evaporated for a moment.

There she was, sullen and angry. She decided to end this whole thing which she had for over a year. She decided to treat him as just another person.

Peace.

We, the Women.

With the rise of progress and advancement in India, the rate of women molestation has been rising too. Not a single day passes by, when the newspaper does not have an article reporting a rape of a woman. In spite of being liberal and modern, women molestation has become one of the abundant issues. Be it a little girl or a middle-aged woman or an elderly lady, the rapists leave none. With the passing time, it seems we can not wear what we feel like or walk out in the dark peacefully or go to pubs late night. This does not really signify freedom, does it?

People often say that we should not wear revealing clothes because it invites molestation but the women clad in salwar-kameez are not spared either. Basically, it is not about what a woman is wearing but it is about the mindset of the rapists who view women as their objects of desire and hence, force them into sexual acts. It's not about changing what we wear or restricting our movements, it's about teaching them how to behave with us and enforcing stringent and exemplary punishment so that they know that it is an offence.

Also, there is no equality at all between men and women. Men are free to do whatever they want to but when it comes to women, there are particular set of restrictions and limitations imposed on them just because any desperate man can pounce on them for their sexual pleasure.

It is time to take stringent actions against rapists as raping a woman is becoming a rage every passing day. We are neither safe in daylight nor in the the dark. Workplaces, schools, colleges, roads or even homes for that matter are not safe for us. In most of the rape cases, the rapist is known to the victim as per the case studies/reports.

The need of the hour is to enact strict laws by the government against the rapist if found guilty, to change people's point of view about women and rape. We are the modern women in a liberal nation and we have all the right to stand up and raise our voices against those who commit such a crime, to rise up and protest against those who hamper our respect and dignity.

Peace.

Boyfriend Blues.

She: Hi!

Me : Hey!

She: What's your name?

Me : I'm AB.

She: So, do you have a boyfriend?

Me : *making an awkward face* Um, er, no. I'm single.

She: Why?! You seem to be pretty smart!!

Me : Heh. (Er, what was THAT!) :/

This is a little conversation, I'll remember for life! It was my first day in college, seems like yesterday, I'm done with a year already! Time flies by, indeed. and I was flooded with the lovely question, "Do you have a boyfriend?". I was tired of saying 'No' to everyone and then I started saying 'I don't know'. Okay. Yes. I was pissed. And, well I sure did get weird looks. :D I mean what is so interesting about this question? Why would you ask someone this on the first day, when you know each other from past a minute? Of course, you won't befriend me if I have/don't have a boyfriend, I mean how does it even matter!

Back in school, my girlfriends and I were so much into the other things that we never got time to think about boyfriends. And now when I come to college, There's so much boyfriend gossip around that I got peeved. If you talk about your crush or boyfriend, you will be liked by everyone around.

It has been a year now, and all I've known is girls' one of the most interesting matter has to be boyfriend/crush/ex and they can talk about it incessantly.

• Happily in a relationship.

These girls are madly, deeply and truly in love. All they can talk about is their boyfriend. What he does, eats, like, dislikes, talks about and so on. They don't care if you're bored to death or get the fact that your smile's fake and deep down inside you want to shut her up, they just go on and on about their guy. They can spend hours on phone and not know that you're with them and they should actually attend you.

• In Like.

These girls have started liking someone. Someone they talk with everyday. At first, they would hide it then eventually they'll disclose about this whole like-a-guy thing. The initial stage would be all giggly and chirpy. They get excited when they receive a text or a call from the guy who is likely going to be their next boyfriend according to them. These girls won't ignore you, rather, they discuss each and every minute detail with each other from the conversations to what should they do next. Eventually, the guy stops talking and then comes the sad or vengeance or bold phase where they are either crying or is in a mood to make him jealous or will pretend to not care about him any more. But, they'll sometimes talk to you about how good it felt to talk and how things change i.e only if you're a good friend.

• Broken-up.

Well, I don't really want to talk about this set of girls. They're just sad. Very sad. Every single thing will remind them of their ex.

Now, what I've seen is, having a boyfriend/girlfriend has become more of a trend or probably a cool quotient. Girls grab a guy or vice versa just to 'fit in' and boast. The ones who do not have a boyfriend/girlfriend often end up thinking that they are not worth anything and become depressed over such trivial an issue.

I totally agree that love cannot be imposed on anyone but most people force themselves into love just so they can show their friends that they do have a bf/gf and hence, they're cool.

So people, the world is beyond boyfriends and girlfriends. If you are not happy alone, you'll never be happy with anyone. Find happiness within yourself. Nobody completes you. You complete yourself. Stay happy. Keep smiling!

Peace.

Child Labor.

I see them on the streets.

Walking bare-legged

with a frown on their face

in the hot sun.

I see them knocking

on the windows of sleek cars

selling articles

with a helpless face.

I see them picking up

the enormous vessel

full of soil and bricks

heavier than their own weight.

I see them running.

No, not in a playful manner,

but, carrying the eatables

to the well-bred people.

I see them cleaning.

Cleaning the roads, the houses.

Picking up things from the ground

in hope of finding something better.

I see their little blackened hands

working interminably

to shun the poverty

that they are stuck with.

I see their intense desire

a streak of hope in them

to live, to dream, to learn

to read, to write....

I see them,

you see them,

we all see them,

So, let all of us help them remain childlike.

Peace.

The Ladies' Compartment.

Delhi Metro is truly a saviour. One can travel a real long distance quite comfortably. Well, it really is a saviour especially in the scorching heat of Delhi. The ones who have to travel a long distance each single day for either their work or school and college can rely on the metro. Recently, the Delhi Metro has been made even more comfortable by reserving the very first compartment entirely for women.Most of the men really got paranoid after this alteration. A friend of mine had entered the last compartment of the metro just so that she does not miss the train till the time she reaches the first one. Then when she saw that the train was not very much crowded she dropped the thought of walking all the way to the ladies' compartment. She asked a man to move a little so that she can sit. And he replied "Aap logon ke liye toh pura ek compartment hai, aap wahan chale jao naa" (There's a whole compartment reserved for you, why don't you go there).

Well, I just want to tell such men that yes we do have a compartment reserved for just us but that does NOT mean we cannot travel in the other compartments. And, we have a whole compartment to ourselves because few men are just too desperate.

Few men have deliberately tried not to move from the ladies' compartment. I just want to tell them that it is of no credit to enter into the ladies' compartment and sit proudly and refuse to move. Men are THAT jealous.

The ladies' compartment have surely made traveling for girls quite easy but here's the catch. It isn't as extremely comfortable as you think it is.

The ladies' compartment can be horribly crowded during the peak hours. Of course, that's not an issue, we do not have to bother if someone's groping us or falling on us. But, after a tiresome day of work when you fortunately get a seat, a not-so-aged aunty will stand in front of you and will breathe heavily and will make such facial expression that if she does not get to sit she'll faint. And, eventually there goes your seat!

The ladies' compartment is half full of kids. Kids are very sweet but they can be annoying too. Just when you thought of taking out a book and enjoy the metro ride reading all the while, a kid will start crying as loudly as possible, or would start running around stepping on your feet or would stand with the dirty shoes on, on the seats and look out of the window just beside you. Also, there's always the giggly group of teenager girls who scream and laugh loudly, so much that it is ear shattering. Well, you cannot even sit peacefully now let alone reading.

There's always that group of ladies who travel together and reserve seats for each other. Even if you have an empty seat in a close proximity you cannot sit there because a woman is reserving it for another woman who's walking lazily and is yet to reach.

"Adjusting" can be really irritating sometimes. I understand that we're all women and can sit closely to each other so that more people can get space to sit but that doesn't mean that you'll sit so freakin' close to me that your hair is poking my nose and I can't breathe. Ugh!

But, whatsoever problems we have, of course, the ladies' compartment is comfortable and we can travel safely.

Peace.

I Rushed to the Hills.

To get rid of the scorching heat and usual life of Delhi, I rushed to the Hills, Kausani-Ranikhet-Nainital. It was an eventful and unexpected journey. To start with the train tickets were not confirmed till the last moment. What happened next was, the tickets didn't only get confirmed but also were upgraded! A real good start indeed. I t took a whole night to reach Kathgodam Station. And the moment I stepped out of the train I saw a big hill with it's tip covered with clouds. Mesmerizing!

I was still a little sleepy. The car was ready, and we drove through the giant hills covered with lush green trees till we reach Kausani. And, in between we stopped by Ranikhet, Chaubatiya Garden. The garden was large and full of apple trees. Bright red luscious apples were hanging down from the branches of the tree.We climbed hills, hills which were absolutely green, saw beautiful and eccentric butterflies, monkeys, tents and what not!

We then continued the drive and finally reached Kausani in the evening. The first thing we saw after reaching Kausani was the heavenly view of the Himalayan peaks, clear and perfect.

The rain had stopped and the sun was shining bright which made the Himalayan peaks look even more clearer. We booked the rooms, freshened up and headed to the large balcony and stared at the himalayan range till the sun went down. There was this silence, not eerie, but a peaceful silence which made me calm.

The next day, all fresh and ready, we drove down to Jeolikot. I captured the hills, quaint waterfalls and streams, all of it, in my mind. We were heading to Jeolikot just spend a day in the huge bunglow, Inspection Bunglow, built in 1871. Jeolikot had no places to visit in particular. The bunglow was the only attraction. And, this bunglow was going to be all ours for a day! I was inquisitive about how the Bunglow will be. We reached the Inspection Bunglow. The Bunglow was huge. It had big royal fireplaces and the wash rooms, they were of the size of my bedroom. Also, it had this beautiful mirror just outside the wash room. Everything about the Bunglow was royal and luxurious. The garden was full of mango trees and colourful flowers and fresh lush green grasses with the foggy view of the hills.

Next day began with the showers of rain. We were headed to Nainital finally. It took us probably 3-4 hours to reach Nainital. And then, began the struggle to find 'good' hotels to live in. Nainital is just like another city, over-crowded and busy, the only difference being it has beautiful hills and a long vast lake.I stepped in, it was enthralling. It had royal fireplaces and it was really huge.

Our voices echoed there, which made a little creepy though. The wash rooms were the size of my own actual room. It had a dressing room right outside the wash room with a beautiful stool in front of the big mirror. Everything in the bunglow was royal. Jeolikot was even more quieter. It had a deafening silence. I again enjoyed the hills as much as I could till the sun went down. I explored the lawns. The trees were heaved down with mangoes, peaches, apples and what not!

Finally, with a help of a friend, we landed up in a decent hotel. Without wasting any moment, we quickly were done with lunch and went to Bhutia Market, also called Tibetan Market. The market had everything to sell, clothes, shoes, food, decoration pieces, candles, umbrellas and the list can go really long. After looking around the market for bit, I picked up momos from

the very famous momo shop in the market and sat beside the lake with my friend. Sitting beside the lake and chatting endlessly was such a bliss. It made me realize that, petty little things can make people happy, it's all about emotions rather than materials. We covered almost all of the Nainital walking for it was a tiny city. In the evening, I was called for this dinner at a hotel by a friend. The hotel was absolutely on the top of the hills away from the hustle-bustle of the city down there. Though it took a lot of energy to climb those steep hills and reach the hotel but it was worth it. The hotel was a totally different part, there were cottages, bon fire, live music, food, fountains and was decked up with beautiful lights. The whole Nainital city was visible from the Hotel. The shops and restaurants down there looked like little twinkling stars at night from the balcony of the hotel.The next evening, we walked a long way from Mallital to Tallital, called the Mall Road. We explored the various shops and restaurants that came on our way.

I shopped for my friends. Then we took the most awaited Rickshaw ride. The Rickshaws were super-fast, faster than the ones in Delhi and were more comfortable. They looked good too! On the final day, we went to the snow view by a ropeway. The ropeway was the best part. I could see the clouds falling on the lake and on the city covering them up. After reaching snow view, we saw lots and lots of rides, cafeterias and shops. It was like an amusement park. There was free-fall, go-carting, cable cars, etc. Also they were providing us with binoculars to get a clear view of the Himalayan range. While coming back by the ropeway, we were all surrounded with white clouds!

The evening arrived and we were all ready to head back to Delhi. But, the catch was that our tickets weren't yet confirmed and few hours were left for the train to depart. Traumatic! I know. The driver who drove us till the Kathgodam Station turned out to be quite amusing. And, he shunned away all the trauma with his shayeris, jokes and singing. He kept telling us not to worry and that our tickets will positively get confirmed. And well, there we were, our tickets were eventually confirmed and we reached the station an hour and a half early. The driver was like an angel! We bade him goodbye. And, an hour and a half later we bade Nainital goodbye.

Super-Cool things. \m/

I've seen quite a variety of people around me. Some are decent, some are naive, some are weird, some are fun, some are cool and some are super-cool \m/. Yes, the word "super-cool" always makes me feel like adding \m/. These super-cool \m/ people often show their super-coolness \m/ in the over-populated social networking websites.

• LOLing or lolxxx or lolzzzz : LOL. The word itself is a little weird and adding the super-cool \m/ ing, x's or z's makes it miserable. Also, ing? Isn't it grammatically wrong? Laughing out Louding.
• Hi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! : Using extra exclamation marks. Really, are you always that excited? Or is there something wrong with your fingers?
• If yoU WriTe LyK thIs TheN dO mE a fAvOUr, dOnT taLk tO mE. Because every time I see it, my eyes go through a seizure.
• f9 is not fine. 4n is not phone. 10x is not thanks.
• H'py B'dy is NOT Happy Birthday. If you were THAT busy you would not be on facebook at the first place.
• Fake accent: can be only used when you write it and, trust me, it is disgusting. He's is mah boi. Hey, fanxx.. God, tough to tolerate. Sowiee That's sorry btw, in case you haven't figured out which is pretty normal. Nice pichha. No, really. I didn't need that comment. :| Thank uh. Sorry? Did you mean YOU? Welz! welcome is MUCH better.

P.S : This piece is NOT aimed at any particular person. If I've hurt any of your sentiments, trust me, it is unintentional. And, of course, no offence. But please, there are much better ways to write you see.

Peace.

Soul Sister.

Siblings, are the best part of our lives. And, am glad that I have one. An elder sister. Well, it will be unfair to call her just an elder sister for she is sometimes as sweet as a best friend, sometimes as insane as a little kid, as protective as a boyfriend or husband, as helpful as a mother and the list can go endless.

I've always heard stories of her feeding me or caring for me when I was little. And now, when I come to think of it, I feel very contented to have a sis like her. She has always stood by my side, helped me, she has a solution to almost every problem of mine. Be it academics, spat with a friend, heartbreaks or any hell thing. And, I find her the perfect being to discuss my problems with and I will admit that am very much dependent on her. She, on the other hand, has never really discussed much of her problems with me, maybe I wasn't the right person. She says I was too young to understand. But, I desperately wanted to know about her life, her dilemmas. I had also scrutinized all her diaries and her phone and what not, but I was unsuccessful. She is very secretive about her problems. She never really lets anyone see the agony or even a frown behind that angelic smile of hers.

Without her, I wouldn't have been able to pass 11th and 12th standard. Phew! She is the best teacher. I could never really digest the countless reactions in chemistry and the numerous theorems in physics and anything in maths. I still remember those all-night-long studying sessions, the last minute touch up and what not! I also remember that night when she had made me dance a day before my chemistry exam at 2:00 a.m because I was horribly nervous. Yes! She is that insane.

I hold her responsible for cultivating a taste in me for music and movies. She recommends the best. Also, I've always wanted to be like her when I was little. I did! She's just so good at almost everything. She has done well academically, she looks pretty, she has got so many friends, she drives (driving a car has been really tough for me. Hmph! Hopefully, I'll be good at it someday.), she's independent, she dances, she sings, she has also written poetry though it always remained beneath the sheets of paper. She is truly the best when it comes to shopping and I suck at shopping. I, generally, send her to shop for me because I detest shopping and find it boring and the clothes, shoes, accessories, bags or anything that she buys for me turns out to be the most fashionable and gets compliments.

It is close to impossible to cheer her up if you have, by any chance, offended her. Also, she doesn't apologize that easy. That one thing really bugs. Sisterhood is no fun without few fights and arguments. So, we do argue a lot! We have endless conversations. We have talked so many nights away whenever she was home for few days during her holidays.

It is her birthday on the 18th. And, this piece is dedicated to her. She's one of my favorite persons on earth. Happy silver Birthday! <3

Here's a surprise for you, sis! :P

Peace.

Things that I miss...

I've lived for some 18 years now. Well, quite a long time I must say! Life has made me experience diverse emotions. I cherish all of them. I felt like penning down the things I truly miss. Lets see how long the list will be....:)

• My colony and the beautiful two dwellings that I've lived in for quite a long time. The cheerful evenings in the colony. I used to play gallery and hide n seek and football and badminton and stapoo and pitthoo and what not!
• SDIPA dance sessions.
• The friends I made in colony. This circle of friends included people from all the age groups, from a kid of first standard to a college student. We had an amazing time each day.
• Volley : A puppy that I had found on the streets and had kept it home for more than a week. I was totally in love with it.
• The festivals celebrated in the colony. We just needed a reason to get together. Be it Christmas, Durga Puja, Ganesh Chaturthi, rakshabandhan, Dushehra, Diwali, Holi or any hell thing. It had to be celebrated in the colony.
• Dance rehearsals before Durga Puja. Preparing a dance performance in just 48 hours. Phew! Some hard work! Singing with the orchestra a day before the performance.
• The birthday parties with over 50 people invited. And, dancing in the over-crowded, noisy room.
• Spending hours sitting idly in my beautiful little garden watching the colorful flowers and the mesmerizing peacocks.
• Exceedingly long walks in the huge ground with my girlfriends and watching the people play football or cricket.
• Walking down the perplexing lanes of Subroto Park.
• Watching the aeroplanes from the roof and basking in the sun.
• Radio jockeying online and the friends I made there.
• The crazy dancing for hours at a marriage party with friends and not having dinner but continuing to dance like crazy.
• The congested Mahipalpur roads and cursing the traffic there being one of the major reasons of me getting late for my tuitions.
• Gorging on momos in between the tuitions at C-10 market. Eating at KFC often, after tuitions.
• Interminable tuitions for learning physics, chemistry and maths though I couldn't really learn anything. It all just passed above my head.
• Travelling in the EATS bus early in the morning and in the afternoon. It was helluva fun with the other friends. This bus picked up students from some 5 schools.
• Getting up early in the morning in the chilling weather. That was such a torture. And then dozing off in the bus a million times.
• The very famous Supreme bakery nearby my school.
• Reaching school way too early and switching on the numerous lights in the corridor.
• Spending time in the school washroom during some class.
• The labs!
• My classroom, just beside the Principal's office. :D
• Carrying cellphones in school
• Watching my brilliant friends imitating every single teacher.
• Dozing off in almost all the classes because of lack of sleep the previous night.
• Vice-principal's horrible shrill voice. The morning prayer. The P.T and yoga in the scorching heat. Bunking the assemblies when we finally were the prefects and driving out the other children out of the classrooms to attend the assembly.
• The time when my swimming skills were put to test by my lovely coach, pushing me into 15ft deep water, all of a sudden, just to see if I can cross the 50 meters length, swimming.
• The never-ending conversations.
• The annual picnics.
• My school uniform.
• Him.

Peace.

Reality.

She knows the reality.

She knows the truth.

It is hard-hitting.

So much that it takes her breath away.

She surmises.

Anticipates.

But, she does not stop.

She moves towards the ocean of gloom.

She moves towards the black and blue world.

She goes on with good hopes.

She expects things to turn up beautifully.

That was where she went wrong.

Everything's not pleasant.

Especially this.

She shouldn't go on.

However admirable it all looks

she should not.

For it is going to break her into pieces.

She's not sure of it.

Yet she goes on.

Where there are sugar-coated words

with venom inside.

Where there is immense love

but sadly, it is fake.

Wish I could tell her that.

Wish I could stop her.

Wish I could bring her back.

Back to reality.

And then, away from it.

Far, far away.

You don't even know what the reality is.

It is only I, she and the Lord who does.

Peace.

Life's good. (:

Life's good.
And I know it.
No tears.
No pain.
Pleasant people.
Fresh rain.
Boundless ocean.
White sand.
Peaceful mind.
Immense Love.
Full of compassion.
You and me.
Gorgeous you.
Beautiful me.
Wonderful thoughts.
Soft touch.
Soulful music.
Affectionate hugs.
Endearing laugh.
Gaiety feeling.
Bright sunshine.
Good sleep.
Excessive energy.
Lovable care.
Marvelous speech.
Truth everywhere.
Respecting one and all.
Togetherness and unity.
No disasters.
Honest prayers.
Warm welcome.
No goodbyes.
The Almighty.
Life's good.
And I know it.


Peace.

Unusual bliss.

Yes! Bliss. Unusual bliss. Saw a lot of it lately. It looks a little spooky. I wonder as to why, all of a sudden, everything appears perfect and agreeable. People around me are behaving exactly the way I want them to which is a matter of concern. My best friend displayed infinite affection towards me. I got good attention in excess from that one person. THAT was unusual. I had a decent conversation with a new friend. I haven't had any arguments with anyone around me lately, well, not till now. So, everything is unusually agreeable. And, I am contented but deep down under it haunts me. What if all of it does not remain the way they are? The feeling of being woeful will be a lot more tough and harsh than it actually is after experiencing such wonderful bliss.

But then, I believe in the Almighty. Why would he do that to me! On a positive note, I. Am. Exceedingly delighted. And, I do not want this to change. Not one bit.

Peace.

Hollow Promises.

I remember the times when you made promises.
Promises which melt my heart,
made me fonder of you,
made me love you, irrevocably.

Ah! I was drawn closer to you,
as every hour passed by.
The words you uttered
were appealing to me.

You did cute little things
to make me cheerful.
You made me realize how important I am,
to you, every minute.

I was wondering...
if I've fallen for you,
or if I say something amorous to you
whether I really meant it! Well, I did.

As you entered into my life
and were nearer to it,
It all just faded away,
like a beautiful blissful dream.

The heart-melting promises
were hollow.
Without depth.
And, a mere lie.

I wish I could show you
what you had said and
what you have been doing
to me.

Don't you feel?
what I feel.
Don't you know?
how agonizing it is!

I don't know if I can
ever stop loving you
or stop thinking of you
or live with this perpetual malady.

All I can ask is....
Can I have you back?
The way you appeared to me.
For the very first time.

Peace.

♥ Valentine's Day ♥ for Singles.

The most-awaited day, for all the ones in Love, has almost arrived. Feb 14, Valentine's Day! Immensely popular worldwide. It's a day to celebrate Love, though many people believe that there is no specific day to celebrate love. It is one day when couples indulge in spending time together and falling in love all over again. Valentine's Day is preceded by many other days like rose, propose, chocolate, teddy, promise, kiss and hug days. But, what's in store for Singles?!
Singles need not to worry or be depressed or crib about not having a boyfriend/girlfriend. It is, of course, NOT a compulsion to have a date on Valentine's Day. Many singles do feel lonely, seeing the lovey-dovey couples but hey! We, singles, can have as much fun as the couples do or may be more than that! So, this Valentine's stop being sad and be cheerful instead. Pamper and love yourself or have a good time with your loveliest friends and family. Go out, shop, eat and do everything which makes you happy.
Happy Valentine's Day!
"You do not need to be loved, not at the cost of yourself. The single relationship that is truly central and crucial in life is the relationship to the self. Of all the people you will know in a lifetime, you are the only one you will never lose."
-Jo Courdert.

Peace.

Epitome of Composure.

There she is,
lying with her grey round eyes closed,
drowned in the bottomless ocean
of thoughts and dreams,
lost in a world of her own.
Her face is wrinkled and ashen
but, it has a gentle glow.
She looks out,
compelled by the immense blue sky.
Unable to express what she feels.
Her mind is unreadable.
I wish I could just sit by her side
all day long
perceiving what she feels, what she thinks.
But alas!
All I know is that
She is a lady, an alluring lady.
One of a kind!
Her appearance is serene.
She imparts peace.
She is an Epitome of Composure.

Peace.

Sweetest Stranger Forever. (Part-II)

Their chats were incessant. During the class(only if it was a less important one), during the break, while travelling. Days went by, he wanted to meet up. Of course, it was a 'No' from her side, she had not even given him her contact number with the thought that they won't chat perpetually. There will be some fortunate day when they will be done with this. That particular day was by no chance nearer though. But, as time passed, the chats did not seem to be in a flow as it did. They rather seemed to be monotonous, usual and sometimes boring. She, still, tried never missing a chance of exchanging few words with him.
It was his birthday! By that time, a very close friend and her sister knew about him. Her friend even had a little chat with him (6-7 lines) and her sister, after listening to the whole thing gave a 'wait and watch' calm expression which scared her. Well, it is pretty normal. A concerned sister will obviously find it a little disturbing if her little sister befriends an absolute stranger.Anyway, She wished to send him a song (which was sung by her), on his birthday, as a birthday present. That was the only thing she could gift him virtually. After a lot of thinking, she made up her mind that she won't be sending a song which is sung by her, to him, on his birthday, because that will be cheesy. Very cheesy. But, darn! She just couldn't resist, the thought of not giving him anythin on his special day didn't quite made feel right. As the clock struck 12:00a.m. She mailed the godamn song to him. He appreciated it though.(He had to.) The next day she had a chat with him and he seemed very down and out. She tried her level best to cheer him up, she was herself being unusually perky (using extra exclamation marks and giving him ideas on how can he celebrate his birthday) but it hardly made a difference. That was the last little chat they had.
A whole month passed by and he remained quiet and silent. She thought her offline messages would provoke him to speak up so she sent many of them but nothing really happened. And, she thought, how she had made a fool of herself. She missed him like a lot and she actually realized that to what extent she was into him. But then, she was mad at him and she was frustrated too and was desperately wanting to tell him that 'If you had to run away you could have informed and left instead of maintaining the annoying silence. Don't you have this much guts?' but her offline messages were polite. All she did was chuck him out of her friends' list on Facebook. But, she kept thinking about him.
One fine day, suddenly, out of nowhere, when she was online from her fake i.d, she gets a 'Hi!' from him. She was happy, angry and sad. Happy to see him after such a long time, angry at the thought of how that silly chap just disappeared and suddenly land up in front of her out of the blue saying a 'Hi!' and sad because she'll again get into this useless affair of talking to a complete stranger who is no more a stranger though. She wanted to run away believing that she's over him but she stayed and even replied to him. She inquired where he was and why did he disappear then she thought of leaving. Though she was not sleepy at all, but it was one reason for her to take a leave in front of him.
He started behaving in the same manner in which he behaved when they had their very first chat. He paid extra attention and was always trying to please and she did get pleased. And, the chats became frequent and lively and cheerful and the fun was back! By this time, two of her close friends got to know about him. And, she wondered how he kept on acquiring a special place in her life as it was HIM about whom she talked to her friends.
After the apology for his disappearing away and frequent chats, everything seemed to be normal. It was a usual day and she was chatting with him. He asked for her number(He had done it earlier too) and she didn't know what was going on in her mind then but after thinking for like some 50 seconds and after looking at her friend's face, she typed the godamn number and sent it to him. It was spontaneous. She was still for sometime, trying to figure out what exactly she had done. He was amazed too. (because earlier every time she refused to give him her number and was pretty determined to do that.) He had her number now. And, she kept on thinking about all the worst possibilities of revealing her number to a stranger. She was expecting a text, if not a call, from him. And, she did get a text after a day. And they exchanged some 7-8 texts and they were done.
After revealing her number and having normal chats, now, he had started becoming very busy, he slept early and he said just a 'hi' and left. She never really wanted a simple 'Hi', just for the sake of keeping in touch. It made her sad for he was not bothered. They exchanged Hi's and left and she never expressed her disapproval of him leaving for she wanted to see if he can make it out but, he couldn't, like everyone else. She regretted giving her number. As time passed by, the chats became least frequent and short. She wondered how he was free for hours when he chatted with her initially and how he is, now, very busy that she feels lucky to get a simple 'Hi' from him. He seems least affected and normal though. She blamed herself to take every thing way too seriously and ending up having thoughts of him. It had to get over now, she thought. And, it will. (hopefully)
She didn't like him, she just liked the way he lived and the way he reacted to whatever she said, thats what she believed. Love does not happen this way. He will be erased from her mind as time passes by, thats what she believed. But, this belief was not enough to change the truth, the fact.

Peace.

Sweetest Stranger Forever. (Part-I)

For her, it started with an interesting conversation. She was very much into the 'Virtual World'. Social networking had kind of become a necessity for her. But, she was trying hard to remove it from the list of her necessities and priorities of her life as well because it is always better to live in a 'Real World' than to live in a virtual one, as her sister said.

So, she met this guy online. Now, I'm not going to reveal the details of where did she meet him or how did she find him so on and so forth as it is supposed to be extremely confidential. They were absolute strangers. At least she was, to him. It was her fake identity. She used a fake one to talk to strangers because she was made well aware of the bitter consequences of revealing any kind of detail to a stranger. Many of you must be wondering as to why would she talk to a random stranger. If the stranger seems a little sensible then trust me it is wonderful to talk to him/her. You don't really need to worry about any hell thing, you can just talk your heart out without thinking what the stranger's going to think about you or if the stranger's going to judge you. You can just walk out once you are done with the talking and never see that stranger again.... in virtual world.

That one day, she considered him as a stranger whom she may never see again or chat with again. But, she was wrong. The conversation turned out to be exceedingly interesting and fun. And, she 'wished' to see him again. She chatted with him for hours and days with her fake id. If she did not come online for a particular span of time, she would see strings of offline messages sent by him and those messages surprisingly did leave a smile on her face.

Chatting with him became a habit for her. She almost started obsessing over this 'stranger'.

It got all serious when, one evening she felt guilty of showing someone else's profile as hers on Facebook to him and told him all rubbish, made-up stories so that he doesn't send any messages to that profile. And, it was a friend's profile. She believed that this act of hers was juvenile and foolish and nonsensical. She felt guilty because she had lied to him. Soon, she revealed the truth. She revealed her identity. She was herself stunned. She had never intended to do that even by mistake but, at that very moment, she did it, without any hesitation. Now, he partially knew who she was her name and how she looked basically. Then she was off to her hometown for few days. He was off to somewhere too for work. So, they planned to catch up online after some 10-12 days. And, he had warned her that she should not forget him, which was cute.

After a week or so, she randomly went online and found offline messages. Quite a lot of them. It was him and the messages said that he missed her, and his work has finished before time and he was back to Delhi and he misses the long chats and he really wants to chat with her so on and so forth.... She was happy. Very. Very happy! She replied to him and they did catch up online again. It was a long time after which they talked. She chatted with him from her phone (The smarter one which was gifted to her after passing 12th.) Despite of knowing the fact that the online chat would eat up all her balance, she did not care much. Talking to him was a priority, for her. And, it was a necessity. She chatted with him all the time during her stay in her home town. Her friends, relatives and parents even wondered and asked her why is she madly stuck to the phone. One of them also said if she has a boyfriend with whom she's talking to all the time. Things became serious. Everyone around her were annoyed for she was always looking at her phone and doing some crap with it. But, that wasn't enough to stop their chats. The next night she insisted on to sleep alone in the other room, the one without the Air Conditioner.(It was horribly hot in there.) And, that night they had the longest chat ever. Though she was sweating in the humid heat but she was blissful. It was that night when she revealed her full identity. He found her original account on Facebook. But, she did not add him then. They chatted from 11:00 p.m to 4:00 a.m probably. He did not sleep that night as he had to catch a train early in the morning, the next day. It was all about knowing each other a bit more and smiles and giggles. Sleeping was out of the question. She then believed that yes, she had started liking him.

As time went by, she allowed him to add her up on Facebook. When she came back to Delhi, she activated Free internet on her phone just so that she is always in touch with him. Her friends in college were gazing at her and were wondering if she had found a boyfriend or something. She even had his contact number but she dared not give him hers, although he had asked for it quite a lot of times. She was keen on taking things slow and he... he never really forced her probably that is one of the reasons why she started liking him. There they were, chatting the days and nights away!

Peace.

That feeling of Guilt....

It killed me from inside when

I got to know the sins I have done

Though unknowingly, but must have hurt everyone.

Love is a gesture and is not verbal.

These were the few words

that brought about the guilt in me....

Every blunt refusal to a small request

now turns out to be a sharp blade of pain

Every reply now turns out to be a verbal hit back

These were a few things that

brought about the guilt in me....

I, now, can at least imagine how much stress does it require

to give me an absolute comfort

How much love does it require to encourage almost everything I do!

These were the thoughts

that brought about the guilt in me....

And now I hope this feeling of guilt inscribes into my mind

Like the letters etched on a stone

This feeling of guilt traps me in sorrow

yet makes me feel happy

These are the emotions that will never escape the Guilt.

Peace.

You !

My life looks so complete with you.

My mind's perky when I'm with you.

The thought of you makes me smile

Oh boy! You're making me crazy.

Your laugh means the world to me.

Your presence is air to me.

Your voice is music to me.

You are everything to me.

I love the way you speak.

I love the way you look.

I love the way you walk.

It just takes my heart away.

I wish I could see you.

I wish I could feel you.

I wish we were together.

If and only if 'you' existed.

Peace.