we hate wht u like n love wht u hate so world frm us to u .. "up yours ... !!!"

Anshu Gupta....i had no knowledge of his existence for the whole of the 1st semester.Then i came across him in the 2nd sem because of the whole electronics club thing. I know this sounds really boring ,but this is the way the story goes.I cant help it.It was this boring. I must have spoken to him one on one maybe once or twice in the whole semester. Then he passed out of college and I didnt even speak to him on the day of his farewell.But in the summer we just got talking and its barely been a month since i have known him...But in a very cliched way it feels like i have known him forever.We like similar things.We talk similar.We think similar.The title of this blog is an ingenious creation by him at 3am in the morning yesterday.

Being in different countries their is not a lot of scope for exchanging birthday gifts. And writing a nice scrap as he suggested is not my thing. And testimonials are so passe. So i thought i would make him a part of my blog.He is not big on celebrating birthdays or gifts but I am.So this is my gift to him. I know he has been through a lot in life. But the constant smile on his face inspires me. He has this amazing never say die spirit which I admire a lot.And even though he is very humble and thinks he hasnt done anything great in life.I am very proud of him and all that he has done.Although he is not here but every time his name is mentioned in college this huge smile just automatically comes on my face. He takes care of me,helps me and guides me in every way possible and when he calls me beta i think its the cutest.His sense of humour is his biggest virtue and one day he is going to do stand up comedy in my restaurant (be there)is the pact that we have made.I get him and he gets me.We talk about virtaualy anything and everything fron aaloo too electronics. Even though he is a puppy (in his own words)he is the worlds cutest puppy.So heres my toast to him on this amazing friends birthday.Be happy and stay the way you are.

Happy Birthday.....

Free Like A Bird

A very clichéd idiom if you ask me. But is this phrase even true. Is it justified to consider a bird flying in the air to be free.Freedom has been defined by wiki as the right to act according to ones will without being held up by the power of others. According to this definition even a bird is not free. There is always a fear, an uncertainty. The fear of death. The uncertainty of survival. A bird is still an animal. But for us this fear is not just limited to an individual, it exists for every single person we care about. For as long as the world has been in existence, their have always been power hungry people who have tried to influence the naïve and illiterate. Even though the world has awakened and seen I don’t know how many struggles of independence we are not free in the true sense. There are still people who do not have minds of their own. They are not stupid. They are just easily led and the power hungry have always been successful in exploiting them and taking advantage of them. Literacy does make us free in many ways. It allows our thoughts to flow. But literacy cannot make your decisions for you. These people who are influenced by others usually wait for others to make decisions for them and end up screwing things up badly. Even while picking up an outfit what is the necessity to think about whether other people are going to like it or not. Youth comes for a short period of time. This is the only time a person gets to be crazy without any regrets, then why do we spend so much time dwelling on what others will think. Because we are not FREE. We are bound. There are a million things that hold us back. Our family, our friends, our colleagues, our loved ones.
Even though the world has moved towards nuclear families, how many Indian families are actually nuclear. Maybe people don’t live in the same house, but our decisions depend on each other. Is it because of love or respect or is it just for the feeling of acceptance and approval. The “I have a dream” speech by Martin Luther fills me with hope that the world will be free one day. That we will have the freedom to make our own choices and that the bird will actually be free.

Love Life

After you are gone

Trees last so long
Even after you are gone
I know that you love me
And so you will see
You are meant for me
And I was meant for you…..


Jumping from a strict convent girl’s school to a co-ed was a huge step in my life. It was one of the most unnerving experiences ever. I missed my friends, and I was sure I would never make friends again in my life. But the scariest part were these weird looking creatures who were loud, dirty and too sure of themselves, a.k.a the guys. I was severely intimidated, and pretty much mumbled my introduction to the class. The teacher was kind enough and welcomed me to the seventh grade. In those days the girls and boys were made to sit together so that the class would be a little less boisterous. Being one of the tall girls the teacher had no option but to make me sit in the only vacant seat at the back of the class. I stumbled through the row and took my seat without looking up even once. That’s the day I met him. He came forward and introduced himself. I was too bashful to even look up. I didn’t talk to him the first few days. I was too scared. He was one of the popular guys, I was the new girl. But we became friends. We helped each other in tests, got caught by I don’t know how many teachers for cheating. Did a number of projects together .We became friends.

By the time we were in the eighth grade people started teasing us. In the ninth grade we stopped talking. But I had started liking him and I missed him. I had never felt that way before. I had no one to talk to. My friends were already making fun of me. I told my best friend and it was her advice that changed my life. He was leaving that year. He was moving to another city. She said I would never see him again and so I should tell him. On the last day of ninth grade I waited at the bus stop while my friends went to get him. I turned my back when I saw him coming. When I felt him close I turned around and there he was. I was a bundle of nerves. Before I could say anything he said he had always thought of me as a friend and never anything more than that. I was heart broken. But I was too young to realise that this was just the first in a million times my heart was going to break. I got home and cried for him for two whole days.
Later on I found out that my best friend had been going out with him. She never felt the same to me after that.

Two years passed. I got his mail. I had no intentions of replying. I was angry. But I did. We exchanged phone numbers. We spoke to each other everyday. It happened again and on October 1st after almost one whole year, he confessed that he liked me. I was overjoyed. It felt like love. It was perfect. Then his phone got confiscated. I missed him and cried for a week. We had our boards approaching. Eventually we stopped talking. For 6 months we didn’t talk. After coming back from Britain I called him on his birthday.

I don’t know where we are today. I don’t know where we are going. But without talking for months he is still a very important part of my life. I have some superb school memories and the sweetest things that he said are still with me. I dearly love him and hope him all the luck on his birthday today. He deserves all the happiness and love. Maybe I am not as important to him but he will forever remain one of the most vital persons in my life.