hopes...

it was 10 am in the morning.. i was waiting outside the medicine shop.. i really never had any intention to visit the doc rather accompany my father but often "duty comes before the personal aspirations".. *phew*.. it was pretty monotonous.. surrounded by some coughing old men who seemed to be all knowing.. the remarks about weather and the cricket matches and now thanks to  the upcoming elections, it also seem to be an inevitable part of the conversation.. bored i looked across.. just mentally making a note whether it would be a wise decision o text... :) :P

well i guess i am not wrong but basically we have a pretty bad habit.. to stare at handsome guys.. well am too inflicted with the disease n i admit would change it soon enough.. :) :P however in this quest to idle away the fleet of time a little boy of about 6 yrs grabbed my attention..

he was dressed pretty shabbily.. a glance would be enough to deduce that he belonged to the poorest of the class.. the pant was torn.. the shirt ragged as if not washed for ages.. noteworthy the latter seemed too big for his age..his hair. unkempt and i saw him picking up some papers near the gutter.. muddy bodied he was gazing at something.. sort of dumbstruck...it grabbed my attention.. he was innocent looking.. a pitiful look on his eyes.. it was pretty saddening.. somewhere down below i was being hit by something unknown.. i stared long. gaping wide..

it was a car.. a brand new BMW.a proud possession of the doctor...the boy was staring at it.. maybe he couldn't imagine in his wildest dreams that something so magnificent could exist and someone could actually afford to own it... he caressed the door of the car.. he seemed to smell it.. maybe hoping he would one day own it.. a hope lingering down below..will someone lead him to that destination?? or will his dreams be shattered?? will he still remain that sweet, little, innocent, angelic boy or transform into some goon?? all i have now is some unsatisfiable questions.. may the Almighty look at him.. bless him and help him...

Sarcasm.. bounded..

the long twilight had faded.. i was making my preparations to study.. the most boring job of the universe.. *yawn*.. i never felt the need to stare outside.. i have been too busy to spend my time in that manner.. i always preferred texting ya socializing over the net to view the majestic natural beauties.. in a world where i am being bred, its haunting but the truth emerges as we r more friendly to the world outside than families... given an opportunity it would be the most sought after option to party around rather than visit an old relative.. definitely i am not one of the saviour types.. i am just another mtv generation girl or a stereotyped girl.. (and m not complaining against it definitely)... to all and everyone we are told and referred to as :

not sociable, fussy, messy, revolting, disrespectful, nuisance , overtly ambitious, power hungry , opportunist.. and the list continues....

often misunderstood we bear the brunt to avoid the never ending arguments.. But does anyone really understands us??.. our dreams ??our aspirations??

from the time we enter the pre schools discussion starts regarding the best schools.. career choices and definitely the monotonous streams to select.. with growing age grows the burden of books.. does anyone care to ask us what we want??

no.. yes what we want can be reserved.. juz like i am here fulfilling or at least trying to fulfill the wishes of my father.. m not complaining definitely.. i have accepted.. i have to go  on this way...

but 1 thing for sure i pray i wont impose my dreams on the next gen..

my dreams felt to be devoured by the night.. it came and it devoured the sun.. the radiance,, and so will be my thoughts..

but for the time being...  i guess i ll break free and enjoy life.. the sweet teenage and childhood memories to gather and enjoy before i slid into the monstrous complexities of the hungry tide of complex people. enjoy the sunrise and sunset and try to find pleasure in the simplest of sights Almighty has bestowed upon me.. anyway scooting off.. i guess i need to study for my bio exam tomorrow.. :P

An ode to a friend...

It was my second language exam.. as always i hadn't bothered to go through the texts.. my quest to mug up before the bell would ring was further doomed.. i saw myself relentlessly crying.. yet unintentionally.. tears filled up and almost everyone started asking me what was wrong... i hate these people.. they don't let me live alone.. the news was from a bolt from the blues.. grasping me.. devouring me... how was i supposed to know that he would not be there this 1st Jan 2011 unlike last year.. the movie... 3 idiots.. , the pranks.. the tuition bunks.. how am i supposed to forget them??.. true! god did send him to be a comfort for an year.. little did i know that the days were numbered.. i had loads to share.. i remember him cracking a joke.."ishi.. u and owning a boyfriend never complements",,... how i loathed him then.. with a heavy heart i had defended myself..  hit him hard for his remarks.... the brotherly feeling.. his position in my heart is irreplaceable by anyone.. i remember his mad funny ways.. the bitchy stuffs we told.. and everything...

That heinous bike accident of his which let him slid into confinement of the beds.. and eventually having left me with nothing but some invaluable memories to cherish throughout...

SOURISH MITRA.. love you forever bro.. thanks a lot for being an integral part of my school memories.. and u needn't worry brother.. u are living through us.. through me.. your friends.. who miss u always.. every time... every moment.. idiot..