WHY WHY WHY???

Note: This post will not be easy to read. Lots of rambling and complaining and whining involved.

I’m not the kind of person who gets pissed off easily. Who am I kidding? I am that kind of person. Brash. Irrational. But this time, my patience has been tested for more than i can handle . In other words, my patience has finally ditched me. Why do bad things keep happening ? It was one whole month of peace and quiet and suddenly, downpour. Why did this happen ? I have begun to have a murderous intent…..And the picture in my head right now, believe me guys, it’s not very pretty….and the ideas in my head, partly coz I’ve spend my day playing Hitman, aren’t pleasant either….Is it so difficult for some people to just get real ? Or do they get the idea only when they are made to back off? Is the cliché ‘Old habits die hard’ true? I know I’m sounding like a schizophrenic now. But seriously, I could murder right now…..or at least, break a nose, for sure. The one emotion which my aura would be radiating right now is –IRRITATION. I feel like screaming into a pillow. Are there some people put into this world just to make you feel wretched?



Sigh.






P.S. I know its not cool to complain. But I'm feeling a bit better already.


THIS POST IS NOT SEALED AND KISSED BY NANDINI !

Are You Clumsy Too..?

Sigh. I hate being so clumsy. Although I provide a funny incident and am a part of interesting stories in silent moments, I am not actually proud of it. In college, I have to bang my leg somewhere or trip over something. My lab coat always gets stuck at door handles resulting in broken buttons or torn pockets. And at least once a week I spend time sewing buttons on to it again. I knock over coffee cups. I forget that my cell phone is kept on my lap and I stand up. I get shampoo in my eyes every time I take a hair bath. I spill something or the other on myself whenever I wear white. I have even banged my head on to a clean window! I have banged my shoulder onto door frames many times. The worst part about everything is that I laugh aloud when something silly happens to me. Not because I find it funny, but I try to hide my embarrassment when I do that. I have hit my head while getting out of the car and slammed the car door on to my fingers. I trip while walking almost every day. I have kind of desensitized my parents to loud bangs and crashes. When someone asks me how I got a bruise or a scratch, my answer is “I don’t know!” I can be elegant and graceful when it comes to writing, coz whenever I make a horrible mistake, there is always a backspace button waiting patiently for me. But in real life, I feel so ham-fisted and clumsy. I guess writing chose me instead of the other way!


Sealed with a kiss by Nandini !

No one strokes my hair like Mum !!

When I’m low, I just need to bury my head in mum’s lap. That’s heaven on earth for me. Everything else pales into comparison. I love the soothing feel of her hands; I love the warmth in her voice. I love the way she kisses me, I love the way she hugs me, I love the way she calls me embarrassing nick names and I love the way she frantically calls me when I’m late. I also enjoy her occasional nagging and lecturing.

Mum’s the world: My life revolves around her; even if we don’t communicate regularly, even if we are at loggerheads, even if we choose to disagree on some issues. The fact is I CAN’T LIVE WIHTOUT HER.

My mum loves me unconditionally. I’ve been a bitch at times, I’ve misbehaved, and she- she has loved me the same. She continues to love me regardless of any changes in my behavior. This is such a motherly trait.

God! I feel awful, I feel guilty about those times.

Only mums are capable of loving unconditionally. Isn’t it?

No one can ever love me like my mum. I’m convinced. No one can stroke my hair like she does.

My mum invariably feels I’ve not eaten enough. (even if I’ve eaten like a pig). She doesn’t get bored of telling me I’ve lost weight, I’ve become anemic and that I’m not eating enough. (This is preposterous considering the way I’ve been hogging of late. And I’m far from anemic). Mothers will be mothers!

There are times when I’m convinced I’m looking my worst and she’ll still (confidently) tell me I’m looking stunning. Man! Mothers are sooo cute!

I really look up to my mother- for the way she has brought me up, for the values she has instilled in me, for the innumerable sacrifices she has made, for the way she has conducted herself, for the way she has handled the family.

I love the way mom pampers me and puts me to sleep when I’m not feeling my best . I love the way she cooks; I love the way she feeds me with her own hands.:)

I somehow feel very scared of losing my mother. I have this gnawing fear. I don’t know why and I HATE this feeling. :(

Sealed with kiss by Nandini !

When Tomorrow Starts Without Me.....

When Tomorrow Starts Without Me, And I’m Not There To See,
If The Sun Should Rise And Find Your Eyes, All Filled With Tears For Me,

I Wish So Much You Wouldn’t Cry, The Way You Did Today,
While Thinking Of The Many Things We Didn’t Get To Say.

I Know How Much You Love Me, As Much As I Love You,
And Each Time That You Think Of Me, I Know You’ll Miss Me Too.

But When Tomorrow Starts Without Me, Please Try To Understand,
That An Angel Came And Called My Name And Took Me By The Hand.

And Said My Place Was Ready In Heaven Far Above,
And That I’d Have To Leave Behind, All Those Things I Dearly Love.

But As I Turned To Walk Away, A Tear Fell From My Eye,
For All My Life, I’d Always Thought, I Didn’t Want To Die.

I Had So Much To Live For, So Much Yet To Do,
It Seemed Almost Impossible, That I Was Leaving You.

I Thought Of All The Yesterdays, The Good Ones And The Bad,
I Thought Of All The Love We Shared, And All The Fun We Had.

If I Could Relive Yesterday, Just Even For A While,
I’d Say Goodbye And Kiss You, And Maybe See You Smile.

But Then I Fully Realized, That Could Never Be,
For Emptiness And Memories, Would Take The Place Of Me.

And When I Thought Of Worldly Things, I Might Miss Come Tomorrow,
I Thought Of You, And When I Did, My Heart Was Filled With Sorrow.

But When I'll WalkThrough Heaven’s Gates, I'll Feel So Much At Home.
When God'll Look Down And Smile At Me, From His Great Golden Throne.

He'll say, “This Is Eternity, And All I’ve Promised You.
Today Your Life On Earth Is Past, And Here It Starts Anew”.

“I Promise No Tomorrow, But Today Will Always Last,
And Since Each Day’s The Same Day, There’s No Longing For The Past”.

“But You Have Been So Faithful, So Trusting And So True,
Though There Were Times You Did Some Things, You Know You Shouldn’t Do”.

“But You Have Been Forgiven, And Now At Last You’re Free,
So Won’t You Take My Hand Now And Share My Life With Me”.

So When Tomorrow Starts Without Me, Don’t Think We’re Far Apart,
For Every Time You Think Of Me, I’m Right Here In Your Heart


Sealed with a kiss by Nandini!

Dad's joke :)))))

This post is all about MY Dad's Joke. All of us children would be familiar with them. First the joke is cracked. Mom smiles appreciatively. My Brothers and I raise my eyebrows questioningly asking whether that was a joke. Mom shoots a glare. It obviously worked, as bros and I laugh out loud in typical LOL style. They are the Dad Jokes. Maybe I'm doing a sad job explaining them. I'll show you some examples. My bros and I started noting them down (Literally noting down. Though in our generation, literally 'typing' them down on the cell phone, so that we remember all of them. This blog post was plotted since so many months. Muhuhahaha.)

1)I met a guy called Aman Puri who was living near my friend Amy's place when I went to her home. I used to crib about him to my parents. One day his parents called us for dinner. So we supposed to go to his place[ according to me that was a bad idea], so anyway my mom asked me whether I wanted something special for dinner that night, coz she knew i wont go to his house .Before I could answer, she giggled at something Dad said.
And DAD said....."She will want to eat anything except Puri."
heheheheh. Right!! :P


2) Whenever I see Dhoni, Dravid, Zaheer's pics on billboards, or on any poster,newspaper or whatever, I announce "Dhoniiiii" or "Draviiiiiiid" joyfully.
So, I see Dhoni's photo endorsing Sonata watches on the back of a bus[in the Indian newspaper] . . I squealled "Dhoniiiii" as usual. Dad stares at MSD smiling casually back at him. I shrank back into next to him , expecting a Dad joke coming.:)
The wisecrack- "Dhoni used to hang out of the buses when he was young. And he still hangs out of the buses when he's famous."

3)At work, there was a guy called Vikram working with my Dad.There was another guy along with him and on that particular day, the other guy had not appeared if office.
My Dad rocks. He calls Vikram and asks,
"Oye Vikram. Betaal kaha hai??"!!

4)My and I family went to "Solly" for shopping for clothes n stuff Dad looks at Solly's board outside the shop and turns to me and Amit.
"If Solly doesn't have the clothes we want, what will they say?"
He knows we both are dumb, so he won't wait for an answer.
He shows his 100 watt smile. "Solly, we don't have it."
Amit and I manage a warm, fake smile while mom laughs dutifully.



TO BE CONTINUE ...

A Post just for my F.R.I.E.N.D.S!!!!!

When I'm low, no one's there,
When I'm high, no one cares,
When you least expect it, comes someone in your life,
To be with you, in each and every strife,
They are my friends, They are always here
Each one of them, a gem, so dear.

My favourite, the cutest of them all,
Is Ankit, with whom I always have a ball,
My soul sister, who's as crazy as me,
She's Anjali,"Oh Rolando !!", we say we glee,
There's pooja, who's always shopping or cooking,
Disha's tongue cannot stop working,
Vineet's crazy, completely wild,
Shaan, who's more mature than me, even if He's just a child,
Vikas Dangi, completely insane and keeps me entertained,
Amit, who's good at computer things, leaves me dumbfounded,
Vikas uncle, who is wicked, always upto some fun,
With shaaluu, her number one. (KIDDING!)

These are my friends, and i really appreciate
I guarantee, they'll make your best mate!!

P.S- This poem was written under immense frustration and irritation. Guests had come over at 8 in the evening and were there till midnight. I thought I could shower them with my mesmerising presence and a quick Bolt types speech(Arre, that guy who got fastest running record in Olympic Games :D):-"Hello Aunty,How are you, I'm fine, and flash my 1000 watt fake smile and bury myself in the computer. But Alas. The guests had come to learn from my Dad about some stuff that i care less. My Dad, the know-it-all,can stop me from watching TV at 10 in the night and can give me a lecture about using the computer all the time and not sleeping enough , but he could teach the guests shit on computer till midnight. Sigh. Life is unfair. I locked myself in my (and my invisible friend bunt's :P) room and fumed.

Hence, this poem,that i happily dedicated to my friends :-)


Sealed with a kiss by Nandini !

NO CLOTHES, really??

I open my cupboard every morning, to let out a sigh, 'I have no friggin clothes'!!

I do manage to put a decent Outfit together, almost everyday but yet I'm totally lusting for some outfit that hasn't found its way into my wardrobe yet. Being a [soon to be ] doctor and an immensely creative person (so I would like to believe)... I am always unhappy and find my way to the mall quite often... and my life is a one BIG circle.

Lack of clothes - Impulsive buys - total Bliss - Many compliments - more desires - lack of choices - Dissatisfaction ..... BACK TO MALL!!

I go on living this weird pattern (knowingly) and then comes along this spirited young girl.. looking fabulous everyday :P, working her way to a (Noble) cause ... while i lay mostly bankrupt with an overflowing wardrobe and yet no where in the same zipcode as Noble!!:P

Where did I go wrong? I should have taken a few tips from Anjali:(then again i thought NAAH!!! ,

PS: if Dad is reading this please pay closes attenuation , your Daughter is in need for big moola[money] :D


Sealed with a kiss by Nandini !