A Silly "second " thought!

Seconds can turn soft hearts to stone..

Seconds can make stone hearts to mourn..

Seconds can make eyes to glow or overflow..

Seconds can break trust, proving it hollow..

Seconds kill..... seconds save..

Seconds can even bring tsunamic waves..

Seconds stand between life and death..

Seconds separate even one's breath..

Seconds separate lightening and thunder..

Seconds can even make kings surrender..

Seconds just fly when one is in love..

Lovers when apart, seconds crawl..

Strong bonds made of years are broken..

If just a silly naughty second tries..

But however hard seconds or years try..

What remains a truth is that truth never lies..

If seconds come first and seconds die first

Then why is it named a second and not first?

Second is strong , many battles it wins..

Second is quick to separate even twins..

Yet a second remains "second" always..

caz what comes first is always God's will..

Sealed with  kiss by nandini !

pain ..

People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel?  ....Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, . You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.”

Sealed with kiss by Nandini!

Its All About The "Heart " !!

How many organs the human body has? books informs me the number is 23. Isn't it surprising that, in spite of the human body having 23 important organs, and all equally important, and working together to keep us alive and functioning, only one organ instantly comes to mind and is also talked about the most? And look, I'm doing it too; I am talking about the Heart. Doctors ask you to take good care of it. Most women have really fragile ones, while most men wear theirs on their sleeve. We all have one, though we each use it differently. Some use it sparingly while others are too generous with theirs. And then, there are some who almost never use their own. Then there are still others who like to play with other people's hearts. The heart is a favourite topic with poets and writers, with reams and reams written about it and around it. Singers sing to it, for it, about it and sometimes even against it. A famous song goes like this “Dil cheer ke dekh, tera hi naam hoga” .. And then, get an operation done !! Even the Gods know of its value. And the manner in which Hanuman, the monkey-God, has proved his loyalty to Lord Rama remains etched in the memory forever. According to lovers/those in love/those (c’mon for you sadists, I’m not writing my name here) who have been in love, their heart has been stolen, broken, taken, crushed, betrayed and many more things. Phew! And here I imagined that all that this very important organ was supposed to be doing was pump blood to keep us alive! And going by what lovers say the heart seems to be a steady survivor too. As it is wrecked, it's trodden on, it's stolen, it's cheated on but it survives it all! Albeit, with a few dents and scratches, some deep while others superficial and still others that are maybe purely imaginatory. Nothing that time, and the helping aid of another heart cannot heal. The heart brings you happiness, and sometimes causes you pain. There are times you are accused of not having one at all, or dealing out bits of yours too freely.

Its the much abhorred boyfriend-discussion day. and then our DAD

Scene I
Me: Mum!!! Don't be senti about it now.
Mum: Shut Up.Did I even ASK? why give clarifications
Me: oh,err.. okk well you know normal parents are a lil concerned about these mamlas
Mum: *raising her eyebrow* SO?
Me: heheh that means you have no problem?
Mom: about what? NO.
Me: hehhee ok then :D :D
Mum: And girly?
Me: *waiting in anticipation* yes?
Mum: You're losing touch :P :D make it better next time. itne easily mujhe gussa nahi ayega :D *hahhahahhah*
Me: awwww MuuuuuuuuuM, suspense me meri death hi ho gayyyi thi. kyaaa yaaar!!! tennu kuch farak hi nahi painda :(
Mum: Naaahh i was just wondering which crazy guy would love you hhahaa
Me: awww mooomm self confidence ki band baja ditta!!!!!!!

*scene ends with both rolling with laughter*

SCENE II:
Two children are quietly, diligently studying in their room.Isn't this like every pitaji ke bachpan ka dream?
Father is seen pacing outside the room waiting for the 'dua or dawa' scene. He frantically looks inside the study-room.

Daughter (me) :(strictness personified) Dad WHAT ARE YOU DOING????
Dad : hheheeh, oh you poor kids,studying for so long. rest a little.
Daughter:It's only been 5 hours, what do you want????
Dad: errr.. I was wondering if I could play a little...
Daughter: We have our XYZ tests and you want to play your songs now???won't do certainly won't do. Go Dad watch TV.

Meanwhile Son has finished another chapter,daughter goes back to studying albeit feeling a lil guilty.

Daughter: OK OK Dad, you can play now!!! *rolls eyes* (under breath) papa bhi naa!

ps : I had thought of making this post really sarcastic and witty but alas its turned into some bheegi hui matchis jaisa post :(

Sealed with a kiss by Nandini !

Anjali's Typos, Jay Sean, Bluetooth Fun !!

Hahaha.

Hahahahaha.

Ok, I'm high. Listening to Jay Sean(I'm obsessed with that idiot. Eminem who?? Jay Sean rocks :D), chatting with disha and Harshita(AFTER AGES), drinking "Naked" its name of juice don't get me wrong  (It's almost equivalent to Vodka in the dry state, people!!)  is so completely my kind of thing :D

BTW, I HATE Jay Sean's almost takla look. The crew cut, so very doesn't suit him. Doesn't he look cute and adorable and hot at the same time, in this hairdo??

Thinking about Anjali Singh now. Did you hear about her latest typos??

1) Anjali: Yaar arya

Nanu: Bol singh :-w

Anjali: Yaar I'm having so much hari fall all over my back.

Nanu: *splutters* who the hell is hari?

Anjali: :( :(

Nanu: OHH HAIR FALL !!!

2) In one of Anjali's posts, Amy discovered the typo and pointed it out to me. For sadistic pleasure, we didn't ask Anjali to correct it and instead, I showed the typo to Jeff, Roshan,Rahul n some more of our friends  :P

The typo was:

"I love to make-out" instead of "I love to make-up"

ROFLMAO :D

For all the losers, who are going to attend college and endure boring classes, here's a tip- try sending random pics of the classroom or some random pics of some guys sleeping in class, and send it to any bluetooth which is switched on in class. I changed my 'neela-daant' name to Bhoot and sent it. Alas, people rejected the pics with a strained look on their faces, and Disha and I were so very dejected. Hope your luck is better.

In case, you are wondering why I laughed in the starting- It was a sadistic laugh at you people, that you actually read the whole random post till the end and you are still here with that stupid smile on your faces :D

Sealed with a kiss by Nandini !

Pain in his . . . what do you call it...?

"Why did you come to the clinic today?" As the interpreter repeated the question in Russian, I admired the patient's hat. It was a White Sox Baseball cap. I'm not into baseball myself, but it warms my heart to see him adopting the local sports teams. I wondered if it was a Christmas gift from a new chicagoan friend.

"He has pain in his . . . uhhhhhh . . . in his . . . " the interpreter trailed off, stumped. English is her fourth language, and sometimes she struggles for the right word. My pen was poised over the chart, waiting. "Pain in his . . . ass!" she said triumphantly. "His ass." They looked at me expectantly.

I set my pen down. That wasn't going in the chart, not even in quotation marks. Was the pain in his buttocks? Perianal area? Rectum? Perineum? "Could you be more specific?" I asked.

Eventually, with some pointed questioning, I uncovered a story of what sounded like hemorrhoids.

I will not detail the digital rectal exam, but suffice it to say that positioning the patient was even more challenging than getting  patient to disrobe for her complete physical. I did manage to confirm the diagnosis.

After explaining the cause and management of the problem, I and my attendings offered him some Anusol HC rectal suppositories from our cupboard and explained their use. As the interpreter passed on the information, I finished my notes, flipped the chart closed and stood up. 

"He's wondering, should these be kept in the refrigerator?" the interpreter asked me.

"No. They don't need to be refrigerated."

A long conversation with the patient followed. "Can they go in the fridge?" she asked me again.

"They don't need to be refrigerated. They can be kept at room temperature," I repeated.

Further discussions in Russian  ensued. I glanced at the clock on  computer screen, eyeing the number of patients in our virtual waiting room. I was glad I hadn't asked about the hat; we couldn't have afforded the pleasantries. The patient's voice became urgent.

"He wants to keep them in the fridge." The interpreter was exasperated.

"Why?"

"His cupboards are very warm. He's worried the suppositories might melt, and then it would be too difficult to insert in his as-"

I cut her off before she could use that decidedly unmedical word again. "Alright. He can keep them in the fridge if he prefers."

As I followed them out to the waiting room, I thought how quirky and exhausting and oddly delightful the encounter had been, and how unremarkable the same visit would have been in a regular walk-in clinic. 

Sealed with a kiss by Nandini !

Nothing without you ..

A bitter truth thats dawning upon me now- i have a limited time with my parents..despite them being the reason for my being, my all..

Since the last 20 years, living with them was like the sun rising from the east-very batural,no big deal.. Now that i'm at hostel-physically distant from them for a major part of the last 3 years, I suddenly realise-I'm home, for just.. " a vacation"!

The next 5-6 years go into career building, followed by a job, a wedlock- when again shall i be the carefree Nanu I was,with Mum and Dad at my side,every single second of my existence...

I want to get back to them forever..

Suddenly, I don't like where I am, and who I am, without them

I want to be there for them.

I want to look after them,

I want to be the one to give papa his reading glasses,

And I want to b the one to help Mum with all the work..

Life doesnt move on without them...

I'll MISS U MAMA, MISS U PAPA

YOU'RE MY LIFE ............

Sealed with a kiss by Nandini !