You are 'that' kind...

There is a 'this' kind..

At first glance you think 'wow'.....then later you think..'quite good'....then in a couple of days it becomes 'not bad'..and eventually 'ewww'...:P

After all we are teenagers(or in early twenties)..we do have the right to behave immaturely..:P

And then there is a 'that' kind...

You don't know them...but you know they are somewhere out there..thinking about you..wondering what you're doing at that very moment...and then one day you meet them and your heart leaps and whispers "This is the one!"And then both of you fall in love with each other and live happily ever after...

Feel Young...Be Young!!

A few days back..a friend of mine asked me to write an article on the topic..."WHEN I GROW UP"...Well that was a sarcastic remark from his side...but I am definitely gonna put that in words...

"WHEN I GROW UP..."..Its basically one of the lines I always use..I dunno how this habit creeped up on me...maybe from my childhood days...but I think its for the good...It definitely makes me feel younger..and believe me..much younger than I actually am...And sometimes it gets difficult for me to believe that I am gonna turn 20 in a few months...20!!...can you imagine!!...omg!!....thats would make two decades...and I feel like I have lived for not more than 5 years...!!

Many of my friends tease me when I say"main jab badi ho jaungi main yeh karungi" saying..."When are you going to grow up??!!!"...to which I reply "I am already grown up!.."...but actually deep down in my heart, I secretly say to myself "Never!"...:P ...coz I dont want to!!...I love life the way it is!...At least it makes you feel that you are still young...It makes you WANT to live life...if not forever...just till the day you accomplish that "yeh"...
And sometimes thats all you want from life...A reason to keep it going...


FEEL YOUNG...BE YOUNG...:)

Whats Right and Whats Wrong?

The other day one of my friends gave me a remark as "Whatever you did was wrong"...These lines kept coming to my mind throughout the day...kept disturbing me...I kept thinking if what I did was actually wrong...

Then I thought....What is actually right and what is wrong?...Why is something called the right thing and something else called the wrong thing?...Who decides whats right and whats wrong?
I kept thinking...
Then I realized that basically there is nothing called Right and Wrong..These are a set of standards laid by the society which one is supposed to follow....If you abide by these standards then you are Right and if you don't then you are Wrong...

The society is always orthodox...It never allows to think differently...If you take a look in the past, It has always been that the people who made a difference, always went against the society's standards...

Basically its in the way you perceive...Smoking may be the right thing for many of you, and a wrong thing for many...it all comes down to what YOU think...If you think its the right thing, then no doubt it is..and if you think its not, then of course its not...Its all about YOU...If you can explain to yourself that what you did was right,then nothing can be wrong!!...After all, at the end of the day, its YOU who needs a sound sleep.....:)

A view from the window....

It was 4 o'clock in the afternoon....I was in my classroom, sitting by the window...It was an INTERIOR DESIGNING class. The teacher wanted us to design some areas that can fit into an 8x6 room. I chose a kindergarten classroom for myself. I had just started designing when suddenly my eyes fell on the view outside. The weather was fine as it had just stopped raining...The blue sky was creating perfect contrast with the ground, which was the color of sand....There were heaps of sand as some construction work was going on...and on it were three little kids trying to pluck berries from a tree with the help of pebbles...

I kept staring at the three of them...There was this little girl who was about 5 years of age and two kids, a little boy of about 4, and a little girl of about 3...The girl of five was throwing pebbles at the branches and the other two were collecting the berries from the ground ...then she distributed all the berries equally among themselves...I wonder if they had anything else in their little minds other than collecting berries...

I kept staring...

Suddenly my childhood days flashed before my eyes...the days when I used to collect berries like these kids...the days when I used to make small temples in the sand and place a small pebble as the deity....the days when owing a bicycle was the biggest achievement ever...the days when breaking the leg of a barbie used to spoil the entire week...the days when having a 10 rupee note in your pocket was like being the richest person on earth...the days when sometimes all we wanted to do was to blow a bubble gum properly...the days of sheer carefreeness....the days.... so simple ...so pure...so beautiful....

I kept staring..........