Wednesday, December 30, 2015

CONFESSIONS

https://youtu.be/L0MK7qz13bU [BEFORE READING IT PLEASE CLICK ON THE LINK]
So here we are.....finally saying goodbye to the wonderful year that 2015 has been....full of roller coaster rides...
but BULLSHIT .....i am being flooded with questions of my new year resolutions....[ i am seriously hoping that i dont make a stupid idiotic one like losing my weight and increasing my height which has disasterously been shattered due to some technical error in 2015]
one of the main reasons i am not so up funky with new years eve is that from my pre primary classes i always begin to mess up with the date ....i continue writing 1st jan 2015 for instance and keep errorneously committing the same mistake till end of july and when i finally get adapted to write my dates correctly ...BULLSHIT the year ends...what am i supposed to do? screw the calendar?!


so today on the 364th day of the year i have decided to do something crazy [ of course i reamain crazy 260 days ...the rest i spend sleeping and dreaming ]......and trust me i have been contemplating on doing this for the past 1 week ...man it really needs tons of guts
MY CURRENT GUT STATUS : READY TO RUN.....UMM -0.001% OF CONFIDENCE
MY CURRENT HEART STATUS; DO IT


HI [ pls ignore...these are certain ego defense mechanisms i am gonna use throughout...]



F##K ...I CANT DO THIS!
BUT I HAVE TO!



okay......here we go



DEAR TANYA[ sorry for not keeping u anonymous]
for the past 20 years we have been together [ yes i know we are 19 but i am counting the time period when we were shitting in moms womb], and trust me it has been a lot of fun.
u and me from the beginning had hit off [ofcourse barring the time when u and i fought which was 99.9% times] where  me being completely outspoken, always going against people, dancing madly on roads, challenging everyone to have a badminton match, but still being  A DELICATE DARLING [oh yes i remember that]....and you being alwys the-namaste- traditional-type-girl with loads of good manners. And being with you has taught me some of the basic etiquettes too ...
ranging from u, me, mahi being together, to mahi leaving us to shed tears wen she went to kolkata to studying together, going to jain stationery, taking ur pen while u were writing coz i always loved ur pens, to making lame excuses like a cow created a jam or a dog was chasing us wenevr we were late for our tuition classes,to u always teaching me maths while i was crying as i had never prepared for that stupid exam......YOU AND ME WERE ALWAYS TOGETHER....it was like we were meant to be .....but then ONE MISTAKE .....ONE MISUNDERSTANDING CHANGED EVERYTHING....

from the past 4 years we are not meow-moti.....but the formal nishtha-tanya....
and thats because u know the reason and i partially know it.....
tanya...i seriously till date have not been able to cope...because i DO NOT KNOW the complete thing....its like we are together but with a line drawn between us and the problem is that we both are equally scared to cross it....arent we?
i agree i might have done something really stupid to make u this mad at me that we dont even look into each others eyes while speaking  but u too were at fault many a times!
and tanya ....just imagine we were inseparable for infinite years[ i still remember my promise to dance at your wedding and urs to organize my 25th birthday as u r the best planner ever] .......we both were always there for each other and i still believe we still have  a soft corner because friendship like ours can never be broken.....we still get anxious for each other....atleast i do

mumma once told me a story.....
a psychologist entered a room with dozens of potatoes and asked the audience to hold a dozen each if somebody had hurt them and to always keep the bag of potatoes wherever they went and see him after 2 days. after two days the clients came back with aching arms, blue black shoulders and twisted fingers as holding a dozen potatoes all the time was not that easy as they thought...
the psychologist heard their complaints and spoke" look how difficult it was to hold potatoes ...think and introspect how difficult it wud have been for u all to carry on the grudges for years!

it made me realize that the burden we both have been carrying is too long....AND I AM GONNA CHANGE...I KNOW MY EGO IS TOO HIGH...4 YEARS ...WOOF!
BUT NOW I AM GONNA LET IT GO.....I CANT HOLD BACK ANYMORE


yahoooooo....i did it..it was not that difficult...and now i feel so light....CONFESSIONS ARE REALLY BLESSINGS IN DISGUISE

i forgive u and i appologize too....i promise to never ask what made u so sorrowful...i want to start over tanya....i am ready to LET IT GO.....
i luv u buddy and please dont cry....I STILLCARE FOR U
and i am writing this today so that u dont cry on 31st.....i want u to come back running to me [ofcourse like srk!] and hugging me ....i will wait....no questions asked
tomorrow night...ill wait for u moti!
I AM SORRY FOR HURTING U

dear nick,mahima,panav,priya and rachita,
u guys have seriously been there thru all my ups and downs...and i am bloodily possessive about u guys!
thanku so so much....and i promise to stuck by u in times of joy and sorrow...u can always count on me and i will make u smile :)



dear all my college n school buddies,nav,dolly, all mamus mamis,didis,chachus,chachis,bros,sis[ okay i am making it hum saath saath hn type ...sorry han]
u guys have tremendously supported my blog pages,ideas and opinions.
had it not been u guys, i would never have gotten d strength to write
luv u all...stay blessseddd


DEAR SHWETA MAAM
i guess this is the most difficult one!
because wherever i am today is all because of you....u are an inspiration to me....
without u i would never have loved psychology
but maam some things are destined ....and whatever happened i know u blame urself ...please dont...it hurts me the most! u r the bestest teacher and will always remain so
i and panav used to fight over carrying ur belongings
u mean alot to me maam
let the past remain in the past....
just give me ur blessings for the future ..i luv u maam and will always do


dear kittu, anu,tanu
u guys are not just family to me but my bestest buddies....
u have tricked me in various pranks but u r my angels ...
the fun , the laughters , the moments i have with u....are priceless
we may fight all day long but at the end of the day its always a happy ending with us sneaking out to nanis kitchen to bring something to eat!
stay beautiful my girls!



FINALLY
TO THE BESTEST PARENTS IN THE WORLD
i say sorry to u 100 times a day ranging from not picking my shoes to watching tv all day to eat all the chocolates all by myself to fight with kittu over a pencil
reasons are multivariate and diverse but i want u to know WITHOUT U I DONT HAVE A LIFE........UR HAPPINESS MEANS ALOT TO ME
ur lessons,love,scoldings, are so precious
I AM INCOMPLETE WITHOUT U
and i am very sure with ur love NOBODY CAN DRAG ME DOWN



so my this year resolution is to mend all the hearts i have intentionally or accidentally hurt
AND I HAVE TAKEN THE FIRST STEP....WHICH WAS ONE OF THE MOST DIFFICULT ONE...BUT NOW WHEN ITS OVER...I FEEL SO MUCH BETTER


so this new year....lets make a promise to HEAL ALL THE PAST WOUNDS AND START AFRESH.....LETS SPREAD JOY AND KINDNESS.....coz LOVE CAN TRANSFORM IMPERFECTION INTO PERFECTION

HAPPY NEW YEAR GUYS!
KEEP DREAMING
KEEP WORKING
KEEP SMILING
STAY BLESSED! :)



[ please leave ur comments...or infact y dont u use this platform to confess something u did...stay anonymous..no issue! let it go guys....LETS CONFESS AND MOVE ON]

Friday, December 11, 2015

WHEN COMPASSION OVERPOWERS ANNOYANCE

ola guys...how you all have been? how has life been treating you all?
the scale goes 
1awesome...i am high dude
2great just finished my exams
3fine...bored as hell
4how have i been? you moron i have a boss who is pain in the ass, have my sisters wedding to attend and you have the bloody audacity to ask me how i am?
5 facing 200 wtfs per minute
so whatever ur scale score might say...i gurantee you a stress free zone here...
oh can u hold on please...theres some noise going on, ill just come back ok?


"NO NO NO NOOOOOO, it cant be the nosy chadha uncle again! WHY? is he a sadist mom?"
" shut up princess, speak properly"
" ask him to behave properly, if he has a balcony extended adjacent to ours, then ask that old man to fart inside , he purposely comes at the time wen i drink my horlicks. HE IS A BLOODY SADIST MOM" i cried
"baby you gotta adjust, and moreover he is aged, u need to respect him. say sorry right now" mom chipped
" FINE...but this isnt fair u noe...he gets to sneak around the balcony , allowed to fart with that disastrous smell over which i have used atleast 6 bottles of ambipure, and then not even feeling a tinge of sorry, he smiles back at me with his parantha stuffed mouth"
" princess! i am gonna smack u now if u are gonna keep behaving like this"
" ALRIGHT ..."



the bell rings

" baby open the door"
 #I IGNORE



the bell rings 10 times
" you idiot why arent u opening the door?


[ ok is my mom really looking fwd to an answer by me..fine..its because thru the sheds i saw nosy chadha ji coming up with a bowl in his hand...i m not gonna give him my chocolates this time i swear....oh why does he need chocolates? GOD KNOWS]



" he he he namaste namaste? beta hanger hai?"
" excuse me?" i roll my eyes in bewilderment
" hanger....for the clothes?"
"yeah...but then why have you bought this bowl?"
" oh beta...ye to gangajal hai...drop a few of it on ur head and u will be bestowed with good brains


OMG I AM GONNA KILL THIS UNCLE....GOOD BRAINS? OK FINE..CONTROL...THIS MAN IS AGED...SUFFERING FROM DEMENTIA....CONTROL....DO NOT COMMENT


"here is ur hanger? anything else" i stand with my arms cross folded
" nhi beta ....acha chocolates nhi dogi iss baar"

" arrey she will definitely give...right baby...go get the silk "
MY SILK...OH MY SILK....OK CAN SOMEONE FIND ME A BOOK ON HOW TO TORTURE NOSY NEIGHBOURS

" COME SIT NA UNCLE" my mom invites
rubbish..mom u are inviting a fart bomb...our little home will burst into flames of co2 and ofcourse parso raat ki palak paneer
suddeenly maa sees me carrying a bottle of ambipure and makes me run for my life with the death stare she gives me



bell rings again. my sister glares at me as she saw chadhaji sitting at her spot.....alright i didnt want my spot to be all palak paneery so i made him sit there
thnks to her, i got down and went to the park to get some fresh air.
while walking i saw my friend neha on the phone talking to her boyfriend
" oh i luv u"
" luv u too sugar"
\" aww"
"aww"
"ewwww, stop it neha" 
oblivious to me she jumped around in shock only to find me laughing at her....furiously she showed me her phone screen where her boyfriend was equally concerned as if oh-my-god-is my-barbie-all right-look
"hey punk" i said
" hey" he dryly replied , why wudnt he? i had invaded the i luv u phase 
guys i seriously dont get it ....saying i luv u too after i luv u is like saying JAI MATA DI after someone says SAARE BOLO..hahaaaa

anyways i thought to have a little bit of fun
so i took the left earphone from neha " so punk what plans do u have?
[OH PUNK? his name is pankaj but he gets irritated wen someone calls him that .....idiot!;p]
"hey can u please handover the earphone to my moon"
" moon? are u crazy?
" i mean neha"
" ohhhhhhhhh...mooooooonnnn"
" yes" he blushed
' okay so if neha is ur moon then technically it means u gotta stay 9955886.7 kms away from her"
" who are u?: alien?'
" huh..somebody not as weird as u PANKAJ" I WAS in full mood to piss my friends off
" arre babaji ..why getting angry...and u live two blocks away...come...lets have a badminton match" i challenged him as i have always done from my childhood
" whats with babaji?"
" arre budhu! if husbands are parmeshwars to tu to boyfriend hai...unko babaji ka darza diya jaa skta hai" i succeeded in irritating him
" buzz off alien! pj"
"u alien"
" u"
" u" 
so before the fight cud begin again neha snatched the phone and told him jai mata di .oh i mean iluv u too and came back to me ...finally!
" why are u pestering me? is chadha uncle at ur place again?"
" hmm....hes farting again"





out of nowhere we hear a screeching sound......as we looked back i saw someone fighting with chadha uncle, suddenly he pushed him and he fell on the ground ...
i dont know what go into me , the man ago i was cursing for being so nosy, an overprotective instinct overpowered me and i ran towards him at lightning speed with neha shouting something which i cudnt possibly hear
"hello! who the hell are u? dont u have any manners ...stay away!" i screamed at the man
" beta rehnedo tum...m theek hun" he pacified me
" aree tum kon hoti ho beech mai ane wali? mai apne dad se baat krrha hun...you stay out of it"
I GASPED IN SHOCK...a man was hitting his old father
" agar apne daant nhi tudwane na to niklo yahan se warna ill call the security...buzz off" i was yelling now
" papa...give me the papers and ill go...i dont want a scene"


now the thing was getting clearer , he was the man who was greedy for his fathers property and in his selfish ulterior motives he had fallen to such grave levels
not wanting to get involved in their matter but still protecting uncles self esteem even though he smelt like palak paneer was the main aim
" security, keep this man out of our colony, i shall never see him again else ull have it from me" i swore

the man, embarassed went away with plans of revenge in his mind

" thanku bete, bhagwan tumhe sadh budhi de" WITH his eyes numb he laughed at me. i hugged him back[with my nose blocked ofcourse...who wants to smell rotten palak paneer...hehehee...kidding]

AT THIS POINT READERS I SERIOUSLY WANTED TO BOTH CRY AND LAUGH, CHADHA JI WILL NEVER LEAVE AN OPPORTUNITY TO TKE A DIG AT MY BRAIN
WELL SOMETHINGS ARE BETTER LEFT UNCHANGED....THATS THE BEAUTY OF IT

YOU WILL FIND PEOPLE who are annoying, irritating,snobbish but in the end of the day what matters is u understand each persons battle before judging them....each person on earth is born with a clean heart and a kind instinct which is manipulated by the society. DONT LET IT DO IT TO U, STAY RAW,STAY KIND and ofcourse

KEEP SMILING:)

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dont forget to voice ur opinions which are the most valuable gifts to me
stay happy

WHEN PUNJABI PARENTS HANDLED MY BLOG

SASRIYAKAAL heheeee
hello hello
check 1 2 3 ...mike testing
" god damn it dad...you just gotta type it...its not a mike that you are doing hello check check...i mean literally...whats wrong with you?"
" ni tu chup reh...mainu zyada experience hai! ni inni fikar si, to khud likleiniya"
" hanji ....pta ni ajkl ke bacho ko kya naye naye shok hote hain...ye blog shog ki honda hai..." mom chipped in

" guys please handle it and remember no negativity and end my blog with my tagline ...please...ill promise i will take only 26 mins in shower"
" 15" dad says
" 5" mom says
" 20 mom please"
" deal"
" deal" " ok i gotta go....my intern master is hovering on me..luv you..take care of my blog"
so by now u all must be knowing that today its my mum and dad who are gonna handle the page for  a week as i am out on an internship. [ circus...right..thats what my dad thinks i do]








"hello hello..myself my daughters dad..nice to meet u ji"
" namaste ji..myself my daughters dads wife"
okay so today my daughters friends have various questions which we are gonna answer.

question number 1 ; auntyji how does it feel to be your daughters parents
mom; hain?!! she kicked me in my belly for 9 months and i cleaned her poop till 2 years and tu mujhse poochda payein ki how does it feel? fitte muh tere!


question number 2; uncle ji is your daughter a human?
dad; who are u? haan? whats ur email address i will report in cyber crime..wat do u mean is my daughter is human. ofcourse she behaves like an alien day and night but wo sadi kudi hai! ni apne mummy daddy da number das mainu...is she a human...! khote de puttar

question number 3; what bugs you the most about your daughter
dad; i want this interrogation to get over today and not after 2 years or even 20! patte de ullu
mom; doesnt clean her dishes
dad; takes 47 mins 27 secs in shower
mom; sings wildly
dad; types on keyboard with usain bolt in her fingers
mom; doesnt dress up..ni pura din ek pyjama mei sadi padi rehndi h...kangi bhi ni kardi
dad; doesnt know how to make gol roti
mom; stupid idiot ni
dad; ni preeti di kudi nu dekha hai kbbi..kinni soni kudi hai...all dressedup, knows how to cook,kills cockroach without shouting and doesnt listen to kya kehnde hain....haan...edm
mom; han sachi, wadi changi hai
dad; and look at our daughter...seems she has just woken up drunk from a halloween party
guest; uncle ji bas bas, next question

question number 4; a stupid guest visitor ; sir your daughter is hot, you should be proud
dAD; soor di aulad..keede padein tere muh me
mom; wat hot wat hot han...my daughter is cold ...very cold...ni sunte ho..milao zara 100 number..zyada hi pankh khulde payein hain launde ke




hanji hanji bas ji bas ajkl ina kaffi hai
chalo ji sasriyakal.....and ni wo kya kehnde hai jee....KEEP SMILING AND SWEARING
PROUD TO BE A PUNJABI JI [OKAY dad stop making my blog being a racist]