SOMETHING TO DIE FOR

I was browsing Quora for some answers to my weird questions like " How to behave in a social circle" or " how not to spill food on oneself in a wedding?" since there is a big Punjabi wedding coming up in my family. And, that my friend is ONE BIG REASON TO FRET, with so many relatives to meet and plus answering them what are your plans for life and there genuine concern for how more many years will you keep studying! (basically when u are gonna get married and have 10000 kids) and most importantly what will people think if you are so clumsy all the time!

So basically 3 days of full masti,dhamaal and dancing (read torture drama and gossip). Getting no answers even on Quora i picked up my favorite novel - THE WOMAN WHO DIED FOR HER DREAMS, I had no other choice to bear the upcoming drama so i thought of finding a few hours of solace in my book. It consisted of a story about a girl who shook the world with the powers of her dream.

And as i opened the 38th page of the novel, i was all ready and excited to be immersed in the world of inspiration.

'Yes, I am serious sir!’ she said in all excitement. 

She was sitting in front of the college principal on the admission day. The college was in a distant town and was far from her small village.

‘I see you are excited,’ Principal began in a calm voice. ‘But you must understand that it’s not usual here. Your academic performance is great, pick whichever stream you want, but why this one?’

‘Sir,’ she responded in her calm voice. ‘I dreamed this! I want to do this! I know I can and ever since I knew what I loved this, I wanted to live this!’

‘But you will be alone! Do not expect other girls to join you! Which girl does this course? This stream is a monopoly of boys,’

‘Tell me one thing Sir, why should I curb my dream just because I am a girl? And do I look like a normal girl to you? I know making my dream into a reality isn't that improbable. Give me a chance and I will prove my worth.’ she replied. Her voice was firm.

Principal knew that moment, that she was more tees and  jeans. He felt like he was being interviewed by that 18 year old petite girl. She had the will to survive and sheer determination to win. He looked deep into her eyes and they were sparkling with confidence.

He sighed.

‘What will your family say? are they ready?" he asked

"not yet but then who cares...they lived their own lives on their own terms and i am sure they are gonna let me do the same"

So you are not accepting other choices, are you?’ he asked.

‘My fate accepts my will. Not the other way around.’ She said smiling.

Her voice echoed the hall.

‘What was your name again?’ Principal asked her while he looked into the admission form.

She knew she had convinced him. Her joy knew no bounds then. In a voice filled with enthusiasm, she replied.

‘Ms. Kalpana Chawla, sir.’

AND BOOM! I knew what i had to die for! It was sheer madness, how this one chapter blew my mind away....

Here she managed to be one of the leading astronauts of the world  and i was in deep despair and was looking for ways to escape a situation which could be handled with so much love.

I learnt the lesson of the day....Did you? :)

(PS: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION...kindly dont google the mane of the novel...all you will find is error 404 :P)

THE INSOMNIAC PRINCESS

so, i couldn't sleep at night...tossing my pillow here and there, i finally gave up after 2 hours of trial and error and applying all psychological methods to try and fall asleep...

i got up from my bed and looked at the time

"2:30 am"

my sister was snoring, mom and dad were asleep too...i tried reading my novel ..but i just couldn't concentrate! i tried listening to my favorite edms but it gave me a headache! i tried jumping but i fell off the bed..VERY HARD! Something was going on my mind but i couldn't exactly place what was troubling me!

was it my uncertain future ? well who isn't?

was i worried about my career? thats my daily stress..why would it trouble me at 2 am!

was i suffering from insomnia? nah..i just slept like a horse last night 

were aliens invading my mind? they already had when i was born

was i overthinking yet again!? again! thats my routine..i function on overthinking!

was my bladder full and i wanted to pee or was i feeling thirsty and wanted to drink water?

i just couldn't sleep!

All my attempts failed! Helplessly i went to my parents room clutching a pillow tight to my chest ( i have this stupid belief that ghosts eat people who roam at night and thus i fear ghosts!).

For a minute i stood still...then 10 mins passed and i kept staring at mom without saying a word (NO! I WASN'T POSSESSED!) 

Mom suddenly woke up in shock (humans know when someone is staring at them in sleep)

"princess! what are you doing here? why aren't u already sleeping?" she asked looking concerned

"maa?"

"yes baby..answer me...its almost 3 what happened? did you have a nightmare?"

"well...my reality is no less than a nightmare!"

She got up from the blanket 

"what are you saying..if this is one of your philosophical truths then trust me i am going to spank you hard for acting like Socrates early in the morning...what! are you possessed!"

"sorry to disturb you maa, go back to sleep..ill find something else to do!"

Mothers have this sixth sense when something is troubling their child. so she pulled me in the blanket and stroking my forehead gently she asked "what is it dear?"

"i dont know maa....if i ask you something will you answer honestly?"

"yes sure..."

"maa..am i a bad person? i mean am i silly and stupid?"

"NO....why?"

"just tell na" i protested

"baby, you have never been a bad person...infact since your childhood you have been something different..always helping out people..making them smile...fighting with your dad when he didn't use to give alms to the poor (none of us had the courage)"

"no na maa...i mean ...i dont know...everyone is like this only..its not something different!"

i stayed silent for the next 10 mins 

"princess?...is that thing you told me yesterday troubling you"

i kept quiet. and then nodded my head slowly as if i wasn't even sure whether that thing was troubling me or not!

oh? you wanna know "that thing"

so basically i went to college and was busy doing some work when one of my friends came to me and told me that she heard one of my classmate speaking ill of me...and about something which wasn't true . How can i say it so confidently? BECAUSE I WAS ABSENT THAT DAY WHEN SOMETHING HAPPENED...I WASN'T EVEN A PART OF IT!!(it happens with all of us every-time ...doesn't it?)

hearing that someone was speaking behind my back filled me with rage and i wanted to hit back hard! but as always i kept it inside me thinking i shouldn't bother!

But you know it, when you try hard not to think of the pink elephant ....u think about it even more!

so i shared it with my mom who told me to just avoid such things and focus on the good things in life

But now somewhere i was so restless that it was affecting me .....without my even realizing it!

"princess? you wanna hear a story?" my  mother knows how much i love stories and i am always up for it..no matter what the time is!

so she began....

In ancient Greece, Socrates was reputed to hold knowledge in high esteem. One day an acquaintance met the great philosopher and said, "Do you know what I just heard about your friend?"

"Hold on a minute," Socrates replied. "Before you talk to me about my friend, it might be good idea to take a moment and filter what you’re going to say. That’s why I call it the triple filter test. The first filter is Truth. Have you made absolutely sure that what you are about to tell me is true?"

"Well, no," the man said, "actually I just heard about it and…"

"All right," said Socrates. "So you don’t really know if it’s true or not. Now, let’s try the second filter, the filter of Goodness. Is what you are about to tell me about my friend something good?"

"U mm, no, on the contrary…"

"So," Socrates continued, "you want to tell me something bad about my friend, but you’re not certain it’s true. You may still pass the test though, because there’s one filter left—the filter of Usefulness. Is what you want to tell me about my friend going to be useful to me?"

"No, not really.""Well," concluded Socrates, "if what you want to tell me is neither true, nor good, nor even useful, why tell it to me at all?"

"so tell me princess...the person who told you...was it good enough?"

"nope" i said smiling

" so the next time my little Socrates faces any problem, she would know how to handle it...right?"

"ABSOLUTELY RIGHT" and i gave a big bear hug to my mom

"well sometimes even a psychologist needs a mothers advice..." my mom winked

" well....not sometimes...ALWAYS! thanku maa" and i didn't know when the gentle stroking made me go into a deep lullaby of sleep .

So, now....when you all know this story..none of you are ever going to lose sleep over small issues!

KEEP SMILING ALWAYS

THE ENIGMA OF LIFE🌼

I eat lies when my heart is hungry
Stars are just an escape from the daily misery

I wish the rain to wash away all the pain
and in the end, experience is all I gained!

For long i have ignored the truths for temporary happiness
And today all i am left with is a helpless permanent laughter

The pang of afflictions
surprisingly is a pack of contradictions
the one who promised the world to you
closes the doors making you wonder
that all the time you lived....was it mere fiction?

I read this somewhere
"we all have stories...but some are just good narrators and others, good actors"
But why do we forget about the magical angels and evil life hackers?

Even today i am not afraid to save the wounded lion cubs
instead of running from them
but then why am i afraid to enter the "feelings den"?

Nothing belongs to me,you and us
even the air we breathe
is exhaled.

Human hearts are wired in such strange ways
some understand each others beats even in silence
while some never get a pulse in mayhem!

I fear living in regret
but regrets is all that has filled the pages of a book
that might never be a bestseller
but my soul is still not stopping to fight
from the dark pungent societal cellars.

I urge us all to face to our shadows
the battle that we all are fighting isn't with anyone else
its with our own unexplored self

Why dont we believe in those fairy-tales?
why are we forced not to live in our dreams?
why do we judge by appearances
forgetting that the rich might be under the ragged clothes!

We all run from negativity
not realizing that one cant see the stars without darkness!
🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼
So the next time in rain
lets try and wash away the pain
so that we can sprinkle glitters of happiness AGAIN!

BATMAN TO THE RESCUE

12 AM

A time for love birds to chat
A time for married couples to go out on a drive
A time for iit aspirants to open their books
and a time where i have a need to pee and to drink water at the same time and i contemplate for the next 20 minutes, what to do first?

So today's story is about a breakup [well,when did i ever wrote a love story?!]😋😂

so it was 12 am,
JENNA AND SID were chatting on whatsapp

J : hey babe, how was you day?
S: brilliant baby, it was so cool..i beat jay today in our final Xbox game...victory😏
J: umm....well...well thats interesting sid.
S: oh yeah..so how was your day?
J: okay, so it was very tiring..i feel so irked, you know sanya right?
S: oh the girl in the blue dress?
J: yes, so she is such an ass...literally bringing me down in font of the boss
S: aww poor sweetie...
J: WHAT? why is sanya the poor sweetie?
S: what?!! no no baby...she is a bitch..i was talking about you
J: you better be! so i was saying that she is making my life hell...god! such a wannabe!
S: leave it na jen, such bitches are ought to screw....by the way i was thinking ...
J:yeah?💗
S: i was thinking to say something...
J: yeah baby ...say it..i guess i am ready too💗
S; okay ..but first stop sending the hearts..its freaking me out!
J:😕
S: well...dont be mad baby..okay fine...send the heart!
J: sid?
S: yes jen?
J: do you love me?


THERE SHE GOES...THE SAME OLD LINE....DO YOU LOVE ME? MAN.....GIVE ME A BREAK..ITS A TRAP QUESTION..DONT FALL FOR IT!

S: obviously ..to the stars and back
J: you are lying..
S: how?
J: because its 12:30 am and its morning...stars dont exist in morning

AT THIS MOMENT I REALLY WANNA ASK " ARE YOU THIS DUMB BY BIRTH OR IS THIS A GENETIC DEFECT THAT MANIFESTED DURING YOUR 22 YEARS OF EXISTENCE ON PLANET EARTH!👀😠

SEE AND LEARN HOW I OUTSMART HER

S: baby...i hate to say u are wrong but i really love you to the stars...sun is the biggest star..haina? so see i love you...
J: awwww💗

HASSSH! THE HEART IS BACK😎

S: Baby i am inviting some friends over...you wanna come?
J: absolutely! what should i wear...umm how about something which makes me look pretty and sexy at the same time?..hey do you remember my pink skirt...should i wear it?
S: no..i really dont remember babe..
J: seriously? you remember sanyas blue dress not mine!

WELL I AM NOT A PERV...AND WHY WOULDN'T I REMEMBER HER DRESS..I PAID FOR IT! GOD DAMN GUYS! SANYA INVITED US TO HER PARTY SO..WE WENT SHOPPING FOR A GIFT AND BOUGHT THAT BLUE DRESS....

S: no baby..its just i hate her dressing sense...and all she wears is blue all the time..so boring ..but the sad part is you dont trust me😞
J: im so sorry baby..i really am...lets just forget it ...okay?
S: okay babe...so see you tomorrow at 5...look deaddrop gorgeous as you always do sugar!
J: 😍awwwwwwww sure baby


WELL DID YOU NOTICE I WANTED TO SAY SOMETHING TO HER AND THE TOPIC COMPLETELY DIGRESSED😡

THE NEXT DAY CONVERSATION AT 12 AM
S: hey baby? you there

after 20 mins

J: say?
S: what happened..you seem upset
J: NO
S: yes baby..tell me
J: ILY
S: ILY TOO BABY
J: YOU PROMISE?
S: yes...
J :  THANK GOD! i thought you would be so mean and everything will be awkward..good you feel the same way. Also When i was at your place today...before leaving i went into the lobby area to look for my bag
S: awkward?
J: YES...I JUST SAID I AM LEAVING YOU
S:WTF?
J: what? you just promised
S: you idiot..i promised that i love you
well now its awkward..i meant to say this to you yesterday night only but you were all interested in sanyas blue dress
J: i guess you are more interested in her dress

MAN SHE GOT ME HERE! FUCK

J: so...as i found my bag on the top of the Xbox  ..I PICKED IT UP AND ACCIDENTALLY BROKE YOUR ...
S: Broke what?
J: your Xbox
S: FUCCKKKK....JENNA! how could you? why did you have to be so mean?
\J: oh my god! you are not upset with the fact that i broke up with you but because i broke your Xbox...i was just testing you and u are such a mean insensitive badass...dont talk to me ever
S: WHATEVER.....SWEAR ON YOUR PRADA BAG THAT MY Xbox is fine!
J: yes
S :you thought i could be a decent man in an indecent time,well you were wrong. The world is cruel and the only morality in a cruel world is chance. unbiased,unprejudiced,fair. our relationship had the same chance as anyone else...50-50
J; are you using a batman line to break up with me?
S: well yes..would you like to stay friends?

*BLOCKED*

So, now before saying that YOU ARE IN LOVE CHECK YOUR Xbox....😟

BE THE FIRE

There is a fire in each one of us
a fire to succeed
a fire to lead
a fire to love
and to be loved

There is a passion 
waiting to be unleashed
a desire 
waiting for its turn to carve 
a beautiful future in its own niche

The broken wings
are now healed
its time to for the harvest of hard work
to be reaped

set your soul on fire
seek those who fan your flame
life is an interesting game
the mind is not a vessel to be filled 
but a fire to be kindled

bullying is smoke'but 
COURAGE IS FIRE
LET IT BURN!

YOUR SPARK IS ENOUGH TO SET THE WORLD ABLAZE!
BELIEVE IN YOURSELF

keep smiling :)

THE STRUGGLES OF LIVING IN A PUNJU FAMILY

Growing up in a Punjabi family is an experience of its own kind! We have our fair share of melodrama, emotions and food!! But we also grow up knowing that we have the most large hearted and loving families! Here are a few things you will totally relate to if you grew up in a Punjabi family!

1] You have at least one relative called Honey, Pinky, Tiny, Tony, Sunny, Bunny. Come on!

And they’re all in one way or another related to each other too. Mom’s side, dad’s side, doesn’t matter! 

2] You were always one of the chubbiest kids in class growing up! Aww *Pulls cheeks*

Arre, you are from a khaata peeta khaandaan. 

3] You absolutely love kadha parshaad!

It’s the actual reason you sat through that paath with your grand-mom. 

4] Waking up on sunday mornings as if a trained crashed inside your room ....

but realizing it was just the pressure cooker whistling with the yummy chole bhature you will get for brunch!

5] That guy whom you were sneekily looking at with coy smiles....

and your grandmother introduces him to you as your fathers sisters aunt's daughters son..WTF! damn you handsome!

6] And no meal EVER is complete without dessert.

Because even if you’re stuffed, dessert has a completely different compartment in your tummy! 

7] You know better than to think that any celebration can EVER be complete without a Patiala peg!

Or until someone decides to pass out. :-P 

Bollywood version of it isn't too far from reality. A punjabi household cannot and does not think beyond food. We live to eat. No exceptions. You also invariably find a Beiji (grandma) in whose eyes her puttar (son/grandson/generalisation for grandchildren) is perpetually malnourished and needs the entire society's monthly supply of food and sweets to look healthy. 

The drama doesn't end here, you do find aunties who gossip non stop about your family and end their casual banter with "chhado! Sanu ki?" (Leave it, how does it matter to us?) 

here and then, if you are a punjabi you will definitely relate to all these pointers and if not you will find another reason to laugh your TOOH off...

SOURCE : POPXO,LIVING WITH PUNJABIS

KEEP SMILING :)

FLY SOLO🐤

these eyes have seen so many tragedies
these ears have listened to so much bullshit
the skin has felt so much pain
the tongue has tasted its bitter enemies
the nose has smelt the fragrance of betrayal

yet this stupid crazy heart refutes to see the darkness
it still paints beautiful rainbows
riding unicorns and ignoring ones foes
keeping the charm intact despite all lows

people called her the storm
not the one whom you run from
but the one whom you chase
who is as difficult to solve as a maze

we all have stories to tell
and confessions to yell
some guilt which is as heavy as hell
with different DNA's we are born
but with same regret we are gone

the bird who dares to fall
is the one who learns to fly
dear brain, dont be afraid of being outnumbered
its the eagle who flies alone
being with no one is better than being with the wrong one
SOMETIMES THOSE WHO FLY SOLO HAVE THE STRONGEST WINGS.🍁

1ST JAN 2017 : THE FIRST STEP TO START AGAIN!

In a forest, a pregnant deer is about to give birth.
She finds a remote grass field near a strong-flowing river.
This seems a safe place.
Suddenly labor pains begin.
At the same moment, dark clouds gather around above & lightning starts a forest fire.
She looks to her left & sees a hunter with his bow extended pointing at her.
To her right, she spots a hungry lion approaching her.
What can the pregnant deer do?
She is in labor!
What will happen?
Will the deer survive?
Will she give birth to a fawn?
Will the fawn survive?
Or will everything be burnt by the forest fire?
Will she perish to the hunters’ arrow?
Will she die a horrible death at the hands of the hungry lion approaching her?
She is constrained by the fire on the one side & the flowing river on the other & boxed in by her natural predators.
What does she do?
She focuses on giving birth to a new life.
The sequence of events that follows are:
- Lightning strikes & blinds the hunter.
- He releases the arrow which zips past the deer & strikes the hungry lion.
- It starts to rain heavily, & the forest fire is slowly doused by the rain.
- The deer gives birth to a healthy fawn.
In our life too, there are moments of choice when we are confronted on αll sides with negative thoughts and possibilities.
Some thoughts are so powerful that they overcome us & overwhelm us.
Maybe we can learn from the deer.
The priority of the deer, in that given moment, was simply to give birth to a baby.
The rest was not in her hands & any action or reaction that changed her focus would have likely resulted in death or disaster.
Ask yourself,
Where is your focus?
Where is your faith and hope?
In the midst of any storm, do keep faith on the Creator always. He will never ever disappoint you. NEVER.
Remember, He neither slumbers nor sleeps…
One of the best I have read….
...Thoughts to Contemplate - Reflect - Discover - Explore - Inspire & Enrich Yourself.

SOURCE : a story i came across facebook using my dad's profile..kiran ahuja


THIS NEW YEAR....DONT BE THE SAME ...BE BETTER
KEEP SMILING AND KEEP GROWING PEACEFULLY🌼

"BABY ARE U JEALOUS?"

I have never been in love...but i guess the feeling might be quite similar to when you see your waiter arriving with your food ..or when u solve a maths equation and u see nothing matches the option ..in short either OVER HAPPILY EXCITED OR IMPENDING DOOM.....In both the cases the end case scenario is pre decided by the nature...ITS LIKE THE 4TH LAW OF PHYSICS...U ARE MEANT TO BE SCREWED IN THE END.

Hi ...i am ROY JAAN SAXENA...dont go by the name and dont even bother to track down the history behind my middle one ..u will definitely get lost 😅...so as u might have realized by now ...i am in a relationship or in the next 15 mins "WAS IN ONE" .In school, my name must have evoked a lot of sarcasm and horseshit but in college and work life..it has worked wonders for me...girls have never been so friendly since i last offered my aloo parantha in school..in high school..offering aloo parantha to a girl was like committing a crime....so yeah...JAAN is something i have to be really thankful to my forefathers for.😎

PHONE VIBRATES

"we're done jaan....its just not the way it was ...i cant be in love with a man who doesn't respect women or doesn't understand the needs of his girl....its just enough" i received a whats-app text from HONEY SUGAR PIE...in short SWEETU ...but she didn't let me allow to save the damn name on my cell...instead she asked me to come up with something original...CM ON ITS LIKE ASKING AN ENGINEERING GUY TO FIX YOUR FAN...so i came up with this ...and now after 2 years and 3 months 6 days 20 minutes and 36 secs later she is upset over the fact that I DONT UNDERSTAND HER NEEDS!! WHAT CRAP!😨

But sometimes i think its my overactive mind and my inability to think where to open my mouth....especially in front of my girl who according to her is "INTELLECTUALLY FASCINATED BY METAPHORS OF THE WORLD" 😑
fuck! who says this on the date??.....and that too in front of me who barely understands literature...forget bloody metaphors..
but whatever...its not entirely my fault .....its those magazines that sweetu used to give me to "WORK ON US" ....[no i wasn't building a bridge ...its just out of your understanding]...and it was those stupid guys who suggested to BE ENTIRELY HONEST ABOUT YOUR OPINIONS TO YOUR PARTNER

anyways...so what basically happened was that we went to this unnecessary Christmas sale at a mall which at its entrance had a huge snowman and fake snow flakes were showered only on couples ..Sweetu was so excited and happy ...I have never understood that why ..i mean why this filmy stuff makes girls happy..but then its okay...she is sweetu ..my girlfriend ...i think there is  no harm in pouting to her cheek for a photograph in front of 10 kids with their families waiting for their turn to click a selfie with the snowman  while its actually DISGRACEFUL when i actually hug her in front of those people genuinely...HUH...HYPOCRITE😏
So after crossing the entrance, we entered the main ground area where a lot of couple games were organized and sweetu pulled me to a damn dance thing where we had to dance with some other girl/boy...so OKAY TO BE HONEST I WAS HAPPY ..I MEAN SHE WAS AN UNDERSTANDING GIRL..SHE TRUSTED ME....
as i turned to that other girl, who, let me admit was HOT...she texted me "BE CAREFUL"
ahaaaa.....
i texted back "baby, are u jealous?"
"no"
"baby are u jealous?"
"no"
"baby are u jealous?"
"what is your problem...i said no"
"baby give me a flying kiss"
"GO AND TAKE IT FROM UR NEW DANCE PARTNER"
"but baby u said u are not jealous"😮


she left her dance partner and walked away..and i started running after her..and apologizing teasingly...after 20 MUAAHS and 3 dresses she was mine again.😋

but then my another innocent act was criminalized under HONEY SUGAR PIE PENAL CODE 401  where being a gentleman means being a pervert..so we were just exiting the mall where the same girl came before me...and i out of civility said " LADIES FIRST"
my girlfriend gave me the smirkiest look possible and as soon as that hot girl was out of sight, the tigress pounced on me with rage
"How dare u jaan?"
"what baby...?"
"i know why u said ladies first....dont act smart han"
"baby....are u jealous"
"i am sure even in your weirdest fantasies u would have never imagined to be killed by heels?"
"baby...why the puzzles..what made u so mad?"
"MAD! OFCOURSE...NOW I AM MAD...THAT LADIES FIRST WAS 'OH-ALL-SO-CHIVALRY' NA"
"can u tell me please....what did i do wrong??"
"ladies first was just a way for u to stare at her ass...wasnt it?"

"TELL ME YOU ARE KIDDING....." I ALMOST SHRIEKED
guys trust me ...given an option to fall in love and fall off a bridge ..choose the latter one ...please....it wont throw stupid logics at u .

"Jaan i am walking away now...and dare u follow me....its just a disaster....its just...stay away...its disgusting ...you have such a dirty mind" and she stormed away
DIRTY MIND??
HELLO??
KNOCK KNOCK? ANY COMMON SENSE LEFT and by the way if u really wanna know about my imagination ITS NOT DIRTY ...ITS SEXY...AND OUT OF YOUR COVERAGE AREA!😤



and now this message and "sorry we cant talk anymore....." AND
1
2
3
WAIT FOR IT
"BLOCKED"


SWAHAAAA!🙏

this new year i have resolved that i am gonna find a girl who
1 loves aloo parantha
2 says "gentlemen first"
3 whose father chacha mama foofa is in some bank....oh cmon ...my soccer league is way too imp to stand in lines....hail modi😀😀




KEEP SMILING GUYS AND DONT FORGET TO ASK YOUR PARTNER
"BABY ARE U JEALOUS?"😎

BREAK AWAY FROM YOUR SHACKLES OF DOUBT

A week ago one of my old friends called up and said nothing for 20 minutes...being a psychology student,one instinctively gets to know that something is wrong [just kidding,the friend is from my childhood days so i can easily grasp what's troubling her]

"nishtha, i don't think i am going to appear for my exams" she finally broke her silence [yeah...even i did not say a word for those minutes]

"okay, we wont give the exams...alright?" i said [ of course had i started by asking why? how? she would have definitely shut down for other 20 mins]

"yeah...and you know why!"[YESSSS!! I KNEW IT...THANKS PSYCHOLOGY :)]

"Nope...would you care to share?" i pushed

"umm..you know right ....i always had some family issues ...umm...so...this time something has happened that i just can't afford to concentrate on studies....my engineering entrances are top on my head and i haven't even read a single lesson...plus with issues with dad and all...I JUST CANT ... I NEED U MAN....I CANT STUDY....." she started sobbing bitterly

"hey, its okay....its okay...relax..."

"i can't nishtha,i just can't..." she choked

"okay we wont....lets not think too much about it...shall we?"

"yeah..i guess that would distract me...we can do that..i am sorry i called you up after a whole long year only just to burden you with my problem..u know what...just forget it"

"forgotten madam....all forgotten ...so how were your vacations in the US?" i tried distracting her

"yeah...they were amazing...my balcony faced the Brooklyn bridge...it was so serene..my all time favorite place" finally she was smiling!! thank god

"yeah? do you know how was it build?" i asked coyly

"umm...chashmish yaar, cmon..u know i hate history..thats why neena maam hated me and kept me outside the class" [SHE IS COMING BACK..COMING BACK..YOHOO...THE GIRL I KNEW IS COMING BACK]

"she kept you out because you ate your lunch with ur head bent down under the desk during the class"  and we both giggled

"yeah...as if tujhe bada pata hai...okay u tell how my favourite bridge was built" she pestered

"okay so I read this story written by Stephen on a blog page of determination and persistence.This is a real life story of engineer John Roebling building the Brooklyn Bridge in New York, USA back in 1870. The bridge was completed in 1883, after 13 years.

In 1883, a creative engineer named John Roebling was inspired by an idea to build a spectacular bridge connecting New York with the Long Island. However bridge building experts throughout the world thought that this was an impossible feat and told Roebling to forget the idea. It just could not be done. It was not practical. It had never been done before.

Roebling could not ignore the vision he had in his mind of this bridge. He thought about it all the time and he knew deep in his heart that it could be done. He just had to share the dream with someone else. After much discussion and persuasion he managed to convince his son Washington, an up and coming engineer, that the bridge in fact could be built.

Working together for the first time, the father and son developed concepts of how it could be accomplished and how the obstacles could be overcome. With great excitement and inspiration, and the headiness of a wild challenge before them, they hired their crew and began to build their dream bridge.

The project started well, but when it was only a few months underway a tragic accident on the site took the life of John Roebling. Washington was also injured and left with a certain amount of brain damage, which resulted in him not being able to talk or walk.

“We told them so.” “Crazy men and their crazy dreams.” “It’s foolish to chase wild visions.”

Everyone had a negative comment to make and felt that the project should be scrapped since the Roeblings were the only ones who knew how the bridge could be built.

In spite of his handicap Washington was never discouraged and still had a burning desire to complete the bridge and his mind was still as sharp as ever. He tried to inspire and pass on his enthusiasm to some of his friends, but they were too daunted by the task.

As he lay on his bed in his hospital room, with the sunlight streaming through the windows, a gentle breeze blew the flimsy white curtains apart and he was able to see the sky and the tops of the trees outside for just a moment.

It seemed that there was a message for him not to give up. Suddenly an idea hit him. All he could do was move one finger and he decided to make the best use of it. By moving this, he slowly developed a code of communication with his wife.

He touched his wife’s arm with that finger, indicating to her that he wanted her to call the engineers again. Then he used the same method of tapping her arm to tell the engineers what to do. It seemed foolish but the project was under way again.

For 13 years Washington tapped out his instructions with his finger on his wife’s arm, until the bridge was finally completed. Today the spectacular Brooklyn Bridge stands in all its glory as a tribute to the triumph of one man’s indomitable spirit and his determination not to be defeated by circumstances. It is also a tribute to the engineers and their team work, and to their faith in a man who was considered mad by half the world. It stands too as a tangible monument to the love and devotion of his wife who for 13 long years patiently decoded the messages of her husband and told the engineers what to do.

Perhaps this is one of the best examples of a never-say-die attitude that overcomes a terrible physical handicap and achieves an impossible goal.

Often when we face obstacles in our day-to-day life, our hurdles seem very small in comparison to what many others have to face. The Brooklyn Bridge shows us that dreams that seem impossible can be realized with determination and persistence, no matter what the odds are."

there was a moment of silence....

"chashmish?....." she said

"yup?...." 

"i want to give the exams!....i think i can" she spoke really slowly

"you sure? pkka na? i mean if you don't want to...its okay...." but she kicked in between and said 

"i have never been so sure...kya hojaega? at the most i wont make it to the IIT...its okay ill try again...but right now because of some people in my family i cant give up...right?"

AND ALL I COULD REPLY WAS A SMILE ...WHICH SHE RECEIVED OVER THE PHONE :)

Sometimes all you need is A PUSH, A COURAGE TO BREAK THE SHACKLES OF YOUR OWN DOUBTS AND LIBERATE! [THATS WHAT SHIVANTIKA MAAM SAID IN CLASS] :)

HOPE WE ALL LEARN TO DO IT SOMEDAY

TILL THEN KEEP SMILING :)

LETS SPREAD SOME POSITIVE SHIT! :)

He woke up with tears in her eyes

She woke up with some regrets

They woke up with pain in their hearts...

looking back..wishing they could once again just start

life's a game of darts

one missed shot and u are lost!

and then u pay the cost....

but what if i say ...that u get to go back and make the amends

will u still follow the old norms and chase those silly trends?

will u still let anyone trample over ur dreams and not let that pain end?

will u still let ur love stay in ur heart and just wait for a miracle and say "it depends!"?

will u still be trapped in the shackles of ur aimless existence and find ways to justify your resistance?

will u still not fight for your girl who got your heart swirled just because she belongs to someone else?

will u still wait for him to go on that one knee and assume that everything will end well?

will u still not make an explosion since u just are worried to blow that one match off?

will u still not stand up for yourself and keep the tag of becoming somebody's laughing stock?

will u still be debating on whether men are from mars and women from venus?

will u still every morning wake up with that hopelessness of not bringing that magic back..of being the unsung hero of your own life?

WILL U STILL NOT WRITE POETRY IN A WORLD WHO IS CONSTANTLY TRYING U TO LIMIT URSELF TO ALPHABETS?

WILL U STILL WASTE TIME ON THESE QUESTIONS?

Hi guys,

do u feel trapped?

or stressed?

family issues?

exam tension?

wanna escape and run away free into the wild...[or assuming that u r like me...so sneak up in the blanket in ur pyjamas eating cheese burst pizza?]

THATS ABSOLUTELY FINE. your feelings are all the different and yet so same!

I'm just here to tell u that u are not here to fit into a world of dos and dont's ...u are here to make a world of your own.we are not always in a position that we want to be at, we make mistakes,make simple things complex,misunderstand people who mean the world to us,get bogged down by failures and giving up on that dream that we had when we were dressed as a supermans and barbies trying to chase butterflies...u know sometimes its good to be scared..it means u still have something that u are afraid to lose . its really important for us to actually stop running for 5 seconds, go and hug the person we love and let them know it..because u never know that will u return back from the marathon?! but lets assume if u don't,trust me those 5 seconds of making that someone special feel the way u wanted,will be cherished even beyond infinity.CAUSE U NEVER THINK THAT THE LAST TIME IS THE ACTUAL LAST TIME.

 ITS NOT IMPORTANT TO BE TOUGH EVERYDAY,SOMETIMES ITS IMP THAT U HAVE THAT SHATTERING BREAKDOWN TO HAVE AN UNDENIABLE BREAKTHROUGH!

there is a beautiful quote from a medical series i watch "not everybody has to be happy every time..it's not mental health or some para psychology...ITS CRAP"

it's completely alright to let your hair down for a while, sob like crazy, scream bullshit,be scared because when u do that ...u come out as a strong one...a hobnailed individual! these things and obstacles are purposefully made painful so that when u hunt for that final goal,that phenomenal feeling of being brilliant can be enjoyed...

WE LIVE IN A BEAUTIFUL ILLUSION CALLED "FOREVER", nonetheless how beautiful it is, an illusion is never real..so why not create something that's real...if u wanna fly...make ur wings

u wanna dance...be the music

u wanna tell her/him that u are an absolute mess....but u still chose him/her to be a part of it....do it

its not always perfect..u will face rejection but someday u might be the priority...EMBRACE UNCERTAINITY..SOMETIMES THE MOST BEAUTIFUL CHAPTERS OF OUR LIVES DONT HAVE A TITLE TILL THE END...SO WAIT ..DONT LET THE HOPE RUN AWAY!

Our pretty little world is full of morons...one will tell u that u are way too loud...and the other will tell u that u are way too polite

another will tell u that ur dreams are sooo big...and the other is just gonna shove it up like a piece of paper...but my dear dear friends..u know what u have to do!?

its one simple thing SCREW IT!

if life swings hard..u gotta push and swing harder..u have to fight ur own battle

FIGHT FOR THE FAIRY TALE? YES, IT DOES EXIST

if u want something, don't give up too soon...sometimes the same destinations have different routes

be so intensely crazy for your dream,your love,your passion,the respect, that it consumes every aspect of your core

seems too big? big words? right? hahaha...it seems all so difficult but nothing great has ever come easy? has it?

ITS ALWAYS BETTER TO FIND THE COURAGE TO FIGHT THAN THE STRENGTH TO RUN

BE DIFFERENT...BE PURE...BE A BEAUTIFUL SOUL

SPARKLE THAT KINDNESS...THAT STREAK OF GOODNESS IN U

SO NOW STOP WORRYING...

KEEP DREAMING...KEEP SMILING 

BREATHE.

I WAS THE BEST PUTTAR UNTIL I BROUGHT HER HOME

HI....I AM ROHAN SINGH AHLUWALIA. and before you say or think about me...wait...I AM A PUNJABI. 

I am a software developer and before u start thinking highly of me or feel that I can create a code that even professional hackers from "24" series can't crack...please stop running your minds. I make 40,000 a month and will start making 60k by the end of the year.....oh? what's so special about the end of the year?
I am bringing Shriya home.
Shriya?
a girl who I am apparently in love with...who has a perfect figure,big dark brown eyes,sleek waist length hair...absolutely straight,has amazing skin complexion [good for her else Punjabis are the biggest racists on the earth],takes care of me,my friends,my flat which we are currently living in,my friends go gaga over her red lips and okay i think that's enough for the description....I should probably stop. so basically one can make out she's a decent girl ...good enough to be someone's wife....and the someone over here is me.
no no i am not complaining not at all....its just that ....one she is a Gujarati and second ...is i don't know whether i actually love her or am just habituated by her presence ....you see, we guys are just like that ...as soon as we see a pretty girl [who in fact is every second girl we look at], the kameena heart starts racing and makes the stupid brain produce certain neurotransmitters that make us believe that we are truly deeply and madly in love....UNTIL.....YOU HAVE TO BRING HER HOME.
Not that i am scared or something,it's just that i am not too sure plus Shriya doesn't know how to make a round roti....so basically my mother is going to kill her for that!
so the other day i was having a conversation with her....not exactly a conversation...u can call it a prep talk if u want.
"rohuuu...baby"
FUCK! okay so people beware whenever shriya calls me rohuu,danger is around the corner..last time she called me that i almost landed up at her friends house half drunk just to prove that i am loyal to her...FREAKY PIECE OF SHIT MAN!
"hmm....?" i became cautious
"i was thinking once we get married no...we will help ur dad leave his habit of abusing people on the phone...it was only yesterday i was skyping with your sister simran and i heard your dad swearing a person on the phone....not good no!"
WAIT A SEC...WAIT A FUCKING SECOND....DID SHE JUST SAY SHE SKYPED SIMRAN?
are we talking about reality? SHE IS A BLOODY INVADER...WHO IS SHE TO TELL MY DAD NOT TO ABUSE? not as if i like it but now its a matter of self respect...
"shriyuuu..baby...[GUYS RULE NUMBER 1 WHENEVER U WANNA MAKE UR GIRL FEEL CLOSE AND SPECIAL JUST THROW FILLERS RANDOMLY ....for instance "sweetheart...why dont u try making something special for us today" MARK MY WORDS MY FRIEND...THESE ARE MAGIC VIGNETTES...IT CAN MELT A GIRL ANY BLOODY TIME!]
"SO ...shriyuu, my baby...listen he is a punjabi ...right? and its our birthright to abuse..its just like expressing your love! "
"but my family wont like it no!" she exclaimed
i had to do something! i knew very well that were on the verge of "THE UNNECESSARY RANDOM FIGHT PHENOMENON"
"I understand it...but u cant argue with elders right...you only taught me that..right baby?". shriya stopped drinking her green tea and started thinking [GOD....WHY DO GIRLS THINK WAY TOO MUCH..DONT THEY HAVE OTHER IMP STUFF?... LIKE PLAY FIFA...OR SLEEP FOR GODS SAKE!]
"yeah ...i guess its okay..ill tell my family beforehand" [FINALLY SHE MADE SOME SENSE..THANK GOD!]
Being a sunday morning i was hungry so i requested shriya to make some food.
"what will u eat rohan?" she asked casually while tying her hair up in a bun.
"ummm....aloo parantha?" i replied
"aloo parantha...are u serious?"..."again?"
"haan...so?....."
"we ate that 2 days ago rohan...cmon yar...lets eat something healthy..."
"darling....listen carefully...
Breakfast means Paranthas. And if the temperature outside is soaring, there’s Lassi too.
Once married into a Punjabi family, forget about dieting. Firstly, they don’t like thin and lean people, and, secondly, they won’t let you go on a diet come what may.Don’t worry about variety. There’s aloo, gobhi, muli, daal, even egg ka parantha, which will always be served with a large dollop of butter and a glass of Lassi.SHE SCOWLED AT ME......."baby....how..about some salad...." i covered up my ass which was about to burn from that stare."u will never improve rohan..."she gave me a flirty smile
suddenly the bell rang. shriya opened the door. it was aryan,my buddy."hey gorgeous" he went on hugging her and looking at me winked eye and all i was showing him was my middle finger"come on in aryan..was making some breakfast..wanna join for coffee?""not at all...salaa bas tujhpe line maarne aya hai" i was growling at him"shutup baby...."she went in the kitchen"saale itna darta kyu hai?...mai to bas mazze le raha tha yr"

"shut the fuck up....why the hell are yu here?" i switched on my fifa and put it on 2 player mode"bhai...ek bandi hai...kuch" he began"no no  bro....u come here...drink the shitty coffee play fifa entertain us with ur lame jokes""dont be a moron yar rohan....i am not that lame in jokes...""yeah...not in jokes but in relationships and after that u get lost" i corrected myself
" acha guys listen..some one is gonna come here in next 5 mins...and rohan tu saala bhai hai mera and shriya my bhabhi""wo waise bhi teri bhabhi hi hai kutte" i was on full sarcasm mode."who is coming aryan?" shriya sked"my girlfriends father!""WHAT"! we both were startled and before we could ask anything else the bell rang...aryan like a prospective groom  got the father in,touched his feet and introduced him to us. and we? WE WERE JUST GOING WITH THE FLOW. 
so after some initial conversation awkwardness mr dixit, the father , asked aryan "beta kya karrhe ho ajkal?""sir ajkal bas babu hun" shriya was SHOCKED..UTTERLY BUT I KNEW IT..THIS WASNT HAPPENING FOR THE FIRST TIME."OH arre waah beta konse bank ke babu ho?" the father seemed interested"sir waise to sind bank ka lein apki pinki ka bhi babu hun"FUCK....OH THIS ISNT ME...THIS WAS SHRIYAS EXPRESSION....WHICH WAS DRIVING ME NUTS...I JUST COULDNT CONTROL MY LAUGHTER...AND  FEW MOMENTS LATER IF YOU COULD....YOU WOULD HAVE SEEN ARYAN CRYING IN PAIN AS HIS EYES WERE ALL SWOLLEN....HOW?OH CMON ...DO I NEED TO TELL YU THAT?
AN hour later aryans pinki called up and in a fit of rage said "how dare u speak to my father like that u bastard""pinki..u only said...just say the truth and thats what i did yar""u fool.....n why didnt u ever tell me ki tum alcohol peete ho?""hey now cmon....u also didnt tell me ki tumhara baap khoon choosta hai...did i say anything?"fuck you" AND THERE WENT AWAY HIS 16TH GIRLFRIEND........
Suddenly shriya shreiked with happiness and came running out where i was apparently nursing aryan with ice."baby...what happenned?" i asked"baby...rohu.....ur family wants to meet me!""WHAT THE..........".......[TO BE CONTINUED]