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]

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:)

hope u liked it, please read and share the link

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]

THE ART OF PEEING

difference between the peeing phenomena of men and women


so i was really bored , i hated going to malls ,i was  staring outside the delhi winters which slowly started to engulf its air...i practically love winters , the calmness , the cool air, no worry of putting on weight as you are already under layers of sweaters and everyone end up looking as fat as mr santa ...
okay so my cousins took me to the mall for trying out some new stores in which i had zero interest. so as they were choosing and debating over various chanel watches which looked exactly the same to me ,  one of my sisters exclaimed her urgency to pee which somehow had not surmounted until she bought her watch,  so she called sneha, her gossipy buddy as she knew coming to me would get her one straight answer"NO I AM NOT GOING..go to the washroom alone...no ghost will come and eat you up"
so she and sneha went to the ladies room.

THIS WAS THE MOMENT WHEN I REALIZED HOW DIFFERENT WERE THE ART FORMS OF PEEING WERE FOR BOTH GUYS AND GALS.


lets get to the girls first

so if a girl wants to pee, u willalways find them in pair..oh no no dont get me wrong, pair as in the girl who needs to pee will always take a personal friend with whom she can entrust her belongings which includes a handbag, a pink handkerchief, a lipgloss, some hand sanitizer and okay fine a bag full of cosmetics which are COMPLETELY ESSENTIAL { bullshit....who needs a lipgloss if they want to pee?}
so before entering the restroom , a full inspection is done
following criterias are necessary for a washroom to be PEE PERFECT {BEFORE PEEING}
1 odorless....it should smell of lilacs and jasmines ....if not dear washroom , u wont be reccommended to the aunty standing outside waiting for her turn
2 enough tissue stock.....its my personal observation that on an average a girl uses 5 times more tissues at a posche washroom than a normal sulabh shouchalaya type
3 the commode should be spotless white
4 it should have a mirror ....{ TRUST ME ITS THE MOST ESSENTIAL CRITERIA, if a restroom fails to fulfill it, dear mall manager, u r in grave trouble }
5 the personal friend should approve of the pee area seat before the girl who is in immediate need to pee enters it

{DURING PEEING}
so once the battleground is ready, the girl who needs to pee holds her breath to ensure that no one else is in the restroom besides her personal friend so that no noise of farting can go out
[ what...cmon dont be shy...farting is a natural phenomenon...and such an interesting one that a movie like piku is made on it ]
the tissues are used to clean the commode so as to ensure complete hygiene
then finally thanks to fb and whatsapp the personal friend is ordered just to switch off the lights and look for a hole which might be a cctv camera
after all these complex tasks are performed , the pee is let out

{ AFTER PEEING}
the girl comes out , washes the hand , washes it again, looks herself in the mirror and sighs out to her friend " god, how horrible my hair looks"
"omg , my gloss is no more"
"damn it, the pleats of my skirt has been ruined"
washes the hand yet again, pours some sanitizer and finally after she feels satisfied, the MARCH OF TRIUMPH is made with both the girls giggling at the pee neighbour whose hair were looking so ugly but they just couldnt say it in her presence as she was utmost proud of the red hair color for which 10000 were spent at the saloon
they return to the group, order the food, use the sanitizer again and then begin eating






wufff.....such complicated process

lets get to the boys

the criterias which need to be fulfilled
NO CRITERIA...JUST OPEN SPACE....KABHI BHI KAHIN BHI


BEFORE PEEING
if in a group, the boy excuses himself if no one else wants to go to pee and says he would come back in 5 mins as he has to go and make an imp call, but if a guy wants to accompany then a famous dialouge " chal bhai halke hoke ate hain"

DURING PEEING
so if the guy is alone he starts singing slowly , usually an old hindi song say"aja aja mai hun pyaar tera...wala wala iqrar tera hoo...oh aja han han aja han han aja " such ironic i must say

AFTER PEEING
the guys have a creepy obsession with their hair, so once out of the restroom, they look into the mirror and reshape their hair a 1000 times with water and each time end up looking as they have recieved an electric shock....and pretend as they look no less than tom cruise. ha!

the process of guys though is simple but irritating enough...

let me use this post to promote SWACH BHARAT ABHIYAN....guys agreed u cant hold ur bladder but that doesnt mean u go out peeing on roads,highways and gardens....just one piece of advice GROW UP...USE A WASHROOM
and girls......so sorry no advice....cant afford to win an arguement with u ...u want to carry a lipgloss, a deodrant, a sanitizer, a comb.....CARRY IT
after all " girls would be girls"

keep ur environment clean
         ur home cleaner
and ur heart the cleanest

ofcourse, KEEP SMILING:)

BE SHAANDAR ;)

There are certain dreams that are beyond the reach

But do not let this custom breach the trust in yourself

For you have the superpowers to achieve every insurmountable obstacle

Yes there are gonna be setbacks

Yes there are gonna be failures

People say it takes a lot of strength to let go of the things you love the most

But I say use that strength to show these people how u can conquer the passion that has been driving you crazy

The goals which push you to risk your security

Those experiences will offer you  maturity

I know its tough to attain

But honey, lets face it , its even tougher to maintain

So go ….go ahead and dream on …..

Don’t let the world say that the battle in your head cant ever be won

Always go that extra mile

For its never crowded at the top

Keep shining

Keep smilingJ

THE UNAPPOLOGETIC STALKER

it was a usual normal day for me {for a change...hehehee}...but destiny doesn't like me leading a NORMAL life...so therefore for its sole entertainment purposes , it presents me with a variety of twists and turns.
so, my so called normal day began with me getting up at 6, freshening up and going to the lovely garden outside my home to get some fresh air. as I started walking in the peaceful jogging comlex with my headphones on listening back to back hits of selena gomez....{mannn...shes so amazing!}
while walking...specifically in my colonys garden wasn't an easy task...u had to greet EVERY DAMN PERSON u meet...thankfully...only its just a bunch of old fellows..the uncles and aunties who leave no stone unturned t remind me thet how as a baby I used to wet my pants in their lap or scream with joy while looking at a baby pup...{no matter I still do that..OH NO ..NO NO NO not wetting the pants thing but chasing small puppies, cats and squirrels in my park..trust me they are adorable creatures with sparkling eyes , wagging tails and waiting for me to feed them bread and milk..while my mum shouts in the background" COME BACK RIGHT NOW, I GAVE THAT MILK TO U NOT TO THAT STUPID DOG..." and when I don't listen ..the typical Punjabi mom takes the loud Punjabi avtar and screams" TU AIDHAR AA...MERI GAL NU MAAN LE NI TEH EK CHIDHAD PADEGA SAARA DHOODH NIKAL JANNA HAI...AITHE.....ABHI!"

AND when mum speaks Punjabi it means its high time before I get a slipper thrown at me....please don't get my mum wrong...shes the sweetest person ull ever come across in ur life but the point is she doesn't like dogs that much and from "THAT MUCH " I MEAN....very very much...
whenever me and my sister plead for a pet she just has one response " EITHER ME OR PET"

{ PS ab we cant choose pet even if we want so we reluctantly say no mum...how could u say that and the conversation is ended there and then}

okay so I again deviated from the topic .......now I was listening to my music and oblivious of any thing around me I kept on wiggling my neck and shake my hands...{ come on who wont dance to CHITTIYAN KALIYAN}....so unconsciously I was dancing in my head ....
out of nowhere I felt I was being followed....that creepy feeling suddenly crept into me...its like I immediately sensed something wrong but obviously I was so fear stricken to look around back to see who was following me...I lowered the volume a bit and kept on walking....I heard those giant footsteps with heavy breath was continuing to be behind my back....but I was really scared to do anything...
I decided to walk a little faster but I realized that gradually those footsteps were now nearing quite quick
it was really a harrowing experience for me...such a thing had never happened before..though all those defense training tips were coming into my mind but I really had no courage and go up to him and use it...it was a feeling that it was my last day on earth and there was no way I could escape it....even chanting the hanuman chalisa didn't help much

after 5 mins I saw that the stalker was gone..like vanished...disappeared into nowhere
I breathe out a sigh of relief....
"thanku hanumanji..u saved me....thankyu thanku thanku itta saara" I thanked him 1000 times...



AND THEN...I SAW EVERYONE IN THE PARK FREEZE...I CUDNT HEAR THE COMMOTION THAT WAS GOING ON AS MUSIC WAS BLARING INTO MY EARS...

I TURNED AROUND AND A SAW MY NEIGHBOURHOOD UNCLE WAVING TOWARDS ME ASKING ME TO FREEZE....I took out my headphones .asking" what happened uncleji"
he screamed " beta Dario mat...bas mudio naa..hum abbhi ate hain ..just freeze ok?..he will do no harm" AND THATS WHATS CALLED HUMAN TENDENCY..I DID EXACTLY THAT WAS DENIED TO ME AND INSTRUCTED TO ME TO NOT DO....I TURNED AROUND AND

















"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH   MUMMMYYYYYY PAPPPAAAAAA...MUMMMYYYY"i was screaming at the top of my lungs


IT WAS THE STALKER...HIS EYES WERE BLOODY RED...AND HE HELD A TWIG IN FRONT OF ME....HIS HAIRY SKIN MADE HIM LOOK NO LESS THAN A MONSTER...






 an hour later I was lying on my bed with my parents and neighbours surrounding me..it felt surreal..i thought I was going to heaven...BLOODY HELL!!
 they covered me as they do in old hindi movies, I slowly got up , opened my eyes and apparently I had fainted out of shock...I pinched myself to confirm that I was still alive and the stalker didn't kill me...
" beta ji...apko kaha tha na darne ko...ap to chillane hi lage" the uncle said perplexed
" but uncle...the stalker..the stalker..." I choked  and started coughing....mum bought me some water
" beta ji, wo bechare stalker ko tumne hi dara dia"
" did I?"
" yes u did...by the way the mcd has now taken him into custody...hes locked in a cage"
" WHAT? CAGE?
"han betaji, ek BANDAR KO AUR KAHAN BAND KARENGE?"





and I put my face into my hands and giggled shyly out of the embarrassment...AFTER ALL..IT WAS A LITTLE MONKEY and we all began laughing at my stupidity


THANKU DESTINY FOR SCREWING ME UP
:P
ENJOY LIFE....STAY STRONG
KEEP SMILIMG:)

THE ACCIDENTAL DATE PART 2

heyaaa....
excited for the part 2?! ME TOO!!

lets bring it on!

so now we will be introducing two new characters

BHAVNA, 19
the little miss practical who is against having emotions
is on a Gandhi-british fight with her grandparents

ALEX THE LION,22
son of albert Einstein as previously told
is in india for an internship at some space institute...[ can someone ask him to please take me for a ride in the rocker...PLEASSSEEE!!]

13 SEPT
9 AM
AFTER THE 1ST LECTURE


" I don't believe this...dara blocked me...hes such a bastard!" riya was crying
[god its so hard to see someone cry...where on one hand riya was crying , I on the other hand was thinking how many more litres was she planning to shed as the tissues were now vanishing with every passing second....I thought it would be better not to open my mouth else these guys will definitely kick me off]

"but what happened?" bhavna and vibu asked
"hona kya tha....gadhe ka bachaa itti highfi English sun k darr gya hoga " shivi said
"but why the hell he blocked u?" sexy enquired
" I don't know guys...I called him up...but he aint even picking my call...now what...my lbd...my shoes..my makeup, all has gone waste....I will never get somebody in my life..i am so ugly..." she began wailing more loudly

[UGLY?? seriously riya...have u almost forgotten about the guy who chased u around for 2 months after the blind date u had with him? or 155 likes on ur pic...out of which 154 are guys!!.....UFF THESE GIRLS I TELL U!]

suddenly her phone beeps

its DARAA"  riya screamed
"WHAT! PICK UP" all of us said
"noo...I am not going to ...its my turn to show the ego"
" are u kidding me riya...2 secs ago..hes so cute..i miss him and now return of the kuttiya,the bitch!" snapped bhavna
"ok fine" riya admitted


" hello"
" hi riya"
" hi"
"hw are u?" he asked  [ god even the boys are so dumb...dude what do u expect..the ladys been crying ganga jamuna for u and u have the audacity to ask how she is...please don't tell me u expect her to say..i am so happy..jumping from the Eiffel tower wanna come?]
" fine....so what happened?" she enquired
" look riya..don't get me wrong ... I DIDNT BLOCK U.. it was an accident..actually my brother cme home late drunk last night..and in the heat of the moment he blocked all my friends" he tried explaining [ ok so now hes got a family of drug addicts which riya was gushing over and had plans of marrying into the dara family]
" oh....are u speaking the truth?" she softly asked
" yes and as far as our date was concerned I am sorry I cant carry it forward too..please don't get me in other way..its just that we don't know each other and frankly I was really intimidated by u"
" okay" she was now replying in monosyllables  [ guys one piece of advice..when the girl starts responding in one word...it clearly means WARNING....ABOUT TO BLAST ANYTIME SOON IF U DONT USE UR BLOODY BRAIN]
" I hope we are cool now?" he asked
" yeah yeah"
" cool then..lets just stick being friends."
"bye"
"bye"



2 mins silence





arghhhhhhhhhhhhh.....aeinnnnnnn....soon the whole college was hearing different types of cries
riya was banging the table and kept cursing the boy
me and tina were sitting across the table but had to rush over her else she was about to flood the whole classroom
" I thought love was in the air" riya squealed
" what love? only nitrogen oxygen and carbon dioxide is in the air" tina said
" oh u forgot the micro-pollutants and water vapour " I quipped in
" THROW THEM OUT OF THE CLASS" riya shouted
" guys whats wrong with u...how can u be so heartless ...look at riya she needs us" bhavna said
" NO SHE NEEDS BRAIN WHICH IS SERIOUSLY NOT WORKING" adu and tina cried
"But guys last night he sent me a beautiful song...jeene laga hun pehle se zyada" riya told us
" kyun be ...pehle zombie tha kya ?" shivi smirked
I began laughing uncontrollably.....sexys stare asked me to get out of the room, finish the laughing stock and then enter
" but I felt ki that song was made for us" riya wailed
" right and chaar bottle vodka was made for me" shivu winked
" abbe stop crying like a girl....pagal ye soch bala tali...use to extrovert ka meaning bhi nhi pta tha ...kitna dumb tha" vibu said
" riya ENOUGH....if u r done crying and finishing almost 2 damn tissue boxes and 1 large chocolate icecram which u didn't bother sharing...then listen to me....its not ur life, stand up, move forward, achieve everything u want, don't run after people for god sake" I finally made a speech

everyone was staring at me as if  a bhooo ghost [ a type of ghost which is created by me and adu]
had entered my body and given me exactly the right words to speak


" yeah...maybe" riya faintly smiled
" that doesn't mean ki we have forgiven u of eating 180rs large bucket of icecream all alone" adu giggled


AND WE ALL BEGIN TO LAUGH.....







2 weeks later
"GODDAMN U GUYS...RIYA AND ADU ARE WAITING FOR US AT THE STATION ...MOVE FASTER" I SAID not realizing ki we 5 were stuck in an auto....they had been waiting for 60 mins and surprisingly none of them pestered to call...I was getting worried as riya always called even if we were 15 secs late
" bhaiya zara jaldi chaliya na" vibu and I pleaded
" madam auto hai...rocket nhi h" he reprimanded
" buffalo ki aankh" shivi screamed

so after 20 minutes we reach the station and and we found no trace of riya ad adu
I was seriously freaking out....they were alwys the first ones coming running to us and abusing whenever we were late ...but now I couldn't see them
" lets see in café coffee day...maybe wahan hon" bhavna suggested
" abbe inn kuton k pas paise honge nhi...ccd m jhak marne gye honge kya? impossible"
" THERE THEY ARE!" vibu and tina screamed
" ye GADHE ccd m kya karrhe hain...paise kahan se aye inke paas...?" sexy commented

so there riya an adu were sitting with a firang guy....WHAT! FIRANG? I rubbed my eyes twice
riya was wearing her lbd and peep toes and sipping on cold coffee

" f***....ab isne kisko pataliya?" shivu cursed
shivu took my hand and we entered inside ccd while the rest waited outside
" welcome to ccd...what wud u like to have?"
" chutiyapa se mukti....dila skta hai?" shivu was screaming

riya still hadn't noticed us...she was BLOODILY ENGROSSED

" riya we are getting late" shivu screamed ...nobody took notice[ whenever shivu tries to pick an accent I swear its the most funniest thing u will ever hear]
" abbe hindi m bol" I tried sarcasm
' good idea"
for a moment I thot she was making sarcasm out of my stupid idea but within 10 secs I realized she was shouting in pure hindi" RIYA ..HUME DERI HORHI HAI..YATRI APKI PAREEKSHA KARRHE HAIN..KRIPYA JALDI COFFEE THOOSYI OR FIRANGAN KO ALVIDA KAHIYE"


2 MIN SILENCE....THE WHOLE AFE WENT QUITE AND THEY WERE LOOKING AT US AS IF WE WERE SOME ALIENS LET LOOSE....AND BELIEVE ME EVERY DAMN SINGLE PERSON WAS LOOKING AT US!

I held shivus hand and ran out of the café to not face further embarrassment
after 5 mins riya came out beaming
" GUYS GUESS WHAT...WHO GOT ALEXS NUMBER? AND UMM A DATE WITH HIM...MEEEEEE"
" guys guess what who is going to get beaten and abused in the middle of the metro station....RIYAA" SHIVU screamed
and we all ran after her and I was running the last in the row acoz of just 1 reason: MY STUPID UNCONTROLLABLE LAUGHTER which made the copassengers scared and adu to spill the rest of her coffee on the securitys clothes....and now all we had to do was LAUGH AND RUN

I hope u enjoyed our little roller coaster ride...please feel free to share ur experiences...I love to hear from u...and don't forget to COMMENT AND KEEP SMILING:)