JUST A THOUGHT

So many special and cherished moments in our lives. When we look back on them, we realize that most of them were really short. And we wish that they had lasted longer but we don’t realize that their shortness is what probably made us cherish them and long for them so.

It’s not about eating, it’s about savouring..

It’s not about getting drunk, it’s about appreciating a good drink..

It’s not about jumping for a Dhoni's sixer in a T20, it’s about watching a square cut of Dravid's..

It’s not about Marlyn manroe's skirt; it’s more about her sexy legs...

It’s not about the destination; it’s about the travel........

IT’S NOT ABOUT BEING READ, IT’S ABOUT BEING WRITTEN

Back with a Bang

I wondered what to write, at 24? Where most people of my age are busy putting their lives together, building new dreams, chasing them, looking for opportunities and taking life a lot more seriously than they earlier did, all I have on my mind is "What am I going to do?"

I thought everyone's reading and since words are the best way to let out the thought flow of the head "Why don't I start writing something.?", but where will I find those complicated words so that everyone reading my blog think that this blog is worth reading.? Later I realised that it's all about expressing yourself, collecting the thoughts and putting them in sentences.

I'm a final year M.Tech student with a folder full of bad marks cards, a shelf filled with text books and lots of friends who know where they are heading, choosing what they need in life and knowing how to get it. ohhh!! the marks cards the bad ones are only my engineering marks, not my M.Tech. to be frank I'm having a dream run in the masters, really happy for myself. Thanks to the friends who helped to get through this. That's all for now, gotta get up early in the morning, make few changes on Earth..

MY GIRL

"Perhaps this one, sir?" asked the salesman pointing to the card — a massive affair of cuddly teddy bears and roses. I looked at it and smiled. It was the most beautiful card I had ever seen. "I'll take it", I said. Somewhere in my mind a fatherly warning resonated: "Don't spend foolishly on a girl". I had spent a small fortune but she was definitely worth it. And aren't college students like me allowed occasional indulgences? I had a good hour and a half to personally gift-wrap her present and receive her at the station. She was coming all the way from her hometown because I had pleaded with her to be with me on this special day. I had known her since I was a child. We shared every little thing and knew each other through and through. Yes, we had had a few squabbles and days when we wouldn't speak to each other but hey, what's a good relationship without a fight or two? Though I was often charmed by other pretty faces I always came back to my one and only love. And she always welcomed me back with a smile that was equal parts unalloyed love and undisguised amusement at my fleeting infatuations.

The beeps from my alarm clock reminded me that it was time to go. On my way I bought a rose — a resplendent crimson one — and set off, walking on air. When I reached the station I saw the train pulling in. I started walking towards her compartment straining my eyes for her first glimpse. And there she was!
The most beautiful being on earth. And she was mine! I rushed to her with a yell and the next second had enveloped her in a bear hug. She kissed me lovingly on each cheek and then let out a delighted exclamation when I presented her with the rose and the gift bag. My special gift took her breath away. It was a copy of Chicken Soup for the Writer's Soul which she had been searching for since last month. "This is the loveliest surprise ever", she said and gave me a warm hug. I picked up her luggage and walked out of the railway station with her, she whom I had loved every second of my life. MY MOTHER.