tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443713029946338552024-02-18T22:28:53.280-08:00Blog 'Sh'log!!Smriti http://www.blogger.com/profile/16812992526929930230noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244371302994633855.post-16493413842529731242012-05-20T22:32:00.000-07:002012-05-20T22:36:10.930-07:00Power "punch".......<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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When you give a title like that it makes someone wonder “What in the name of lord is this article about?” A writer leaves you with a question mark (?) and you continue to read. And that is the ‘power’ of captions. And, well, if the caption does not make you read more then it’s more like the ‘power-less’-ness of the writer (too bad).
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I read this word, POWER, and before I could come up with an expression/word/picture I relate with the word I thought about what my friends would have to say. So with my ‘power’ of Blackberry I took a poll to see how people react when a word is thrown at them. And I got replies! These were all in less than 15 seconds – horse ‘power’, ‘power’ of big hug, Visa ‘power’, myself (I am my own ‘power’), my ‘power’ mom, mind ‘power’!! These perceptions tell me how differently we all think. How we associate the word with our strengths or with our surrounding or with our inner selves. So when I am put in a spot and demanded for an answer I look within.
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So, now I started thinking about the word. POWER... I would say it means à my voice, so when I talk I would want people to listen (and store), when I make an opinion I want to be heard (and registered) and when my voice is put in words I want it to be read. No bigger power than being noticed, appreciated and then remembered till long. This is what happens when we listen to celebrities, politicians and the likes. Their power of voice makes us follow them (even if it’s on twitter), introspect and sometimes inculcate as well. This strengthens you from within to have been heard.
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Be it Obama’s “Yes! We can”, Adele’s “Someone like you” or even Kony 2012 – all voices, all directed towards people and all heard very well. We registered it and even acted upon some. This power of voice comes from the support media – your television, ipod, internet, school, community, friends... all are medium of spreading your voice. They further strengthen your power to make a difference.
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I spoke to a young girl belonging to a not-so-well background, asked her if she had a dream. She looked at me and thought for a while. She said she wanted to teach, like me, so that she gets the power of spreading education and make everyone around her more obvious to the fact that we know very little. She dreamed of being part of a change. Her definition of power was so clear to me – she related power to education, to awareness of your surrounding and declared ignorance as an enemy.
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Power. Belief. Recognition. Inspiration. Lives. Difference. Comfort.
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It’s a spray of words, this article. But it just goes out to say that a word like power churns your thoughts and confuses you. You don’t really know how to define this word and if how you have defined it really says it all. Your power could be different and my power currently is to get your acceptance to my thoughts and making you think how well you could define the word. That’s why the caption as well, like a punch this word puts you out of place, makes you think for a moment and you react not completely knowing if this was really you.Smriti http://www.blogger.com/profile/16812992526929930230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244371302994633855.post-36499189419092079072012-03-19T23:53:00.002-07:002012-03-19T23:58:43.894-07:00Just BE …….<a href="http://www.justbeboutique.com/just_be_logo.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 309px;" src="http://www.justbeboutique.com/just_be_logo.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />When I smile <br />The world must smile along<br /><br />Not that I laugh<br />And people think that there is something wrong<br /><br />When I sing <br />The world must sing along<br /><br />Not that I hum some tune<br />And people think I must shut up soon<br /><br />When I talk<br />The world must talk along<br /><br />Not that when I voice it out<br />There is someone to put their hand on my mouth<br /><br />When I am happy<br />The world must spread the cheer along<br /><br />Not that when I tickle around<br />Reactions just kill the sound<br /><br />When am sad <br />The world just should let me be<br /><br />Not that when I shed a tear<br />People force me to see up close and clear<br /><br />When am quiet<br />The world should just wait for me to talk<br /><br />Not that when I want to be myself<br />Must someone come up and offer to help<br /><br />Is it so tough to just see??<br />Is it not easier to just be yourself and also let me be!!!??Smriti http://www.blogger.com/profile/16812992526929930230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244371302994633855.post-48438739071470780092011-05-12T12:24:00.000-07:002011-05-13T13:41:44.342-07:00When i say "ME"... what do I really mean....So as a reply to a Blogger Friend’s post I would want to list down a few things about me even though not sure about how many people would be interested to know me but yeah, this has to be done… This one especially goes to u – Blunt Edges….<br /><br />Well… Me is gonna write down in one go about myself to bring the honesty in the blog….<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLQevdup4VPFVNz92ZfoTnOVIajnFydD7KUqeePxseSsNTYApPEuOysyG6prfoqwd1B0XK9Pginn5WYxyCZV5Osj0SeRhFQolE8_vLQaehE9tTG_fvwPlxnF9L6H5pTMoFpLFLKev4LQ8/s1600/d058_girl_walking_down_path_alone_322193.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLQevdup4VPFVNz92ZfoTnOVIajnFydD7KUqeePxseSsNTYApPEuOysyG6prfoqwd1B0XK9Pginn5WYxyCZV5Osj0SeRhFQolE8_vLQaehE9tTG_fvwPlxnF9L6H5pTMoFpLFLKev4LQ8/s320/d058_girl_walking_down_path_alone_322193.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605913002028041714" /></a><br /><br />1. When I really like a song I just listen to it endless times – on ipod, phone, comp … while working, writing, sitting idle, getting ready… all the time… till I hear a new song which I oh-so-totally adore…<br />2. I like to write about what’s on my mind. And sometimes I feel I write better when m sad or heartbroken or lonely.. .weird… or I guess when m happy m just too busy being happy to write anything …<br />3. When m angry I can get very mean. And my hate list has permanent membership.<br />4. I go out of my way to help or make some1 feel special and most of the times I regret. I guess this is what we call the baggage of expectations.<br />5. I get bored of people too easily. I need something exciting happening all the time. <br />6. When m happy I get into my child like mood – singing, crazy faces, crazy dance moves, funny hair do, weird talks …. All of that …. Quite an entertainment at that time.<br />7. I talk a lot. So whatever is on my mind is on my tongue, almost all the time. Sometimes its good. Keeps the other person on the same page. But it has its own cons ---- oopssssiieeeee….<br />8. I get this urge to do better. So even small little things inspire me like crazy. I start wondering how can I make things better for myself. I feel highly restless at that time.<br />9. I’m lazyyyyy…. <br />10. I cant stand a dirty room. Not that I have OCD but I do like to sit in a fairly clean room. Sometimes out of laziness I don’t clean my stuff/room and I keep feeling restless and irritated and so I just don’t look at the dirty part of the room. And finally I clean… all smiles after that… its amazing how nice a clean room makes u feel… there is this sense of achievement. Like a huge task is done : )<br />11. I get addicted to things --- like FB or BB or Chatting or everyday cold coffee… and I come to know when I’m addicted. Then I myself lay this control. And I refrain from the addiction, like totally. Gives me a good feeling that I can focus …<br />12. I have this thing about maintaining an order for everything. I don’t believe in last minute plans or packing or getting ready last minute. Everything is pre-planned, atleast in my head. <br />13. I can never completely rely on someone. I have to and have to put my efforts. I just trust myself.<br />14. I get close to people very soon and the sooner I get close the earlier I fall flat, well quite a few times. And I somehow have crushes or liking for the BAD guys. Don’t know why… they are like magnets for me. And mind you I’m not happy about this … hmmppfffff…<br />15. I love gossiping. Everybody does but very few admit, like me. Me feels really *great* rite now. But healthy gossip and truthful opinions. Nothing made up or nothing that would tarnish some1’s image<br />16. I love shopping (very typical to a girl) but I can just keep on shopping. It keeps me stressfree. Its like a day well psent if I hav shopped.<br />17. I love smiling. I feel it’s the best way to express yourself. So I’m quite generous with it. And a smile can actually brighten up sme1’s day. So ya all those reading this should smile more often : )<br />18. I like to observe people. I can just sit for hours in a crowded place and observe. <br />19. I can talk to some friends for hours and still feel that I have more to say<br />20. I love talking to my dad. He is reserved sorta person and that’s why I like spending more time with him. I just cant see him sitting alone. Not that he minds it but I love spending some quality time with him. Ok so I love spending time with mom too. <br />21. I like to meet new people, then ask about their birthdays (and m damn good with remembering birthdays) and then I compare people of the same sun signs and see how they differ or are similar. I like to read my horoscope although I don’t believe one bit in it. I just feel that a good horoscope can really brighten your day.<br />22. I hate it when people say BUDDAY instead of birthday. It’s very irritating. <br />23. I’m tempted to correct people when they pronounce incorrectly. And I frankly don’t mind being corrected myself. I mean how else you would learn the right stuff…<br /><br />There are many more things about me. Small. Big. Silly. Routine. All of that. But I just love being me. I don’t think I would wanna be any different. Its always nice to know that you changed over times as per how you thought it was right and then you stick by it all your life….. Nothing makes you more content than knowing that all that you ever did was what made you happy. <br /><br />Smile cos it costs nothing but still has a high value. Love cos its free and spreads like wildfire. Care for someone cos it comes right back to you. And always Forgive but never Forget and that way your mistakes will never be repeated…..Smriti http://www.blogger.com/profile/16812992526929930230noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244371302994633855.post-77403364883787418122011-03-09T09:15:00.000-08:002011-03-09T09:17:50.826-08:00When you were gone ….<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKWxMPCfSf7oARRQ66pBx4MExXuzMmvxMdVRViIv-Ol93K2pLRfVGGPNlkXTv3yG30g-G-C_qigc60SXMmLPRt1ltzkyUa5-QlzNwquyuayEPt4kuY1SkF_GD7kc9MFis01B4BaCDL2HU/s1600/IMG_2246.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKWxMPCfSf7oARRQ66pBx4MExXuzMmvxMdVRViIv-Ol93K2pLRfVGGPNlkXTv3yG30g-G-C_qigc60SXMmLPRt1ltzkyUa5-QlzNwquyuayEPt4kuY1SkF_GD7kc9MFis01B4BaCDL2HU/s200/IMG_2246.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582130318020692386" /></a><br /><br />When somebody leaves they just leave emptiness behind... Which fills up after a while but time takes its tests and makes sure you become stronger and feel every bit of emotion. Could not help but write it down cos this is something that helps me unwind, let out and leave some things behind . . <br /><br />A beautiful verse that I had heard and that stayed on my mind “Jis manzil ka koi mukaam nahin hota, usse ek khubsoorat mod pe chhodd dena hi acha hai …. ”<br /><br />I saw you in people, amongst strangers, between friends. Realized that you were gone.<br />I saw you in places where we had been together, never found you there anymore. Realized you were gone.<br />I felt you were around when I saw movies, saw that you were not sitting next to me. Realized you were gone.<br />I heard songs and felt you were singing them for me. I realized you were gone.<br />I applied my nail paint and picked my hands for you to see. I realized you were gone.<br />I sat on the terrace sipping my coffee, looked around and saw the view. I realized you were gone.<br />I heard my ringtone every time my cell rang and saw who was calling, it wasn’t you. I realized you were gone.<br />I saw someone smoking and holding that cigarette in his hand. I realized you were gone.<br />I saw a beach. I realized you were gone.<br />I bought a new dress. I realized you were gone.<br />I logged on FB, Gtalk … I realized you were gone.<br />I saw Smirnoff. I realized you were gone.<br /><br />I realized that no matter what I saw I knew you won’t come back. It does not make anything easy for me, I’m not happy about any of this. But that’s how it is and life is not that simple.<br /><br />You were the sand in my hand which slipped away just as quickly I tried to grip it. And then I realized you were gone, gone for good or bad I won’t know, but gone…Smriti http://www.blogger.com/profile/16812992526929930230noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244371302994633855.post-56910908562147258782010-12-15T01:25:00.000-08:002010-12-15T01:26:59.876-08:00How i wish .......<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEezZZEN8zmiO7_FYsVSWFkWPaq3u3DkE7mezUNOUG5Ki7lE5xv5zCM9pe0GtotkCzeuLiV8rSr3ix6qnEkcO2IUQo1Zm-IEdR5nhj3OBz_wi0IL5y6sgGlgRqtHCHnldQ5_QZh4ACpeM/s1600/i+wish.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEezZZEN8zmiO7_FYsVSWFkWPaq3u3DkE7mezUNOUG5Ki7lE5xv5zCM9pe0GtotkCzeuLiV8rSr3ix6qnEkcO2IUQo1Zm-IEdR5nhj3OBz_wi0IL5y6sgGlgRqtHCHnldQ5_QZh4ACpeM/s200/i+wish.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550837987470889538" /></a><br /><br />How I Wish…………<br /><br />I could decide for myself and then stick to it.<br />It didn’t matter who was getting hurt so long as I was right.<br />I walked some distances alone.<br />I did all the things that I didn’t do earlier to fit in other things.<br />I stayed close to my friends who stand by me even now.<br />I danced in rain when the time was right.<br />I had slept like a baby.<br />I never had fallen – in rat race, for promises, for temptations.<br />I could see all the wrong things and still keep my tears back.<br />I could finalize all the things I wanted to do.<br />I could talk freely about how I really felt.<br />I could still be a child and never grow up.<br />I could stand at the edge of life knowing falling over didn’t really matter – to me or anyone else.<br />I could sing ….. (cos I feel sometimes words may fail bt songs neva disappoint).<br />I could just leave everything and do what my heart loves best.<br />I didn’t lose people in life.<br />I could get a hug that I always craved for n it remained with me forever.<br />I could just laugh loudly telling the world “this moment m purely happy”.<br />Nobody controlled my life.<br />Tears would just forget my eyes.<br />Smile would always visit…<br />……..<br /><br />N then I realized the wish list would just be like this – for me … for u … but for me it still is a dream, a dream I see every night which makes me think of my wish every morning …Smriti http://www.blogger.com/profile/16812992526929930230noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244371302994633855.post-42969887148963937602010-05-27T23:07:00.000-07:002010-05-27T23:16:29.035-07:00Small things BIG difference!!05 things that irritate me about people:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.satori.org/images/irritated.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 180px;" src="http://www.satori.org/images/irritated.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />->> People who give very little respect to other’s feelings and are to the least bit empathetic. Such people live in a parallel universe, I guess, because they want respect but they just can’t seem to treat others in social manner. For eg: I have seen people do not respect certain kinds of jobs. I can keep a maid in the house. Get my house “cleaned” by her but I somehow can’t allow her to sit on the chair or eat in the same utensils (which she’ll of course wash) or I can make the waiters run around for my order but can’t seem to smile at him. I mean is it below dignity to appreciate other’s work??!! <br /><br />->> Then there are people who don’t say THANK YOU, basic manners which we are taught in kindergarten. Or even those who won’t hold the door for you when they are walking through right in front of you. And I mean girls as well. So, you keep the door open for the next person walking in and the other person says thank you for the gesture. Is it so tough to understand??!!<br /><br />->> Then there are people who think very highly of themselves. Okay so you have landed a high-flyer job and are ‘uncle scrooge-swimming in money’ but you still can’t go around throwing your attitude. People have the general tendency to stare and throw their weight around even when they don’t know the ‘saamne-waala’.. And sometimes people don’t even have the above high-flyer job or the money to swim in still they’ll throw truck loads of attitude.. DUH!!<br /><br />->> One bit about guys here – Guys who can’t stop staring at a woman at the wrong place **even while talking** should get a grip. Please go and drool someplace else. I have a face and I like being talked eye to eye… So do you mind??!!! <br /><br />->> I talk a lot and I generally like to tell about myself or my day or what happened before which was oh-so-funny and I don’t mind hanging out with just guys and I don’t mind cracking jokes with them and laughing out loud and I like occasional partying to unwind and I love dressing up. But that does not mean m trying to get attention or I probably smoke and dope and get drunk every night or I have had at least 10 boyfriends..!!! People should stop judging. I have realized that when we make initial opinions about some people we could be so wrong about them and we could actually like that person and be good friends. Give it a thought.<br /><br />05 things I like about people or at least would like to see in people:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.psychologytoday.com/files/u15/Happiness_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 160px;" src="http://www.psychologytoday.com/files/u15/Happiness_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />->> Smiles!! I love people who smile or laugh.. Tell them a joke and they give the correct kind of response. The bright smile makes your day and trust me everybody likes to be around such people.. It never hurts to smile at even strangers (of course you should not land up giving some naughty signals)!!<br /><br />->> Helpful people. They are very few. At least in today’s world; very rare. I don’t mean that one should go out of their way to help someone but a small gesture of showing that you care about the other person and are willing to extend a hand is more than enough. It gives a sense of security to others.. <br /><br />->> I like it when people stay in touch. For months maybe you won’t find time to talk because of busy schedules but one day you just surprise a friend by giving a call and saying hi!! It’s the best feeling ever. I genuinely feel happy for the whole day and m assured that I have made some good friends along..<br /><br />->> Somehow I like people who take time to get friendly and know the other person. Instant friendships never made sense to me. When people take initiative to know the other person, talk, laugh together, share memories, and listen to each other’s stories… basically be a part of someone’s life… Close friends can really make a difference in life!!<br /><br />->> Its nice to be with a person who is caring. Not over caring – as in to the point of irritation. But someone who makes sure that you are fine, if u need anything, or holds your hand while crossing the road, or looks out for you if some danger is sensed, tells u when your hair seems funny and sets it for you… (and I mean a girl being caring for a girl as well and not just the boy-girl equation)<br /><br /><br />These are small little things in life. But they make a lot of difference and one realizes that likeability quotient sometimes is based on these minute details and not on superficial things. But then these are totally based on my opinion!!! You could have your irritating and happy moments.Smriti http://www.blogger.com/profile/16812992526929930230noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244371302994633855.post-68033796490068776042010-02-12T01:13:00.000-08:002010-02-12T01:18:19.452-08:00I feel Young!!Sometimes passing days make me realize that I’m growing old (especially when you hang out with people who are younger to you)!! But getting old is not in our hands but feeling old (or young) is definitely in our minds… So long as I’m feeling young – age cannot deter me …<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fortjacksonmwr.com/magruders/images/cartoon_dancers.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.fortjacksonmwr.com/magruders/images/cartoon_dancers.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />I feel young… when I run to cross the road amidst heavy traffic and nasty stares and I feel like a child who has just learnt to be independent!<br /><br />I feel young… when I apply crazy shades on my nails and then show it to everybody who crosses my way and with the same enthusiasm and a naughty smile!<br /><br />I feel young… when I get all excited about small little things and when all these small joys give me the idea to celebrate.<br /><br />I feel young… when I get thrilled about my birthday one month in advance and remind each friend every day about the approaching date!<br /><br />I feel young… when opening presents still stirs me and gives me butterflies and when the anticipation just gets stronger!<br /><br />I feel young… when going for a party gives me a rush and I start deciding what clothes to wear and what shoes will go with the clothes or plan to shop!!<br /><br />I feel young… when I share small little details of my life with same amount of passion and animated expressions.<br /><br />I feel young… when I laugh like crazzzyyyy not caring about who’s giving me dirty glances and the laugh just brightens my day!!<br /><br />I feel young… when entering a biggg store gives me an adrenaline rush and I want to see everything around me, walk through for hours and still feel fresh and pumped up!<br /><br />I feel young… when a trip to supermarket teases me!<br /><br />I feel young… when I walk behind my mom following her from kitchen to bedroom telling her about how nice my day was!!<br /><br />I feel young… when m dying to call up my dad to tell him about the most exciting news of the day and to hear him smile and say things like “m proud of u”!!<br /><br />I feel young… cos I want to feel young every day. Every year that gets added is just a reason to celebrate cos my heart says “I just completed one more year of fun and I have so much more to ENJOY!!!”<br /><br />Can’t waste my time feeling OLD!!!Smriti http://www.blogger.com/profile/16812992526929930230noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244371302994633855.post-76422934959479780732009-12-28T03:27:00.000-08:002009-12-30T02:26:45.103-08:005 types of ‘guys’ in a relationship ( pun intended all the way) :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSPPD07ZeiMxTlKIyKpTM0Jjz88HfuFo4HYnrE8ET5Kk0uCtmSBIrxKqI1gNQQn4sljflrKE_fbRN2J9x7H0mVJiBIJYX1ki44UI0O86NuMlvRoonxzgwHTXTYl7FLdDLIyZbDIM1Lg7k/s1600-h/love-you.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSPPD07ZeiMxTlKIyKpTM0Jjz88HfuFo4HYnrE8ET5Kk0uCtmSBIrxKqI1gNQQn4sljflrKE_fbRN2J9x7H0mVJiBIJYX1ki44UI0O86NuMlvRoonxzgwHTXTYl7FLdDLIyZbDIM1Lg7k/s200/love-you.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420973574780987442" /></a><br /><br />-- <span style="font-style:italic;">The shy guy</span> (although I personally feel that no guy is shy)<br /><br />Well he’s the one who will think twice before he would say something or he’s probably the one who has gotten into a relationship for the first time. Words like ‘I love u’ would also come out with great efforts. And simple things like holding hands in public would be a complete no no. But that’s only when the guy is new to this whole world of dating. So this could also be stated as the initial stage of relationship cycle and a type of guy too. <br /><br />U’l love: Some girls would love this type of guy who would be cautious of his actions (less chances of hurting u) and would be by far the best at chivalry. He would be the one who’d send u those scented letters with sweet nothings which make the relationship oh-so-romantic. He won’t be the “flaunt-my-girl” kinds.<br /><br />U’l run away: if u are the kind of girl (I’l have to probably write another blog for that) who loves to get the attention from her guy then this type could drive u crazy and before you know it the relationship wick is all burnt out.<br /><br />-- <span style="font-style:italic;">The player</span> (I didn’t copy the name from the new channel V show, which I must say is total crap)<br /><br />Hmmmm a complete opposite to the shy species, he’s the smooth talker. Knows what to say when and with the right amount of attention. He’ll sweep you off your feet and you’ll probably not even realize it. He’ll text u endlessly, mail you constantly and make his presence felt at the right time of the day. He would send you all kinda flirtatious indications initially which definitely will be very subtle (cos this is the time he’s probably figuring out if the girl is worth the catch) and by the end of few days he’ll be almost on to u (ok I don’t mean that literally.. maybe.. wateva). This kinda guy has been in n out of relationships so he has great deal of knowledge about how to impress n wen to exit.<br /><br />U’l Love: some girls like to be swept off their feet so this kinda guy is good when u r looking for fun. No long term complications. He will spend on u, take you places and buy you gifts.. in most cases (nothing is 100% u c) he would have the looks. So lots of girls won mind bein on his hit-list.<br /><br />U’l run away: Any smart girl would know where things are headed. So if u have lil benefit and more of heart break then m sure u’ll choose to let this guy slide by.<br /> <br />-- <span style="font-style:italic;">The best friend</span><br /><br />He’s more of a best friend than a lover actually. He’ll be patient and best of all – a very good listener. U’ll probably run to him in ur most trying times. Girls usually confess to girls only. But he’s the kinda guy u would spill the beans to. Maybe even bitch about your other girl friends. And since most guys don’t let out secrets he can be ur confidante. <br /><br />U’ll love: every girl would love to have that kinda guy around. Who listens to her stories and gives advices. He’ll be great to have the** long** conversations with. <br /><br />U’ll run away: if girls really need to have such long conversations and decide on something then girls would rather do that in a pajama party. This one would tend to be more on emotional side. Don’t know how many girls would take this kinda relationship on longer routes.<br /><br />-- <span style="font-style:italic;">The ‘all-time-there’ guy</span><br /><br />He’s the kind of boy fren who is there with u all the time. If physically not possible virtually toh pakka hai. He’ll call u every hour to find out where u are and with whom and what are you eating and what plans next and this and that… the status report needs to be submitted quite frequently. He’l always take good care of you and for that he’l need to be around you or keep calling you so that he’s convinced u are safe and sound (or maybe to keep an eye on u – I mean u neva know.. these cud be out-of-insecurity kinda tactics).<br /><br />U’ll love: if ur family does not care about u and ur whereabouts then m sure u’ll love this guy. He’l pamper you and his endless calls would make u feel wanted. The scoops of attention would be fabtastic and every bit of it will probably make ur other girl frens very J.<br /><br />U’ll run away: he’s more like a known stalker (that’s what I feel) and he is the haunting character more than a boy fren. So anyone who is independent and loves her personal space mite not be able to respond to the over board *caring* attitude (m being polite). In a few days (maybe months) she’ll jus say ‘scoot… shooshhh … awayyy – who are u? ‘ …. <br /><br />-- <span style="font-style:italic;">The somewhr-in-between guy</span> ( I cud not come up with the correct word)<br /><br />Ahhhh!!! He’s the *best catch* of a lifetime. He’s got the looks (maybe not very handsome but definitely worth a second look). He’s smart but not like ‘the player’. He pampers but never over does it. He’l care for you but give you your space and would expect that u also leave him alone at times. He’ll take you out and introduce u to his friends but not show u off. He’ll pay your bills but won mind if u pay sometimes. He’ll not make a big issue out of everything in life. <br /><br />U’ll love: well u’ll love everything about him. Ofcourse!!! U’l b crazy not to. <br /><br />U’ll run away: IF U ARE MAD!!!!<br /><br />The last kind maybe is a very rare species or is on the verge of being extinct. God makes them on his/her vacations and that’s why they turn out to be this good. If relationship with him does not turn out well then I will totally blame the girl. Lol…<br /><br />PS: not related to my blog in any way but I came up with this one and wanted to post it here:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.springfieldmfi.com/images/love_letters.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 147px;" src="http://www.springfieldmfi.com/images/love_letters.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />“Text msg, wall posts n tweets have unfortunately resulted in unanticipated demise of scented letters.. tsk tsk ”Smriti http://www.blogger.com/profile/16812992526929930230noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244371302994633855.post-21355328551381911242009-12-13T01:41:00.000-08:002010-03-03T01:34:15.396-08:00Jinxed..!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://themixtapemonster.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/popcorn_soda.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://themixtapemonster.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/popcorn_soda.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />S: Third row from the screen… U want it?? <br /><br />Me: Eeeks NO ways.. Anotha movie??<br /><br />S: ok m cool. Which one??<br /><br />Me: Not the himesh movie for sure. Lets watch Amitabh B<br /><br />S: Yaa very cute movie. Very funny. Only last part is senti.<br /><br />Me: u’ve seen it???? <br /><br />S: Yaa…<br /><br />Me: then again??? U’ve seen al the nice options..<br /><br />S: I don’t mind. It’s a nice movie. Can watch it again.<br /><br />Me: Ok. Wait I’l get my laptop. Hmmmmm….. 3rd row from the screen, aarrghhhh!!!<br />Lets call H and ask. Get on con call. CALL NOW…<br /><br />S dialing me on hold waiting waiting<br />Ahhh finally<br /><br />H: wat plans?<br /><br />Me n S: 5 o’clock Amitabh movie??? OR Ranbir movie??<br /><br />H: Hey I’v heard the ranbir movie is crap. Don’t watch it even if u get paid…<br /><br />Me: there goes the option. Wait I’l check the Amitabh movie option…<br />Ooooppppssss!!! It says “TICKETS SOLD OUT!! Select another movie”<br />What crappp….. nehow the movie was for 220.. lol…<br /><br />S: now what??? <br /><br />H: lets go for coffee… <br /><br />Me: (As usual) So faaaarrrrr??? Grrrrrr<br />(nobody cares)<br /><br />H: yaaa… 6 o’clock???<br /><br />S: yaaa m ok…<br /><br />Me: I’m not….. <br /><br />S and H: 6 o’clock then it is.<br /><br />S: m goin.. c ya..<br /><br />Me: Bye H … the call wil cut, con call u c… (sad)<br /><br />All: bye bye bye<br /><br />Movie plans after 2 months. And almost every weekend this happens.. arrghhhh… Crap…<br />Which song next??? – pieces of me (*Humming*)Smriti http://www.blogger.com/profile/16812992526929930230noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244371302994633855.post-37450965038503481132009-11-19T09:56:00.000-08:002010-03-03T01:35:48.405-08:00Life actually -- “Confuses”!! And confusion is the spice…Milke bhi hum naa mile tumse na jaane kyon…. Anjane hein silsile tumse na jaane kyon… <br />Sapne hein palkon tale tumse na jaane kyon…<br />Tu jaane naa… tu jaane naa… <br />(pls sing while reading it)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://amitjnt.blog.co.in/files/2008/12/friends1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 290px;" src="http://amitjnt.blog.co.in/files/2008/12/friends1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Well before you start thinking this means something then let me clarify – some1 dedicated this song to me (mind u, singing along with it) and this song reminds me of that “friend”.. I wrote this piece for my own reference but m posting it here cos it seems worth the space! <br /><br />I’ve always treasured the presence of each and every person in my life. I might not be in touch with few but still at some point in time I got to learn something from each one – be it the good or bad thing in life. The good ones I incorporated and I became aware of the bad ones and stayed away from it. It helped me grow. I won’t comment on whether it made me a good person or no but it definitely put me on the path of being better each day, each moment. <br /><br />Some made me realize how friends become family, some taught me the value of moments spent together, some opened my eyes to realities, some made me laugh and some made me cry. But each one made me feel special in their own small ways – by calling out of the blue, by making me smile when I was low, by saying all nice things about me (well who does not like that), by giving me surprises, by saying how much I mean to them and endless other things. My heart really smiles when I think of each one. That’s why when one person does anything bad I just remember how much good my each friend has done for me. <br /><br />Coming back to the friend who dedicated the song. I can’t forget moments where I smiled endlessly – the singing of songs (with weird expressions!), the surprises (special ones), Bhojpuri mein baatein, hindi poems (like 2nd std kid), singing songs upon my coaxing, making extra efforts, laughing aloud even when I passed a comment, never feeling offended, saying things honestly n saying things outright even knowing that I may form an opinion, introducing me to long-island-ice-tea and drinking my most ‘kadvi’ drink happily, calling when it rained, messaging when I threatened for a reply, teasing me and then agreeing to it too, fighting and then forgetting…. All of that and much more happened. <br /><br />But sometimes life confuses us. Situations reverse. Friends go away. Life still goes on amidst thoughts – some happy, some sad, some hopeful while some filled with anger. People can choose to go away at their own will. Maybe I also move away from people’s lives. But what nobody has a control over is the memories (my memory might not be ‘razor sharp’ but it’s not that bad also). So I choose not to feel sad over what’s out of life but I choose to feel happy about what’s mine and no one can dare take it away, i.e. my little (ok maybe big) memory scrapbook. Some images in black n white, some in colour, some bright, some dull, few good, few bad but all mine. <br /><br />So I wait here for some more people to enter my life cos it’s a very healthy process. And I wish to fill my scrapbook even more so that years down the line I don’t regret about ‘not’ making an effort. I certainly hope to find some1 special for whom I can open my book and share the journey. <br /><br />PS: I re read this one, it comes across as a confused spray of words. But it’s the flow I had. So I’l not edit it. I’ll just let it ‘be’. Cos this one’s straight from the heart.Smriti http://www.blogger.com/profile/16812992526929930230noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244371302994633855.post-26025065688415319942009-11-14T12:01:00.001-08:002010-03-03T01:37:11.722-08:00Mood swings… And swinging the moods…I rarely get depressed. But when I do it takes a lot of effort from my side to snap out of it. And I know that only I can help myself from such a state of mind. So things that I do to get into a good mood, to get to my usual self, i.e. Smiling self.. <br /><br />Well firstly I listen to songs, all kinds of songs. Some that remind me of close friends, some that remind me of nice moments and some that are peppy. I sing along, although I don’t really sing well. Ah, well I can’t sing at all. But then everyone need not be a great singer to have some good time … I dance too, in front of the mirror or in front of my mamma. And my mom feels I’ve gone mad. But yaa it’s a good stress buster. <br /><br />I buy something when I want to feel better. Shopping is my weakness n m a self confessed shopaholic. Malls are paradise for me. I have even shopped alone, many times. Bought clothes after having long discussions with sales people. Some find that weird but that helps me talk to some1 absolutely out of my routine life. Good therapy especially when you wanna get out of your routine surroundings. I shop for clothes, shoes, clothes, cosmetics, clothes and some more clothes… and some more… <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTP2rC8hLLse7RwY2hH8FMmCZncceOaClC1-iaaGfR7TJ882UoAdEmWgd7FYJclB3x4SorjxeQp9LUeMmPoZVL8HPf_WElz0UAF07uY1PbhFYISC3P7Bc0RTOSeXgRe-G45xCxIx9mYK0/s1600-h/shopping.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTP2rC8hLLse7RwY2hH8FMmCZncceOaClC1-iaaGfR7TJ882UoAdEmWgd7FYJclB3x4SorjxeQp9LUeMmPoZVL8HPf_WElz0UAF07uY1PbhFYISC3P7Bc0RTOSeXgRe-G45xCxIx9mYK0/s200/shopping.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404052094695314690" /></a><br /><br />One great way to feel nice and feel loved is to call some good friend. I always try and stay in touch with all good people I know. And on such particular moments I call friends and talk to them. Or meet them and binge on food. Or go for a movie or shop (again that word...). Long chats with friends can make your heart smile. I feel blessed to actually say that I have few close friends who I can call at anytime and they will patiently listen to wat eva I have got to say. Sometimes it’s best to get the load off your brain by talking it out. <br /><br />And last but not the least, at all… I love to write about how I feel. All is documented and well under a password. Ya no access kinda thing. I write it all down so that I can know what m truly feeling. That’s when I can think rationally, the right and wrong of things and the solution (if there is one required). This is one time where I can truly be myself and write whatever I feel inside. Cos sometimes we can’t express everything to a person. After few days I read all that I have written. Sometimes I laugh, sometimes I cry, sometimes I learn new things about myself and sometimes I just remember the good and bad moments of my life and say to myself ‘move on’… <br /><br />Why m I writing this!! Well I was in one such mood today and I just sat and cried for no reason. Then I called my friend (thanks buddy) and decided for a movie. Unlucky me I could get no tickets for the movie I wanted to watch. But then we still met up and hogged on pizza. I laughed out loudly. We talked, we talked about weird things, about life, about his credit card bills, school days… I showed him my double shade crazy nail paint idea (another one of my ‘get urself outta depression’ therapy and it works)…<br /><br />Now m listening to songs and in a better mood. Wish I could get a biggggg hug now.. But then I know even without it I’ll still be fine. *smiling* *shaking my head as the song plays* and the song is “I know u wan me.. U know I wantcha!!”Smriti http://www.blogger.com/profile/16812992526929930230noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244371302994633855.post-65064535582124343662009-11-12T00:30:00.000-08:002009-11-12T08:59:50.821-08:00Things I love doing at Night!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYCpCBcA1MHABkE7oMUMQhoJB3LOUd9ctcFxW8CmguVthM3eAC7FJP9wVtFCF1A0ot-rriF1TJQafZHVqLwD6YezJDiwj6an8l28GanOO9LsflmN8W0UtPurTnr5fvpoYqgIEinbxCyio/s1600-h/earth@nite.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYCpCBcA1MHABkE7oMUMQhoJB3LOUd9ctcFxW8CmguVthM3eAC7FJP9wVtFCF1A0ot-rriF1TJQafZHVqLwD6YezJDiwj6an8l28GanOO9LsflmN8W0UtPurTnr5fvpoYqgIEinbxCyio/s320/earth@nite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403258975453410258" border="0" /></a>
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class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">(Disclaimer: This Blog is completely ‘U’ rated so don’t go on titles...)</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=""> </span>Last evening I was travelling bak home in a rick (thanks to the rains in November). While coming down one of the flyover’s <span style=""> </span>I saw the brake lights (red) of the vehicles, the street lights, the umbrellas, water splashing and the rain drops …. It felt really nice. Living with parents has so many restrictions and one such (major) restriction is ‘nightlife’. Although I do get allowed for a lot of things but I miss going out late in the night. So I thought, nothing stops me from writing about it atleast. So here it goes, along with some personal experiences: </p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin-left: 72pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="">v<span style=";font-family:";font-size:7;" > -- </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->I simply miss late night movie shows. I think a movie experience at night is totally different.. I can actually count on my fingers the number of times I’ve been for one (sadly)... Once I was with a friend for a movie and my parents called (they were outta station), I ran out and attended the call. N I had to lie abt bein ‘in my room’ in front of the Inox cleaning guy. He actually stepped out of the walk area to give me some privacy. </p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 72pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="">v<span style=";font-family:";font-size:7;" > -- </span></span></span><!--[endif]--> I love the late night ice cream or coffee. My one such experience was when I went for coffee in my nightwear. It was a sudden plan and it din’t really make sense to go home and change. Luckily I wasn’t dressed in something embarrassing. But it’s one of the coffee (with oodles of ice cream) that I’l never forget.</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 72pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="">v<span style=";font-family:";font-size:7;" > -- </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Long Drives @ night with windows rolled down, music playing out loud n maybe me n othas singing along (it can be quite torturous on ear but who cares!) My one such drive was to Lonavala (1<sup>st</sup> one) with 3 frens. 2 of us gazed at the stars and gossiped about some friends. Police also came in a while to stop a bonfire party happenin rite thr.. we were scared out of our wits and pulled out immediately. <span style=""> </span>*nostalgic*</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 72pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="">v<span style=";font-family:";font-size:7;" > -- </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->At some point in time clubbing was on priority list, mayb not so much now. But it’s always welcomed once in a while. And its best when u don’t have a deadline. Else the charm goes away (which is the case for me mosta times). </p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 72pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="">v<span style=";font-family:";font-size:7;" > -- </span></span></span><!--[endif]--> A get together on a terrace with drinks and food and music. Added thing could be the breeze and staring ahead with no purpose. The light, of all kinds, makes it so amazing. It has a glitter effect for me.</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 72pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="">v<span style=";font-family:";font-size:7;" > -- </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Riding a two-wheeler or sitting behind one. Done this quite a few times with frens (guys n girls). It’s really exhilarating and thrilling for me. Although alone at night is a scary thot but still I’ve tried this many times.</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 72pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="">v<span style=";font-family:";font-size:7;" > -- </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->I love driving at night. Although I’m yet to get my license but I take my car out at times (of course parents are not at home then) and drive it. M extra careful but at that time I just say *m loving it*…</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin-left: 72pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="">v<span style=";font-family:";font-size:7;" > -- </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Sitting on sea shore or river bank and feeling the breeze in ur face. I’ve done this when I was staying in Goa. Beach at nite is the best and a walk along the beach (preferably with some1 special) is superb. I remember going for beach parties at nite (army parties with lots of parents) and swimming till my mom actually pulled me out of the water yelling n screaming that the tide will take me away. And then I used sit wit a shawl and food in my hand. It used to get sooo cold but each party was enjoyable.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Although I love to roam about at night, it’s not that safe an idea. Once my fren n I were travelling by rick around 10 pm and we were followed by 4 guys on a bike. It was absolutely lonely road (all cantonment areas r like that only). The rick waala also seemed kinda psychotic (with all his neck crunching n stuff) and we were scared to hell..<span style=""> </span>But we reached home safely and we ran up the stairs. <span style=""> </span>*thank u God*... </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Apart from few bad experiences I still like to go out at night cos my gud experiences are worth living again. Ova n ova agn!!</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">PS: I said the word night quite a few times but I cud nt really think of framing the sentence in anotha way. : )</p> Smriti http://www.blogger.com/profile/16812992526929930230noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244371302994633855.post-67287016988394359872009-09-08T10:29:00.000-07:002009-09-08T10:32:32.862-07:00wrong can be right....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUs4YTcwxcMq07NeSxKshdATflDk-1ocOyMCua-xXCn6kNiXddVHu3lhSV-I4YN-xAap9d4gVU0wkx86wecf9vWQ3I3rg2_pmoppZQPzye9qkuTrNyQIq2TYs4TeZVH-tV3EZadJwU6n8/s1600-h/DSC00095.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUs4YTcwxcMq07NeSxKshdATflDk-1ocOyMCua-xXCn6kNiXddVHu3lhSV-I4YN-xAap9d4gVU0wkx86wecf9vWQ3I3rg2_pmoppZQPzye9qkuTrNyQIq2TYs4TeZVH-tV3EZadJwU6n8/s320/DSC00095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379150586774105778" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">She sat in the room… looking at the corner of the walls and she stared till her neck crunched and she looked away. Life in a cocoon of safety is relatively easier to go along with. She wondered till the drops started falling harder on her window pane. Who was she? Was she the girl who seemed so blended with life, immersed in the laughs and so lost with a twinkle in her eye? Or was she the shy girl who hid all small little things and replaced them with fanciful stories? No one would guess. </p> <p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> </p> <p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">As she walked through tall n even taller trees and rattling leaves, her life came in front of her eyes. Everything rotated and she heard the voices. Perhaps this is why she never liked to be alone. The constant reminders were dreadful. What she wanted was very pure. To let the happiness dwell in the hearts of others who saw her face and saw the smile. The want of meeting her and the desire to hear her voice is all she could ask for. Maybe because that made her forget the non-detachable sadness that she carried silently where ever she went – in the malls, on the roads, amidst coffee sips and in between choked up laughs. She would laugh so loudly and then silently gape into nowhere. </p> <p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> </p> <p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">None of her friends knew what each day meant and what hid behind that glint in her eye. She never let a clue out for any guesses to be made. Cos she went by the simple idea – My sorrows are for me. And no one is even willing to share. Maybe I can make the presence felt through the smiles I bring about and defeat my sorrows. Maybe that was right, maybe that was wrong.. but for her this was perfect. </p> <p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> </p> <p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">That emptiness a lill after the happiness makes me yearn for something more</p> <p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">Or maybe the emptiness reminds me the days of yore</p> <p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">Maybe you saw that smile</p> <p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">And maybe you thought I was happy</p> <p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">But when you’ll walk with me that extra mile</p> <p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">I think you’ll see something new</p> <p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">And maybe, just maybe, we’ll for once share our sorrows!!</p> <p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> </p>Smriti http://www.blogger.com/profile/16812992526929930230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244371302994633855.post-83383891098013264562008-07-09T12:07:00.000-07:002008-07-09T12:09:44.732-07:00A stupid is what a stupid does...<p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">I had heard abt the <st1:place st="on"><st1:placename st="on">movie</st1:PlaceName> <st1:placetype st="on">Forest</st1:PlaceType></st1:place> Gump many times, maybe more than i can even remember.. I<span style=""> </span>wondered what made it so special n liked by all... <o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">N by all standards, I watched it very late, that constant reminder of it being a good movie didn't quite encourage me cos I thot, wat can be so good abt sme movie that has a weird name like forest gump... well i pretty much ate my words wen i sat down, with lotsa motivation, and watched the movie ... i have seen lotsa movies.. sme were entertaining, sme were stupid, sme were jus meant to be watched and forgotten and sme were to be remembered and talked about and forest gump definitely fell in2 that category... this movie compelled me to write abt it, i jus felt so touched by forest's simplicity, his strength of character, his honest and unconditional love for everyone and his willingness to live the moment and nt care abt wat his destiny was supposed to be... and that is pretty much wat we all don't have... or atleas i'd like to say that for myself... we r so driven by the desire of or wanting of smething everytime, we r materialistically driven and in the wake of that we tend to 4get that we all r born to die so no matter wat all 'great' things we mite do we all r going to land up in the same plc... and so even if i strive to be better than sme1 i jus land up wasting my time being smething i mite not really wan to be...<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">One thing abt the movie i like is the fact that forest never gives ne thought to wat others have to say abt him.. nothing affected him, all he cared abt was wat he wanted to do even if it meant running for 3 yrs n sme days n 16 hrs(i remember sme facts atleast), and he very clearly confessed that he ran for nothing in particular( i love the way he says 'particularly' wit an accent)..He loved one girl all his life maybe knowing that she would never love him back but that did not deter him from wat he felt.. Passion is the word that i would most probably use as a synonym for him.. give al it has to life and consequently life gives u back everything... Life comes full circle (that i hav heard smewhr).. but very true... <o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">N then there is a part where he is in Vietnam, he is in the middle of the war where he cud die ne moment but he still goes bak to find his fren to save him... and wen he is unable to that he still remembers to keep the promise that he made to him, put all his savings into that and never regrets wat he has done... i mean how many of us really do that, i can't remember even once if i have been able to trust a person, forget trusting him/her blindly... so there is no ques of doing smethin for someone... its more of a give and take gesture, its more of a selfish world and I don't deny being very much part of it. and how i really feel sad abt it, i cant really have true frens or genuine people, or even if i do have em i don't really know abt it, cos there is no test of sincerity that i knw of... cos unless i let em pass that test i have no way of believing that... i hate to admit all this but i have no choice...<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">M myself wondering as to why m i writing abt this movie, but somewhere (amidst crying of course) i realised that life is getting too complicated.. m running, u r running n maybe we all are, but the ques arises ... 4 what?????? I don't really have ans for that but one thing i knw that i want to run one day for smething i'd like to run for... or maybe "for no particular reason"... and that day I'd know that i have really lived my life and not somebody else's....<o:p></o:p></span></p>Smriti http://www.blogger.com/profile/16812992526929930230noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244371302994633855.post-52216641008061721712008-05-18T02:53:00.000-07:002008-05-18T03:05:40.172-07:00when smriti met SalsaBefore i take all the credit to joining a salsa class i'd want to thank my wonderful mom who always wans me to do fun stuff... m blessed, somehow :) But then this whole experience is fun, wit all the dance steps, meeting new people nd climbin the social ladder which i had lately lost amidst some unsuccessful instances...<br />My first stint with salsa went pretty well.. few basic steps and i was raring to go.. ohh kay nt so gr8 bt i'd like to pep myself a lill bit so who cares... m sure u (if smeone reads my blog at all) don't knw the S of salsa... sorry for being mean so a free class to u frm my side.<br />Dancing is surely a gud way to relax n unwind.. n rite b4 my exams its an awesome change, 2 hrs of total bliss.. and they end so fast :( Its interesting to learn the dance, make the guys ask u for a dance and then blame all wrong steps on them.. well salsa is abt the guy leadin the girl (the only chance he gets to do so ;)) so the gurl jus follows the movements. so if nething goes wrong then its surely the guys fault, i believe its always a guy's fault wen nethin goes wron be it salsa or life... m sure this wont go well wit the opposite species bt then m a feminist to an extent.. its gud for us gurls to feel that way.. u c...<br />so now that i hav learnt few things abt this dance, and hav more classes to go, i'l apply all of that in the next party, i dnt know wen tat wud happen bt plannin is a gud start nonetheless..<br /><br />rite now i'd jus pick my books and get ready for some exams, i wonder if the examiner knws some salsa moves.. well u neva know.. ;)<br /><br />Adios!!! :)Smriti http://www.blogger.com/profile/16812992526929930230noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244371302994633855.post-13144893075664699492008-03-12T10:04:00.000-07:002008-03-12T10:30:32.468-07:00Nostalgic :)Its said that school days are the golden yrs of one's life. Well after changing 7 schools I pretty much lost my golden yrs- no school frens with whom m still in touch with, no memories of my wonderful teachers... names lost amidst my bad memory... All i can maybe recall are my school names!!!<br /><br />So what I call my best yrs are my coll days. Those 3 yrs were revolutionary in their own way. They turned my life 360 degrees. They made me all that I'm today! I would not trade those yrs for anything...<br />Those college kattas with hot cup of coffees, conversations revolving around guys, that foreva cribbing for a big campus, imitating professors, that coaxing of frens to bunk lectures, checking out the crushes on campus, rating people and wat not!!! Then the endless arguments with frens and voicing our opinions on everything, eagerly waiting for results and then planning for parties, sitting in the canteen for hrs at end, the bitching sessions..... Its like time flew right b4 my eyes!!!!!<br />My most memorable moments would have to be my getting in2 embarrassing situations- my dupatta getting stuck in my professor's button (this was the worst one), my falling down in front of endless people in college, somehow managing to wear same clothes as my frens, almost jumping on a guy to stop him from clickin pics wen he neva wanted me to b in ne of em!!!! i won wanna disclose much in this front here!!! (but i have to admit that in this area one of my fren steals the show completely) hahahaha<br /><br />I'm not the serious kinda person so i pretty much laughed all my 3 yrs in college.. I neva tried to be a part of a group n so i have built lasting relations with some wonderful people.. Now when i look back i wonder if the time machine really exists.. cos given a chance i would want to re-live every moment again!!!<br /><br />Since these yrs are etched on my mind I thot that they deserve a space on my blog.. I want them to be a part of me and everything that i associate myself with...<br /><br />Thank u "college", u made me what I'm today and I could not think of a better "me, myself"... I'll always miss you sooooooo much!!!!!Smriti http://www.blogger.com/profile/16812992526929930230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244371302994633855.post-9455240472131578752008-02-19T22:44:00.000-08:002008-02-19T22:48:13.097-08:00This is funny!!!<p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p>Has it ever occurred to you as to why suddenly the networking sites are burgeoning.. Why suddenly we are hooking on to these sites in search of F.R.I.E.N.D.S????? When we are out there on streets we really don’t get past someone without throwing our ounces of attitude and there we are at home trying to build up such relations with people who we don’t even care exist… So, is the human mind, CONFUSED… I guess so.. And before it occurs to someone that m totally against entering this virtual make-u-feel-good<span style=""> </span>world then I’ll just have to say that u are wrong and I’m myself on one such site, but still it never fails to amuse me all the more.. And believe me, u should also go ahead and become a part of this, not to be a part of the fake world but for sometime just laugh at the things that people do to attract attention…</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">So, as per what I have seen and analyzed I’ll just list out those few traits of what I call an online-networking-syndrome….</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: justify;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="">Ø<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->U’ll find people making endless friends on these sites.. Can u imagine someone having 300, 400 or above 600 friends.. How can u possibly know so many people and remember all their stuff or even be friends with so many people at the same time.. amazes me to know that people have begun to hone skills that we b4 thot neva existed..</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: justify;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="">Ø<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Then u’ll find THEM giving out virtual hugs, kisses, cuddles blah blah and they never do the same when they actually meet on streets.. y??? that remains a big question till date.. I think virtual just remains that, VIRTUAL. And even worse, people do stuff like throw sheep at someone, spank someone, hit with a hammer or even head butt, bite, throw shade at.. and god knows what else.. for god’s sake this is a social networking site so lets just get social please..</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: justify;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="">Ø<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Then there is all time favourite, your profile picture.. Does it really matter that much.. half the responses that u get or half the conversations that u possibly make are about how good <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">ur</st1:City></st1:place> new profile pic luks n then thr is the need of endless replies of thank you’s… As in y do u need to change it al the time, u’l luk jus as good or maybe ugly as u do in <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">ur</st1:City></st1:place> earlier pic..</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: justify;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="">Ø<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->And if that was not enough u have the option of videos and albums which define <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">ur</st1:City></st1:place> happiness in life.. Well u r happy isn’t that good enough... I think the need to announce it to the world and make that last attempt to make them feel more miserable about their already sad life is accomplished... Thanks a lot!!!</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: justify;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="">Ø<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Then my all time favourite- being a part of some community… damn that steals the show... it shouts loud from <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">ur</st1:place></st1:City> profile sayin- U know what I belong to the mocha or M Tv community and that makes me so happening LOSERS!!! What were u thinking before joining such a community, u know u r happening, ur friends know u r happening so y do u need to tell the inconsequential people online that u r happening… u know what, this makes u all the more loserly and non-happening so pls stop doing this…</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Well, even m part of one such site but I think that some people go ovaboard with this networkin bit... Let <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">ur</st1:City></st1:place> friends know u and remember u and not b part of profiles whr someone has to add u jus so u don feel bad or jus so their friend circle increases.. It’s a place where u keep in touch with those who u don wanna lose touch with n this is the best way to do so... So happy networking… </p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p>Smriti http://www.blogger.com/profile/16812992526929930230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244371302994633855.post-84399908562305860942008-02-17T11:14:00.000-08:002008-02-17T11:32:19.806-08:00I want to be something!!!<div style="text-align: justify;">There are times when we want to be someone else!! All of us at some point of time definitely feel that way and i wud be lying to myself if i said no... I do envy a lot of people, their qualities or something else and i do try to soak as much as i can... but there is a positive side to this and at the same time a very negative approach too.. I personally would absorb things that make me more better person in my own eyes, once i accept myself the way i'm or the things that i'm doing then i don't think beyond that... but for some it jus becomes a reason to do things that are more "KEWL" or an opportunity to make friends who they think are even worth beyond 5 mins of conversation...<br /><br />Thats the reason we see people fallin pray to alcohol or smoking or still worse things which i dont think are worth mentioning also... Personally m not against smokin or drinkin, its more about personal choice but if its done just to be a rebel or look cool in the eyes of others who r themselves worthless or in the name of so called stress and depression then I would say dude what were u thinking????<br /><br />These mite sound like a lot of gyan to people but we are amongst very few fortunate ones who are left alone to decide our path and plans.. we have that backin from family and friends and the worst happens when we misuse our opportunities...<br />Looking beyond oneself and beyond one's own needs is a must, once we can do that we have won almost half the battle... This universe is inter related and if we don't contribute our bit to it then be rest assured that we lose out on our share at the same time, it comes full circle.. I believe in leading life my way, and i choose to lead it intelligently... I make my own decisions so better make them quickly cos time is running out!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /></div>Smriti http://www.blogger.com/profile/16812992526929930230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244371302994633855.post-1081757401006882892008-02-11T22:41:00.000-08:002008-02-11T22:59:59.635-08:00NADIR!!!<div style="text-align: justify;">LETS just start with a welcome speech 4 myself, since no1 else is going to do that for me i need to take the step :) I have entered the blogger's KATTA so to speak and it took me so long... I think I denied myself the basic fundamental right of expression till now! Kiddiinnggg!!!<br /><br />Then lets just say that sense prevailed and I landed here, thanks to someone who told me how to go about it!! This is that space on virtual world that I'm strictly prohibited to enter, well no prizes for guessing that, by my mom... But I made better sense of it and said to myself, mom's were meant to say this or else they won't be MOMS, rite!!!!<br /><br />Y did i put it as my second post??? Well lets just say that after starting on an emotional note I wanted to post something more light hearted or else I would be left alone on this planet BLOG!! :)<br />This new medium of expression has come to confuse me all the more. Why do we blog??? To show(off) my talent of writing to absolute strangers? Or to create yet another feel-good factor 4 myself? Or maybe try my desperate last stint at impressing those who I may never see in my whole life???? And to be very honest and outright, we all somewhere or the other come for such reasons, denial is the best escape though!!! But i decided to let it just be the way i feel about it, so I came here to make my presence felt in this whole new world and let myself be a part of the sadist pleasure of a sort... I don't know how many will agree there but as i say, who cares!!!<br />No offense to all those serious bloggers out there cos this is still a platform to speak and share our opinions and so lets just keep it at that only... So here's one to the whole-hearted efforts of blogomaniacs!!! Cheers!!!!<br /><br />DISCLAIMER<br />Now that I'm also a part of the blogosphere I shall write my opinions and views to the maximum proximity of truth... And anything written by me shall be taken as my personal views only (sans any fiction).. Any resemblance to else's thoughts may well be treated as purely co-incidental.....<br /><br />HAPPY BLOGGING :)<br /><br /></div>Smriti http://www.blogger.com/profile/16812992526929930230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244371302994633855.post-49233848101999373822008-02-06T10:11:00.001-08:002008-02-06T10:54:06.591-08:00self being!!<span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:webdings;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Sometimes <span style="font-family:times new roman;">in life v wonder</span> </span>y v need sme1 to reassure us all the time tat they r wit us, behind us and followin us throughout... My major weakness comes out yet agn in open.. The art of detaching oneself from other's grip.. i have been denied this eternal power n i feel so trapped... i lie down here today amidst the thoughts of insanity, maybe i see things with purity or maybe i look 4 good things around me n i find nothing but the defiance. m i at fault or is there too little good to dig for.. well i think I'll go 4 the second one.. not once not twice but zillion times i wud look 4 that thing i want to see.. m a person of strong beliefs and few demands and if that is understood i don't think m a mystery anymore..<br /><br />I see the light<br />I see u standing right there<br />m scared to close my eyes<br />something i won't dare<br />U sit with me, </span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">U talk to me</span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><br />I share with u all my dreams<br />Everything seems jus so right<br />our joy, pain, laughter n fun<br />compels me to not let u out of my sight.....<br /><br />But somewhere my instinct lets me down<br />U seemed so different<br />Yet i still feel all alone!!<br />I let u be a part of me<br />I let u in2 my world<br />But o friend u never would understand!!!!<br />But this girl will rise again<br />cause in my heart i carry the faith<br />that after a long summer, there is that hope of rain!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></div>Smriti http://www.blogger.com/profile/16812992526929930230noreply@blogger.com1