Missing u.. Mumma!!

i have always associated a particular smell with hospitals-a weird combination of antiseptics, injections, medicines and room fresheners... makes me want to throw up each time. hospitals are places of both death and birth,but it's always the former that i have associated with these places. they even smell of death. even the swankiest ones. green cloth, stretchers, dark rooms,white uniforms... and that smell. nothing has helped me get that smell out of my system.i hope a blog post helps this time...

mom is admitted in d hospital.. and now a days veryday i'am goin there to meet her, to feed her and to chat with her.. as well as praying god when will b she come back to home..?? its really painful to stay @ home without her... missing her badly.. :(

To them I owe it all!!

Take care of your parents..... THEY ARE PRECIOUS.........

If you think that this is just another Thanksgiving note…It’s not!!!It’s a short (trying) description of the things I owe to the species called “Parents”...

Age 12- Mom, why don’t you give me pocket money like other parents to eat in the school canteen?Age 15-Daddy, I am 15, I can use Internet, please give me SPACE to grow.Age18- It was just a breezer Dad; I am an adult now, stop treating me like a kid.

Didn’t you always think that time was passing by and you had many things to achieve in life?No one wants to be old. Everyone needs their space, so do your Parents. Maybe they are not cool enough but they were, before they switched to parenthood.
They have spent most of their life in cleaning your SHIT.
SHIT, when you were a stinking baby.
SHIT, when you pronounced all those crappy words in your Teens.
SHIT, when you were are an adult (young). You never stood by when they needed you the most..

And here they are today, your parents; awaiting your singe call to say a “Hi” rather than, “Mom, I am not going to be home on this vacation"...
I am not giving you Gyaan. I didn’t follow these crappy things either. But, hey, I am making an effort here. An effort that can help you make someone’s day.Remember the chapter we read when in 8th std, I guess. That talks about a simple logic of making 3people happy in a day leading to 3000 gradually. So, as charity begins at home, why not initiate??

I just want to say .. “Mom, Dad I love you a lot. And thanks for being there for me”.

Love and Like

Well this post comes from personal experience with a tinge of poetry in the end..It goes like this..

Infront of the person you like, your heart beats fasterBut infront of the person you love, you get happy..
Infront of the person you love, winter seems spring..But infront of the person you like, winter is just beautiful winter..
Infront of the person you like, you can't say everything on your mind..But infront of the person you love, you CAN..
Infront of the person you like, you tend to get shy..But infront of the person you love, you can always show your own self..
You can't look straight into the eyes of the one you like..But you always smile and stare into the eyes of the you love..
When the one you like is crying, you end up comforting..But when the one you love is crying, you end up crying youself with them...
So if you stop liking the person you used to like, all you need to do is..
Turn your face..But if you try to close your eyes, LOVE turns into a drop of tearAnd remains in your heart forever....

Stop AIDS..!!

World Aids Day... well just another day in our lives... but just 1 day less in the lives of Aids patients.... why is it that every yr when this day arrives , n all the talk abt Hiv n Aids start... 1 or 2 mnths down the line and every1 has forgotten about it... i think we as citizens are more responsible for this. Even today i see top delegates of the world countries meeting in a nice location to DISCUSS abt the situation...My Point is WHAT IS LEFT TO DISCUSS... the situation is terrible... 6 million aids patients... 3 million of them r the poorest of poor... cannot afford the retro-viral drugs which in developed countries is taken for granted...

A formal request to ppl of the world :

Every human being is born with the right to live... no other human is lesser or higher than any1... every 1 is equal.... Me ... I consider my self HUMAN FIRST N INDIAN SECOND... We aree known to spend so much of our time and money on materialistic objects that we have forgotten that it is every humans responsibility to look after 1 another... How about spending some time volunteering .... looking after patients , or children in shelters... how about donating a part of ur earnings to organisations like CRY , AYBI and other organisations who are doing a magnificient job in taking care of ppl... So i think time has come for us to realise that all this time of talking and discussion on topics is over TIME HAS COME FOR ACTION.... we should all help in small little ways in terms of time and money to help humans not only in india but all over the world....

MiXeD eMoTiONs...

Why do I often fail to understand the person I always thought I knew well?
Why is it that though I 'know' evryone around me is good, i cant overlook the fact that they DID hurt meat some point or the other?
Why do I never forget to forgive those who brought tears to me and hardly remember the times they made me smile?
......

Ant there are so many unanswered 'WHYs' which still haunt me!
I love and Hate a person at the same time....I cry and smile at the same moment....Ifeel Loved and Hated at the same instant....Moreover, I Trust and Doubt the Same Person... I regret Trusting those Few i did, at times.... and also regret NOT Trusting those I dint!
Am I the only One going through this turmoil of Mixed Emotions or is there anyone else to accompany me on this path??
(Btw, DO I NEED A FELLOW TRAVELLER???)

Think Again

They deem me mad
Because I will not sell my days for Gold;
I deem them mad
Because they think my days have a Price...

"Self-Consciously"

"Good evening,How are you?"
"Fine,thank you", were the only words we exchanged.
Then,side by side,we started walking.....feeling uneasy.
Both were aware of the uncomfortable silence...
We stopped,smiled...awkwardly... apologetically... blushed red... groped for words.
But to no avail.
With beads of perspiration on our heads...
We walked on and on self-consciously......
Just something I wrote long back..this has been really close to my heart....