LAZY ME!

My Legs are pretty cold. . . . . the hairs on my hands are rising.. . . . i feel really strange lying on my bed . . . .

i wish there was a fireplace nearby, and i feel a strong urge to switch off the fan . . .

but yet, something stops me. . . . the fan must keep running !! something says i'll have to endure the cold . . . and when heat comes by, i'll have to endure that too . . !!
but i just cant go and switch off the fan . !!

Now, my brain's going berserk ! . . . and . . GOSH , i imajine unthinkable things . . . !
I'M JUMPING FROM A HIGH CLIFF , I'M WALKING STRAIGHT INTO THE FIRE, AND I'M DOWNING IN A TERRIFYING OCEAN . . .
IT'S FREEZING, N I JUST DONT FALL ASLEEP . . . .

I LOOK AT THE FAN . . . IT'S STILL RUNNING IN AN UNIMAJINABLE SPEED. . . . .
I CLOSE MY EYES. . . BUT I DREAM OF THE FAN FALLING ON MY HEAD . . .

I TURN AROUND, I FIDGET, . . . I CALL OUT FOR HELP . . . BUT PEOPLE ARE ASLEEP . . .

it's time i do something out of my way . . .
i push away my blanket, slowly stand up, walk a few steps forward . . . . . . and SWITCH OFF THE FAN . . . .


then everything comes back to normal. . . i come back to bed and sleep soundly. .
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this entry might sound silly to all u people reading the blog. . . . but guys, we've got to contemplate on things ( however silly they might seem ) and think about it deeply before coming to a conclusion . . .

In this post, I've revealed the most darkest side of me. . . . my most dangerous enemy and my dreadful weakness. . . . " MY LAZZINESS "

i always knew this and wanted to tell u . . . . when ur body stops moving, ur mind goes running like a maniac . . . .
when u feel depressed and sit around in a chair doing nothing, . . . believe me, it's gonna be more painful . . . ! so keep yourself engaged. . . . . keep ur mind in control . . . ! if u let it waver, it will never let u be in peace . . .


ok guys, so all of you listen to this little girl . . . stop being lazy and watch ur lives change . . .

i'm gonna change, too . . . i'm planning to become the most hyperctive girl in the town . .

k, c ya soon . .
byeeeee

just thinking aloud...

i don't expect him to call..
nor do i call & nag him.
but when we talk, we talk for hours..
forgetting the world,
forgetting ourselves,
and not bothering how time flies.
we laugh, we fight, we plan, we gossip..
"WE!"the word sounds so good when i say it..

his looks, attitude, attire, everything appeals to me
i could even keep looking at him,
and hearing his voice till eternity!
but i don't tell him.
i don't tell anyone..
Yet, somewhere i think he knows too.
and maybe he thinks of me as much as i do..
because when he looks at me & i catch his eye,
i can see it tell me a thousand things..
of affection, of attraction, of love..

Independence or interdependence?

Today is exactly one year since the last independence day. but it's pretty much the same (feels like deja vu actually!
i wake up early to realise it's a holiday, squat around the house lazily, reply to all those "happy independence day" messages, switch on the tv and while away the whole day in front of it! "what better way can u celebrate ur freedom?", i ask myself! :)

All the channels telecast special programs- new movies, interviews, dance shows... ( hardly connected to the independence day.. unless u consider Salman khan without his shirt as his decision to be independent) "well, it suits me", i say and continue watching the programs!
But unfortunately for me, i come across a channel where the prime minister is trying to give some sort of a speech and my dad insists on hearing it. so i leave the tv set with daddy n look for something else to do. i try reading the newspaper; but it's the same old stuff again _ ppl celebrating, stories of good old days (or probably bad old British days!, interviews, etc.

So i think, instead of wishing me 'happy independence day', you could wish me 'happy any other day'!
Hey but wait a minute! i cant be such a lame loser. i gotta think of a way to make this day more meaningful. so i sit with pen in hand and think....

India was already independent when i was born. "so i'm totally an independent freak", i think..

And suddenly, the power goes off and my room becomes dark and still.. i start cursing the electricity board by all obscene names i can recollect and grope around the house for a torch light. but since i don't fancy keeping things at it's proper place, i do the usual thing- "mom! can u get me the torch light please?" and i hear the familiar response- " oh, u always keep asking me to get ur things! why cant u be more independent?"

Irritated, i decide to go out for a drive and bring bhel puri! but today being my very lucky day, my scooty does not start. i once again recollect all the obscene words and tell it to the scooty. i call it a pig that has eaten rat droppings. but yet, the scooty wouldn't start. i try to find whats wrong with it for some three minutes. but since my mechanical knowledge is nut sized, i telephone the mechanic and ask him to service it tomorrow.

I go back into the house and stare at my mobile phone which now says - LOW BATTERY, and gets switched off!
by then mom lights a candle and i sit beside it with nothing to do, but a whole lot of things tothink about.

I realize I'm not independent. in fact, nobody is!
I need the electricity board to give me a good night's sleep, i need a mechanic to help me travel, i need my mother to fetch me a simple torch light and i need a mobile phone to lead my whole fast paced life...

So i decide, i'm not an independent individual after all.. ! but somewhere i remember studying something about 'inter-dependency' in my primary school...
then i smile and wish myself a happy interdependence day :)

luv,
yeshu :)