A wriggle to know the real me, to explore the things coming out in my way.. a lot has done yet a lot has to be done.. i hardly have any regret from life.. i just love my life the way it is for if the past haven't had happened i wouldn't have know the value of my present n my future.. My blog is a reflection of what i feel when I'm glad to skyrocketing heights and also when I'm low to seabed depths.. my experiences.. my memories and many more things that you may revael youself..!!

Wednesday, November 30, 2011


"Some want change..and some deny it"..!!

Change..change is the only constant in life..have heard it before..well i'm sure you have had..perhaps it's true..possibly change is the only actual essence of life..and may be this is a necessity too..but certainly it is the bitterest too..ever heard about the phrase 'Resistance to change!'..it says all..doesn't it..??
On the contrary we humans also have a shade of changing our colors < yes,just like a chameleon! > as according to our convenience..when we are tired enought to stand along a friend,,when we are done with someone,,our purpose being solely sorted out,, etc etc..!!
we start finding excuses..to change..!!
To me situations can change but not a person..afterall how can a leopard change his spots..mm maybe when pigs fly..!!

So those who have been cheating you will keep cheating,those who have been letting you down 'll keep up to the same..and those who have been making you happy..well cling to them..they are hard to find and a gem of a person..rare n pure..make them your lives n live with them..breathe each breath with they beside you..and never let them go..coz they are the ones that'll always make you happy..!!

PS::Don't let yourself change if you are happy with it..but stop being what you are not that wont keep you and persons around you happy for long..Be you..and let nothing change it..!!

!f YoU @Re Not..!!

If you're not in love with a soldier, you can't know adventure. You don't know smelly gray PT uniforms that require a daily washing. You can't understand green and brown camouflaged bags flooding your bedroom floor.

If you're not in love with a soldier, you can't understand the meaning of the phrase "going to the field" and the weeks you spend away from each other.

If you're not in love with a soldier, you can never imagine the hole in your heart when that phone call comes? "Honey, I am leaving tomorrow to go overseas. I don't know how long I will be gone or exactly where I am going, but I want you to know that I love you - always!"

If you're not in love with a soldier, you don't know what it's like to say that final good-bye. You don't know what it really means to be glued to the television. You don't understand fear and you can't possibly understand the sleepless nights of endless crying wondering if you will ever see the love of your life alive again.

If you're not in love with a soldier, you can't know the immense joy, the uncontrollable smile, or the butterflies in your stomach when you see your soldier march into the family waiting area upon redeployment. You can't understand the self-control it takes to stand on the other side of the room as some higher-up gives a seemingly endless welcome home speech while all the soldiers stand in formation. You don't know what it's like to have that second first kiss or what it's like to experience puppy love all over.

If you're not in love with a soldier, you can't truly understand how to make every moment count because you never know when that phone call may come again.

PS::If you're not in love with a soldier, you can never really understand how very delicate life is..!!


Wednesday, November 9, 2011


Droping a note on one of the topics I preffer not commenting on..
O yes..it's LOVE..!!

Believe it or not but once in your life, you meet someone who turns your world upside down and then you are ready to aver  them stuff that you’ve never went halves with one more bosom and they osmose lock stock and barrel you say and as a matter of fact crave to catch manifold.
 You chunk utopia for the ulterior, castles in the air, bourne that didn’t hold breath and the numerous letdowns life has dashed at your face. When anything stupid yet stupendously miraculous.. incredible (to you) transpires, you can’t hold up to break the news to them about it, knowing they will share in your sparkle. They are not bugged to shed a tear with you when you are messed up and ail or roll in the aisles with you when you take down a peg. Never do they vex your emotions or make you feel like you are for birds, but rather they puff you up and grandstand you the little things about yourself that make you smashingly special, unique and even beautiful. There is never any twist arm, covetousness or clash but only a serene buttoned up calmness when they are any which way. You are then absolutely yourself and don’t frown about how they will take you because they love you for who you are.
The stuff that seems meager to most people such as a pic, a letter/e-mail, a song or walk become precious prized possessions locked safe in your heart to be cherished forever and ever. Flashbacks of your nonage come back and are crystal clear and vivid it’s like being young once again. Colors seem brighter, true to life and much more ablaze. Glee seems atom of daily life where earlier it was scanty or didn’t prevail at all. And a single hello or two during the whole long day aids to get you through a hectic work schedule and without a doubt brings a shining smile to your face.
While they are around, continuous conversation is not required; you are content in just having them nearby. Things that never drawn your attention before become alluringly enchanting owing to the fact that you certainly know the significance of this person in your life..  Who is so special to you. This person is in your head (read heart) during every occasion and in each of your deed. Even simple things draw them to your mind like an ashy blue sky, mild strokes of air, morning dew, sober sweet smelling flowers or a child’s smile. You agape your heart knowing that there may be a fall of cards..it may be pulled to pieces some day but in opening your heart, you get acquainted with a love and delight that you thought was never going to happen to you.
 More surprising is that you enjoy being vulnerable.. to allow your heart to absorb pure ecstasy that’s so real.. it scares you.. literally. You discover vigor in knowing that you have a sincere buddy and God willing a soul mate who will continue being true-blue to you till the end and even thereafter. Life appears poles apart in toto, thrilling yet so calm.. absolutely worthwhile..!!

PS nothing.. :P ( toldya.. i preffer not sayin much about LOVE..!! )

Sunday, November 6, 2011

M!$$ u $wtHrt..!!

Was thinking about you for a while..you are travelling ryt nw..n I dun think I’ll b posting ds one too soon..for I cant stop myself from crying..bt m cryin of happiness..cz nw I kno dat u’ll b bk soon..the trauma I had been through since last nite is nt explainable..i dun hw words to express the feeling I had at the thought of nt being able to c you soon enuf..n nw dat I knw dat no d saint gonna happen..m more dn jus happy..wonder wat will I don wen u’ll get married (evn though I’ll d happiest one dat day n m eagerly waiting for ds to happen asap)..bt ya seriously..we hav nt been lyk frnds..frm day 1 we treated e/o lyk siblings..infact u actually wer the way to b treated lyk my sibling anyway..i have learnt a lot from you sweethrt..n in ds course of lyf..i knw whether we had been there for e/o physically or nt bt we kept supporting e/o lyk anything..trust me if I say u r a strong pillar of my  being..you are a brilliant example of feminism..you always have a strong outer shell arnd u evn when u r tearing apart inside..the most important thing I’ll lyk to mention is dat u knw the art of forgivness..i have come a/c a lot of people in my life who say they have forgiven one n all..but u stand out in this particular square..u have a golden hrt dat forgvs everyone..like literally everyone..nomatter hw bad ppl have been yo you..you hav been genuine enough to forgive them w/o sayin anything..you nvr evr keep any grudges..n u knw wat that's makes you EKSHA..!!
I love you sweethrt..there had been nothing that we haven’t shared..i pray to almighty that ds friendship remains a bond for life..!!

lemme also tell u dat u r too gud in makin faces.. :P

 PS loads of love … xoxoxo.. I suppose m gonna post it now only.. :P ..!!

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

I W0uLd NoT p!cK Th@T fl0wEr FoR y0u..!!

My husband is an engineer by profession. I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.

Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit that I am getting tired of it.

The reasons of me loving him before has now transformed into the cause of my restlessness. I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings. I yearn for romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love.

One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, and I wanted a divorce.

"Why?" he asked, shocked. "I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in the whole world!" I answered.

He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought. My feeling of disappointment only increased. Here was a man who can't even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him?

And finally he asked me "What can I do to change your mind?" Somebody said it right, it's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess I have started losing faith in him. Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered "Here is the question: 'If you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind. Let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?'" He said, "I will give you your answer tomorrow." "My hope just sank by listening to his response.

I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door that [reads]:

"My Dear,
I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further"

The first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading: "When you use the computer you always mess up the software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers to that I can help to restore the programs. "You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. "You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy. "You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom. "You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help clip your nails, and help remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand and tell you the color of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face . "Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do I could not pick that flower yet and die."

My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting. And as I continue on reading:

"Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk."

I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread. Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone.