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College Days

So nice was that life,
So nice were those days;
The most boring of all
Were the Aprils and Mays.

All the feelings and crushes
For the thousand people we had,
On getting just a glimpse of that someone
We used to go mad.

Those lies we said to our parents
To go for picnics and outings;
Those promises we made to them,
“From tomorrow, promise, I’ll start studying”.

The last-minute studying,
The late overnights;
Spending more time making chits
Instead of learning the answers right.

Hours and hours of chatting
About nothing but cool guys;
Oh! He looks hot,
Oh! His smile is nice.

So beautiful were those days
Of cheerfulness bliss;
Those were the good old days
Which I’ll always miss.

I still cherish those times,
When we painted the town red;
We acted as if we’d achieved everything,
As if there was nothing we never had.

It feels really bad to know
That those days would never come back;
All those happy moments we’d lived,
These are the thing which I, now, lack.

Always remember one thing
Live with no regrets.
Always take up as a …

Mr. Cutie and Mr. Hottie

I’m 17 and I just can’t believe that I don’t have a single crush! I mean, come on! I spend majority of my time in Churchgate where I’m constantly surrounded my hot, sexy guys. A crush in this situation is just passĂ©. But no! I have to start showing attitude and act egoistical in front of every fuckin guy!!! Yeah, people think I’m just acting oversmart and that this is my way of seeking guys’ attention and all that shit. U wish. I wish that too, actually. Because atleast that will mean that I’m INTERESTED.
U know, I’d started doubting my preferences but when I realized that I still liked guy celebs (like Ashton Kutcher, Jim Sturgess, Abhay deol, VJ Niel, etc), I breathed a great sigh of relief. Phew! Not everything’s lost. So I started looking at guys, like, really looking. But all I saw was a big pretentious baboon.
Enter Mr. Cutie. Oh! This is the guy. This is the guy I’ve been looking for. Cute, funny and smart. I felt relieved at finally acting normal. But, he had to call me SISTER …

Indian Suicide Hostel

It was afternoon and I was in no mood to reach home early or roam out in d sun. It was also the first day of KCBMM fest – Blitzkrieg. So I thought I’d attend theatre. I just saw one play – ISH (Indian Suicide Hostel). It was based on suicides, just as the name suggests.
The play consisted of a matron who takes care of the hostel and checks whether rules are being followed or not (yes, ISH has rules!). Then there were these 5 people who had committed suicide for totally predictable and stupid reasons – dumped by fiancĂ©, failed exams, Mom & dad gone... Hence, feeling lonely, Blah-dee-blah. Then there was this madman (coz I don’t really know what his role was and also because he always kept laughing, giggling stupidly more like) whose speech was so poor that I couldn’t grasp even a single word he said. All he did was laugh at people who committed suicide. Then there was this to-be-entrant who was just about to commit suicide coz he found his girlfriend was three-timing him (dude, don…

Changing times (or changing me)!

I remember my English teacher lecturing us about change when I was in class 10th. How each and every one of us can bring change in this world if we have the will and determination.
Codswallop! My friends used to say. How is a 14 year old school supposed to change the world? This woman is losing it, I tell you.
But I felt otherwise. I was totally impressed by the idea. I believed her. And I wanted to put my belief into action. I wanted to bring change.
3 months later.....
Excitement coursed through me as I sat there staring at my Orkut profile. I felt like I was a part of the “in crowd”. I felt cool.
I started chatting with my friends. All they used in the chat was words like sup, STFU, LOL, kkkk…ASAP, ASL, d, etc. etc. etc. I felt stupid. Not for myself but for others.
Firstly, they had ruined ‘English language’ and modified it in such a way that it was now unrecognizable and secondly, most of the people’s English was already bad and top it up with this new not-so-cool chat lingo…one word- …


One is a loner…relishes solitude….is so much in love with isolation that goes for shopping and movies all alone… who wears her heart on her sleeve and pours her deepest emotions out to every person who shows the slightest bit of interest in her oh-so-boring life…has put on a few(or maybe not so few) extra kilos in a very short span as a result of being a complete foodie and being exposed to a whole new world of yummy treats just outside her college which was, until recently, her heavenly abode… hates Indian food like anything…is a sucker for sad, romantic songs and books…is very anti-social and her mood-swings are detested by each and every person who knows her….who gets scared of even an almost invisible insect….is a good mimic….and who cannot show attitude to save her life…
….while the other is a dark beauty (she’s far from accepting it..), attitude sits on her nose, loathes romantic numbers…moody, though not much…loves desi food…who is very secretive about her feelings, except when …

Just Smile...

Smile when you’re happy,
Smile when you’re sad,
Smile when you’re feeling low,
Smile even when things turn bad.

Don’t give up just smile,
When things start going wrong,
And your bad times will pass away,
Just like a happy song.

Smile when you’ve lost someone
Who was dearest to your heart.
Remember that life doesn’t stop here
Smile, coz it may be a new start.

Just forget all the pains and worries for once
And think of the joyous days you’ve had.
Just remember to keep smiling always
Coz life is, indeed, not so bad.

Smile, coz it’s the only way
To face problems without fears.
Smile, coz you have to prove to everyone
That there exists no such thing as tears.

Love Will Happen

I’m no angel, no beauty goddess, I don’t make heads turn when I pass by. But I am a girl, a girl who -like everyone else- craves love …. carefree, selfless, lasting love.
And I don’t ask for a dude, stud or a replica of a Greek God, NO! I ask for a man who’ll love me for who I am, who’ll see the real me(no pretences), who’ll find perfection in my flaws, who’ll be by my side forever, come what may, who’ll just say…
“You’re not a dream, You’re not an angel, You’re a woman. I’m not a king, I’m a man, Take my hand.”
And then I’ll go to him and love him like he’s never been loved before. But until then I’ll be waiting coz I know he’s there somewhere and coz I believe in happy endings, atleast in MY HAPPY ENDING….-_-……


I was in 7th and a super fan of cartoons … well, I still am anyways…..
That was the period well known as the “K-SERIAL” era and anyone who didn’t see them were considered uncool. Discussing about what happened in the serial became the favorite pastime and watching the repeat telecasts of each soap more than twice was considered the norm.
It was Friday afternoon and I was glued to my TV screen with such concentration, you’d say I had to give a paper on it next day. All my other friends had school and wouldn’t come back and call me for the next 3 hours. An added bonus! My favorite cartoon was playing-CATDOG, which was to be followed by RUGRATS and then SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS. Ah, bliss!
But I should have known better. My very best friend (who was a die-hard K-SERIAL fan, I daresay) had to get the rest of the day off from school that very day and had to burst into my house (without knocking once) and catch me laughing uncontrollably at a joke from CATDOG.
As soon as I saw her I changed the cha…


Irrevocable and inevitable.
It is the most important part of the learning process,people say.
But what if these mistakes are the reason you can't even look your friends and family in the eye? What if mistakes are the reason you lose a whole future you've been dreaming of since forever? What if there's no one you can come home and pour your heart out to due to the result of someone else's mistakes?
ans: you feel sick, lonely and neglected and end up committing more mistakes.
But now, you've crossed the line...there's no going back.
just when a few years ago you felt like an angel with a halo resting on your head,u feel some new additions now-black color and evil horns.
You hate it. You apologise. You beg for them to have you back. Their heart melts. They forgive.
but there's always that look in their eyes. The trust is lost. Nw all that's left are repercussions followed by regret. And you can't change that. NO! You just learn to live with it and i…