EXPECTATIONS.......

"I expected that she would be there for me"; this was the statement that I blurted out, just a few days ago. It made me think about EXPECTATIONS..... what does it actually mean?? It means we predecide the reaction of a person on the other side,i.e, whether he should laugh/cry/get irritated...etc etc.
Parents expect that their children should get good grades in all subjects.How can they expect good grades in science when actually the kid is in love with history and is not interested in science.
Friend's expect.... I was there for her so he/she should be there for me.Well, maybe you did something for him /her, but you cannot decide whether they'll do something for you. Maybe they have some more important commitments then....maybe you are not as important to them as you treat them to be.
I expected he would play well, he normally does so. May be he is injured , may be he is not well, may be he didn't sleep last night....
How can we expect certain from completely different people...whose mentalities, working conditions, life itself... can never be like ours..because we definitely are different.
And then we say "EXPECTATIONS hurt". Yes!! they definitely will, because we think we can decide for others.
So, my dear friends...... the only person you can expect from is yourself and noone else, because you understand yourself better than you understand anyone else.

I MARRIED YOU..........

You must have heard of the age old love stories…. LAILA-MAJNU……………;HEER-RANJHA….. ROMEO-JULIET…; and the list goes on!!!! All were great lovers of their times and are idols for the young generation especially for those who are in love. Have you noticed something…. All the legends…. Whom I just mentioned were NOT MARRIED. Had they married they wouldn’t have got a place in history. Cause, marriage with it brings so much more responsibility and still more patience to fill in the vast differences between two people.

Every time you see your husband throwing things here and there, making your shelf untidy whenever he takes out his shirt, losing things and looking at you…… as if you misplaced it somewhere….. lolz … the LOVE just VANISHES into thin air. And the same rule applies for husbands….. When their bank accounts seem like crashing stock markets every time their wives come out of a beauty parlor smiling… when they make a droopy face and say… this is the last jewelery ill purchase or when the hungry husband returns home and is greeted by a pathetic face…. Sooooorryyy I forgot to tell you… rice wasn’t there at home … so I didn’t cook…LOVE just EVAPORATES…

Seriously, we forgot to pay respect to all those people who with all these differences still stayed with each other and cared for each other. This is LOVE… when everyday in the morning you are happy to see your better half lying beside you, peacefully… although yesterday night you had a big argument. When you know although you both are so different still the other one is the only person before whom you can tell whatever you want…… . When no matter how depressed you are… you forget your worries trying to make the other happy. When there is someone who braves your failures and celebrates your successes as if it were his/hers. When although one fights with you… still when you are hurt cries for you… when one is angry on you…. Still prays to god if you are late for home….

So, dear friends at least for me, from now on, its NOT gonna be the usual I LOVE YOU.. but forever and ever I MARRIED YOU

WAS IT A DREAM???

“Tia, no you can’t go alone”; “mamma please, im already in my 11th, I can go alone……..it’s only 18 kms from here”; “keep the phone Tia, let papa come we will go together, I have lots of work today.” But as expected the phone rang and from the other side and a male voice said, “Tia beta, don’t worry you take out your bicycle and ill handle your mom ……..and don’t forget to give my wishes to your friend”. Papa is the best……. That’s what Tia thought and gave the phone to her mom……….. Mrs. Ray’s husband as always took his daughters side “Priya, she’s old enough let her go ……her friend stays only 18 kms from here if she leaves now she’ll reach in 1 hour….we should let her discover the world and here all know us, there wont be any problem”…..Mrs. ray kept the phone and looked at tia and said “ok, you can go and don’t forget to call me back as soon as you reach, and wait wait take this gajar ka halwa she really likes it.” Tia shouted, “You are the best parents ever”……and she went down the lane of her first ever journey alone……..


“Bye Hari uncle…….bye Chachi…hey Sunita im going to my Sarita’s house on my bicycle”…….Sunita waved at her and shouted “have a nice day Tia and tell me how was it.” On the way she stopped near a park and plucked some fresh flowers for her best friend and smiled and said, “sarita, it will be the best surprise for your birthday.” It was 4:00 pm and the weather was quite a pleasant one…..but oh god this wasn’t in plans it started raining heavily and she stopped at a small bus stand. A man with a big moustache was standing there and gave her a grim look…….there were three ladies sitting and gossiping they didn’t even turn to look at her……just then a young boy entered the dilapidated bus stand and kept staring at her……but, she was just bothered that, was the rain going to spoil her otherwise first….would be… adventurous short trip….. all alone. The rain didn’t seem to stop and she was already very tired. She decided to take a short nap.

Suddenly she heard so many voices …..As if there was some party going on. She opened her eyes to see that it was 8:00 pm. “Oh god! I slee….pt so laaate….oh my god what am I doing in this palace? My bicycle??” She turned to see it was kept right behind her but it wasn’t leaning to a dilapidated wall. The wall was polished one with craft work on it. She was confused and thought how tensed her mom would be??? She stepped outside the room …… it was a magnificent palace and there were so many men and women celebrating. All dressed, like the people in the fairy stories, that her grand mother used to tell her, when she was small. All dressed in exquisite jewellery and such beautiful costumes…..her eyes remained fixed they didn’t blink even. Suddenly someone pulled her inside and pushed her to the corner wall and closed her mouth…..two armed men crossed the balcony where she was standing. She stamped the feet of the boy who held her and blurted out, “you are the same boy who was standing in the bus stand?” “But why are you dressed like a prince”…… he smiled and said, “Because I’m the prince and it’s my engagement ceremony going on.” Suddenly Tia felt that she was staring at a very handsome young man…….prince. “What is your name?” she asked. He replied “I am Adwaitya”……. “But how did I come here? And why did you pull me inside when you saw those guards coming.” He replied, “You won’t understand”…… “If they had seen you they would have killed you”…….. “But why??? What have I done I don’t even know where I am?”….. “You are in the palace of Maharaja Ranjit.” Suddenly they heard a shrill voice “Rajkumar Adwaitya …….. Rajkumar Adwaitya” …….

He went outside keeping Tia guessing what was happening. An elderly woman in a beautiful sari …was enquiring. Adwaitya said, “Pranam matashri”. The over dressed woman asked “What are you doing in this room?”…. “No no im not doing anything”….. Then she moved her fingers on his head and continued “I know you are upset. I know you don’t want to marry but believe me it’s for your good that maharaja has arranged this girl……..look at Mrimayee how beautiful she is looking.” He didn’t say anything but told he would go down in some time……..the lady smiled at her and went away. Meanwhile Tia was almost in tears. He returned back to her and said “how can you girls cry so easily, I wish, I could even cry and tell that I don’t want to marry her……and anyways you look still prettier when you cry”……… and as all must be knowing once you praise a woman she forgets her tears…….and tia wasn’t any exception…….she blushed and said “stop joking and tell me how can I go from here.” He was lost in her small tiny eyes which already looked lost. He held her hand and took her to a door behind the room…..Tia said... “Oh! I forgot my cycle” wait here ill get it and in next few moments they got inside a big cave like thing with many torches …….it led into a beautiful and a big garden…..it had flowers of all types …….Adwaitya plucked one beautiful pink rose and gave it to her and then plucked a blood red apple and said “ you must be hungry please have it” just then Tia realized that she had been very selfish all this while and asked, “So, the Rajkumar doesn’t want to marry but he’s being forced to marry……” he stopped there and held her hand and said, “Tia, if I tell something you won’t believe. When I saw you in the bus stand standing alone smiling to yourself……I had lost my heart to you that very moment……I had agreed to get married but after I saw you I…..” Tia was shocked and of course very happy that PRINCE had fallen in love with her……..but she hid her happiness and showed only the shock “what?” ……. “Yes Tia” , but you don’t belong to my world and …….then suddenly he pulled her inside a bush and group of men, all armed, walked down the way…..trampling the tender grasses below there feet. Meanwhile through the leaves in the bushes, Tia kept on staring at him…….and as soon as they went she asked “ what do you mean by that and what world…… who are you?” “Tia, its 16th century……” that was enough to make Tia faint…….

“Tia beta ……….Tia beta open your eyes, I told you but you didn’t listen”………..the voices seemed like her parents voices. She opened her eyes and there she was lying on the lap of her mother. “How did I come here?......I was……I was…..” her father caressed her hair and said beta don’t worry uncle Hari saw that you had fainted in a bus stand…… he had gone to take shelter there because of rains….. “And… where is Adwaitya…..”….. “Which Adwaitya, Tia you were there alone in the bus stand”…… she looked at her right hand the pink rose was still there in it………and closed her eyes and slept……

While going that way again Tia kept staring at the bus stand till it perished from her eyes……. The car stopped at a small black colored gate and her granny came out and hugged her tightly….that day at night granny told Tia……. “Tia you know, that old bus stand on the way …….people say it was a big palace long back……and it is said that……it was a fateful night…..the prince of the palace had his engagement but there was a fire outbreak and the whole palace had perished.” Tia took out her diary and took out the rose and asked “Was the name of the prince Adwaitya?” granny said “I don’t know the name of the prince but the king was Maharaja Ranjit”……….. A drop of tear rolled down her eyes and fell on a petal of the flower…….and she wrote in her diary, “I don’t even know whether my first love was a truth or dream…….”

frustrated thoughts!!!

The other day my exams of 1st yr Msc were to begin and guess what the stress of exams took the form of a poem……….. Folks I really don’t believe studying is that difficult still the emotions that day were uncontrollable!!!



And yep, C.N.S = CENTRAL NERVOUS SYSTEM. (I have used the word C.N.S in between)




Studies are very difficult
Anatomy makes me gloomy
It’s like digestion without tummy
Physiology is like a terrible sound
That made my oval window round
And biochemistry is scientist’s fault
Like food cooked without salt
C.N.S has rattled my brain
It stimulates my sensation of pain
Abdomen could not be digested
All this waste needs to be excreted
Vitamins may be like a holy saint
But, its deficiency is making me faint
Thorax increased my heart rate
Ion channels in me have closed their gate
Special senses may be human’s gain
But it only made my lacrimal glands rain
Proteins increased my gastric motility
Carbohydrates now taste very salty
Classrooms seem like battle grounds
And studies like big, barking hounds
So, ultimately I decided, to fight
And overpower all the enemies at sight!!!


But but……..all stories wrapped up….. Studies are important and we need to understand that!!!! So folks study hard ;)

DRUG FOR MY LIFE.......... my sister!!!!

The other day I was excited to find an old file……. Which i thought that I had lost……but thanks to my superhero (my husband) I got it. My happiness knew no bounds and was converted in the form chicken pakoda, no points for guessing that it was a prize for my better half, nevertheless he deserved it.

The file had my old certificates report cards….and more than that it had those letters which my dearie rimu (my sister) wrote whenever I was low…….some old photographs of us together, cards she gave me on my birthdays…….hm….I felt as if I got the national treasure. The next moment I was simultaneously smiling and crying. It’s a famous proverb “BECAUSE GOD CANT REACH EVERYWHERE HE MADE MOTHERS”; but for me, god became extra kind and gave me a sister like her. I was in class three and she was in class one…….. friends used to bully me a lot…..and there she would be like my god mother, would come from nowhere…… push me aside and pinch those bullies, make faces at them, and would end up getting scolding from teachers. Still there won’t be a shade of sadness on her face and would hold my hand and say; “didi next time they tell you anything just tell me.” Sometimes I wonder am I really older to her? I saw people questioning her abilities but she would be least bothered………her favorite dialogue is “tension lene ka nahin deneka”

Her optimism towards life and her practical approach is like a drug for me……every time im in a fix I think what would have she done if she was in my place……many people call her Preity Zinta probably coz of her dimple……but for me her character is exactly like the one of Kareena in Jab We Met……always in the constant go of spreading happiness. I have never seen her yelling at anyone. Enemies, this word is just not in her dictionary. Her letters to me would be mixture of some songs which would ultimately make me laugh. I bet just sit near her for two minutes and you would be charmed. No, it’s not because she is beautiful but because of the way she is. If people have some talent they boast about it, but she quietly does her work and always remains grounded. Make her stay near some devil, I bet it will also become a saint. Yes! She is younger to me but she is my inspiration. I feel she is my good luck charm……..and now that Im married I really miss our long drives, eating gupchup like mad ( even if we had a one rupee then also we used to go and …one she ate and the other one I ate), pastries of Dinshaw’s (was our favorite), wearing same colored dresses…….and our long gossips…….hm

RIMU, I really miss being with you…. For you are not only my sister but just everything for me and everyday I don’t forget to thank god cause I must have been special, for he gave me one of his best creations….and its u. TOUCHWOOD!!!!!!

Sitara……..for me the Shining Star

“Aunty, chips are bad for health, and it also causes obesity”; “what????” I exclaimed! In front was sitting a girl who must have been in her nursery. I turned pink in shame when my better half didn’t forget to giggle. That’s because, to bring happiness on my face full of anxiety, on seeing the chips stall he had forgotten his duty as a doctor. And with much reluctance he had purchased those so called junk food. Forget it…..here I was forced to wrap the packet and keep it inside the bag, as her little eyes pierced through me. She wasn’t to stop there. She went again….”and aunty, that cold drinks in your bag isn’t good even, it’s actually ACID” I was thinking now what was that baby. And my dear husband didn’t forget to poke at me. With lot of difficulty I smiled at the kid and asked her,” what is your name?” she replied, “I am sitara”. I asked her parents in which class she studied. I had guessed correct she was in nursery. They said,” please don’t mind we have told her all this to keep her away from junk food.” I told them not to worry and that it was perfectly fine with me.


The next moment, the enemy of my favorite diet chips and cold drinks was sitting on my lap and gossiping with me. I asked her what her favorite color was. She had replied, “Pink”. “Oh! That’s a beautiful color sitara”, I exclaimed. “And, what do like to eat sweetheart?” “Mmmmmm… I like apple…you know an apple a day keeps doctor away.” She said she loved to sing dance and draw. She asked me if I could tell some story. I didn’t hesitate because by that time I had known that this train journey would be a memorable one. I told the same age old story of Cinderella and how her patience won. She said, “Aunty know what, I have heard this story so many times but this time I learnt a new moral.” I asked her “and what is it?” she said, “Patience, can get you anything you want.” Oh! I was really happy that I could impress the generation next. This time it was my turn I requested her to tell me one. She told, “There was a small boy. He used to think a lot. All said he would do nothing in his life. And that he was a big fool. Slowly time passed and he grew up. One day he was sleeping under an apple tree. Suddenly an apple fell down and he again thought and thought….and discovered the laws of gravitation. And made us understand that gravity makes everything come down. And that boy was no one else but the famous scientist Newton. I looked at her awestruck. I just couldn’t believe a kid studying in nursery knew who Newton was and what gravity is. Before I could come out of the shock, my husband asked her to sing one of her favorite songs. She requested us to stand and to add to my shock she sang Jana Gana Mana….without any mistake.


Her proud mom smiled and said that it was the first prayer they had taught her. That small kid and her parents left such an impression on me that I fail to describe in words. That impact wads too strong one to be deleted from my mind. And every train journey following that one made me remember them. Kudos to the parents who although were working hard in their offices still could instill such confidence and patriotic fervor in their kids.


Dear sitara, now every time I see the chips packet, I turn around and yep! Thanks to you cause now I know the reason for obesity.

HAPPY WOMEN'S DAY !!!!!

Today I feel liberated
I feel like flying high
Higher than mountains and sky
Yes! I am not afraid to die


Today I don’t feel underestimated
I feel like proving beyond doubt
There’s nothing that I can’t do
And can’t give opinion about


Today I feel highly elated
I feel like telling everyone
The world knows my importance
And knows, I am not less than anyone


Today I don’t feel manipulated
I feel the power in my soul
Yes! I can reach the finish line
No matter how many stones you roll


Yes! Today I feel rejuvinated
I feel the warmth in sun’s ray
It makes me feel just so special
And I happily celebrate WOMEN’S DAY