My story book... called LIFE..!!

I have read so many quotes and thoughts about LIFE... and got convinced with none...

One night when I was trapped in my own thoughts... I gave my own definition to LIFE... at least MY LIFE...

I believe that my life is a story book… a book whose author I am myself… though I have co-authors to accompany me but the final copy of my book is entirely mine….

 It’s a book which certainly is not an open book…. Not everybody can read this book and if they can, they cannot read all the chapters… 

There is a substantial evolution of maturity in every succeeding chapter of my book… and each of them casts a varied set of characters...

 These characters make my story… they make it complete and meaning full…

some characters are there from the starting of the book, which help me to embark the story…  without them it was next to impossible to even start this story… they ACTUALLY  give my story a splendid prologue…  these characters r indispensible since the starting till now… and will be till the end of the story…

Some characters enter in the middle of the tale…

Some characters come and go... giving my story some really exciting and worth instances… which keeps the story interesting and keeps me motivated to write more….

Some characters are so promising that my fable gets vain without them and few among these promising ones,  despite of being so important, just take a twist where they get self-erased….

Some characters compel me to end their chapters. I really don’t want them in my story. They complicate things; make it difficult for my own self to understand the actual meaning of the story… these characters lead to a point where it starts getting annoying….

Some Characters transform the entire meaning of the story…. Take it to another level… they are not CHARACTERS… they become CHAPTERS themselves….

As they say… In life, you HAVE to end a few chapters to start new ones…. But I feel it definitely not happens every time…

I have started new and beautiful chapters in my life but, undeniably, not able to close a few which I should….

Some chapters don’t let me end them… They complete my story but are unwanted…. They give meaning to my story but are indefinable… they are magnificent chapters but make my story look ugly…. They are supposed to be ended but I keep on going back to them and try to continue them…. They are a major part of my story that makes me want to linger on to them despite of being aware of the fact that they will be of no more value to my new chapters and the rest of my story… these are among those self-pampering chapters who demand un-due attention… Somewhere I really want to tear those pages off my book but I am not able to... as I said they complete my story…. So, I just try not to flip the pages and read those old, incomplete chapters…. And concentrate on the new ones which are bringing a new meaning to my anecdote...

I, like every other writer, want to write a beautiful saga that brings smiles to everyone’s face…I wish to be strong enough to face those set-backs that make me feel helpless in my pursuit of writing an exquisite story called LIFE..!!

Pre & Post - Party Depressions

Whrs the party Tonite..???!!!

Will be surrounded by self-conscious people around... Hoping to be the most self-confident....

So, the venue, time, dress... everything is decided... and the time starts nowwwww.....

Slipping in my kurta.. but oops... its not actually SLIPPING in... infact m STUCK in.... Damn.... trying to somehow FIT in..... n I succeed....

but.. look at me... whom shud I blame for this tight fit?? sssshhhh m OKAY.....

After adjusting myslf in the mirror, I prefer to take it offf... but tht might take even more time than it took to put on... so... give up... running short of time.... dont wanna take risk...

Thanks to the saviour "Duppatta" that made me camouflage some more extra of myself...

And M in depression.. trying to think of as many people that are wear sizes bigger than me... but continue to be in depression after thinkin of their years of marriage....

So wanna ask everyone in the house to leave and get house arrested by my own extra pounds...

And I reach the Party... happy to hear some real big diplomats praise me on how m looking... praising my dress's colour, pattern, saying tht now cute m lookin... thou i missed the word "sexy"... but i was satisfied...

there was a big anti-derpresant for me.... BOLLYWOOD MUSIC....
and bangggggggggggg... i had lots of fun...!!

after a good session of crazy moves and funky dancing.... there was a session of photograph clicking...

Finally came the moment of post-party depression when I peeped into to digi-cam to have a look at the frame clicked.. and trust me... the frame was toooooo wide....

Was I lookin a bunch of tyers during the whole function??

Were all the pics that were clicked apprehended me as a kids staker toy.. ???

Damn.. I was in depression again....

The story continues.... and me and my depressions live happily ever after..!!

I am an MBA….

There goes the alarm… at 5:30 in the morning…. crap….. it has been years that I saw the clock ticking at this time(now its usual though)… Got up for some exam prep… oh yeah.. everyday is like an exam now…

Two years ago used to I used to get up to prepare myself for Accountancy, Business Economics, Statistics, Financial Management, Marketing Management, HR Management, Retail Management, Communication skills, Productions and Operations Management,etc….

Nothing has changed..
Now I prepare myself to handle the account of my pocket money; handling both micro and macro economy of my house; take care of vital stats of me and the other people in the house; manage household finances; go to the market for shopping the grocery, and motivate, staff, delegate the humans in my house; go to a retail store to manage the best deal; communicate with the families related to me in the best possible way; produce and operate the different spices and vegetables in a way that it avoids wastage and gives the most optimum result.

So, see… nothing has changed….

I was a manager before, I am a Manager now….

Welcome Me..!!

So, after a long wait of my blog to be commenced, it shouts “wait is over”..
Yes, have been thinking from a long time to start pouring my heart out somewhere and alas… here I am….
This is after I saw a friend of mine sharing her blog, which ignited my fire again…

I was missing my habit of writing diary. I stopped writing it long back. Tired catching it up again but thought that I have lost that fire in me…So trying yet another time, the techno way… thru blogging… :)
Hoping to be as good as I was…..

Sometimes I feel I was so much into writing diaries and poem because I never had someone to share my emotions with and hence made my diary, my best friend…Now I have wonderful people around me who can listen to me 24x7… so, my poor diary felt left out.. and then when one day i found it in my closet under my ignored clothes, I realized maybe I was running away from the time which pulled me back…. My poor diary kept all my secrets intact like a true best friend…

Life is cruel… I then save my a** threw that diary in my favorite lake trying to close all the chapters which made me feel opposite of what I am today…

So, starting this blog in anticipation that I will never have to delete this under any circumstances….

Welcome Me….. to the world of Blogs…!!