Friday, April 22, 2011

Sitting next to the window...and recalling all the moments from the day I came home till the day I left...and suddenly a drop of tear rolled down on my cheek. "don't forget anything, check whether you have kept everything or not????Get ready fast!!!!" all these words just take me far from my family once again. When my parents come to the airport to drop me, every time there's a different feeling, different pain. Before leaving, touching there feet and taking blessings, is a gesture to show them 'Now I will be fine..Don't worry'. And now this the time to use trump card 'FAKE SMILE'. Yes, fake smile is the best way to hide the feelings and to best way to come out of any situation. After living alone, at least I have learned to control emotions and to cover face with a smile. Many of my friends do ask me, why you keep on smiling and I don't have much to say except saying "I am trying to control myself". But, I can't make this as my weak point because it was my choice to live away and complete further studies and now I can't back off from the reality.
This was just a way of telling my parents how much I miss them....

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Hey friends,
Recently I have came across with a true story which made me think about which I never believed in....and I really wanted to share with you all.
There was girl, who was a very happy go lucky kind of. She loved to be with her friends and was enjoying her life to the fullest. One day she met a guy,might be that was just fate that they both met and they started knowing each other and became friends. Slowly that girl came to know that theres already a girl in boy's life, and he is very true to that girl. But one day, due to some misunderstandings, the guy breaks up with  his girlfriend. After the breakup, the guy became very sad and start drinking and taking drugs. During his worse period of life, this girl supports him and try to convince him that you should move on in life. After a long ,the guy starts realizing the fact, why to care for the one who never cared for him. During this time, the girl and boy became close friends. There friendship grew and so there love, but they never called there friendship as love.None of them accepted what they both feel for each other.They both were happy with each other. After few months, the boy's ex-girlfriend come back in his life. Now, the guy realizes that he do not feel the same love for his ex now, hes happy with the girl. On the other hand the girl do not know how to react?whether to be happy for his friend who finally got back to his life or to cry?????

Interestingly,still I do not know what happened after that????
Still in search of the answer....



Sunday, February 13, 2011

 Wanted to be in this "Blog Race", I am also starting my 1st post....
As the name of the blog suggests MERI KAHANI MERI ZUBAANI, I will try to share my views, stories which  I have gone through in my life...
I would like to start from the day I was born....10th January,1993. When my grandmom came to know that again a girl child born in their family, she fainted.She wanted a boy child. But my parents accepted me which was more than enough. As time passed being a notorious  girl, I enjoyed my life to the fullest with the little things and made my parents feel that their life is not going to be easy till I grow up...:) :)...As I grew up, I started realizing that its not easy to survive in this world.  It takes lot of efforts and face ups and down in life to live it and  enjoy it.But if you are with your parents then you don't need to worry about anything,because they are the one who are always with you...in your good and bad times...though I don't listen to my parents much...;) ;)
  Being a bad writer, I would like to end my first post here. 

        

       -"zindagi main kuchaa banna ho,Kuch hasil karna ho,Kuch jeetna ho.to hamesha apne dil ki suno,Aur agar dil se bhi koi jawaab na aaye.....to apni aankhein band karke apne maa aur baba ka naam.....phir dekhna  tum her manzil paa sakoge,har mushkil aasan ho jayegi,jeet tumhari hogi......sirf tumhari......."