tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77204604785166489002024-03-13T19:19:58.612+05:30the Insatiable SoulUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger97125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720460478516648900.post-65428158057411108692015-11-25T16:49:00.000+05:302015-11-25T16:49:37.587+05:30Make sentences
I am not able to write
I want to write short stories, may be a poem or two, and babble a lot about my boring life.
Oh when everything seems perfect, i think boredom is nearby.
Life becomes hectic with so many caps to adorn ,of a mother, chef, maid,cleaner, housewife and finally being me.Oh I don't know where I fit in all these.
One thing for sure, it has taught me, that we canUnknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720460478516648900.post-31229656564658090032015-09-10T16:19:00.003+05:302015-09-10T16:19:54.679+05:30My little one and The New Laptop
Mummy you got a Laptop for me ?
Wow it is very nice. Now I am going to work like you.You work in your laptop and I will work in mine.
After few minutes of playing in the laptop, mummy this laptop is not that good. I want aUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720460478516648900.post-16211562179014358992015-03-20T21:33:00.000+05:302015-03-20T21:33:34.605+05:30Movie Reviews - Gangs of Wasseypur 1 & 2
Yeah it released last year some time but couldn't get to watch it. I watched it recently and it is that type of movie which makes you feel that how tough is life for people of dhanbad or part of west bengal. I mean movie may be fictional or some part of it might be true too but its all ends in a sad note.
The movie is all about revenge from the grandpa era to the young generation. Its Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720460478516648900.post-3765781262500888502014-06-25T14:56:00.001+05:302014-06-25T14:56:54.745+05:30Whats in a name
There is lot to it if u think so.After all its going to be stuck to you whole life .(Yeah some do change it through legal proceedings). But I am not going to look into that for now.
When I was pregnant, I and my hubby had selected on few names for our unborn baby. If it was going to be a boy, We would have named him Aarav and if it was a gal, then we would have named her Aarohi.
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720460478516648900.post-66593176395762353242014-05-03T14:49:00.000+05:302014-05-03T14:49:31.103+05:30Why stay here
When there is a better place to live. Why suffer everytime
by staying here. What do I gain ? Is it always about gaining or losing. But
atleast its about that peaceful life which I long for, which I haven’t
experienced from a long time. Who is it to be blamed? Me myself and I.
I want to move to a better place but other’s mind I am
unable to change. Why do I need to make every one agree for Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720460478516648900.post-35018190847232004962014-04-21T15:51:00.000+05:302014-04-21T15:52:44.992+05:30Sunday Movie Time
Oh my writing genes are not working anymore like it use to
work 4 years before. I am completely at loss of topic.my cousins says that I
have a kid and I can go on writing about him and his antics but I don’t know I
am not able to. Gosh I am so uncreative these days.
I watched 2 states after so much buttering to my hubby. He
didn’t want to come for a love story and he was adamant on Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720460478516648900.post-71098866093394057632014-03-18T15:08:00.000+05:302014-03-18T15:17:54.369+05:30Motherhood : the pain,the trauma and glory
I have missed writing here for a long period. Each time I write
and then I don’t post it. Thinking it is too gibberish to post it or start a
new blog and then don’t know it’s all forgotten in this busy world of mine.
I thought after marriage, I would have lots to post about.
But I never did.
Then a little boy came in my life and I got caught up in his
activities, with no time left for me.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720460478516648900.post-66174728338724008792012-06-27T18:31:00.000+05:302012-06-27T18:31:05.262+05:30Clearing the dust gathered here
I have being away from the blog from such a long time; I don’t know what has gotten into me. I think I have forgotten its existence as well. Previously at least I use to open my blog everyday just to read others blog but now I don’t even do that. Once in a blue moon, when I don’t know what to do or feel, I open few blogs who keep updating everyday and reading them makes me feel good. And today Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720460478516648900.post-20117940441331983672012-03-06T18:39:00.001+05:302012-03-06T18:41:37.831+05:30Little things you doThe Little things you do for meand nobody else make me feel GoodLittle things you do for meMaking me smile and no one else couldThat's why i like to sit next to youand Hear your mad stories, i know they're not trueand i like that we share a secret or two .....TogetherLittle things you do for me.
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720460478516648900.post-29480166745157323912012-02-07T18:41:00.001+05:302012-02-07T18:42:32.377+05:30bEAUTIFULL SUNSET
With Sky painted blue, and white clouds adorning it like a pearl necklace.Slowly and slowly they keep moving above And you are sure to miss this slow movements if you don’t tend to observe it carefully.Then there is the mighty bird which keep floating across the skyIt keeps going round and round as though testing its own flightAnd then slowly it too disappears.Then there is the sound of Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720460478516648900.post-31797063690499634592011-11-09T15:20:00.001+05:302011-11-09T15:21:15.913+05:30Happy Birthday MummyYes she never let me call her “AMMA”
Cos she wanted me to learn to speak English
Even though I used to go to English medium school
But never spoke a word in English.
So she emphasized on using “Mummy” instead of “AMMA”.
And whenever some kids teased me
She used to become my bodyguard
And I used to quietly enjoy it when she scolded them.
Even though I was the only child for her,
We neverUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720460478516648900.post-79497072586266651602011-11-08T13:22:00.004+05:302011-11-08T13:38:32.599+05:30Happy Birthday GalWe didn’t grew up together
But went to same college.
We wereUnknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720460478516648900.post-73521915257991973862011-11-03T13:51:00.000+05:302011-11-03T13:51:54.535+05:30Is it really a bad omen?This is my first diwali after marriage and being my favourite festival of the year, I always look forward for it. Diwali means lot of things to lot of people. For me, its all about new dresses, rangoli, lighting diyas, decorating the house, burning lot of crackers and yes of course eating lots of sweets and my list goes on. I have not mentioned about making sweets in the list, as I am not so fondUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720460478516648900.post-21247781047505483592011-11-02T16:47:00.003+05:302011-11-02T17:23:50.592+05:30What sweets did you prepare this Diwali? That’s the question I have being questioned by innumerable relatives and cousins. And I would just say innocently “Nothing”. But my MIL (mother-in-law) did make few sweets as being my first diwali after marriage. Then the second question arises from their mind “Ok so did you atleast help her in making them?”. Again innocently I say “Yes I helped her in the final stage by Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720460478516648900.post-58484561571431919302011-10-13T13:02:00.002+05:302011-10-13T13:09:21.377+05:30Good and Bad ScoreBelow two lines are in Hindi language:
"Kya aap jaante hai aap kitne acche or kitne bure hai. Jaaniye apne andar ke ache aur bure ka score. Score janne ke liye sms kare, GVBH (Aapka Naam) to XX777.Rs 3/sms."
Above message translated in English below:
“Do you know how good are you or how bad are you? Now you can know the score of your inner goodness and badness. To know your score, just sms Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720460478516648900.post-50067201879739216472011-10-10T13:53:00.001+05:302011-10-10T13:56:14.064+05:30Little DiaryLittle diary,
Which knows
many secrets
Of Mine has become a friend.
Started as a habit of writing every night
And now turning out to be my strength,
And wealth in times of need.
It doesn’t even judge me,
No matter how dirty my secrets are!!
It just becomes a witness to all my pretty sins,
My short lived happiness,
And to my lost world.
It knows all in and out.
It’s a dangerous secret,
If Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720460478516648900.post-55291480561224826012011-10-09T16:37:00.002+05:302011-10-09T16:43:03.883+05:30Short Story : Missing HerToday I will take a walk instead of autorickshaw which I normally take while going home. Anyways I am not in a hurry to reach home, as she is not here. Otherwise she would call and shout: where are you? Why are you late? Yeah she says she is concerned but the way she screams on phone makes me thinks otherwise. Is it really concerned or just curious if I am roaming with somebody? Then she Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720460478516648900.post-23541135447934357882011-10-08T16:42:00.002+05:302011-10-08T16:51:41.082+05:30Love or Arranged MarriagesThere are people those who will advice youNever go for love marriageOR Never go for arranged marriageOR Never marry onlyBut I would like to tell youMarriage, arranged or love,It requires a whole amount ofYour Time,Your Caring Nature,Your love,Your patience andLastly and most importantlyYour Forgiving nature.I guess we all have this in us but sometimes we just don’t want to Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720460478516648900.post-39692791870576048242011-09-13T16:21:00.002+05:302011-09-13T16:21:42.391+05:30While climbingI climb the stairs with great difficulty, not that I am too old to climb this staircase. But thinking of the four floors which I have to climb and reach without an elevator makes me all the more tired and I stop at every floor to catch a breath. And sometimes while climbing I wonder if someone is observing me and laughing at me for getting tired so easily. And then I hope that sweetheart would Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720460478516648900.post-13728364107868947592011-09-12T16:33:00.001+05:302011-09-13T16:30:25.001+05:30For no reasonSometimes destiny brings us together for no apparent reason and takes us far away from each other for no apparent reason. But they say that whatever happens, it happens for our good. I ask what good is there to meet someone, love someone, being loved by that someone and then loose them forever. Why go through all this circle of emotions for no apparent reason, where in lays only the sad partUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720460478516648900.post-29529904215858200712011-08-25T18:34:00.000+05:302011-08-25T18:34:01.014+05:30Happy Birthday SweetheartHappy birthday sweetheartYou are adorableYou are irresistibleYou are fun You are lovingYou are smartAnd you are mineAnd I raise my wine glass To do cheers with your beer glassTo know that you are special And I hope to make this day also specialAs you have made my life special with your presence
By wearing a deep red color gown Holding your hand firmLooking deep in your eyesAnd heart filled with Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720460478516648900.post-14794686446639380102011-08-15T17:03:00.003+05:302011-08-15T17:11:48.394+05:30I am proud to be an IndianOur tricolor flag speaks volumes for us as a nation and as a country and clearly indicates who we are even if each one of us is different in our own way. And as the tricolor merges into one and forming our country's flag, I think even we need to join hands together for a better tomorrow.
Happy Independence Day - Come let us stand together for a better future of our Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720460478516648900.post-90887085312063684252011-08-01T11:15:00.001+05:302011-08-01T11:16:38.389+05:30Here is for another rainy dayHere is for another rainy day
Where in you would want to get wet by holding them nearAnd that someone wouldn't want to do the same.
Sometimes you miss someone so muchThat you start fighting with them for no reason at all.
And sometimes you fight with them so muchThat you wish that you had never met them at all.
Sometimes you want to be with the person Who loves you and thinks of you only theUnknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720460478516648900.post-31428932714311885742011-07-30T14:51:00.000+05:302011-07-30T14:51:47.337+05:30Don't know what to write aboutSo I am writing about writing itself.
I want to write down lot of thingsbut when I actually start writingI end up only with few words to spare
and sometimes it so happens that I do write down lot of things but they don't actually make any sense to meand I post it,hoping that it makes sense to some one elseUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720460478516648900.post-3190253083133838642011-07-26T14:44:00.003+05:302011-07-26T16:17:15.052+05:30Poochie - my stuffed doggieOnce I had a stuffed doggie which I fondly called as "Poochie". It had a mixture of golden and white furs. It was very soft and plump to hold. It had round eyes like a black button and red tongue hanging out his mouth as though waiting to be fed. I use to cuddle with it all night and speak to him in day time whenever I felt sad. It gave solace even with its silence and cute face. Some days IUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1