tiffin tiffin tiffin…….

“yes, i ate but just a little……….”

isn’t it tiring eating the same food again and again . forcing the taste buds to forget how to taste but still eat the same crap. yes, it’s a pretty common issue among us when me and my friends were toddlers but if saying no to all the regular stuff that i eat is being a child then yes, i am a toddler. i remember how fat i used to be(thank god that time took my fat away!) drinking milk and only milk. all i could ever desire was milk. but now feels like the biggest mistake of my life. milk? and me? some things don’t get along like north and south pole, similarly this case is also one. when people or shall i say some up close and personal relatives come together there is a jolt of laughter only because of the incidences which happened in the past. each morning i am reminded of the fact that i loved milk and like i said “loved milk” i mean it in the past tense. time changes everything for instance look at me. a living example. i don’t even like the things i liked a month back and you are reminding me of the things i admired when i was just three years old? i hope you got the point. but when i asked myself what could have been the reasons for such a disastrous change here’s what i got

  1. emotions.  while dealing with hormonal changes can be quite stressful i can actually explain how emotions change from second to second. the swing never stops . now i get the reason why i am so confused before ordering something . 
  2. mom!!!!! let us all accept the fact that from the beginning of the life till it’s universal end we all have our meals scheduled by moms . no matter how much swag you have on but ultimately it’s your mom who keeps you healthy enough to put all of that on. thus we can conclude that it’s never been your choice it’s just you meal which your mother cooks with her ideas.
  3. health:( sometimes you have to give up something for something . same is with the body and burgers. *no one can get both!* it’s one of the critical moments when you have two ways to choose. one is the path leading to great health and fitness with pictures of glowing people and their happy lives and most importantly their long life. on the other hand is a cheesy double patty burger!!!!!!!! i know, i know! you’ll choose the burger . one moment of silence for those who gave up burgers.
  4. last but not the least our FRIENDS  this idea came up to me today while i was on duty at my school and for the first time in history i was eating my lunch alone. completely isolated. suddenly i felt like a brake inside my stomach which said that i can’t eat more. stomach had a full alarm. this time i realized that what i was left with was almost half of the tiffin . the question was that how did it happen? yes, because half of the tiffin is robbed by my besties. sadly the portion i ate wasn’t enough . 


“some people just feel the rain, others just get wet” 

it’s been raining here since yesterday and i have fully given up on the thought of a little sunshine. in fact i have given up on the thought of anything. so, just to share my feelings with you i am writing this another short article. 

when i am with my friends all i can wish for is some rain but when i am alone here, at my home feeling like a loner all i can wish for is the rain to stop and pack its bags. even though i just don’t go somewhere during the rain or the sunny days …… rain makes me feel bad, like someone is crying . which makes me think about it more and more. whereas for people rain is about romance, fun and dancing i must say i have a different point of view. rain brings a beauty in vain. if rain were a lady i suppose she would have looked like a pretty woman, wearing white. always. she would have a broken heart as wherever she goes, she cries. although that woman is crying but what she does is wonderful! i don’t know if she knows it or not but her tears make crops grow, which gives people meals. the tears make plants grow. the tears give cold, giving relief from the heat. her tears make people dance. people dance , they smile , they play all because of her. i don’t  know what she thinks but if i were her i’d be very happy about my TEARS.

yes,that old white lady

isn’t it weird how we carve for change? well some of us don’t but some selfish people like me obviously do.change is necessary but this made me realize that ………

we had an old white typically 1900s style car. it lasted with us nearly twelve or thirteen years and lately it was nearly in the grave. ready to die any minute . she had those scratches and bumps of what showed my mother’s driving skills. those scars showed her experiences. that old woman would have traveled miles and miles. it was obvious that she was a hatchback model as in this age it must be difficult for her to stand straight. everyday i would look at her and fill myself with disgust. surely i didn’t liked her. the way she had always embarrassed me. it was definite that we both didn’t fancied each other. she has humiliated me in front of my friends but also the people who i don’t even know! whenever we came across any speed breaker she’d make a loud noise enough to scare anyone. she was nothing but a waste for me and if one day she stopped working, i could never wish for more. when she used to drop me to my school. i used to hide my face and go away from her as far as possible . she was a total dishonor but soon my prayers were herd and on a very rainy sunday we welcomed our new steel color car. she was a fancy lady. type of a young girl . she was stylish . i obviously were to feel happy on the farewell of the old white car but actually i wasn’t ! i was kind of sad. like i was going to miss her. really? was i that stupid? i was not suppose to miss someone like her! sadly i did. more than i thought . but the question still remained . for what was i missing her? i thought and thought and after hours here’s what i concluded.

the car however was old but very strong and i think in a way i respected her. for being so adventurous and ambitious despite her condition(which got worst over time) she still preferred to walk around rather than sit all day. she was moody (quite like me!) which was interesting. sometimes she just wanted to relax and not go anywhere but if my mother didn’t thought the same at that time. the poor old car would show tantrums . she was hot quite hot. she didn’t even ran a mile but if you touch her front part you’ll be burnt to death. so, isn’t she suppose to be called hot? ;) mostly she took me to places and helped me through a lot. which actually makes me miss her but however i must say that her new owner wil be mutual towards my old feeling for her.

the path

when i am alone with thoughts that would kill me

when everything’s black and no light to see

when i have to decide whether to wait or go

whether to stand or walk

or to find a way

when i search for roads and i meet dead ends

when i will search for doves for letters to be sent

when i will go on with your memories or to leave them behind

that day i shall know that its my time.

time i can’t stop, time i never held

time which will itself take me to places

where i’d never been

the paths which are unseen.

time will take me to death

time will only lay me on that bed

time will make me do it all.

time will lead me to god.



i searched for miles and days and hours but sorry my love,
i couldn’t give you a flower.
a blue, green, pink or yellow
oh my! what a foolish fellow!
tell me why you angry? did i do something wrong?
did i not sing your favorite song?
tell me i ain’t that strong
to hold on waiting for your answer.

it’s time , it’s been too long. i must leave
but speak ! i beg you! was the dinner not tasty?
or were the lights not good?
was it me? was it the place i stood?
was it the time? or was my attire fake?
you looked up and whispered with tears
and went away leaving me with the worst fear
i can still hear those slow lines
what more could a girl take? not dresses, not wine,
not being lavishly fed
but a rose with the color of red.

forgive me

oh mother! oh my!

oh lord! i shall never ask you why!

i am off for battles and wars and tease

but i pray my lord that behind me you keep them in peace

peace for those who i love.

peace for the dear ones to me

peace for below and above.

peace to be free.

may i leave today but come again

hope i don’t lose as i have nothing much gained.

keep my will going, and let the rain fall

keep the sky full of stars for the little ones to count to sleep.

i wish they count for endless sheep’s , as stars will be counted till i come

because i will be far, far away protecting some.

this uniform i wore was a commitment to be made

that i shall return home but first play by my fate.

don’t know where someone will put me in my grave

but i will be happy that i died to make you safe.

don’t worry family, if the sad news arrives

because later or sooner we all shall reunite.

oh family! forgive me if you can! i wasn’t there for you!

i wasn’t there in the darkest times

neither was i there when it was fine.

and maybe i shall never be there.

as i am off for duty here,

but believe me! i think of all!

and i shall return by fall

but i ain’t doing any promises

as i have the sleeps of millions at my feet.

i am sorry if i don’t return but i wish to stay in your memory.

all the christmas


All the Christmas

And all the days ,

And all festival

Yummy – yummy cakes.

All the time and all the days

To do something,

Think !

In your mind what are we doing.

do some new work

and become a new man.