I was not comfortable sitting beside him in my room , I shifted little aside. He was wearing formals with black shoes, It felt like he started preparing for this day weeks ago. Instead of concentrating on his looks I shifted my gaze on my SECRET diary, on which I wrote every point which should be possessed by my Mr. Right.
Five minutes passed by neither of us started the conversation, I never reacted in this way with any stranger.
to break the silence I said, "Would you like some more tea?". He nodded
What is there behind the wall of sleep that take away my fears fear of alone and despised fear of being hurt by unknown eyes a fraction of second drift me in that world unknown to me I'm alone there trying to catch what I don't have here
We, three were running frantically but suddenly we felt like someone was following us. Minty pulled me in the room adjacent to our hostel.
I was totally blacked out, only words which echoed in my head "You are suspended.... you are suspended". But suddenly those words were overpowered by, "Shikha .... get up"
"Shikha!! get up"
Still confused, I took the blanket off my face and saw the time from the clock hanging for like ages in my room. "What mum!!! It's just 10:30 am and you are shouting like hell", I never stopped complaining about everything from getting up in the morning till the day's end.
"Your friends will be here any minute..... So get up and take a shower", my mum like every other mother wants her daughter to look perfect in front of every human beings ever existed on Earth.
“Shikha…. either hurry up or I’ll call your dad”, Mum frightened me
Picking apart memories, I look for something beautiful. Painting the skies behind my eyes with paper-thin realities. I could curl up into a ball of regression. I could lay still in time with my blinders on, living a fantasy. But is that really me?
To be true I'm bit of a lazy person, So avoid writing post on any other day. Sitting on my bed with hot chocolate milk and scratching my head to start with my post for next week......... then a strange but teenage most loved topic struck my head that is "BUNKING" Actually today in my last lecture I heard some gossip that some students from first year were suspended for a week as they were caught red handed while sitting in canteen. So every student can't be lucky with bunks but yeah you can be good in it, if you keep few things clear in your mind. So here I'll give you few tips on ART OF BUNKING
Hey sorry +Preethi couldn't show off my award as I was busy with my regular college assignments and projects :( :(
The day when Preethi shared her liebster award with me I was literally too happy that I read her post many times :P :) So Preethi thanks for sharing your award with me ....... I don't know whether I was eligible or not but it really felt amazing :)
Oh GOD! Let me walk On the way meant for me no pebble cut my feet unless I walk on thee path laid with roses and lilies Oh God! let me enjoy Life you made for me with relations and friends built with love and hatred but god take me away from the being I became I feel jealous and give pain I hug flattery and kiss tears this is what you want me to be full of pity and fear
Life is scary takes my breath away still its dreamy makes me forget my fears slightest pinch of fear make me sad slightest pinch of faith makes me happy but why I'm confused either I'm not prepared either I'm not ready life won't stop because its dreamy it takes my breath away
"Your touch, your presence, your looks, your smile all made sense when I fell for you" these words echoed in my ears when he came close he looked in my heart through my eyes. magical moment , I floated on cloud 9 my feet couldn't bear my weight any more
Yesterday while searching my subject book accidentally I came across my sister's Diary. And I generally avoid reading her diary but as a younger sister I was too curious to check what she wrote in it .....hehe And my curiosity turned into proud smile when I read this poem :) :P :D
That droning robot of a geometry teacher only smiles when he starts the class with a pop quiz. Your English teacher has yet to say one positive thing about your writing, which you were always told is more than good. It's weeks into the semester, and your third period history teacher has yet to learn anyone's name. The movies and TV are filled with examples of teachers who don't do their job very well. Now this year you meet one of the reasons why.
We love to know things that others don't. Secrets are a fact of life. The problems occur when keeping a secret becomes challenging. A recent study found that four in 10 women had trouble keeping a secret, no matter how personal or confidential the news was. And two-thirds ended up feeling guilty after spilling the beans.
If you're anything like most teens, posting, checking and updating your social media pages is an important part of your day. In fact, you might even spend a good part of each night posting, refreshing your feed and reading the conversations of your friends and classmates. Many of these behaviors develop your social profile. So what does your social media page say about you?
Your profile is your online resume. It’s a window to your life and your character. It is a place designed for you to spread good news and let your friends know who you are. Every action you take and every thing you post or put on your profile can be accessible to college recruiters, teachers, coaches, parents, friends, enemies and strangers — even after you delete it! Follow these social media guidelines and put your best face forward.
Include Special Interests, Hobbies and Talents
You can make connections with friends by sharing your special interests and talents. There is no need to brag, but it's perfectly all right to let your friends know you are the regional tap dance champion or the recipient of a science award.
Post Positive Messaging
Your profile is like a public journal and you want to share with
others what inspires you. You can use it to document some of the cool things you do and inspire others to do something similar. Perhaps you volunteered at the shelter to provide food for the hungry. Post about how it made you feel. Did you stumble upon an inspirational quote lately? Share it! Not only will these show your positive way of thinking and helping others, it may make someone’s day better.
Avoid Foul Language
Certain words might feel perfect when you're feeling angry or adventurous, but be aware of the negative message they send out about you. This is a bad place to spread rumors, insult people or tell someone off. If you don’t have anything nice to say on your profile, say nothing at all. If you feel the need to tell someone how you feel negatively, then use the phone or say it in person. If you are seeking support, reach out to a trusted adult. Read more tips on how to avoid impulsive posts here.
Include Your Favorite Songs, Books or Movies
This is an upbeat way to show off your interests and beliefs. Who knows? You may become closer with a friend who also has an undying love for vampire books.
Avoid Posting Too Much About Your Relationships
First, relationships are personal and you don't need everyone else reading all about yours. Next, most people are, by nature, shy about relationships. Your crush may get embarrassed or upset and his response may not be what you’re expecting. Be cautious about posting about your relationships and only share what both of you are comfortable sharing with others.
Social networks are all about connecting with friends and family and sharing a little bit about you. Follow these social media guidelines to help you make good decisions and you will be putting your best self forward in no time.
Self-confidence comes from within...Learn how to think (and say) something nice about yourself
"Every time the teacher calls on me in class, even when I know the answer, I freeze up," says Sapna. "My voice is pathetic, and I hate how wimpy I sound. Once I start, I go on too long, giving everyone ample opportunity to catch the huge crater on my forehead."
I’m just an average looking Punjabi girl who used to refuse to listen, any kind of music. It’s one of those things that in part, I kind of couldn’t explain… like, why do I hate the orange? Why do I like Maggie but not pasta? It’s just a certain taste that I’ve came to acquire.
Weekends are a chance for college students to escape the colleges monotony and boring lectures. Away from the campus even for a couple of days will give, any student a world of bliss. Hitting the open road with your friends might be just the adventurous escape you’re looking for. With the same feeling last weekend we (four of my friends and me) thought to go for a road trip from Dehradun to Mussorie . On Friday everything was decided, which places we will visit and what all we gonna do in our small one day adventure. As we are students so even expenses of petrol were divided among four of us (kya kre zyada pocket money nhi milti hai :D )
To be honest I don't like watching sports competitions and I don't have a favorite kind of sport and favorite players. May be because I haven't tried watching it frequently. May be because I already spend to much time surfing the net and I don't want another reason to stay glued to the screen. I'm active, At least deep in my heart :D Frankly speaking, there's a bad tendency in my life - I spend more and more time sitting and less and less doing active things. I walk little, my work is all about computer, my studies are about books and again sitting at the desk.
Last sunday my phone went off, as I had important paper on monday so ignored using fb . I read a message from a mutual friend in the morning...and felt like I'd been hit over the head. A friend from my college , had moved out of Dehradun a couple of weeks ago. The call I had ignored had been a mutual friend. The message was that "Manni"(we used to call him with this name) had died.
Writing can be done at any time. Writing clears my mind and brings a sense of accomplishment. One can write anything that their heart desires. So here I sit writing at midnight about something that happened which was rather alarming for a short time.
Even though you share the same name with countless people, it's just a name. God sent you down to earth to bloom and live out the life, regardless of the name you bear, for whatever name you bear doesn't matter. What does is how we live the 'me' in our name.
I ran away from my dad during my teen years, I kept running away because he wasn't there for me, ever or either he used to scold me alot but I've come to realise that things have changed and I'm finally accepting the fact that they did change and for the better. Keeping those painful memories within me will not take me
anywhere that I will be satisfied with. I am truly sorry, dad I wish I can tell you that I'm sorry but I don't want to bring the past along here with us in the present. I am incredibly sorry for my actions which lead you to think that I hated you. I did not hate you I was just little angry with you because you wasn't there for me when I needed you the most but I've come to terms that you are trying your best to be the best dad just for us.I Know you have realised that you have us, your children, your soul, your heart, you care and love us in your own way you show us that you love us by giving us money, you were brought differently and you talk to us differently. Dad just now I have understood you, I've observed your actions and everything you feel became clear, yes it took me years to finally realise that truly you are a bird you fly away in your mind beyond your thoughts you place us in your nest that you have build for years and years and finally we are all in under your love. Yes dad, indeed you are different but what's different it's what sometimes best. I love you with all my heart and I've finally come to where I've never thought to come because I have fought with all the bad, negative thoughts towards you and finally became a bird. Free.
He was 17 and I was 16 when we first met in my cousin’s marriage. I really liked his cool dude attitude, then after few days he sent me friend request on facebook. I accepted it because His personality attracted me and even had a crush on him.
We usually did chat for hours each day. Then one day he asked me out and I said yes but I wasn't really up to it. I grew to love him though, and everything felt plain perfect. I knew I never wanted to lose him. We broke up and got back together a lot...but it never felt like he didn't want me. I fell for his friend. He found out and got mad but he said he still loved me. I got over his friend soon enough but I found out he was cheating on me. I cried for days and days, but I was too much in love to break up with him. He texted me telling me he wanted to talk, I got scared. He said he was cheating on me and broke up with me. We don't talk anymore...but I still love him...I recently found out he likes my friend Shefali...I just can't deal with the pain of that...I wish I could be with him again.
After she signed it he gave a look of gesture to her and left. She was totally convinced now her mum and dad not gonna return. In agitation she threw off that parcel and banged her fist on the door then wiped her tears off . There was nothing going in her mind she felt like this is worst scenario of everything that happened in her life, then suddenly she thought to call her aunt ( her mother's sister) . Two full bell rang, no one answered she disconnected her call and sat on the couch silently thinking what would be her next step. Until now she was unable to get pieces of everything together .
She was occupied in her own thoughts when suddenly door bell rang . But it went neglected by her. But may be the person ringing the bell was in rush so he/she rang it many times. Kiran couldn't get out of trauma of the disaster that broke in her life , In her thoughts she heard voice of her aunt . She thought may be she is imagining things but no, she was wrong she seriously heard her voice. She ran to open the door. Kiran couldn't make out how she got here all the way from Bangalore. She haven't seen her for approx. 2 years but suddenly she is here to meet them when kiran's parent were not at home. All questions were revolving in her mind and stubbornly she was staring her aunt instead of greeting her . Her aunt hugged her tight and asked, " Are you alright kitty? I was really worried about you " To be continued...........
Instead of sleeping she went deep in thoughts , those moments came in front of her when she was 8 or 9 years old and one day, when she returned from play ground she was unable to find her mom and dad in the house.
"This all started because of me. I should have never tried to discover what I inherited from my parents" Kiran spoke all this to the guilt which arose within her" Now for whole life I would curse the day when I got involved in all this" . She arose from the floor and giving support to her own body which got weak from the disaster which came without a call and sat on the chair next to the window facing her dad.