The Deranged Thoughts Of A Girl

   This entry is dedicated to my sister and my going – to -be  brother- in -law. Welcome to our family. When my sister told me their story , I truly felt it was so romantic and wished I would have a love story like theirs ( hope my father does not see this.) . I wish to tell you what happened when they came for the girl meeting ceremony. It was a simple function , no lunch or dinner was arranged , just a normal meeting . It was totally nerve-wrecking day for both my mother and father . Me and my brother was a little tensed at meeting them , but was not so nervous as we had already seen them in photos (via Facebook) . My mom was sweating even though the AC was on , and my dad was pacing around the room with little beads of sweat on his forehead . My mom was continuously asking my sister about is he good-looking ? is he hot- tempered? will he like us ? what if is photo is fake and he is bad – looking ? I was almost about to laugh at my mom’s stupid questions. When she saw this , she s

Life we can never run away from the real us i always used to think i am a jolly type of a person and always remain happy . i kept believing in this concept because my friends used to say this too. but i am not here to blame my friends , but to share that incident when i found that real me . it was Christmas  and our family went on a little jolly trip to Mysore . all of my mom’s family have been living there and they invited us . first , we(me, my brother and sister) were a little shy to mingle with them but by the end of the day we became great friends . next day , we had a new visitor who happened to be the sister of the women(my mom’s second cousin) who invited us. she was a beautiful lady of my mother’s age with a clean bob and a fabulous fashion. i was friends with her daughter who was staying with her grandma and was not so suprised to hear that the lady was her mother because she herself was a pretty girl. she was just 1 year younger than me . the lady i saw was a joll

Life for me , the word ‘ blog ‘ was just a program in the internet that people used . i always used to fancy the internet and the the different options they provided , but apart from that i had no attachment to internet . i don’t remember correctly when but it was my sister who told me about Facebook which was created by Mark Zuckerberg . it was really interesting  for me and my brother , i guess we were just 11 and  my sister told me that there was an age limit so that only she could create one ( would we agree with her ? NEVER   . we told her that if we could not create one then no one should create …tit for tat . at last the decision was made after a long struggle of hair pulling , pinching and several other crazy stuff . we were afraid to ask our parents about this and decided we would somehow find a way to create one without the knowledge of our parents. the first person to volunteer up was my sister . we we took Google and searched Facebook  and selected a option which app

Life prove that you are a women by sharing your tough times PAST:               even though i am 14 my parents say i sound like an adult  , we can take this as a compliment or as a fault . i can’t take criticism  which makes me a very short – tempered girl and of course i hate that but i just cant control that. i shout at people because i can’t accept my faults  and later i just feel bad for myself. sometimes i think maybe i should stop acting like a baby but i just cant . then my bad side told me an option , why cant people control themselves from finding others faults ? of course they cant then why should i .people who dont even know me judge me by my appearance , then why should i control myself ( i always find these stupid thinking to calm myself :p) . okay, i agree . i am not a beauty queen or anything but i too surely has feelings . i always worry about my weight and my face . i am not so confident going to parties . and most of all when you have a perfect sister and b

Life MADE FOR EACH OTHER… If someone asked us ‘who have always been there for you ?’ , most people speak about how their parents have encouraged them without letting them know any difficulties that they are facing , and how their teachers have moulded them into great personalities and how their friends and relatives have supported them. But when I think of this question, I can only think of one name and one name only , My brother. I guess even he will be surprised in this reply because even he will be wondering how he has always been there for me . I would not say that he has helped me directly but I am sure he has helped me indirectly.. Actually , I don’t know where to start so that you guys would understand what I am trying to say. Okay let me begin from here…. Once upon a time , there was a lonely princess.. he he   , I am just kidding with you .. When I was small, I was very weak in studies. My brother always gets Ice-creams and I used to get eggs(figuratively) .My mom

LIFE Life is something so delicate and soft.If you struggle so much,it might stumble.There are times when I disgust it,times when I feel there is nothing to hold on,times when I love each second of it and times when I feel excitement.It isn’t a one-deal package ,its more than that.I’ve heard people mentioning ‘simply sitting’ is very boring.But I object that.I think it is the most brilliant feeling (I haven’t gone mad).Actually,I find it very impressive.’An idle mind is a devil’s workshop’ ,I don’t object to that but when you are 14 years old ‘an idle mind’ is almost impossible’ (Trust me,I know).I find loneliness as a mere act of enjoyment,not all are able to understand it,its only applicable for some and I am proud to be one.Left alone with our thoughts,its a completely different feeling from others.Apart from getting time to think,it allows me to do something,something which I have not yet found out… One thing that I have a great interest in finding out is ‘The Best Feeling’

    Love  stories are always beautiful and brings out a Christmas feeling in our hearts. When I was small , I hated love stories thinking it was so unreal . But now I feel that love is magic. Okay , I took  a lot of time to write those things and it surely was not coming from my heart (that was my philosopher part acting up..) . Even now , I think love is dumb and the only reason I said that love is magic is because my sister said so. Really , the way she says it is so beautiful , that we would almost believe it . (almost..) There are 3 kinds of love in my opinion :- 1. Love at first sight 2 . friends-become-lovers 3 . marriage love You must be thinking that I am conducting a study on love. Nope , its because I watch a lot of Korean serials ( I still cant thank you enough for introducing it to me .. S ) Anyway , I always preferred the marriage love  ( and I don’t know whether my preferences will change or not ) . But what amazes me the most is that my sister has gone thr