New Year Resolutions!!!

New year gives a fresh feeling. A feeling called enthusiasm. A promise to a better lifestyle, better health, promising relationships and positivity in all areas of life.

                                    

For some its just a change in date while for others it's starting life afresh. For some its a promise to exercise, while for some it would be meeting business targets.
                                            

As new year arrives, it brings a lot of resolutions to everyone in the world. I guess holding new year resolutions for ourselves is just too outdated, this year resolutions should be really new . Here's a small checklist-



1.Helping someone
Take a resolution to help at-least one person in a day who does not benefit you in any sense. It would be like, helping an old lady to cross the road or feeding a roadside animal or could be just anything.



2.Becoming a responsible citizen
Not breaking traffic rules, throwing garbage in the dustbin and never on the road, promising to respect women and not overseeing crime would really make places around us clean and safe.



3.Bettering relationships
Becoming a better son/daughter , little more facilitating your better half, or making your grand parents happy would also be a great idea.

These resolutions, if taken up would not only benefit you individually but also make the world, a better place to live in. Wish you all my readers a very very happy and a prosperous new year.

Ek din aisa bhi ayega!!

                                                 

                                      एक दिन ऐसा भी आएगा

                                                    एक दिन ऐसा भी आएगा

                                                      ख़ुशी का समां छाएगा

                                                     

                                                    दुःख के काले घेरे ना होंगे

                                                     सुख को हम संजोते होंगे 

                                     

                                                                          

                                           सी . ए  फाइनल का रिजल्ट  होगा

                                                 और मेहनत का  जश्न होगा

                                  

                                        तमाशबीनो मे वाह - वाह  होगी हमारी

                                        तमाशबीनो मे वाह - वाह  होगी हमारी

                                                 क्योकि जीत हमने पाई होगी

                                                      जीत हमने पाई होगी

                                                  सिर्फ हमने पाई होगी .....

     

                                           

I love you too!!

I am sure reading the title of my article you thought its a love story. Well, you are correct but its not a romantic love story, its my love for my dad and his love for me. Undoubtedly every father loves his daughter and every daughter loves her father. We are no different. He is not only my father but my guide and my best friend. I just love him so so much.
                          

I know just in a span of a couple of years we would be parted and I feel bad thinking that. Someday I will find my prince charming but dad will always be my king.I want my special someone to love me like my dad does but I know its next to impossible. 

                          

The level of patience he endures is commendable. Although, I have been an obedient child since the time I was born but still their were many moments I was wrong. He never scolded me, instead he always stood by my side to correct me. His super workaholic attitude irritates me at times but that burning spirit inside him motivates me too.

        I have seen an undying spirit in him. He wants to keep on improving. Whatever may be the time he does what needs to be done. When I listen to his childhood stories I get emotional. Mine childhood was far better than his. He started earning when he was in class five. Even though he does not have huge success stories like Ambani's but in my eyes he is not less than a hero. Whatever he has achieved in life is historic.                         

I am 20 but he takes care of me like I am 2. Whenever I am about to fall in life his experience saves me. I love being daddy's little girl.  I have failed in life many times, have been criticised even more but I know one voice will be on my side forever. He never says he loves me, I can just feel his love in his words. 

             When I think how much I love him I cant say anything. I can just see myself stopping him from eating the sweets which he love as he is diabetic. I can just see myself massaging his head when he comes back from work. I wish to talk to him when I see him tensed. I feel sad when he is low. I feel stressed when he is unwell. I feel like killing anyone who says bad about my father. I get worried when he is not back home on his regular time. 

                        

I don't need a fathers day to say-Papa, I love you!!!

               

Being a failure

Alone sitting on my bed waiting for a call from my friend feels bad. Having a cup of tea in my hand and tears rolling down. Today when all my family members have gone out I feel sad. I am not at all missing mom dad but missing my old buddies and thinking what mistake have I done that they have left me. Feel rejected and depressed. When I think of my friends i am fully envisaged with old memories.
                                   
It was 2009 when I passed out from school. Being a science student I wanted to do engineering. I did not have any interest in science so my family suggested me to change my field. I went to a career counsellor and he suggested me CA (seeing my past results). Enthusiastically I left my stream and joined CA. I seperated from a dozen friends. I remember it was the last date of registration when I got myself enrolled. Entry level exam was a difficult task but still I managed. I made new friends and I was okay with the atmosphere of class in sometime. I decided that I have to pass that exam. Entirely new subjects, new classmates seemed difficult but with hardwork and sincerity I could do it. It was the day of results and with the grace of god I passed.

                                        
Again with the same enthusiasm I joined level 2 classes. 9 months class period was awesome. I made so many good friends and now I hardly missed my old ones. Even after class we did not loose contact. I was sure that I will fail in the first attempt , my buddies were not. We ALL failed. It was expected. We again prepared and 3 of us passed, 7 failed again. We again prepared and 4 of us passed, 3 were still left. We again prepared 2 of us passed, 1 still left. That was me!!!
                                      
I prepared again and failed again. I prepared again and gave exams, results are still to come but I think I have lost he battle. All my friends are busy. The old ones are busy with new ones and the new ones are busy with newer ones. I am lonely. They hardly remember me. Its been a year I have not received a message(except birthdays). When I call they are busy, with studies, with classes and studies. I CANNOT blame anyone because it is me and ONLY me who is at FAULT. Eventhough I have completed my graduation but I have nothing in hand except the looser failure tag!!
                                
I don't know where my future will lead me but for now I am super lonely and simply feel miserable as I have nothing to do and my life has become purely aimless. Not at all feeling awesome...

Indian Boys

Being a girl myself its really difficult to write about boys, their gleanings or their disposition. I think not only girls but boys themselves can't understand themselves. They themselves seem confused about their relationships, friends , family, jobs and everything in their lives.

In the typical as well as modern families in India still today the birth of a boy is considered to be a good omen and a blessing from the divine. They are grown up like prince of the kingdom which is definitely an illusion but throughout their lives they cherish a kingly feeling.

They are cute when they are born, family's boy till 10, mama's boy till teens, friends boy till adulthood, girlfriends boy till marriage and ultimately become a joru ka gulam after that. (guys, no offence on this).

They are taught to be dominating and being angry all the time, ofcourse getting inspired from their dads. (no offence on this too..) Even though, India is developing, educating but still it continues to be a male chauvinist economy.

                

When they are kids, they fantasise remote cars, teen boys want high speed bikes and limosines. Adult guys want the sexiest girlfriend in town. Flaunting money and royalties among friends belong to their basic characteristics. Any household work done by men is looked down in the Indian society. It is obvious in India that girls are bound to do the household work, no matter they are doing jobs or their level of tiredness.

Undoubtedly, their is an indubitable part too which belong to their persona. Super attached to grand parents, Emotional for their parents, Loving for their friends, Caring for their wives, Protective for their sisters and determined towards work. Even though  they do have a superiority complex with women but still women's are most respected in India. They may belong to their wives after marriage but taking care of parents when they become old is something which they are best at.

Nobody can ever be perfect in this world and so will be Indian men. But I wish Indian men to co operate a little and also give their better halves and sisters as well a chance to grow in their careers. A little change from your side may take India from a developing country to developed economy.

Feeling expressed above were just mine and can be wrong. Apologize if you are hurt. Do express your views too...

Raindrops....a love story

                                          

Rains have different meaning to different people. 

For some its just a season while for others its a collage of old memories. 

For some its an enjoyment with old friends while for others its a hidden cry. 

For some its a plate of hot snacks while for others its a tasteless coffee reviving the sadness. 

For some its a gift of god while for others its just a puddle on the road needs to be cleaned. 

Everyone has some attachment or detachment with rains. Many enjoy rains and fill themselves with new energy but some people can just remember their love, their life. When I think of rains , I am filled up of excitement. 

I can just remember my friend Aanand. Aanand had been my friend since class 5. We did our schooling together and day by day our benevolence became deeper. Everyone in our school called us 'love birds' but nothing was as such. Even after school we did not loose contact. We planned to join the same college and both were very happy to get admission in the desired guild. 

                                  

I clearly remember it was August 1 on the first day of college and it was heavily raining. After our college, we played in rain for hours. Everybody left the college but we continued. As I got tired I told him to leave me home that day. He said he wanted to say something and I said go ahead. He hold my hand and took me to the center of the ground, sat on his knees, took out a tampered rose from his pocket and said those three magical words. I was waiting for that moment since years. Tears drowned from my eyes. I said yes to him and we both were so happy.

Three years of college we lived for each other. Our families did not know about it. I ve spent the most intimidating and indelible part of my life with him. After our graduation exams got over, we did not meet for 7 days. He never called and when I called it was switched off all the time. I got furious. I decided to go to his residence and when I landed their I saw it was locked. Then I called one of our common friends and I came to know that he got a job in a MNC and has left the city with his mom and sister, his father passed away when he was very young. I was broken.

                                                           
Three years have passed and I have no clue why he left me. May be he did not love me or may be I could not give him the warmth which he wanted. But I believe we were not destined to be together. Genuinely I have no complains and no angers with him. He just conquers my mind when it rains!!   

Guys, first time I have written some fiction...awaiting feedback..Thanks for reading