HA.HA.HA… Guess who’s back? Correct! (Walking- talking piece of embarrassment).

You know lately when I meet people they ask me in the sweetest tone possible, ‘Why do you always embarrass yourself socially? Why can’t you speak good about yourself? Are you suffering from depression?’ and I am like- Dude! I am a weirdo and there’s a legit explanation to why I am such an embarrassment. So before someone else pin points these beautifully pathetic flaws of mine, I thought of making a content out of it.

*Prior apologies for being extremely self centric (female doggie)*

Moving on with WHY AM I AN EMBARRASSMENT?.. Lehhh go !

1.     I FALL/FELL (not Eiffel ha. That’s in Paris –hehe jaaukks, swaari):

I swear I fall at every freaking place. Be it falling from a bicycle, train, at the airport, in the college, off the stairs, school corridor, bathroom, off the bed- Oh Christ!  And mind you this happens when there are other people around me like friends, boyfriend, relatives, strangers and they are like – ‘tu aaise kaise girr gayi? Aaise kon girrta hai bey?’(wow, aab girrne ke bhi types hote hai).

Speaking of which, most remarkable fall of all times was when I fell off a scooter..which was stationery..not moving at all.. was about to give chumma to my ‘the then honey bun’ (you know who should not be named)and then.. thhaaddd he fell (meri vajhese).. usske upar scooter and lastly cherry on the top..ME. (I gave ‘FALLING IN LOVE’ a whole new meaning).

This – me falling scene, happens on a daily basis. Especially when I am running late, walking slowly and performing art of skipping a stair or two at a time. So… time miley toh aana kabhi free show dekhne okay?

2.     I AM A CLUMSY PERSON:

You know there are times when you are writing your paper in dead silence and some freak decides to drop a water bottle, a scale, a rubber/pencil/aaee pen ka dhakkan girra hai de na.. every now and then? Yeah.. that’s me!

If there’s any award for bumping into random people, bruising a person’s foot by stepping onto it, dropping the cell phone with the back cover and battery dismantling itself out of the body, sending a snap to the wrong person- it should be undoubtedly given to me. Hell yeah!

3.     I CRY IN MOVIES:

For those of you who are new to this side of me.. welcome! First row..middle seat from the top, enjoy the show.

This is the only reason that I have been going to movies all alone because whenever I am accompanied by anybody, ‘Iss mein rone jaisa kya tha?.. aare chup hoja meri maa.. sab dekh rahe hai.. make up kharab ho jayega.. stop crying! orelse I’ll call the boggie monster.. police kaka gheun janar ha tula’. Basically, I cry like a cranky little kid and the person sitting next to me has a job of sacrificing his/her movie and calm the crying me.

4.     I AM A LOUD SPEAKER:

My father has this one patent dialogue of his – ‘Don’t raise your voice, improve your argument’. Why? Why? Why do you misinterpret between me having a high pitch tone and me having an argument? I cannot whisper. Even if I am the person who gets copied from, I be in a pickle every time because the invigilator thinks I am cheating on my test by asking for help. VOICE bro..  Haters think I do it intentionally for seeking attention, no darling.. it comes naturally to me [speaking loudly and (not seeking) grabbing attention *wink-wink*]

Even my laugh is devilish. Don’t believe me? Make me laugh then.

5.     I SUCK AT MATH:

‘Uh huh!.. nai yaar Shruti! Baar baar galat equation form ho raha hai.. check kar’- me.

‘hahaha...................dude, what’s 4+5=? …6?’

*It's not even face-palm.. It's face-ground*

There are people who are good, better and best at math. Some are okay-ish. Some hate it. I do not hate math but I suck at it, terribly. Too much of my pocket money stays out of my pocket because I suck at calculating. I stare at the shopkeeper until he makes me understand where and how much he charged for the products I bought and even then I would doubt his mental math skills until I count it on fingers, myself. I royally suck at math. I really do. (Fun fact: I did Abacus till 2^nd grade). Yet.

6.     I LOVE TO DANCE:

Let me reframe this sentence. I love to dance on cheap, banjo, highly gavthi music. Long story short- I go crazy when I hear any baarat/ganpati visarjan/dhinchak songs. People with and around me have a really tough task in keeping me sane while walking past these kind of scenes with high music. I hardly listen to any English songs. My car ka audio box is mostly filled with ‘dekha hai pehli baar sajan ki akhon mein pyar, jai jai shivshankar, baby bring it on, zhingat’ kind of songs.(Call it a bad taste in music or eeww so tacky ..low society but I’d rather dance my way to the destination than playing angrezi songs in the car and putting it on my snapstory!).

7.     I SUCK AT CRACKING JOKES/ NARRATING ANY INCIDENT:

Normal people (humorous ones) crack a joke and everyone goes all hahaha..you are so phunny!

Whereas, when I crack a joke.. nobody moves a muscle.

I don’t blame them for doing that. It’s irritating how funny a thing is in my brain when I think of it but when I speak it, people are like.. ‘okay, barr mag?’

Same happens when I start narrating any incident. I am a writer come on! I give precise details. People laugh on my stupidity more than my jokes. No wonder I am single.

Yeah, I am a crack head but hey! I have embraced it happily and so should you okay? Do not lower yourself in your own eyes, there’s a huge difference between thinking negatively about ourselves and self deprecating jokes. The former needs love and acceptance. While the latter one, which is what I prefer; needs encouragement. So if even you are a weirdo like I am.. high-five! Trust me, we can be instant best friends!

Just go out, experience this craziness and be called… Such-a-Bliss !

P.S: Also, Christmas is around the corner !!!

This feeling abandons me,

But how to get off this aviary ?

Wishing to fly as high as possible,

Achieving of what all I am capable.

Thought life was way better beyond the school,

Now that I think of it.. it’s just a mirage and not a pool.

Everything seems so monotonous, until those stupid friends tag along;

Why don’t we choose something were we truly belong?

Just when you think it’s all done and dusted,

Past creeps in with matters old and rusted.

What saddens me is trying to fit in,

Wanting to escape yet settling with a grin.

Let’s take the charge once and for all,

United we stand divided we fall.

Let’s help each other to spread wide smiles,

Forget a little, Forgive a little and walk miles!

If you and I felt happier from within,

We’d only bring in bliss than a sin.

P.S: Exclusive poetry! my tiny brain is super creative when I freaking need to study. Anywho! sending all you guys condolences for the 'exam time' jk All the very very best and... go study.. Such-a-Bliss!..

HAPPY DIWALI HAPPY DIWALI HAPPY DIWALI (nacho!!wwoohhooo!!) 

And you cannot imagine how thrilled I am throughout the year for this festival. You remember the time in school we all wrote an essay about ‘My Favourite Festival’???  and if it happened to be Diwali then the first line of the essay would always be, ‘Diwali is the festival of lights’(or was I the only stupid bum who wrote such things?). Nevermind…

Need I tell you how fun Diwali is? Need I? I mean come on, look around you. Houses are lit up (it is the only time parents don’t use their ‘Light kyu on hai? Diwali hai kya?’ dialogue). We can hop all around our as well as our friend’s society and do the most amazing thing called- blowing up every sane person’s ear drums with the noisiest fire crackers. We can do a little stunts infront of our crushes such as lighting up a cracker on the hand and show how much guts we’ve got. We can go to our relatives place and have samosa, chivda, chakli, ladoos, falan dimkana; basically  ‘Ghee (oil/tel) mein dubee hui laash’ type of food. 

Guys, let’s just peep in and see how your Diwali is different than mine or is it relatable. Lehh go…

1.     CRACK HEADS: 

I am not against bursting crackers but there’s this one dude who has destroyed my love for them. This guy apparently wakes up early in the morning and sets out the longest chain of those ugly red chilly crackers. Why? Why? Why would you do that to anybody!? Why would you disturb anybody’s beauty sleep?  And then there is a different set of crazy dudes who burns the crackers on their hands; I mean wow ! ‘Yeh dekh..aab tera bhai bomb lagayega..’ And mind you, this is the case with every guy! I cannot understand what joy it brings to you men in proving how much guts you’ve got? Just be safe okay ?! please!

2.     MANDATORY MESSAGES AND PHONE CALLS:

Mostly, Diwali is the only time when we send a courtesy message to even our enemies. And don’t even get me started on those WhatsApp forwards. My parents are so obsessed with wishing each and every relative, friend or colleague of theirs that they’d legit google the Diwali images, download them and forward to every person on their contact list. ‘Deepawali chya hardik shubhecha bara ka!’ 

    I kid you not I have got only 19 w’app contacts, I am so bored to even type a diwali message in return that I send voice notes to every person. Why? I like to annoy people whom I love. Jk, I am the laziest person on this planet.

3.     UNNECESSARY GIFTS:

Okay, gifts can never be bad but then there is a special time for gifting someone a crockery set, 10 kilo dry fruits, thousands of handmade chocolates and that is.. guess? Sahi pakde hai!.. DIWALI. Do all of us a favour, put some cash in an envelope and there we go.. best diwali gift ever is ready! As simple as that! Sorry but I’d prefer that envelope than the most useless gifts which Mumma would be like.. ‘Oh I am keeping this and will not use for like 20 years but it’s cute so yeah!..’

4.     RANGOLIS AND DIYAS/DIAS (sorry I have dyslexia):

Sshhhhh!! Don’t tell anyone okay? Pinky promise? – I was the kid who spoiled rangolis of the house next to mine. I was the kid who used to blow out diyas/dias of the house next to mine (and then mentally sing happy birthday to me. Does that make me a bad person? Sorry *puppy face*). Let’s just all be true to ourselves and accept the fact that we have a split personality within ourselves which tempts us to be evil and make us do all stuff which the good soul doesn’t approve of.

5.     FOOD, NEW CLOTHES AND RELATIVES:

A.    I belong to a Maharashtrian household and I do not get this that why my mom, my aunts, my other maharashtrian friends moms are so obsessed with the ‘DIWALI CHA FARAL’ (For those who aren’t maharashtrian – Faral is the food we make such as: chakli, ladoos,chivda, karanji etc). I am that kind of person who is all thrilled to taste the faral when it’s in the process of making and would go straight to the kitchen to steal a rava ladoo, (it’s my fav I can kill anybody for it) and then Mumma would be like ‘no no we have to keep this for bhagwan ka prasad, have it later’. Then there is segregation of the faral, ‘this is for Archu maushi, this is for mothi aai, this is for Dandekar kaki and that is for…’ the list is endless! And I sit there like- Toh mai kab khau !!??

B.     I love going to malls. Clothes, bags, shoes, movie theater, food court, gift shop- all under one roof (hey there Mr.Boyfriend, dropping hints). The second best thing after the ‘food court’ is the clothes! I love it! I go crazy when I see a beautiful dress, which would fit me precisely, I’d look ravishing, click a zillion selfies but then.. money bro. ‘I SWEAR I DON’T HAVE ANYTHING TO WEAR’, is my cry and then parents are a little extra giving on Diwali like – jaa beta jee le apni zindagi, so why not.. shop a little? 

C.     ‘Haaji.. aaj kal har jaghe politics ho raha hai, kya kar sakte hai!?’- Uncles To my Dad. ‘Aare.. I know her very well, her husband is spending money like water on her, nai tar aamche hey! ekach saree ghetli Rs.10,000 chi’ – Aunts to my Mumma. ‘Bhaiya zara meri ek acchi picture kheechdo, candid lena ha’ – Me to any random cousin. (haha jauukss).

And that’s a wrap for today hope you like it. A little news for those who love to read my blog: 

A.    Nothing much, was just thinking about posting on Facebook too the next time I write something. Is it worth a thought?

B.     DO NOT DO STUNTS AND BURN YOURSELF UP. Have a safe Diwali with your items (don’t lit a pataka, date one). Me- *laughs pett pakadke* 

C.     HAPPIESSSSTTTTTT DIIIIWAALLLIIIIIIII uummaahhh!! Go nuts and wish everybody until they say-  bas kar Such-a- Bliss!

Disclaimer: This is more of an emotional/philosophical post, so if you feel it's too boring.. you are a bad person! Jk. Feel free to write back to me if you think so but stick around till the end. Lehh go!
  
Okay, I'd be lying if I say I am always smiling and cheerful. The ones who are/were close to me know it very well that I am a cry baby. Trust me bud I have had worst downfalls in my life that I feel should never ever happen to you beautiful people. So let me allow to share your burden for time being.

            PROBLEMS WE ALL FACE 
Who says we need to be cheerful all the time, put a smile, be brave? There comes a time when every one of us need a shoulder to cry on, somebody who would just listen to our incessant complaints and whining about how life has been unfair or some time alone, with no one else around- do some painting, write something, listen to music, dance it out, burn some cals in the gym, sleep, drink, smoke or absolutely do nothing. Don't lie.. we all do some or the other thing to get a little escape from the problems we deal with. 
The reason we feel lonely, stressed or sad is either we have cut ourselves off from masses or we need someone to connect with the most.
I have a person in my life who keeps mum whenever she feels like. She won't talk much to anybody or just simply reply yes or no and then there are times when her level of craziness has no bar! Whenever I ask her the reason behind such behavior she'd say.. ‘I, myself do not know why I suddenly do not feel like speaking to anybody, there is no apparent reason for this behavior.' Well.. People are crazier on the inside as well.

 - ‘EXPECTATION IS THE ROOT OF ALL HEARTACHES’
The reason we suffer through depression or do not feel satisfied is, we expect. We expect numerous things from our parents, friends, partners, other people and especially ourselves. I am the kind of person who wears her heart on her sleeve. I am too emotional and get upset over silliest of the things. My mom says I have a child's heart, I cannot understand someone else’s perspective easily and then I expect that others should understand me (well, mom knows everything, even if she doesn't). Likewise, different people have their own levels of adapting things, bearing pains, handling rejections. 

             LACK OF UNDERSTANDING
Why do you think people fight? - Difference in opinion? No.. answer is - lack of understanding. I have friends who broke up their relationships just because the other fellow was clingy, aggressive, dependent, vulnerable etc. What we fail to understand is, didn't we think about these qualities of our partners before getting into relationship with them? Majority of us love the other person because we found these qualities fascinating at the beginning. I won't talk much on this topic as I am not the right person to do so. But I would never promote a breakup unless it is extremely necessary. What I think is , being in love is a totally different thing than being in a relationship. We can be in love with anybody but relationship is a responsibility, it’s mutual. Oh Christ! Too much of expectations and understandings… 


              POSITIVITY TO ADAPT
Where were we? Yeah.. so.. there’ll come a time when some things wouldn’t matter much like they do now. I tell you why. I have got friends who have recently shifted to another city, state and even country for their careers. And majority of them had somewhere in life had been deeply hurt but took it in a positive way. All we sad-asses need that level of positivity man! When I hear from them, it makes me feel so proud that I have touched these people! People with flesh and blood! So close to me have moved to a foreign land all on their own, leading best lives they could ever have had imagined. That braveness? Yes my friend! That braveness.. to hold in every emotion for a bit longer and mastering the art of making palace from a pack of cards. That braveness.. to hold in every hurt feeling and achieving something so big that would bring happy tears in their as well as to other's eyes. That braveness.. to face all troubles today in order to gain a beautiful future tomorrow. These guys have understood what’s important at this very moment and they are striving for it right away and what are we doing? Crying over spilt milk.
     It's all philosophy, but practiced and proven. All of this would make sense to some and for others it might be a piece of shit. But for those who were/are in a crisis, like I was; this message would act as the wooden plank on which Jack asked Rose to climb on when Titanic sank. ‘Doobte ko tinke ka sahara’.
                         CONCLUSION
'Answer to every situation lies with ourselves already'. If this wasn't the case then why and how did our ancestors were able to discover fire, wheel and the latest.. internet, computers and even the phones on which you are reading this article? If we humans create a problem, we have a solution over it too. And talking about being lonely, alone, introvert won't make you a bad person but you certainly would miss on the thrill called Life and how to live it. So.. khush raho yaar, go give jhappis, spread happiness and most importantly be happier from within before passing it to someone else. That's the secret of being Such-a-Bliss.
'Joh khush ho voh sabse albela hai
Joh khush naa ho voh bheed mein bhi akela hai'.
P.S: Good vibes bheji hai.. mil jaye toh bata dena!

Hello ji..kem che, saaru che, danda leke maaru che! (hehe jaaukkss) how good are you guys doing? I am fine, very good, thankyou very much. First thing's first.. give me a hi to the fi (hi-five) for being such cuties I have ever ever ever met/read. Your love towards my stupid writings dragged me to get back on my mission 'smile please'. Let's quickly get into today's topic. It’s pretty much related to our normal boring lives (atleast mine is boring these days. Why? Long story…some other day). But what I’ll be talking about is ‘TYPES OF FRIENDS’ I have met (Oohhhlala). You'll be like - Do not bore us, what same- same topics every time yaar! (#Meh whatever).

Come on! Let's just accept the universal truth that we like to talk about our friends and who is with whom and he did this and she did that and I miss you and you know what, just fffffff** (too far! too far! too far!) woosshhh! Sorry. So you are getting what I mean right? If not then… leehh go!!

TYPE NO 1.
 When we have got into really great friendship and it surpasses the ‘ohhoo bade log, you do not talk to me anymore, I wouldn't talk to you', 'you took my pen and didn't return it', 'chewed my one and only pencil to half', 'gave you to take a bite of my vada pav and you owned it like a boss', 'you mocked me in front of my crush', 'you locked me in the opposite sex's loo', 'you did the mischief and I bared all the punishments’, ‘you spilled water all over my clothes and teased ‘suu kar jara luvkar mala jaychay tujhya nantar’ UUUGGHHH!! The list is endless. Yeah there are some friendships which has no barriers, you can literally fart and be obnoxiously under civilized. That’s the benchmark of long lasting ones. It can be childhood friends, school friends, friends you went to tuitions with, your ‘aahhoo kaki..tyala cricket khelayla pathava na’ friends. Basically all your friends with whom you shared matching under wears and watched Shinchan/tom and jerry/mickey mouse club house/ bob the builder/noddy etc.

TYPE NO 2.
These ones are a little too cool for us kind of friends who spoke to us about latest trends, fashion, television series, funky gadgets. Who used to bring that stupid electric pen to give us mini heart attack with ‘aee shock deu kay?’ Mind you, these bunch of people gave me useless ideas just as buying invisible ink pen to copy maths paper.

TYPE NO 3.
The naughtiest of all! The terrible group of extremely evil dudes but fun to be with. The last bench federation kind of gang. These guys enjoyed roasting and screwing each and every person’s vivas and orals. Some teachers hated them from the core of their hearts and some loved their awfulness. Their way of enjoying life was on a level 100. Crazy people!  I tell you.

  TYPE NO 4.
Then came a time when we all of us got an upgrade and went to sassy colleges or classes where we met these rich brats. Great clothes, branded shoes, high end mobile phones. You name it and they had it already! Yeaahhh.. the ones who stole all the thunder and grabbed everybody’s attention. I do accept that sometimes…these brats had a life all of us secretly craved and we hated it having compared ourselves to them!!

TYPE NO 5.
The cool ones are those who paid for your food. Jk! These guys sat boring lectures with us and added snap stories of it. Even the chapters like world war, derivatives and integration became interesting with them because we never paid attention to what was being taught. (oh now I get it why I suck at numericals and historic dates).

TYPE NO 6.
The studious and the gifted ones. Now, these are two different kinds of friends we had. One was the extremely studious (just like Naina in yjhd) and the other category is for the ones who loitered around with us, always did timepass, always gave us company in the exam hall and said ‘chill kar mujhe bhi kuch nai aata’ and then stood first in class! (which was disheartening. You know who you are and you are a really bad person!). You make me lose all the faith in friendship.

TYPE NO 7.
The new great friend you got out of nowhere. Nothing’s common between you two but everything seems so perfect. Your college life is incomplete without this person. You go in severe depression if this person doesn’t meet you one day or leaves you alone to attend frustrating lectures. You can share your deepest troubles (which is when you miss your ex, crush, current or you absolutely miss no one) with this person and then go all nuts, laughing your guts out. (Hey there Prachi!). You can laugh and forget that you had a problem to deal with. Doing this therapy might not give answer to your problems but you’ll get immense courage to face it.

TYPE NO 8.
Last but not the least, ‘aare.. you know what! Lekha ko mai ne kisi ladke ke sath dekha’ people. The cosmo magazine’s content are nothing in front of the juicy pieces of gossips these gossipers have! If you are a guy and reading this sounds bullshit to you then babe, even you men gossip after getting high. (how do I know? Haha.. I have friends who tell me).

 So children, that’s all for today. If you feel I missed on a type of friend which you are acquainted with then do write to me about it. I know you may have seen videos of youtubers speaking on such topics but I swear none of it is copy paste. I kid you not, I have had these kind of friends in my life and I generally share real life experiences so yeah! none of this is made up.  And a writer like me needs love and never ending support of readers like you. Loads of pyar to you.  Love you but..as a friend, Such-a-Bliss right?! (wink-wink). Ek baat aur.. Gangadhar hi Shaktiman hai!!

Hey you scholar people out there! How's life and all huh? Good? Yeah mine is pretty good too (I am lying!)
(I feel terrible, not to be amongst the super gifted people on this planet who score a 100 on 100. I feel terrible when I suck at math. I feel terrible when my friend's life is happening than mine. I feel terrible when my aunt brags about her Human 2.0 version kid and his achievements. Please don't hate me for this, I am just being real! But that's not what you should talk publicly right?) 

Let me keep hand on my heart and be true that whatever I'd write today might not make sense to you or entertain you but yes, before being a writer I am a person, and that too a sensitive one. 
We can be instant best friends if you didn't like calculations in your growing years and was made fun of your short comings. It's not like I have hatred for maths but the point is I do not like it, people joked about that too. I have always been a healthy kid, and people laughed upon that too. It's normal behavior of a human to laugh at the person who falls and then pick him up and ask whether he's fine. I mean yeah! Thanks for asking bro, you care about me and my sentiments way too much. I am not against laughing over the above reasons, I am not envious to other peoples life rather I myself have promised to spread smiles but it kills me each day to see how competitive the world has become. Who's a better player? Who'd score more marks this time? Who'd be chosen over whom? We'll see...
We'll surely see my friend, how a report card can define a child's caliber and capabilities.

Guys, if ever; like ever! You feel weird about yourself, hate your decisions, you are treated as a joke, you ever got bullied or troubled by anybody in any phase of your life let me tell you... You are not just the only one this happens to. Life happens to everyone. If you breakdown some day, you wake up feeling empty, feel immense pain physically or mentally allow me assure you that everything is going to be fine one day. 

Like I said I am a sensitive person at heart. I cry buckets when things go wrong or do not happen the way I planned them. I have always been a cry baby but when I do something good, sometimes even better than everyone else, people come and tell me 'well done.. You proved us wrong'. My answer to this is 'I dont want to prove you wrong, I want to prove my old self wrong who used to think that I wasn't worthy enough. My life was a waste and that old me who believed I couldn't do anything'. And when I learn something new from my mistakes I feel no shame in speaking it out loud. At least by doing so someone might just benefit from it who's equally on the verge of falling down the cliff which I had once or twice fallen and in the third attempt made it to the top. (I am not showing off or something but I do feel that whatever happened to me shouldn't even happen to my enemies if only I have any|wink-wink|).

Pass on love, pass on strength, pass on positivity, pass on smiles... Happiness is contagious my friend. And always see the bright side of life. Look upto your own self and your survival story. And the ones who bring you down are doing their job very efficiently because anybody can pass negativity easily but it takes a genuine person to pass on a good vibe and those kind of people are hard to find. And if you find one then that would be...Such-a-Bliss!

P.S: I really need to go through what I just wrote up there once my results are out in May because I am going to fail miserably *it's not faceplam...it's face-ground*

Until then whatever time I have got with you lovely people, I'd hope and wish you'll love me then like you do now and say she is  Such-a-Bliss! 

To be honest today’s topic was the one which took me a good two and a half hour of constant staring at my laptop screen, scratching my head and not even typing a single word!

FRIENDS?

I have found out that no matter how much I try to fake my panache and be cold hearted, all my friends laugh at this very thought as if I cracked some joke of the century. People who know me at all and who can read my mind are freaking monstrous and I gladly call them as my FRIENDS. It’s amazing how some conversations are meant to be shared with them. The creepiest, the scandalous, the weirdest, the ‘not so great idea’, the cheap level abuses… you name it and those things are done by and with… guess who? Friends!

  

It’s more like a tribute I am paying to all the psychopaths in our lives this time because hello? Why shouldn’t I? After all, our best friend hates our ex more than we do and that gives us a reason to shower all our love on them. You and I both know that whatever (I seriously mean it) whatever the situation is they are just “Bhai kaha hai tu?” “Bhava kuthes tu?” “ Bhai tu kya che?” (a call away). They are our extended family. There’s surely going to be one friend in your life who is a mixture of all our family members. Even if we swore someday on never smiling again these guys just have to come in front of us, flash their creepy smiles and we are done!

ONE SUCH UNAVOIDABLE EXPERIENCE:

I am not going to ask you has it, I am asking you how many times this has happened to you when you have planned something, made a whatsapp group, everything is fun and games until the last moment when you get a call from your priceless possession saying ‘sorry man cannot make it this time, you people carry on though???’  This sentence triggers a world war 3 like situation and that person has the audacity to say ‘at least I showed some courtesy to call, I was out of balance, I recharged it and I called you first or else I had options of avoiding your incessant phone calls rather I could have just text you saying I am not coming'. Aww you were so worried about me, weren’t you? So sweet, it is fine by me but the next time we meet, ‘if’ we meet, make sure that you are ready with some fight proof idea from getting murdered by me or might just disappear from this planet? Well, if you go and ask my college group, they are the ones who make plans and I am the one who conveniently backs off most of the time (please don’t hate me for that! I will never do that to you, cross my heart and hope to die). But that’s how it is, isn’t it? And the excuses which we throw at our friends for not showing up are very well known by them and guess what, they don’t judge us! Ever! And I mean it when I say they didn’t bitch about us for cancelling at the last moment, they didn’t make us feel envious through their super fun photographs, they didn’t ever posted them on social media with catchy captions and a post script saying ‘we missed you with hash tags’. We indeed are so lucky (wink wink) (if you know what I mean).

WHAT’S TRUE, THAT’S TRUE?

Well, I can bet my butt on the fact that no matter how much we abuse and bruise our friends, no matter whether those countless fights end with a sorry or a no sorry at all, no matter how many flings and heartbreaks happen to us, no matter how distinct two personalities can be… a ‘true’ friend is always besides us, we just need to keep our eyes and ears open to adapt their words of wisdom and of course their nonsensical talks. Those who feel like they do not have a real friend, can you please read between the lines and love me the way I love you guys?

If you like this blog please don’t forget to follow, share and comment and let me know about your views and suggestions. There are numerous other things which I intentionally missed out and will share with you but let’s just take a break and bitch about our friends some other day. And before I forget a bear hug to all my friends who believed in me and made me take up blogging so seriously. You know what you mean to me. Guys, just go and hug your best friend until he/she calls you… Such-a-Bliss!

INFORMAL HELLO!

It would take me a few more days to digest the fact that I have a blog of my own and I’ll be sharing my stuff with you guys! Oh God I cannot express it in words how excited I am to do this. I have received many suggestions and comments on my social networking profile that ‘why don’t you blog?’  Apart from scripting a few functions in my school and writing lengthy captions to my pictures, I never really had the guts to actually take up writing and stuff so seriously. And now that I have gathered some courage, why not just…write?

GATHERING SOME CONFIDENCE

It’s challenging for a little soul like me to match up to other bloggers bar but I’d definitely try my best to bring out fun- to- read scripts. Do catch up with me and help me take my baby step into this new world. Let me know about your views and ideas on how I should make my blog more interesting. Let’s hold hands and exchange a family vibe!

Aarya- she is my reason to smile. What's yours?

WHY Such a Bliss?

There are many people who talk about their problems and worries, what they do not have or could not achieve in life. It is like an addiction. So, why not just break this negative habit and talk about our joys, our love and our dreams instead?  In here, I am going to share a few stories, personal experiences, plenty of love and try to build a world where only happiness prevails. I want to spread an epidemic of happiness, I want to capture the *aaww* moments and portrait them through my words. It can be any freaking thing. If the content spreads a smile on your face then I’d count it as a blessing like at least I managed somehow to make a pretty face even prettier and that’s….Such a Bliss!