a ball in hand and 7 runs to win.........

When its just a ball in hand and 7 runs to win the match , you know that the best can still not save the rest........in my final sem now....... wid an internship in hand....which sucks at its best.......i dont really know how to save my life......from depression... from bevilderness....from being blande.....
and from being sick.......
everytime i confess that i am done and confide in myself....i know there is hope.... hope that things will be better and to vitalize this hope is the memory of good times....
Lets all come together at once ....... a group hug ( :)) and shout on top of our voices....how life was fun...
was it more fun at Nasa in Bhopal..... when our lazy boys got a kick on their ass and played for our zone....or is it the magic in us...the gurls....who cheered them at the best....dont u think we shud appreciate the water gurls who made sure they quenched the thirst of their players!
or shud we thank the good gurl who made sure the players lived in a smoke free zone so that they played better the next day....
or shud we kick the boys that they never played the next day...

was it more exciting in allapy .... the beach.... with water every where... in the waves ... in the rain... in the mud..... was it fun to capture the moments behind the camera or to face it and have an everlasting memory.... is it me or is it u..... whose the one who makes it more fun...
is it the cold and the infinite number of sorrys and the action cum drama cum emotion that happened at munnar or the sick evening at kochin that we want to remember for long....

was it more fun in the train...when no 1 slept for n number of reasons..... or was it more fun.....
when u and me almost missed a heartbeat.... u know wat i am talking about..... the bikers at pondichery....

hey and wat about the swim...at our college lake.... barso re megha ...barso..... will u think of aishwarya in the song first or suddenly remember how we danced to our own tunes...................

will college not remind u of the strikes we did sitting in the sun...determined not to move......
"hamare maange puri karo"
how can we ever forget about the antireservation drive that we participated in...............
" 1..2..3...4.. bandh karo yeh athyachaar" ,
wat comes first " gali gali mein shor hai...arjun singh chor hai ...." or the doubt....
" arjun singh kaun hai?" is it our dumbness or the enthu factor that scores us better........
is it u or is it me......or is it the right mixture or just the time factor........

Is it our innosence at Mumbai Nasa that we will cherish more ... or is it the fame that we encountered at the council meet ........

Which days were more precious.... the days wen we had no money........or the days wen we dint know how to splurge.....

each moment....each incident....each episode....just went buy...... scoring a higher point..hitting a better six..and a longer memory....

like i mentioned earlier...... wen its just one ball away and 7 runs to win..... however hard i try...
its still only a draw....... i am just making sure its atleast a draw.....

for u............

the rest of the world might just get away widout even knowing who i am ......
the rest of the world might just get away widout even knowing what i want....
the rest of the world might just get away widout even realising what i am doing...........
either because they are disinterested or because they arent competent enuf.....

but u knw it all...... before i even say it....
ur the one whom i can never hide my tears from.... i never want to....
i always do wat i exactly want to....even wen u say that i am gonna fall....
i always do the same mistake...and come crying to u like i am done and over....and can never ever get up....
but then u know exactly well how to kick my ass and make sure i get going in life.....
its that moment that i cry in ur lap ...wen i know its only happiness .....now......
u r the one whose made me strong every minute and taught me to set tougher limits everytime..
i can never forget the one sentence that u ever told me....
" its enuf that u exist .... u dont have to achieve anything or prove anything for me to love u more....... ur the best thing that happened to me"
most of the times..... i can get over the most complicated things without a bit of complex.....coz i know ..... ur mine....and only mine....
i dont really know if i'll ever make it big.....
i dont really know if anybody will ever look upto me..
i dont really know if i can always be confident to look straight into my own eyes....
all i know is..... life rocks..... wid u......
it feels complete to have u........
yes....... ur the best and the only love of my life.............. i love u mumma...........

figuring out what i want?

One of my passions and passtimes being to crib..... i thought i should take some time off...to figure out what i really really want in life........
So here i go......
i dont really like transition in relationships.... so may be a husband and not a boyfriend....
i am sick of my internship...so i want to be a house wife....
oh my god....now that i am married...and i also dont have to go to work......i want kids.....
one shonu and one shoni......
i want my kids to be funny and definitely not those granny type kids...... i want those innocent guchi puchi kids...... who'll say....." mumma mumma" all the time.......
i want them to go to school for fun.... and i will never force them to take studies seriously...... but then they have a choice to be intelligent and go to IIT.....:p
Before anything else... i want a sexy body... and n number of sarees.....and look sexy all the time....
ohk...and what happens to all the pain that i took to do my architecture...
well... i had enuf pain....so let there be peace now....... he he
education can always reflect in behaviour....may be i can paint my house....and if my husbands rich enuf...then he can probably be my only client.....:p
let me get into the intricate details now...
as i always claim to be independent..... i am always gonna have opinions in life...and as a human being of minimum iq....my husband will have opinions too... and how i feel they will be contrary....
( not everybody can think like me)
so we'll land up fighting............
and then we'll bang doors at each other....and then some1 will have to stretch their hand.....
say its my turn... i'll possibly make him coffe.......( i love the smell of coffee..... and i hate makin tea....) and... then probably smile.... and train my kids enuf...that they start singing....." papa ko mumma se....mumma ko papa...se....pyaar hai.....hai na ....bolo ...bolo...." and then my husband has to giggle and possibly patch up...
now say the fight is feary and teary...then i will only sing a song for him...ahem ahem...
tu jahan jahan chalega....mera saayaa....saath hoga.....
and then toh he has to come on his knees...and get engaged to me again....:p
Now that we just patched up and are going to have our ding dongs......... u can just wait for me to imagine more and write more.......:) :)