It’s wondrous what a hug can do.

A hug can cheer you when you’re blue.

A hug can say, “I love You so”

Or, “I hate to see you go.”

A hug is “Welcome back again,”

And “Great to see you! Where’ve you been?”

A hug can soothe a small child’s pain,

And bring a rainbow after rain.

The hug, there’s just no doubt about it—

We scarcely could survive without it!

A hug delights and warms and charms,

It must be why God Gave us arms.

Hugs are great for fathers and mothers,

Sweet for sisters, swell for brothers;

And chances are you favorite aunts

Love them more than potted plants.

Kittens crave them, puppies love them;

Heads of states are not above them.

A hug can break the language barrier,

And make travel so much merrier.

No need to fret about your store of ‘em;

The more you give, the more there’s more of ‘em.

So stretch those arms without delay

And give someone a hug today!!!!

personal view…. pen & paper

comfort food… re-assuring caffeine

dreamless sleep… escaping reality

mineral water… addictive poison

speeding trains… whistling wind

screwed-up day… classic rock

rock bands… crazy thoughts
small animals… maternal instincts

wailing babies… angry curses

short temper… mild violence

Will be back with some more……
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The comfort of the classrooms,

The bustle of the 1st quad,

The finery of the architecture,

The flurry of the foyer,

The flavours of the canteen,

The solitude of the woods,

The homely feel of the mess,

The serenity of the chapel,

The enthusiasm of the Jesuits

The mystery of the arches

The talent of the students

The youthfulness of the professors

That’s what my Xavier’s is all about…this and a lot more!

And I’d give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be
And I don’t want to go home right now

And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
Cause sooner or later it’s over
I just don’t want to miss you tonight

And I don’t want the world to see me
Cause I don’t think that they’d understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And you can’t fight the tears that ain’t coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything seems like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know your alive

And I don’t want the world to see me
Cause I don’t think that they’d understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

I don’t want the world to see me
Cause I don’t think that they’d understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am

No one knows what it’s like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
And no one knows
What it’s like to be hated
To be fated to telling only lies

But my dreams they aren’t as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That’s never free

No one knows what its like
To feel these feelings
Like i do, and i blame you!
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through

Discover l.i.m.p. say it [x4]
No one knows what its like
To be mistreated, to be defeated
Behind blue eyes
No one knows how to say
That they’re sorry and don’t worry
I’m not telling lies

No one knows what its like
To be the bad man, to be the sad man
Behind blue eyes.

Je voudrais…

…adopter une tortue de bébé

…voyager le monde

…dormir pendant longtemps

…manger du chocolat et fromage et ne pas devenir gros

…nager avec des dauphins

…consommer le gâteau au fromage

…marcher sur la plage et sentir le sable par mes pieds

…vivre sans règles

…avoir une bibliothèque à ma maison

…jouer avec des pingouins

C’est tout !! Ces désirs ne sont pas trop….

Today is a sad day. My partner-in-crime Pradnya is spending her last few hours of her first job here at NS. I am sure it must be tougher for her, considering that she has worked here for real long. It’s not easy for me either. She was the first person at work who allowed me to ‘be myself’. There was no superficiality, no hypocrisy, and no politics in her world. Considering the state of mind I was in (since it was my first job), she simply drew me out of my shell and brought colour into my life.

The first day, the seat to my right was vacant. I wondered who this girl was and what kind of person would she be. I had my immediate instinctive reaction: worry. I worry about every little thing: about the past, the present and the future. That’s me! The third day I saw her and my first reaction was relief. She was probably one of few people who did not fill me with dread or make me jittery with nervousness. I relaxed and our first words of ‘Hi’ culminated into a crazy fun-filled memorable friendship, which has no bounds for MADNESS!!

We live and we let live.

We connect through facebook. (she harasses me actually)

We share our thoughts over wecheeto.

We giggle like hyenas over Omelet Maggie!! Sometimes we eat and drink so much, we cannot keep track of what followed what!

We make bathroom trips together just for the heck of it (don’t find it weird, we girls like company even in the loo)!!

We tempt each other to drink Tropicana! (I will not forget your ‘garam’ Tropicana’)

We ‘net send’ to each other for no apparent reason (just a Hi or wassup)

We get overjoyed just going to the 20-20 shop (now who said girls fancy upscale shopping?)

We blog together.

Sniffles as I fondly call her, laughs like there are no worries in the world and makes you forget yours. Her face lights up when she talks about her beloved Beige. She scrunches up her nose when the food is not upto mark. She layers her curds with sugar and sugar and more sugar (crème de brule!!) She makes puppy faces (taking after Beige I must say!) when I refuse her something. She is crazy over pink, but that simply adds to her personality. She has taught me the tricks of our trade (which I shall refrain from mentioning here). She has simply made my life at work easier.

I don’t think I can write anymore, for fear of letting out any more secrets!! The bottom line remains: she was my guardian angel at NS. And the thought of her big grin not lighting up my face every morning at 11:30 makes me sad. But I know she has many more miles to go and lots of success to achieve. I also know for sure she will shine her way through wherever she goes from now on.

Prads you bring a smile to my lips, a twinkle in my eye, and joy in my heart!

Love you always and keep up the blogging spirit!! We are and will always be bloggers in crime!

Airheads are guys like Joey from Friends or like Moose from Archies’ comics…(read: du-uh!) They have this perpetually ‘i know it all’ look, but one glance at their face and you know for sure they are clueless as hell! They are mostly good looking, sometimes very good looking…the kind of looks that may make you glance back their way…but in a few minutes or days of observing them, you realise their good looks don’t really apply to their brains!They are aware they are good looking and sometimes sport a smug smirk on their face, as though they expect every freaking passer-by to tell them how handsome they are! They thrive on attention; without the spotlight, they are like fish without water…!

Fortunately for me, I have never personally known (read:befriended) any airhead, but yeah i they have been in my vicinity. The number of airheads were more in college, but then again, you do expect a little immaturity and oversmartness from college  guys. But I never thought in my wildest dreams, that I would find a similar sample at work.

They defy all rules, they flit about so that they get noticed, they talk loudly so that they are heard, they do things that would draw the maximum attention! When it comes to talking, they probably make you wanna jump out of the nearest window…when it comes to manners, you wish you had never noticed them in the first place! They are under the huge misconception that we (women) are dying to go out with them! They think they can be our knights in shining armour…but hey i got news for u! we women no longer believe in knights in shining armour! so, no thank you!

Why can’t guys behave normal, just be themselves…it doesnt take much to do that…shed that pseudo image and just be yourself man!

What do you do when you are flung out of your comfort zone into the thorny ambush of harsh reality? You cower with fright, you buckle under pressure, you tremble with rage at being abandoned so quickly. You feel betrayed and cheated because you were uprooted from the place to which you had grown attached. You hold tightly onto your memories…there are lots of them, but they slip through your palm like golden sand. Wait… I can barely recollect anything. My mind feels empty like a vast bottomless abyss, and I am afraid if I don’t hold on, I will fall into infinite space.  

People come, people go. They smile at me…I think I sense pity in their smiles…or maybe surprise? Some look at me oddly, like I am some museum piece of art. Others simply pat my hand with an assuring nod of their head. But they are still unrecognizable.  My face scrunched, I try to remember…remember anything inconsequential. Damn! Nothing. I can feel the onset of a headache. I am given advice to ‘rest’ and ‘maybe things will be better when I wake up’. Okay I accept the advice without protests.  

3 hours later. I wake up, groggy from the funny pills I had to take before sleeping. I still feel lost – the same feeling I had earlier in the day.  I stand up on shaky feet. For the first time I see I am dressed in a flimsy pale green nightgown. It feels odd and I get the feeling I have never been a ‘nightgown’ person. Maybe I am a ‘PJs’ person. Why can’t I remember? 

I walk over to the dresser and peek hesitantly into the mirror. I am scared…scared at what I will see or rather not see. As I stare persistently at the stranger in the mirror, bits and pieces of my memory start dancing in front of my eyes. Some random scenes flash past: a speeding blue Honda City…a chorus of blood-curdling screams…a loud crash…a startling explosion…some heart-wrenching cries…a heap of mangled bodies… 

‘STOP! I cannot anymore…no more please!’ I sob to my reflection. It’s too stressful, my headache is nagging again. They give me some more pills. I take it quietly; I am in no position to revolt. I am in no position to do anything. 

I find myself getting drowsy, being pulled into that cozy darkness again, where I do not have to fight demons, where I do not have to remember anything. Just before reaching that place, I find myself asking one simple question….WHO AM I ?

Pradnya: Ok… so today me and Sneha had a lot to do at work… primarily pretend that we have work, ‘coz we had none. In the evening we ate wecheeto (read veg cheese toast) and while we were voraciously hogging it, we decided to order for another. Then we decided to post a blog entry on what we did during the whole day, but since we had done virtually nothing… we had nothing to write (right now we are thinking what to write further). Sneha loved the wecheeto. I always loved it… What else? Now Sneha’s turn                                                                                        

Sneha: I am wondering how many kilos have I put on thanks to 2 wecheetos! The second one’s on the way, but I have already digested it! I am sure I am gonna get kicked out during my 3^rd week of work, thanks to this laughing hyena next to me!                                                                

Pradnya: Then suddenly someone passed by and we panicked. I taught Sneha alt+tab during this processes. Mmmmmmmmm back to Sneha

Sneha: this is Pradnya: short and sweet! She does not have many words to say…so she goes ‘mmmmmm’ ! That shows her intellect! J But still, she is my partner in crime…now enough of her…where is my s/w???? The pantry guys must be fed up of us hogs…they might have left the job! Or they have planned to go to the Himalayas after we leave, for some calm and peace of mind!

Pradnya: and that was Sneha…. She can blabber over any damn topic in the world, it doesn’t even have to make sense… she can fill the pages in no time… she is threatening me to fill more space now… mmmmmmmm Sneha is cursing the pantry guy for not bringing in her (our) wecheeto. She then suddenly spotted a girl whose dressing sense she found to be weird… now she is regretting opening her mouth at all… now we both are wondering what now… she will be leaving now, but I’ll have to wait till 9 so damn…

Sneha: Pradnya is very confused! She has no work till 9pm…she never had work otherwise, but today is different. We have eaten so much; she may fall asleep before reaching home! While she indulges in criminal activities online (like blogging, networking) and of course keeping me company, I take on the avatar of the writer and write some more and more in this post! However, this post seems to be revolving only around food and madness!! That is indeed a crazy combination. Now over to Pradnya…

Pradnya: Thank you Sneha… as you can see the weather is mad and we have no idea why we are writing this …. Wait a minute… We are writing this to kill time, but I really pity you guys reading this ‘coz damn… what else Sneha? She is her way to kill the pantry guy for not getting her wecheeto… in the meanwhile I did a spelling mistake on which we spent half an hour laughing… Ok the wecheeto is here… Shall be back after we gulp it down… cya