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Tuesday 25 February 2014

Smile. That'll be enough. :)



“Oh no. Don't smile. You'll kill me. I stop breathing when you smile."


I couldnt think of anything else but this quote to begin this short little thing I wrote a few days back.


That smile, the one that is so happy. 

That smile, the one that is so vibrant. 
That smile, the one that is so wide. 
That smile, the one which automatically makes me smile.

Pearly white, oh so bright! 
If it was in my hands, I would never want that smile out of my sight.

Endless conversations go in my head about this flawless smile,
The endless thoughts about something so bright! 
Will I get to see that smile? 
Will I ever be the reason for that smile? 
And many more.

My head says, This smile is trouble, This smile is attractive, This smile will make you drool and fall,
but My heart says, This smile is charming, This smile is genuine, This smile is worth a try!

So, Smile you "Smiling Person" , Because no matter what, I love to see that SMILE.


:)

Saturday 22 February 2014

The FIRST YEAR, Law School: Part 1.

I have been writing and erasing this post since years now, I never really thought what all I need to put in this and what I should'nt, because three years back when I entered college I did not have any idea how many times the people around me will change, but then isn't change the only constant? So yes, three years and yes it's been quite a ride. So I decided to finally pen it down, everything, not giving it second thoughts, I am here typing whatever hits my head and heart.

Year One..
When I was sure of the admission, the heart had a mixed feeling. The feeling of not seeing a few faces I have been seeing everyday, and the feeling of being free, and this feeling of finally landing in a place I dropped an year for, not the exact place but well Law School finally. Independence is something I cannot live without, the charm in being free, in doing what your heart says is so amazing! Life is short, time is a precious commodity, and this heart has a zillion wishes, desires and dreams, and so I was out there to complete and chase a few I had, and I left home with a lot of emotions buried right where they are supposed to be. No CRYING, because that's kept for the alone time.! :)

Raipur. HNLU. Law School. The home away from home for the next five years.
Away from Home, like a free bird, happy, bubbly, excited I was pretty sure it wouldnt be troublesome to settle in this college, which was absolutely not the case! :P The first thing and the only thing that caused huge trouble were insects, little tiny reptiles and they continue to be a trouble.

The People. Semester One.
Luck isn't my thing, but this time it definitely was. Admission times I had exchanged numbers with this girl from Dilli, and I was pretty sure she would be someone who wont even bother talking to me, "no reasons, but I had this feeling". What happened was the complete opposite.! About this, I'll write in the next part.
I reach college, my mother was there to help me with things, setting up the room etc and she was to go back by the evening train, as we were done shopping and then setting the room, it was time for her to leave, and there it was again, that emotional moment which I was trying to avoid, but could'nt. Like always, I was smiling with a super heavy heart, how much I am going to miss the food, being carefree, fighting over the tv remote and so on.

She left and there I was, alone on my own , Like I have always wanted to be. Answerable to no one. All alone.


Sunday 16 February 2014

It's never enough. NEVER.

Efforts. Efforts they say always count, in every field, be it relationships, friendships, academics and LIFE in general. But at this one point of time, it strikes you it's never enough. You may end up changing yourself for someone, but sometimes all they can see is all the flaws in you. 
We are human beings, and we are flawed, but when we are aware of them and we try and work on it,  and then one thing which makes you stop doing it , when the people closest to you won't appreciate the effort. Fine, don't appreciate but stop saying that there's no effort. 

They say, things change, things work when you want them to, but I think, no matter what you do, when something is not pleasant to the eye, that person would probably not say it, but it's there , there right in the heart, which you cannot see, but it comes only when there's an emotional outburst. So how long can one explain things? How long can one hope that things would be forgotten, things would not be mentioned because they are so futile.? How long?

Truth is of various kinds, one is the truth that'll be exactly what it is, it's harsh but it's real and it surely is something that is  not good to hear , the second is polished truth, so it's more like stating the facts but well you coat it with other things so that it's not unpleasant and not at all harsh. The third is manipulated truth, which I don't really consider in the category of truth. 
When people lie, knowing that the truth hurts, the one aspect they miss is that when the truth will come out, the hurt would be graver, it would be deeper and it'll take a longer time to heal, to be forgotten.

There comes a time when you want to give up on everything; friendships, relationships, hardships, on LIFE.
At that time, if you're lucky, someone would be there, to make you come back to life and deal with it, but at times the person you need to pick yourself up, is the only person who you are tired of explaining things, and when that happens, you realise, it's NEVER enough, it NEVER was, NEVER will be. 

Here it is then. I QUIT.