Tuesday, 20 August 2013

I love you, Shriti.

It's been quite long, that I've not published anything on the blog. Quite long, really. Not to neglect the fact that I broke my cell phone and have been forced to use this shitty BlackBerry. UGH! But thanks to Shriti, who has decided to update the blog for me. (Yes, she has all my accounts' passwords. Yes, she's my best friend. Yes, she's that awesome and helpful and yes, don't tell me that there is a blogger email-to-post thing available.) My blog would be updated. Yay!

Thanks, love. :)
I had promised her that I would draw her a sketch and would write a blog about her back in October, or somewhere in mid - November. But I didn't. I couldn't actually. Right from being busy at the job, to the accident, followed by going to the natives, coming back home with typhoid and jaundice and then breaking my cell. I have all the excuses lined up, okay? I'm sorry for the delay. I just want you to know that I did not say that just for the 'saying sake.'

Here's the much neglected post. (The sketch would come up soon!)

I was once stalking someone's Timeline on Twitter and there I found a link of a blog. I clicked on the link and there it was. A treasure. A treasure of feelings, emotions, a pinch of that girly drama. A lot of sadness, a fair amount of loneliness, a dying love and a yet little hope for a better tomorrow. All made of words. Just words. I kept reading the posts. Trust me, many of them made my cry. There was not a single post I could not relate to. The feeling of my life being described by a complete stranger. Yes. That feeling. Bliss.

I got the link of her Twitter profile and mentioned her about how amazing she is, as a writer and as a person and how she has inspired me to create my own blog. Yes, if I'm on blogspot today, it's because of the inspiration. The courage that I got from her to speak my heart out. I owe her a lot.

You Shriti, you are my inspiration. You are a gem of a person. I love you a lot. You are my sister. My keeper. You're the one I think of before giving up on something. You are an amazing human being and trust me, I'm honoured to have you in my life. You Shriti, you're love. Shriti is love. I'd stop here. That's a bit I could portray about you in words. You're far more amazing than what I've mentioned about you. I really hope that we meet someday. I'll kidnap you and never let you go. Haha.

Much love.

Wednesday, 16 January 2013

The End To A New Start.

And she ran into the fields,
spreading her hands wide like she's an airplane.
Her eyes sparkling with joy and her smile was not fake.

Took a round or two and jumped up high.
She was not afraid, she wasn't really feeling shy.

Her heart was singing a merry song,
The birds added up to the music in her heart.
Her happiness had no limits,
As she kept on rejoicing on the new start.

Suddenly a voice, so cruel, so harsh,
Came piercing into the sky to her ears.
It sent a chill down her spine & haunted her.
And brought back all those sorrows, those fears.

She broke down and hit the floor so hard.
As that voice whispered, "This is the end to your new start."
Drowned in the sadness, she lay on the ground, so cold.
Reliving her bittersweet nightmares, that never seems to get old.

Wednesday, 14 November 2012

If it's not forever, it's not Love..

It's been exactly 5 years now. I still remember that day when I came inside the class, feeling awfully awkward. Looking out for an empty seat to grab for the rest of the year. I got one, just 2 benches before yours. I never knew about your existence until that day. That day when our class teacher asked me to switch my place with the girl sitting next to your bench. The day I first saw you. Trust me, I always denied this fact, but yes, I liked you from that day itself.

As days passed by, I gathered all the guts it took to look at your side of the class. You tried striking a conversation, but as always, I didn't talk much. Although I was dying to talk to you. We started exchanging notes. I used to write whatever was being dictated by the teacher but you didn't. You just looked here and there, making me feel more awkward and restless. I never let it come out in my expression though.

The recess time. The time when we both used to be with our friends. How I used to HATE those 15 minutes. But you loved it, right? The only time when you could be with your close friends as they where not in the same class.

Before leaving for home, you always used to take my books to complete notes. The reason I always kept my notes up-to-date.

Half year passed by and so did my awkwardness and that shy feeling. We both eventually made two good friends and the four of us had made a little group and used to talk all day. The two of them teasing us & how we used to blush. The days you didn't come to college was my worst days ever. You added me on Orkut and used to fix timing of coming online. We used to chat. Normal chats. That's when your ex caught hold of me and tried brian washing me about you. I started disliking you instantly. I used to cry at night, thinking why did I even fell for a person like you. You always tried to make things clear but I never listened to you. I eventually stopped talking to you. And this is how the first year ended. I was actually waiting it to end.

I had ignored you completely. I went out of town for vacations. Had almost got over you. But destiny wanted something else. I still remember the day when Zak called me up just to say, 'Hey, you both are again in the same class for the next year.' How I hated our teacher for that.

First day, last year. I was completely changed. I started looking a bit more 'girly'. I could see your expression. That amazement. I hated you then, so it didn't please me even a bit. I chose a place completely opposite of your side, 3 rows away from yours. But Ma'am asked me to sit right beside you & made me the Class Representative. I hesitated but I had no other choice.
Yet I requested Ma'am to shift my place, somewhere at the backside. She did. The moment I sat there feeling relieved. You looked back, with the 'Why did you do that?' kinda expression.

Skipping the fights and misunderstandings part, when everything was back to normal and we started talking like how we used to do before. The day you confessed on Yahoo Messenger saying,"Listen, I love you."
I could not believe my eyes, made Payal to pinch me hard & that idiot took a good advantage of it. I didn't mind, I was on cloud 9 already.

Months passed. We both were suppose to study hard for the boards but we didn't. As the farewell day was about to come in a couple of days, I was feeling low and you asked me the reason behind it. I said in a very low, cracking voice, 'I don't feel good at all. After boards, our marks will decide which college we will be in. We might not get in the same college. We wont spend time in college together. You will make new friends. You might even leave me..' You looked at me, smiled and said, "You think so much! Listen, if two people love each other, they be together. Distance doesn't matters. Come what may."
I was about to cry but I didn't. I didn't wanted to look stupid. Those words of your made me feel so good. I would have been less broken, if only I had any idea that you would never stick to what you said...

You left me. It took me one month and a slap from my Payal to realize the fact that you cheated on me. You had, in fact you still have no idea what I had gone through. If you had any idea what you had done to me, you wouldn't have had the guts to come back and try to flirt with me. It took me years to get over you. Trust me, it was the toughest thing I have ever done in my life. But it wouldn't have been possible if I didn't had these people in my life.

Payal, Preeti, Karan, Adwin, Sharib, Allwyn, Zoya. I owe you guys a lot. You guys had warned me about him but I didn't listen to you guys and I will regret it all my life. I regret having feelings for you at the first place. I don't hate you. But I hate those memories that we had together which haunts me every night.

And yes, I would thank you for a few things. You made me strong enough not to fall for people like you. I was too innocent not to understand someone's intention or be observant enough. Now I am. Now when I sit all alone and think about our relationship, I feel a little dumb. Yet I am happy that I didn't even let you hold my hand or anything that you asked me for. Thank God.

I am completely over you now, finally. The moment I think of you, I smirk and say to myself, "If it's not forever, it's not love"

Thursday, 11 October 2012

You made me strong. :)

1.30 A.M. I don't feel sleepy, like always. I was just wondering about random stuffs and I ended up recollecting how many people came in and walked out of my life. Broke me into pieces. Changed my perception about life, about people.
This post is for all those who left me shattered. Who were with me for their selfish motives. Who broke my trust that I had in them.
Thank you. :)
Thanks a lot, for teaching me not to trust on everyone who shows that they really care.
For making me strong enough to deal with people like you who will come into my life, just to walk away.
For making me observant enough, not to fall for people like you.
For making me believe that every bad phase in life will pass away, just like you all passed away from my life. :)
You made me strong. :)

Friday, 3 August 2012

Yes! I'm very emotional when it comes to my family.

I frigging HATE this! I really don't understand why people have to abuse someone's mother or sisters! What have they done to you?! Just because you have nothing better to say in return or you don't know how to trash talk with the person, you just bring their mother, sisters, dad, granny, everyone into this and abuse! Keep on abusing!

Get a life people! Seriously!
Have some manners while talking. And don't dare apologize saying, "It just came out of frustration, I had no intention." Yeah right!

Wednesday, 4 July 2012

On The Edge Of Adolescence.

I had written this one few years back. Some deep thoughts been converted into  a simple composition. :]

Sitting at a place trying to concentrate,Pondering on someone's saying's which deeply Penetrates.Into My Heart and made Me Realize,That the World in which I live, is now 'bout to Collide.

No more fairy tales to amuse Myself,I have to grow, I cant Defend Myself,This childish feeling is going out of range,Even though I'm against, but I have to Change.

I can feel an unknown feeling building inside Me,
Killing My Inner Self in the Name of Maturity.
As it grows deeper and tears Me apart, 
Difficult to say whether its the End or a New Start.

And now when I step into this New World,
Some Wishes and Dreams remained uncurled.
I will succeed, let the two Worlds collide,
Cause Change is nothin' but an essence of Life.

Tuesday, 3 July 2012

I, Me, Myself!

I, Me, Myself!

I never think of myself as an icon. What is in other people's minds is not in my mind. I just do my thing.

Alright. Logged in again for the fourth time and this time, I'll complete this blog, no matter how much time it takes. Seriously. This is sick! I mean, why is it so easy to describe others but very difficult to speak about our self?

I'm Nida. Friends call me Nidu. Some friends call me "MEOW" just because I love cats and that is seriously lame. 21 years old. Completed graduation in Banking and Insurance. Currently jobless. Just helping Mum in the kitchen and I hate it!

I love Music! I'm a melomane.
Linkin Park & Avril Lavigne defines music, according to me.

I'm moody, insane, sensitive, photoholic, foodie. An animal lover. Loves nature & photography. 
I'm self obsessed. 

I don't think I can write about me any more further. Okay, Bye!