NO TO SECRET DIARIES........................

DANGEROUS................:-p

Paper can never be your secret keeper,
Cause it doesn't have a mouth to bear a zipper.

Hearts are bit difficult to get info out,
Cause they are better then how dairies shout.


Dairy keeping can be very dangerous for you,
Cause they never have a promise's clue.


Beware if you have secret dairy ever,
You should destroy it and keep one never.


Somebody can steal it and read it,
And can make feel like an idiot.


So never keep a secret diary ever,
And be your own life saver.................

This is not the right place for ur secrets

                                 ~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~
This is my second try on writing a poem.I just have written once on my nana baba, which I gifted him on his birthday this year!! So my poetry writing is way too immature!But I always believe in trial and error method!! And I always say this to myself that something is better then nothing!!..................hope u guys like it!!

MY MATERIALISTIC LOVE

Ana Maroo was a bit confused and a little bit astonished when I told her my next post's name!! Her first response was ......WHAT?????
I laughingly told her that it’s not about that MATERIALISTIC LOVE(which is extensively replacing true love in this hypocritic world).Its about the love with materials.

 

 The love we share with our beloved belongings.
The care and adoration we give to our sweet lovely stuff. It can be our CELLPHONE, jewelery , shoes , dresses , bags , watches , books, computer, camera ,iphones ,mp4s etc.........

Attachment we build up with these materials is weird and sometimes it makes me laugh. But its part of reality( don't deny it cux u do............:-)
Now coming to the main love story. The short but really deep materialistic love story of me and my cutie pie CELLPHONE.

R.I.P ..........MY CELL!!:-p

It all started when my parents gifted me a cellphone because of my A1 grade in exams .My cell was born in my hand on  3-07-2011 at  a  Nokia shop .  She was red in colour, with black cover. Her name was Nokia 5250"touch screen". She was activated by me with a brand new Jazz Sim on 13 -07-2011.Ana Maroo also gave her a baby gift  ,a beautiful charm with a Pisces sign . It made her look more cooler.
But I don’t know why our story had to end on
21 -7-2011.That unfortunate day of darkness fell upon us so unexpectedly .And she was gone forever. Away from me just like that .It was lost and it left me heartbroken.
How? ....................its a long saddening story( which I don’t want to repeat cause I have repeated it to many people, and now I don’t want to swallow the sour pill again).I can only tell u that some happiness snatcher took it away from me.
My very own brand new first cellphone was gone in one month. Isn't it soo brutal???
I cried for it and also about the irresponsibility because of which it was lost. That day I realized what pain one endures when a very lovely thing is not with him anymore and is lost forever. Like gone with the wind or disappeared as if never existed in the first place. I also got that anybody can be the thief and you should be on red alert 24\7.
Now back to current date. My scars are healing but sometimes they do burn a bit and remind me of the lost thing. But I know how to move on and its waste of time to cry over spilled milk .AND I AM SOO OVER IT NOW!!

The real truth is that everybody has many materialistic love-stories in their lives.
And this was My classic tragedy.........................

Wanna be different!!!

Adjusting in a room with wanna be doctors and engineers is a hell frustrating. I respect both professions and people who pursue them as they play an important role in our society and its development. But why the hell do I have to fit in with them? Why do I have to take the road taken by all? While I want to make my own road and follow my own heart. This is not just a situation faced by me but there are many people around me who are also stuck in the same dilemma. Its the scream of many souls who crave for some change.
In some cases parents do not support their child's choice which is definitely not in my case. I am lucky because my parents are with me on pursuing my goals. However majority of parents control the interests of their children.
If we tell our different ideas to anybody, first they will be shocked, then irritated by our thinking and then they will conclude that we are acting childishly.
But the real truth is that we are not joking at all. We are utter serious. Our schools and colleges, alas!, are not providing solid support. They don’t provide teachers for other subjects except sciences. Also they after hearing your ideas will react like you are a clown with red noses. That’s the big encouragement we get at the end...........uhn!!
Universities also are playing the same tune. In the universities if you pass the entry test in golden marks you get into the engineering, medical and other sciences departments (being enrolled as if you are an intelligent and are on the right track. If you don’t, you are a loser and a big fool) and the losers are thrown into the departments like social sciences, arts and language etc. That’s how our society deals with the junk, according to their orthodox point of view).
Perception about the students who really are interested in these so called junk subjects, is also really discouraging. If somebody says that she has an ambition to be a cook or a veterinary doctor majority of people after listening that will just make fun and laugh out loud. Its there way of telling us that we daft as a brush.
Oh God!.. When are they going to change their illiterate attitude? I know that InshaAllah I will carry out my plans one day.I do pray and hope to get over these hurdles between and face the music with daring determination because I wanna be different!!

khushu

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I am a free-spirited ambitious person! I am interested in writing,social sciences,history,archeology ,anthropology& English literature!!!!

SUMMER READS: ps.I love you ..............by Cecelia Ahern

Its a story of Holly, a beautiful, smart girl. She is married to the love of her life, an Irishman named Gerry. They are made for each other and are true soul mates.
As traditional stories of this kind, this is not about how they met but about how Gerry comes back to her after his death because of brain tumor.
After his death, heart broken Holly is left with some letters. These letters change her life and get her out of the grieving period.These letters which always end with PS.I love you become like her guide to the existence and teach her to live again.
Besides Gerry and Holly the book has some other great and interesting characters too. Like Holly's two best friends
Sharon and Denise and few other friends of her family. These characters are also really supportive through her tough time.
This book is not just filled with grief but it has lots of good humor on which one can laugh out aloud. Readers can also experience
some special bonds in it. Its definitely a page turner and a book worth reading.
I had a wonderful time reading it and I finished it in just one day. I laughed,cried and had fun reading it!!.....................PS.I love this book!!

THE CLIMB ON THE HOPE MOUNTAIN

The day was young but I was feeling a century old and feeble.My heart was mourning and my emotions were overheated. Hope the divine feeling was lost in the maze of the world. My life had fallen head over heels.Nothing mattered anymore because I thought that  I was dead to the world like its to me .The sun was burning yellow and my soul was like the pit of darkness.The climb that day changed the way I saw things and I also found my long parted friend hope on it.  My body was numb when I first started the climb on the hope mountain.My mind was full of messy stuff  , hatred , problems ,fear,  disappointment , disgust , anger , sadness , contempt  and awe etc. Negativity was running through my blood .My backpack was full of my freaky emotions.On my way up the mountain instead of trees ,birds and animals.I just saw the things I have lost because of pessimism, frustration  and negativity. I saw  love, confidence, audaciousness ,compassion, passion, enthusiasm , trust ,care,peace and happiness etc etc.All the positive energy was in front of me but I  couldn't even absorb teeny weeny bit of it.Because I had no hope.I was as strange as an alien to this  place.But as I climbed one forth of the mountain I  felt something changing.  I felt a spark of light in my black heart. The spark made me continue ascending .That spark was not temporary it was increasing after every few steps.My steps became faster because I wanted more .Glee soon griped me and to my surprise I was smiling .The next couple of hours were blissful and so cheerful.  Just as I was near the peak I saw the hut of optimism.I rushed towards it with high animal spirits but still astonished of the changes .I went in  and came out of it as a new born. What happened inside is a secret which will always reside in my heart.But now I had the brighter view of life in front of me.All the things had a different feel and colour.Then by leap and bounds I got to the peak.And there awaited the hope for me with arms wide open.Hope to live,hope to be happy,hope to face the music and be who I am.Do whatever makes me feel positive and always support the truth .I descended back with my long separated friend hope and with the real me.That climb made me realize the worth of me and the worth of the precious hope.These words made sense that day:         

" You don't have to feel like a waste of space        

"You are original cannot be replaced "        

"If you only knew what the future holds"         

"After a hurricane comes a rainbow"                                     

lyrics of song firework

khushu.............................