Paper Planes

So, I am back after a break. Had been so busy with office and studies that I just had no time for any other thing in life! Anyway, today what bought me here is actually not me. Its one of my professors, whose story was just so damn incredible that I just could not hold myself from writing about this brilliant story of his, that he shared with all of us in the class today. It made me believe that even today great people exists, people who care for their loved ones, people who consider and put emotions at a very special elevated place in their lives, for whom relationships matter more than any thing in the world: more than position, money, job, settling abroad etc. Hats off to this man! And believe me, even you will feel the same after reading about the turning point in this man's career. So, I will start the story from the very relevant point. This man's dream came true when he got a job in PWC in US. I mean, it would have been a dream come true for anyone on this plane...

I finished reading Gone with the wind. I would begin with thanking the friend of mine who made me read this one book. I was reluctant in the beginning. Most of the classics that I have read, were during my PG and I really dint enjoy them much.Guess that was the study-effect:( You never like your course books, whatever you do! Infact, I used to find them really boring! But then, on the persuasion of my friend, I went on to read this one and then, there was never looking back. The novel is considered to be one of the best in the classics of all times. Indeed it is! Its fascinating, engrossing, captivating! It carries a whole lot of world in itself, saying this I am really finding it hard to search for ways in which I can encapsulate this one amazing piece. The story centers around Scarlett, the infamous protagonist. She is selfish, arrogant, too much proud, spoiled, brutally honest, but then, all these qualities, when amalgamated together made a very courageous, determined, audacious an...

“Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as a secrets to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.” ― Leonard Cohen I was a bit disturbed from last few days about something which is just so superficial, but then something that means a lot to a girl! Let me begin from starting Few days back someone commented on my tattoo that its fading and is no more clear. I, I said may be, but I love it. There had been so many incidents where people asked me about why dont I let go off my mole, why am I getting so many pimples suddenly and all that crap. I always ignored such nonsensical things till one day when, someone commented "You would look perfect sans these dark circles". And I, this time I went mad. Dude, you say anything negative about a girl's look and she might not sleep for days. Come on accept it, we girls are really insensitive about our looks. That's bad and shallow and hollow and superficial and blah blah,  in a way, yes! But we ca...

Why the world is so damn cruel? Why everyone around looks so mean? Why the hell did I ever get here, Here where there is only hurt and pain Why did I ever allow this heart to beat? Why did I give wings to my feelings? Why the hell did I ever made them free? Cant I rip this heart apart and throw it away? Cant I get rid of these painful feelings? Cant I throw all my emotions somewhere away? And be with me, in peace and serenity What was that I did so wrong? What was that bought me on this trail? Trail, full of pain and hurt... Do I really deserve all this? This awful ache  This unbearable pain...

याद आती है उन बीतें दीनो कि, जब माँ क़ि गोद हमारा आँगन थी, जब माँ क़ि बातें हमें सहलाती थी, जब माँ क़ि हसी हमें ज़माने भर कि खुशियाँ दे जाती थी, जब माँ का डाटना भी लगता था उसका प्यार, जब हमारे रूठने पर वो करती थी दुलार, माँ के हाथों में वो ख़न-खनाती चूड़ीयान, आएने पे चिपकी माँ कि वो छोटी सी बिंदियाँ, माँ के सिंदूर कि वो प्यारी सी डिबईयाँ, माँ कि पायल क़ि वो मीठी सी झंकार, माँ के प्यार से सज़ा वो घरबार, माँ क़ि ख़ुशबू से महकता हर कोना, माँ क़ि गोध में वो सर रख कर सोना, याद आती है उन बीतें दीनो की, जब माँ क़ि आह्टो से होती थी हर सुबह, और माँ क़ि लोरियों से होती थी शाम जुदा, जब घनी धूप से बचाता था माँ का आँचल, जब रहती थी वो साथ हर लम्हा, हर पल, ना जाने कहाँ खो गये वो दिन, जब एक पल ना रह पाते थे हम तेरे बिन, आज भी बहुत याद आती है तेरी माँ, तेरे सायँ के बिन, क्या बतायें है हम कितने तन्हा, काश होते हम, आज भी साथ तेरे, तेरे आँगन में खेलते बिल्कुल पहले की तरह, तेरे पहलू में सर रख कर सोते, तुझे गले लगा कर जी भर कर रोते, सुनने को तेरी प्यारी मीठी बातें तरसते है हम, तेरे सीने से लगने को आज भी त...

A shine in her eyes And a smile on her lips Doesn't she look b'ful and divine? A prayer in her heart And faith in her soul Doesn't she look absolutely fine? Seldom has she revealed her hidden side Rarely does she allow someone to peek inside Its her fear and dismay that she hides She fears the demons screaming deep inside Damaging her heart and molesting her soul Compelling her to surrender herself Still she looks calm and serene to the world Even when she is trying to hold the reins of her life

  “Today's Valentine's Day. There's a whole day devoted solely to love. Does that make any sense? Nah. Love makes us all crazy. But it's fun too.”  ― Lisa Greenwald, Sweet Treats & Secret Crushes  So, its Valentines day tomorrow:) I have been hearing so many things about it from the people around... There are few who absolutely love the day, have taken a leave from work and have planned a very romantic day with their lovers. And there are others who absolutely abhor this day and the idea of celebrating love. I would not talk about the former ones. The later ones are the people who really made me think, who pushed me to jolt my head and mull over my brains. Yes, I completely agree that this whole idea of Valentines day and celebrating it is bogus, its fake. Yes! I mean, come one guys. Lets face it. Its crap! And everyone knows that, including people who celebrate this day with full zeal and fervor. The argument that people who are against V-day give is th...