Developing dreams as her Hair Sails.. April 25, 2011Posted by Akriti Bahal in Uncategorized.
Back from an exhilarating trip to Chandigarh! Really Chandigarh is one of a kind place. I’ve had this huge attachment and fondness and let me directly say, love, for this place since childhood. It’s like if it’s India, it should be Chandigarh.
Though, my trip turned out to be quite chaotic in the beginning, with we getting our hotel reservations cancelled (as pets were not allowed, my Oreo, despite the fact that we had given all this information priorly.) leaving us on road, the first day. But after hours of searching, we finally managed to get a decent hotel where, most importantly pets were allowed! Prior to that, I had got my left ear smashed between the car door, leaving it in blood. And to top it all, I caught severe cold because of the alternating A/C and the scorching sun. (Really, cold is the most irritating thing when it happens, it numbs your senses, shoots up your anger and irritation levels, keeping aside what actually happens in cold, which is irritating enough.)
But, of course I must have written exhilarating for a reason. It was Chandigarh, I had to love even the very little time I spent there. With the first day trip to Pinjore, to the butter chicken, to the late night badmintons and bluffs and the dancing and the walks, it was surely a fun time!
And the early morning second day to the Sukhna Lake, feeding the ducks with my hand, the cycling beside the lake, eating (like a giant) till we drop! The rest included the regular Chandigarh spots, but playing Catch Me If You Can at the Rose Garden, with our pets and everyone, older and younger, was one thing to remember. (And the camel ride, which ultimately led me to realise my new found passion for horses!) And then ofcourse, our massive dinner (again), the chicken tandoori, chicken malai tikka, the butter chicken, the reshmi kabab, the chicken masala tikka, and the list will go on, to our digging into the food like animals, and then again the night time of Chandigarh, it was indeed a Hannukah! (And of course, not to forget my Patiala! ) And the next day shopping, (my sole obsession) I have all the reasons to keep falling in love with the place again and again!
This is all I will be relishing for some time now, as according to my fellow students this is a complete season of exams, and they just can’t get enough of digging into their books. And all I can say is, Happy Exams!
Unrequited April 11, 2011Posted by Akriti Bahal in Uncategorized.
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Yeipp! That’s it, unrequited.
Every lock has a key. April 8, 2011Posted by Akriti Bahal in Uncategorized.
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That which doesn’t kill us makes us stronger!
Life gets back to us with the worst, we think, it can. Sometimes, we jump back at it and sometimes, we just give up. (Well, I do the latter, a lot of times, thinking that this is the end to everything, but it actually isn’t. It’s one step higher that we get to, it’s one step stronger that we become.) The things that halt our morale or boosts it, everything makes us resistant in the end, resistant to the same predicament.
The other day, I just figured a path to behavioural management, people generally expect a particular kind of behaviour in return to their actions, if they’re good, then good for both the parties, but if not, that’s when this comes into play (majorly). Don’t just give them their expected behaviour (or reactions, I may say) in return, confuse them, it will make them mad.
I think that’s the best answer, ignorance. (Or infact, a completely opposite reaction.)
A note to myself: Just shut up and go have dinner!
Confectionery flavoured sugar rush April 7, 2011Posted by Akriti Bahal in Uncategorized.
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As I walk on the empty road, crushing the dried leaves with my feet, thinking about the most awesome hours I’ve had in a long time, I smile. I smile the smile you smile when you finally know the solution to your problem. I smile the smile you smile when your mom tells you she is proud of you. I smile the smile of knowing you can trust the person in front of you with your life. I smile the smile Buddha must have smiled just before he attained Nirvana. Because in those few moments, I know peace. Crisp and delicious. Overwhelming in the way only peace can be.
I don’t know if it was you, or the Liquorice. I don’t know how you do it, and I don’t know why it is only you who can, but one thing I do and want you to know too, is that I am thankful for you.
From the archives April 6, 2011Posted by Akriti Bahal in Uncategorized.
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Reflecting back to everything that had got lost in the hurry, I just want to hold time right now just to rearrange the structure of events in my head. Regarding my this semester, I don’t remember much, except that I’m not doing too well academically. I remember I took a stance, and then have given it up. I remember peering in through the glasses, trying to make sense of a scene I was the missing element in. (Except for the fact that I don’t wear my glasses that often, which I’m following right now as well, and that too with gratification!)
In the meanwhile, my last semester’s result was just annunciated, and I’m satisfied with it. (Though I haven’t achieved laurels, but still a state of contentment.)
Continuing, I think, now, I have put all the negatives behind me, but the very thought of that day still haunts me. The alternate scenarios tease me from somewhere inside my mind. I used to complain about the voices in my head, now its the visuals that trouble me. And the lesser I talk about it, the more I fear its eating me up from the inside. It’s been months now, seems like years, and there’s still that part of me which refuses to believe it happened. But then, living in denial has always been my forte. And while this whole episode has brought me closer to a few people, I find myself increasingly withdrawn from the rest, it’s almost as if I blame myself for what happened, that there’s something impure and filthy about me which I wish to hide, which I don’t want people to see or know about. Like the time when I was young and I would close my eyes and think nobody could see me either. I am scared of facing it. I am scared of looking into the eyes of people who want to offer me sympathy or apologies for what happened. I hope the incident hasn’t affected me as much as this post portrays. I hope to be able to look back at this entire duration one day, and say I learnt a lot. (And as a matter of fact, I already do. I already say that I learnt alot, just because I’m worthy of getting such a supporting someone, someone to see my troubles through, and that’s enough a blessing already!)
So, the conclusion is, it’s not as bad as I make it sound. At most times. (With a grin and a BWAHAHA!)
Well, definitely, post reference to that newly found blog. Surely, she’s completely like me, from every aspect. (Your doofus was surely stupid!)
Uncle Scrooge April 5, 2011Posted by Akriti Bahal in Uncategorized.
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There are certain norms, norms of reponsibility, which one expects, and the other one can atleast portray doing it!
I am fed up of keeping things inside me just because it doesn’t make for an interesting read. I am not here to sell the story of my life. And if the four readers here want to give up their positions, I couldn’t care less. Actually I do, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing does. There are people you think you know, people you think you like, and they will go out of the way to make you feel like black toenails. They will rip out and masticate your insides while you squirm and squeal which, of course, you can’t show because The Smiling Public Face has to be maintained. And people you think know you cannot understand. People will go on and do the very things you categorically asked them not to. They will have oily paranthas and wipe their hands on your shirt. People will lap up offers you thought they would refuse. They will take your decisions and ask you to choose. You can scream all you want, they will pay no heed. Sometimes it takes less than words to hurt you. Sometimes it’s so sad it’s almost funny. Sometimes I just need to write it out. Crap, or otherwise.
It’s People who are the problem. You go around trying to do nice things to make People happy, and they will only collaborate to come together and hit you on the face.
Why do I have to lose in order for you to win?
#In the meanwhile, things are peaceful again and in the end that is all that really matters!
The tears of Victory.. April 2, 2011Posted by Akriti Bahal in Uncategorized.
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Well, India surely roared today, along with the eleven men in blue, not out of anger, but out of pride for their nation, for being an INDIAN!
The winning shot said it all. Come fight Indians and we’ll get back at you! (With a six!) The expression said it all. MS Dhoni is one of a chivalrous man. (So heroic.) The tears of victory said it all.
Words from the heroic personality, “I had a point to prove, not to others, but to myself.” Definitely, point taken and proven, in style!
Kumar Sangakara was one of a gentleman too. Accepting their defeat and that too with glory. “Disappointed but, the better side won.”
History repeated itself. Exactly after 28 years since, 2nd April 1983, and now 2nd April 2011, we experienced the same unseasoned Diwali, the country going bonkers and the cries of joy. (Ofcourse, it was the first time for me. Second time, if we include the T20 World Cup in 2007, but I consider it a different case.)
And finally, few words from the Man of the series, Yuvraj Singh, (which ofcourse, I personally feel were the best ones) “Well tonight’s gonna be a goodnight!” (And that too said with a smirk on his face.)
Really, a proud feeling, words can’t explain.
But ofcourse, I can’t leave aside this quote:
“सपने उनके पूरे होते हैं, जिनमें जान होती है
पंख से कुछ नहीं होता, उड़ान होती है |”
~ Vande Mataram.
Sehnsucht April 2, 2011Posted by Akriti Bahal in Uncategorized.
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But the señor says she was selfish.. April 2, 2011Posted by Akriti Bahal in Uncategorized.
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If selfish is equal to selfless then ya, I am selfish!
Señor, just mark your words (and with words, I remembered, “truth about us?!”, nice!) and ponder upon everything once again, every minute thing that happened, hope you’ll get the answer.
With anger in your psyche, you can never do it right.
(And if she was tired, unhappy, frustrated, then she would never have told you to do it right.)
Just do it right!