Sweet Taste of... Revenge..

Nobody Told me being a bad girl once in a while was so much fun! I think I must do it more often!
Coming back to the point, Vengeance was ohhh-so satisfactory.
I managed to make him look like a bad guy in public. He'd been spreading a word around amongst the guys that I had been texting him twenty times a day and he's sure that i'm like head over heels for him. To top it all, he even had the balls to say that He doesnt bother to return my calls.
The sceen was bad and I needed some Hanky-panky to save my ass.
I First Screamed my head off right in the middle of the canteen "Mr. Xyz..What the fuck do you think of yourself.I fwd you some silly texts and you think I am in love with you?? You think youre some Brad Pitt? Firstly, you Marwardi assholes are way, way below my standards. Secondly, about that drunk-kiss you gave me, I felt I was kissing my younger brother. Yes it was THAT disgusting. So there. Dare you spread a shit about me or i'll feed you to the dogs.
And then..aahh..the downpour of tears! Let me tell you, They are the Best friend a Woman ever has, they never fail you..Besides, they win you sympathy.I love being a girl. I love my tear-glands. I love being a Dramaqueen.

The poor guy basically dint know what hit him. Besides, The useless-good-for-nothing-dumber-than-an ape girl he oh so wanted has realized what a jerk he is. So basically, he's got No chick.

Well now it so happens that hes been trying to strike a conversation with me everyday AND texts me twice a day.
The pleasure better than a box full of dark chocolate or I swear, even a full-fledged shopping spree. Even better than new boots.

Let him be, I don't give a damn. Let him try hard. He had me, He lost me. He can forget about getting me again. Or another dame for a long, long time.

Agreed, My possibilities of Dating someone here in Jaipur have gone down as well after my melodrama.

But it was Worth it. Every minute of it.
:)) Yay! for girl power!

Nothing is bigger than The Alpha-Female Ego

What does an Alpha-chick do when someone has wounded her ego?
Well she is not the coy girl she used to be..gone are the days when a wounded female would just sit back home n cry rivers out..

Today's Alpha Chick is your wildest dream come true. Or your worst nightmare.

She is the siren. She is the Fire. When she destroys, only she lives to tell the tale. If she chooses to..

Someone here at college has hurt me. Both of us liked each other. Even shared a drunk-kiss. My only problem was, I did not play hard to get. I saw no point in beating about the bush. But alas!! Males, es each and everyone of that dick ever born or to have walked on the face of the earth, do not like things that come easy. So he went instead for a good-for-nothing-hollow-to-the-core-miss-fake-attitude who plays Hard to get All the time. Or maybe we think she does. Maybe shes too dumb to speak(!)

Okay, He can keep her. No issues.I'm too good for him anyway. But he had no fucking rght to play around with me like that.

So Peace.May God Bless Him.
MAY GOD save him from My Warth.
Oh no, I'll let him live.. But he's gonna pay. An Arm and a Leg..

Wish me Luck..Its gonna be good for my ego.
Will post My vengence story Soon.
Cheers!!

Belonging

Sometimes, even the best of us..just feel incomplete. Why do we have this urge to belong to someone? Some may deny, some may be desperate. Truth is we all are on a constant look out for someone to love us. The entire process is like a big Trail n error experiment. Each failed attempt hurts, disappoints and leaves us hopeless...the healing takes time..We start again..go out lookin for someone else..The deja-vu starts taking over us once again...the some butterflies in the stomach..the same dreams with a new face..the same dissappointments..Tell me, does this vicious cycle ever end?
Beacuse, i'm starting to feel tiered n exhausted..

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If this is Living, I wonder what Dyin is..

Hot Babes, Fast Cars, Money, Suspense, Action,and a dash of Romance and a pinch of every other ingredient brewed togather sums up RACE. Yes, sounds entertaining, Doesnt it? Who wouldnt like to live a Life like that...what a Life is potrayed in this movie...A mirror to a Life which The Young Generation Z, The "Hip" live..

...A Life in which you own the world..A life where you can party like theres no tomorrow..A life Full of Fast Cars and Horse racing..

...A life where backstabbing is as casual as a change of clothes..

A Life in which your own Siblings desires nothing but your death...A Life where innocence is long since dead..A life where you can without a doubt remove "Trust", "Love", "Family" etc..from your dictionary, Permanetly..

What Does this movie, or any other comercial movie running in the present try to potray to our so called "Youngistan"? Are we being told that the ultimate goals of our Life shoud be our careers? "And Fuck the world, Save your own pretty lil' ass" our Motto? Does it m ean Real Innocence is Extinct? Does it mean that I cannot rely on my Mother, Father or Siblings? Does it mean I can Forget dreaming about ever finding True Love?

THIS MAKES ME SICK AND DISGUSTED...I have honestly had enough...

For The Love of God, Please, Filmmakers out there..If you ever come across this..The Satan himself has planted enough of his 7 seven sins all around our real and tangible world..DO NOT be his catalyst..We, the YOUNGISTAN does not Want to be Entertained Like THIS at the very LEAST...DO YOU HEAR ME?

Christmas on a Closed Ward...

If you are a hardcore Harry Potter Fan like me, you would probably remember the chapter in book 5 where Harry spends Christmas at St.Mungos Hospital.. I also remotely remember reading this very old article in readers digest titled “my most memorable Christmas” where this American Lady whose husband was Pilot in the Air Corps spends her Christmas with the prisoners of war in some part of Europe during World War 2..Although she couldn’t erase the marks of woe from them, she made the passing of though times a little smoother.. It is really heart warming to see how people actually live the spirit of Christmas.. For me Christmas was just another holiday.. And I celebrated it like everyone conventionally does.. Humming Carols, Going to the church, indulging in those Christmas special goodies (read plum cakes and truffles), hanging socks every year hoping Santa clause will grant my wishes for being such a good girl!! I did it all. Yet, I was never touched... and for the past few years I was beginning to lose faith…For nothing had ever made my Christmas “special” and I had never felt or experienced “the spirit” of Christmas of which those articles and books spoke of. I had absolutely no plans for Christmas this year and I never indented to make any, But like they say.. When something good is to happen, the heavens conspire to make sure they do.. I accidentally happened to meet a friend and over a brief chat he told me he was going to celebrate Christmas party with some children this year and if I’d be interested in join them and taking photographs for them. I said “Yes, why not?” I had not heard of the entire plans of the celebration till a few hours before the event…We were going to celebrate Christmas at the Civil Hospital with the Children Suffering from Cancer. “oohhh..” was the only reaction I could summon when I heard the entire plans.. “Girls have this soft heart and cannot see the harsh realities of life” was what my female friend said, advising me to back out.. I, not being a quitter said "no ways I am not backing out!".. But that did not stop me from being as apprehensive as I could be!

On our way to the hospital we were told that these children are very sick and have little enthusiasm for Christmas and it is us, who would have to break the ice, get involved and set the mood. Like they say… easier said than done.. Seeing those little children with drips attached to their bodies, bandages all over and masks on all their faces hardly leaves any space in one's “soft” girly heart to feel the Christmas enthusiasm and joy.. The sight was enough for anyone to break down.. and how could we not, Seeing how unfair and cruel life is? If god loves children how could he bring such pain and suffering upon them? But again like they say, the show must go on…we put up a show..of being happy and and merry and being full of enthusiasm and with our best smiles lit up we began to play around with these children. Some of the kids were so scared seeing strangers they began crying out of fear of getting one more injection or getting chemotherapy again.. Those eyes still haunt me. Yes there are still times when I cannot sleep at nights when I remember those eyes. There was this 4 year old kid Bhavna..who would not stop crying. Seeing tears in those innocent eyes, I did everything I could..talked to her..pampered her..showed her the camera I was clicking with..fooled around with her but nothing worked. That was the time I broke down and I could NOT be seen with tears around so many people and children looking on and thus, doing my best to disguise my emotions I moved on taking photographs. The other volunteers were doing a fantastic job.. The volunteers played music, performed skits to make them laugh, did a bit of dancing and just about everything.. One small boy sitting in the front row was frowning at all of them..I saw he had this urine bag attached to him. I smiled at him..and he wouldn’t stop frowning..Well I faked a dirty frown as well and made a few faces..and that was IT! I made him smile!! YES! I made that kid SMILE! Ohh what a naughty smile that boy has! Eyes full of mischief and those swelling cheeks!!..I love that kid!! And know what? For the rest of the day, he refused to give anyother volunteer a smile for that smile was reserved for ME. .he would smile exclusively for me..hehehe..no guy has ever done THAT before! :-P

And when I still recall that smile that makes me feel on top of the world!

I could feel the enthusiasm build up in me..i made friends with many other kids...by this time the Magician had started performing and the entire surrounding atually started feeling light.. but there was still little Bhavna..who was gloomy and sad.. The Santa clause came and started distributing the presents..the kids loved everyminute of this and nothing beats that happiness..

And yet, apart from all the other kids all bhavna did was sit quietly and stare. I had had enough! I was going to make her laugh if that was the last thing I did that day! I sat down besides her and did nothing but to hold her hand and look in her eyes..told her firmly if she aint laughing I aint leaving her alone. I don’t know what did it.. after staring at me for an eternity her expressions changed..i went for the kill..i tickled her..and tickled her and tickled her some more.. and she laughed..and laughed..I swear to the heavens above..i had never seen a smile so innocent, so cherubic, so beautiful and so alive like hers..she jumped into my lap and I kept on ticking her and I felt the warmth and love brimming inside my heart like It never had. Just holding that child so close and seeing her smile and then I realized again.. this child has cancer..and she may not be with us next Christmas..this beautiful girl..this beautiful child and her smile..this bud may never bloosom into a young lady..may never give that smile to her first love..may never give that smile to her first born child..and It made my heart reach out to god and again question him..why god? Have you given this perfect life to me? You made me a girl and you made her a girl..what have I ever done to deserve your love?..and what has SHE done to derserve THIS?.. Life is just not fair.. to the beautiful child Bhavna..i dedicate this poem by BenJonson..

“A lily of a day Is fairer far in May,

Although it fall and die that night,-

- It was the plant and flower of Light.

In small proportions we just beauties see;

And in short measures life may perfect be.”

-And in short measures lived… life may perfect be...

Finally, the day was beginning to end and it was time for us to leave. Emotionally drained, with kisses and presents for the children, one by one we bid them farewell with a promise to come back and play with them again…its been 3 weeks and we plan to visit them again this 26th jan.. Like many others, I can now say I also have my “Most memorable Christmas”..I finally felt the "spirit" and I got my faith back...I also learnt not to take my life for granted, Ever again. Life is precious. Life is beautiful and I should do my best to make others lives beautiful as well...
Now i pray everynight before i go to sleep and Thankgod for everything I have and for those little angels, I ask him to set them free..

That’s the best present Santa Clause has ever given me for Christmas…

A day with nothing to look forward to..

Have you ever felt an emotional vacuum like when you have everything but you feel like something missing? Have there been times when you know the time is NOW and if not now, its NEVER.. And no matter how much you want something with all your heart but your Big, Fat and Lazy Bum clings to inertia?

--Well, You are not the only one..

I know I shouldn’t start off with a depressing note like this one, but hey! this is MY blog n I'll Write any Shit i wanna write..


(Okay..sorry to throw that mini tantrum at you, that happens a LOT with me as well..)

Since you can makeout what an awesome mood I am in Right now and since i have nothing much to tell you people rightnow, let me tell you about my temporary surroundings..

I've been putting up in this PG accommodation for quite some time now ..its one of the best there can be..you know, with 3 hot meals a day, a 24 hour Maid servant, a TV and a Refrigerator.. ohh..the Hot meals are so HOT i guess its a matter of time i'll start breathing out fire like those Chinese dragons. Every sabji looks red..even Palak paneer! (So thats why new zits keep popin up on my face everyday..!) The 24 hour maidservant who servers us in the day time and the Landlord (And the watchman and the plumber and the dudhwala and the raddiwala) in the night. The TV starts around 6 in the morn till 3 in the night/day whatever you call it(!) and the ladies here watch each telesoap like about..umm..3 times a day..
At 8:30 pm to watch the plot of the soap..
At 12:30 pm to watch and ogle at the costumes/makeup/men/kitty parties
At 10:00 Am next morning, to see if they missed anything in the previous rerun!!
Oh, yea..Himesh Reshamiya and Emraan Hashmi rule the television by default if the soaps ain’t on air..
Now I know what 3rd degree torture feels like..and I go through it everyday..
Oh yea.. The Refrigerator.. It defreezes more than it freezes. And has an extremely pungent stench..(aarrgghh that’s all I needed!!)
I’ll cut my description of my PG here. . If I carry on..i’d get more Pissed..

HEY PLEASE DO NOT THINK I AM A CRANKY, SHITTY PUSSYCAT WHO KNWS NOTHING ELSE BUT TO COMPLAIN.. I AM NOT..BUT GRR…I’M PISSED OFF WITH A CAPTIAL P.

MORE LATER…!