Inner workings of an (in)sane mind

I stood waiting impatiently for a girl, who I liked very much. As she entered the party hall, my friend, who too seemed to be staring in the same direction, smiled .  He said “That’s her, that’s my girl friend. I proposed her last night and she accepted.”  He blushed and so did she.   I had liked him since I attended

 In d middle of the crowd, Still I feel alone No one near me I am my dark clone I was nice I was humble I would laugh even when I stumbled As I started to take  seriously my life I have shredded all the fun With a serious' knife I want my old self back again but I don't know how I don't want to run like animals Not ever ....not Now

In my school days, during most of my maths exams, I never used to finish my paper on time and even if I did,  I didn't really fare very well. I guess it was because of three important reasons :- Firstly, I hated maths.   Secondly, The calculators weren't allowed during my time. Calculating took ages and most of the time it was wrong. Thirdly, Cubes ; Squares were so very beyond me. Lastly, I thought maths as a subject was very dull and boring unlike physics, chemistry and biology .(Most probably my math teachers made it look utterly confusing and difficult)  ***** But now that I have a son, I don't want him to hate maths. Surprisingly, I want him to excel in it. As a grown up individual I have realized the importance of maths in our day to day life. I am horrible with my finances and Banking matters.. all thanks to avoiding maths all through out my life. Math is prominent in all aspects of life. Math is the most common subject in life besides ...

                                Readers must be wondering what is " That Tuesday Thingy "? Well sweet hearts it is one of the initiatives started by " Indiblogeshwari "(I am a proud misfit member of the group). That Tuesday Thingy is an initiative started by the founding mothers of the group to make the women bloggers look within themselves (not in the literal sense). It  is a weekly ‘To do’ proclamation. They give us a task and we write on it. It could be anything.The best thing about this initiative is that for the first time we have to write what we truly feel. There is no right or wrong. There is nobody we need to impress. Its just about us and what we feel. This weeks task is to listen to a song, Time Traveler by Rahul Sharma (so very goggeled eyed by this guy. Can I rather write my story about this guy instead of the song??? ;)..) We have to write if the song "talked to me" and if it did wh...

Agastya held my hand in the middle of the road as I looked around, scared of being hit by a car.  Agastya kneeled in front of me and proposed "Will you marry me?" I looked at him..and then the road.. cars zoomed passed us... and i nodded "Yes" hastily.  He got up, kissed me and said "That's the best birthday gift I could have got."

I just chanced upon a PMS joke The 10 Definitive Signs of PMS are: 1. Everyone around you has an attitude problem. 2. You're adding chocolate chips to your cheese omelet. 3. The dryer has shrunk every last pair of your jeans. 4. Your husband is suddenly agreeing to everything you say. 5. You're using your cellular phone to dial up every bumper sticker that says, 'How's my driving? Call 1 800 ****"**.' 6. Everyone's head looks like an invitation to batting practice. 7. You're convinced there's a God and he's male. 8. You're counting down the days until menopause. 9. You're sure that everyone is scheming to drive you crazy. 10. The ibuprofen bottle is empty and you bought it yesterday. Frankly I agree with every one of them. I get crazy during this dreaded time of the month. I being a Gemini and monsoon season does not help. Even during my ordinary days i have difficulty in decision making and like all gemini's i too have...

“Oh sh*t, I am late.” I thought to myself. Siddharth, my fiance was waiting for me at a coffee shop near Bandra.  I tried to drive as fast as possible in the maddening traffic and pothole ridden roads of Mumbai. As I reached Costa Coffee, I saw Sidharth sitting inside the coffee shop. He was a good looking guy. His hair gelled and neatly combed and had broad shoulders. A look at him and anybody could have guessed he really worked hard on his looks and body. It wasa great thing. My friends were jealous of me, but somehow he reminded me of Ken (Barbie’s boy friend). He was too perfect looks-wise. There was a part of me who wanted to mess his hair up and force a burger down his throat. Okay, I may not be head over heels for him. But he was good-looking and very successful . 2 out of 3 ain’t that bad, I smiled and said to myself. As I looked closely, I saw him talking to someone.” He never told me he was bringing along a friend.”  I thought to myself. I looked at myse...