SHIMLA & SCHOOL LIFE'S LAST TRIP!!

This had to happen one day the life i had been living had to be altered by the conventional procedures of society. We had to take our last trip and had to get out off the school but i am not going to cry about this because that journey of last 12 years has changed me from a wimp to a whip snake!!!

WHEN I RIVER CROSSED 

Talking about shimla it has always made the guest feel so home. The clouds forming in air, the silent drizzling rain and the anhydrous woods clapping along with happiness makes me feel as if i am in the womb of nature!!!
The best moment was to get lost in the Mall road and running in to every second monk for a photo and they simply ignoring us as distractions from the path of peace and hormone. Though we increased the entropy around with our happiness and sheer madness the people around seem so seduced by the cultural dilemma we potrayed that we had them laughing in all the photos that we clicked.

 https://www.facebook.com/divyakhanna97?fref=photo this girl DK banged into all the most annoying looking peeps of shimla for which the shimlan police wallas creep-ed us!!!!

THIS ISN'T MALL ROAD BUT ITS MADNESS

mum and tiny tigu!!!

Do Cup Chai

Delhi is so motherly. For those who have their pockets full ,they have the utmost luxuries of life and for those who have it half it gives you the homely restaurants for hoi polloi and then at last there lies a place where every Indian labour would have spent half of his life: The Tea Stall.

Day after when my exams were finished i went out with with my pocket money to promenade Gurgao to buy something for my sister's birthday who was just nine and a half and had demanded me of a Zara outfit. I had no idea what it could cost me so i took my debit also with me.

Entered the mall did some shopping and gave a feast to myself for such glorious performance in the exam and it just hurt me five thousand nine hundred and ninety nine only. It is so daring of them to add the 'only' at the end. This 'only' irks me every time i visit any mall.

Till the time i had finished shopping, the hungry villies of my stomach started it again, the gud gud of the stomach. I somehow pulled myself out of the place. After crossing few yards i saw a chai stall built over a wooden stand and the stove covered with an iron sheet cut out of a tin can which reminded me of the containers in which Dadi had desi ghee stored. I asked myself should i go there and try it ? what would people around me say?? and unraveling myself from the social causes i just went there took a cup and sipped the taste of the everyday labour's life. I saw a man sitting in a very funny way with one of his leg twisted about his hip and the other swinging along the bench. I tried to copy him but the flesh of my class obstructed me...       

  

The Walking Bad

The world is walking bad
Humans are getting mad

nature is getting worse
the  god is very sad

concrete is getting hard
making the civilization blinkard

we pretend to be earth's bodyguard
but we are the once who cause all the bio-hazards

once we were earths canard
but now we have made of it a graveyard

we have to save is from getting shard
by walking the the peaceful and brotherly boulevard


  

Maniac-ed by Modi

I came back early form my institution today ,just to see Modi taking the oath and submitting his probable candidature. I am totally maniac-ed by the mere presence of him as it brings around a sense of hope and himmat & that's not because congress got socially eradicated (they had done their best, but when time plays nothing stays) it is because his experience of the rudest of India's riots and the motherly & brotherly love of the hopeful Indians that has en-captured his soul and made him an epitome of equilibrium which is seen by the mere move of having Sharif sir in his oath ceremony. His sentiments have become India's sentiments and his belief has become india's faith.

Children see Modi as the harbinger of hope and happiness.
Youth sees Modi as a synonym for modernity.
The aged see  Modi as the baton of support and success
& I see Modi as a grand pa !!!

Science students have bad hair day!!!!

Madness lensed! !

JUST JHALLI: Girl who inspired me

Its was tough, tiring, traumatizing  & tragic. I just could't think of anything but regrets of going into it. It was yuck : My relationship. I was spied online, i was investigated till death offline, i was asked my underwear's colour, i was pushed to gulp in tonnes of silk chocolates in a day, i was blackmailed by emotional blood scratches on hand, i was given a marriage proposal everyday, i was given porn cds as birthday gifts even tough they were nice, you know how it is, arrrrgh!! the point is I had a feeling that I was imprisoned in bars of Guantanamo bay & each cell of my body had the creepy feeling of being forcefully typecast-ed into a boyfriend or a mere object of fantasy.
I BROKE UP. WE BROKE UP. THE WHOLE DAMN HARAKIRI-ING SITUATION BROKE UP !!
That night a felt free realizing the great scopes of manhood and i had a dream, her dream, the one i'm gonna write about.........  
Her smile, her hairs, she herself ......