#4 god's gift

Hello reader,

          This article is about people without whom my life is incomplete. Then Who are these ? Relatives? Family?

          When you work in college till late night, the person who waits to drop need not be your brother. When your child is sick the person who tel 'Aap jayiye, Me karlungi' need not always be your sister. When you forgets text book in your home the person who teardown his text book pages and give you isn't your relative. When you are not in mood of attending classes, the people who bunks classes and come with you aren't your cousins. When you are writing exam, the person who goes for miles under the hot sun and brings you something to eat isn't always your dad. When you ask for help or guidence, the person who happily helps isn't always your mom.

             They are my friends, rakhi brothers and sisters. Don't misunderstand that I 'tied' rakhi to them. I just called them brother/sister and from that moment they are my best friends. I know the so called zamana has changed. Lot of things are happening around us. We started seeing almost every person in suspicious eyes! I don't say that's wrong. We have to modify our mindset according to changing time. But we still have lot of people who are trustworthy, who treat you like their own even though they are not connected through blood.

           I would like to quote whenever I will be in mood off, irritated or sad the people who can tolerate me 'successfully' are my friends( i am telling you, its really tough).  When I update status saying boring, the first one to reply and entertain me is my friend.

           These are not the people who named brothers, sisters uncles, aunts or any relatives during one's birth. These are the gifts of god for your behavior. I am not degrading blood relations. Without my sweet and best family I am 'nothing'. But one must be very lucky to have this extended family. And ofcourse I am lucky. People say when god forgets to connect the people through blood, he makes them as friends<3

            I must say what made me to write about this extended family. Yeah, It's my friend's birthday. One who can lighten my mood at any point of time. The person who is loves all and loved by all. The person who calls me little sis all the time. Happy birthday bro... may lord give you everything you need...

With tons of love and
salute to all of you
Your own
Vaishnavi

#3 yuhi time pass

Hello reader,
When i am sitting alone my mind starts thinking some kind of stories! Obviously i irritate my friends so that i get proper material for writing. Sorry yaaro!! But normally it won't end because I feel I am not giving justice to character. This is one such try. I dint alter it. So it's completely in Hindi.
Hopefully u enjoy it!

Kisine kahatha quab dekho to ese Jise haqikat me badl jasake

Ek ladkine dekha quab
Sab ladkiyonki tara
Sapnonke Rajkumar ka
Jo aayega, use safed ghode par uthake le jayega.
Koi uske saat ho ya naho,
Vo to saat zaroor rahega.
Uski ek hasi keliye sabse lad lega.
Usse itna pyaar karega ki bhagawan bhi unhe Der saara aashirvad dega.
Saare Duniya ko mohabbat se jeet lega.

Us ladkine Quab to quab hi rehe diya. Kyuki use lagtata ki e sab teek nahi

Vo ladkine
Sabko apna maana,
Sabse pyaar ki,
Sabko khush rakha.

Tabhi Ek ladka aaya,
Jo uski khushi ka khayal rakhta tha.
Vo ladki use pasand karne lagi.
Bahut pasand,
Bahut bahut pasand,
Bahut bahut bahut pasand!
Itna pasand ki possessive hone lagi.
Vo ladki usse kuch nahi chupati thi.
Vo ladki ko aasharya hota tha ki vo kaise badli!
Kaise apni man ki baat kisise share karne lagi!
Use laga quab hakikat se badalne wala he!
Use laga sapna sach hone wala he
Tabhi use pata chala!!
Ki ladka hi rajkumar tha.

Lekin uska nahi tha!
Na kabhi hopayega.

Peheli baar dekha tha quab us ladkine...
Ab pata chala ki Vo to esa quab tha Jo kabbhi haqikat me nahi badlega.... 

Normal love story nowadays!!

And here is an exception:-*my dearmost bappa and pacchi..... happy anniversary bappa and pacchi.... may god give u tons of happiness:-)

With love
Vaishnavi

#2 -Poems<3

Hello reader,
                    Long back, when I was going through some books, I got one wonderful proverb saying 'Empty mind is devil's workshop'. For the time being I believed in it but as the time passed I started to doubt on that. Because whenever I felt I am free, I start thinking something crazy, which ends up with smile on someone's face or with pinch of scolding for my work. And ofcourse I loved it:-)

                    This article is about one of the evening when I was completely free and all of my dear, dearest and dearmost people were busy. Aap hi batav ese me kya karti? I did the same which almost all the people will do when they are in my position. Yeah, I irritated all and got scoldings. Scoldings from dearmost people, even though small, hurts you a lot. Though mistake was mine, I got hurt. I went to my room, took one book and started writing. When I completed the writing, I came to know it's a poem. I forgot the scoldings and wrote the same on my dairy while updating my daily report. I forgot that in a day or two.

                   After some of poems, I started to send those to my besties. They thought I am joking( they still tel the same even today) when I told them I wrote those. Their support made me write more. I wanted to share my first poem, but that's not available now. So here I am sharing my recent poem. Hopefully you will enjoy it.

U can break me
Not my strength
U can hurt me
Not my soul
Why it happens?
Why it hurts?
Why it takes away the smile of faces?
Why it gives pain?
Why it brings tears?
Why always it ends with pieces of hearts?

             I think now I can say, empty mind can also be creative's workshop. Why always be pessimist? Let's be optimist atleast for sometime:-)

Special thanks all my buddies, pacchis, bappas, akka and anna:-) love you all

With love,
Vaishnavi

#1- following my heart

Hello reader,
                I am writing it sitting in my lawn. Hearing voices of sprinklers, birds, dogs,some instects and obviously humans. Watching the sky and flying birds. Sky is turning to light blue from dark blue. Jet airways are on the way to Mangalore. And then mom calls me -_-. Yes, moms are like that. They won't let you to live in dream world. Smoothly they drag you to reality.

                After doing all works mom assigned me, I argue with granny saying I don't need dosa and run back to lawn, playing with water in middle. Time shows 6.11pm. The colour of sky turning to black slowly. Birds stopped chirping. Now I can hear only silence and my  memories. Memories of how crazy wishes brings smile on face of my dear ones.

                We call those things as crazy which a sound minded person of that age, in that region WILL NOT do NORMALLY. Like watching the rain in night and trying to catch rain drop in your main finger without making other fingers wet and many more.

               I don't remember exactly when my crazy wishes started. But at present I am remembering an instance of higher primary. At 6th/7th we had a lesson of Nivedita, a young girl who was from a wealthy family of Udupi. When Mahatma Gandhi visited Udupi, he saw a small girl sacrificing her gold bangles for nation. He called her and told to sacrifice her gold chain and earrings. She was in panic, still gave those to Gandhi. He returned her those gold chain and earrings with smile and told her about poverty of our nation also it's wrong to ware gold when people in other part of nation are facing difficulty even for their food. He took a promise from her that she will not ware gold until the nation is free from poverty. After that I heard she became famous doctor serving millions of people. And she dint ware gold in her life (Pardon me if I am wrong. I am writing it with the help of memories I have. I can search on internet. But I don't think it will give you my real feelings)

                 My teacher described it soo well that I felt that I am nivedita and I should not ware gold because my country  is still facing poverty. So I came home and gave  all my gold ornaments to mom. Big arguments happened. Finally I was successful. But she refused to take the gold earrings.

               When I remember it now, I laugh. I think I was nivedita for almost 2 years. Even though it did not help the nation to fix the poverty, I got reason to smile and feel the patriotism. I am sure many of us did things like this and feel uncomfortable to share. I am telling you my friend, this might not be patriotism in others eyes. But we did our best. At the age of 12/13, living in small village giving away gold may look like crazy to all. We might have passed through many situations like that. But what I am thinking is things like this help us to develop our attitude. When we stop caring for people and think in our way, even though we are called as pagal's, we can realise many things. Either by mistakes or success.  Also if we do things we like, we can enjoy each moment of it. My mom always says," Try new mistakes. But learn from each mistake and don't repeat it."

               Back to my story, almost 2 years later when I was going to high school both my mom and granny wanted me to ware gold  chain and I couldn't say no. Now my mom tell this to others and laugh heartily. That patriotism of mine still brings smile in her face and I know she have a secret proud feeling towards me in her heart after this instance. I am happy and satisfied by it;-)

Happy weekend:-)

With love,
Vaishnavi

Pre blog preparations:-P

Hi dearmost reader;-),
                     Writing something and posting on blog!Wow<3 this was what I was dreaming since months. One of my wish:-* crazy though. Here are some of my confusions while starting it- first of all I never thought what to write in it!! (I know I am mad:-P) I cant advice you people about life because I feel I am too young for it! Philosophy isn't my cup of tea! I want to write stories but I won't end it thinking I can't justify characters! You must be wondering by now then what this girl may write? Answer is blog name;-) ya. I m writing about me. About Vaishnavi. Some imagination, some crazy wishes and some fun. But I am sure you will find that pagal part of yours is still alive in you while reading it. And also you are most welcome to share your stories, your pagalpan most importantly to call me pagal by commenting. This is introduction with the hope we will meet once again...
I will try my best to entertain you with my real life stories with bit imagination to keep the boring stuffs away. I promise, will try my best that yup will have fun:-)
                     With love,
                      Vaishnavi;-)
And ya,I thank all my friends and family and most importantly my God<3 for tolerating me and helping me in completing my crazy wishes:-) this is something for you people:-*

Sometimes I felt alone
But u came then
I felt happy
U were there
I felt like crying
U consoled
I broke down
U made me proper
I laughed, I  cried
I smiled, I became crazy
I acted mad
But u were there all  time
When I needed
When I searched for shoulder
All time all day
Love you all:-*