I want to be a kite

I want to be a kite. Fly really high. Doing all the crazy things...Going where the breeze takes me...

But I want you to hold me, control me...


Pull me tight when I meet a strong wind that tries to blow me away from you...


I want you to take care of me when I'm going to crash into something.


Save me from all the obstacles...


Find me when I’m lost... I’ll be there somewhere waiting to be found...


But let me fly. Let me fly along with the birds in the sky...


It would be difficult, I know you’d want someone who can take care of herself instead, but if I made it so easy for you, would you still like the chase?

I may go into my extremes, fly so high... In the bright sunlight, you may find it real difficult to find me...


In the dark nights, you’ll not be able to spot me... I may be going crazy on a breezy day, totally out of your control...


But as long as you hold the thread, I’ll be connected to you, following you wherever you go... Trust me, I’m also chasing you...


I want you to take over completely, but yet, never let me hurt, and be the one I can blindly trust... Be the one who’d take the best decisions for me...



If I ever, accidently, hurt your hands while you’re busy taking care of me... May I be lost... Lost in a way that you never find me again...


But I know you’re stronger than I think you are...


And you will show me your strength by never letting me go...


You will let me be the person I want to be, ‘cause I’m only doing things you’d want to see... I’m flying high, but only looking for something far far away, looking for everything that makes YOU happy!


No matter what happens, please don’t leave the thread, or I may lose you forever...


And you will find me with someone else someday, not in a very good condition as I was in before, but only stitched to be used again...

Girls look like their dolls

Men always wonder why dolls are so important in a girl's life, well, here's the answer:

I heard the song “Chal Chaya Chaya”on the radio this morning and started dancing. After the song got over, the RJ took over and told his listeners that while he was busy playing this song for us, he was also dancing just like Shahrukh in his studio!

But when he said he danced just like him, I realised I did not! I was busy shaking my hips moving around the house taking tiny steps, like I was been made to dance after inserting a battery!

We all girls have had a Hula Doll with us...And we’ve always looked at her dance and copied her steps. I have been away from my Hula girl for about 14 years (I guess), but I still remember exactly how she danced and moved!

My Princess Doll

Well, the doll in the picture isn’t the Hula girl I’m talking about. She’s the Princess Doll. She was brought to me on my 13th birthday by my papa (Thank you Papa :-*)!
Since I was in a boarding School then, she decided to stay back here in my house. And I seconded her decision ‘cause in Barnes, girls would’ve destroyed her face and her hair (They would never do that to their own dolls! Would only put make up on their poor faces and make bindis on their foreheads.) I also believe that someday I’m going to marry someone and walk down the aisle with my papa wearing a dress just like hers!

This is what a doll means to a girl!

She is her sister to whom she can put a lot of makeup and some bindis to.

She is her dance teacher.

She is the sculptured form of parent’s love for their daughter.

She’s been given to a daughter after saying things like, “She looks like YOU! :D”

So she also makes her feel beautiful and like a princess.

Someday, she helps a girl plan her wedding dress...

I‘m also sure that she’s the one who reminds you about the little princess in you when you are burdened with responsibilities as you grow up and start bringing your daughter’s dolls!

Ant in the big world

In the midst of a world full of competitions,

I'm still competing with my inner-self, trying to look for the best in me!

In the midst of a world where people are fighting to prove others wrong,

I'm fighting with myself, proving myself wrong.

Why should I be discouraged, when I know the battle hasn't even begun yet..!

In the midst of two paths, a path that would change my life forever...And a path that will only bring me regrets.

Career to me, is not just a "job". It's what I'm meant to do.

It could be anything! It could be working with an ad agency or making some feature films or working with an NGO or becoming a Journalist..!!

The list does not end here. There's a wide field open for the youngsters these days, which makes it even more confusing.

I've to make a choice this year. And it's going to be a choice between Advertisement and Journalism.

After every Advertisement lecture, I get into my college canteen, hog and go back home.

But after every Journalism lecture I go to the library, look for reference books for Journalism, read newspapers, read some good articles, look for stories, do a lot of research on them and think over and over about it to find a missing angle and research on that one as well..!!

You see, I think I'm naturally interested in Journalism.

But I'm not that spontaneous and don't have much knowledge about Politics and Sports. Two very important topics Indian Journalism deals with..!!

But the urge to do something, for not just the country, but for the world, tempts me to opt for Journalism.

But the worst part in this confusion is that my college does not provide Journalism, an option that I should have in my third year in Mass Communication.

So, even if I want to take Journalism, I'll have to change my college, which again, is next to impossible! I don't know if colleges permit admissions in the last year.

But hopefully, they will. Or I may just land up doing Advertisement and then Masters in Journalism.

Un-clear goals. Un-clear ambition. Yet smiling and ready to take challenges!

Don't know what this little ant is going to do in the huge world..!!

Waiting for my Prince Charming

I’m longing to meet my prince charming.

But he never shows up!

My sister tells me to stop waiting, he’s going to appear when you least expect for him.

And then it happens.

I met a guy who likes me a lot. But BOOM. I don’t feel like dating him. Reasons are plenty (won’t bore you with them).

Most important reason: He's a good friend..!! He's probably just infactuated, or attracted but he's lost a friend in me now. And that's really sad..

Well, when I said  “WHAT THE HELL” outloud. My sister said, “Come on! You’re just 18! You still have to meet many people! There are many guys out there!”

Well in this generation, trust me, being single at the age of 18 is like dating at the age of 80!

But at least I’m not one of those girls who waste their time dating people they aren’t going to see forever. Of course, no one knows what’s kept in the future. You can’t have everything in a package, not at least in the un-predictable specie called, “Human”.

But at least you got to know whether whoever your spending resources like time, money and energy on, is really worth it.

So now am here...Still single...Not so ready to mingle...Hogging on Pringles!

But nevermind. guess Prince Charming is still preparing himself for me.

So I should also start working on myself, so that when he comes prepared, he finds me worth all his patience J

And I have missed blogging.  But I seriously don’t get very inspired these days. I feel I’m still too naive to handle something like “Blogger”. But I’m still trying to. If I’ve started this, I don’t think I should give up.

Am sure my readers are going to be welcoming my “once in 2 month blog” always. It’s too difficult to follow up when the blogger isn’t too regular, but I really need to find a solution to this.

Well and what’s new? This is new:

I’ve started reading Nicholas Sparks’ The Notebook. Believe me, it’s a very romantic book. I love the quotes. But being an offspring of two very UN-romantic people, I really can’t digest how love can be felt for one another even at that old an age. Guess true love exists, but only in our imagination.

But if it's for real, I’d like it to happen to me too, just like it happened to Noah and Allie!

To conclude, why the picture?
I have watched Tangled TWICE this week. And I LOVE it.