tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73715505674278496592024-02-18T21:14:42.293-08:00Diary of a ButterflyMylifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130473338343441414noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371550567427849659.post-21465401791514259072012-03-29T20:56:00.000-07:002012-03-29T20:56:45.071-07:00Journey of My Life Chapter Ten<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC7PGT0BQ5wPc58KoT6z-WVKyTc3jcNKcZ5RZq5YQLSwa3wymOaCwQ0lijIDjd7QUQ1twayFdi3iHmMuLzFbZE6gI5MlEzPv-gy5oXSIkUSzaissEadxEnUCJrfBxbp_LQHESNOomlQUbn/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC7PGT0BQ5wPc58KoT6z-WVKyTc3jcNKcZ5RZq5YQLSwa3wymOaCwQ0lijIDjd7QUQ1twayFdi3iHmMuLzFbZE6gI5MlEzPv-gy5oXSIkUSzaissEadxEnUCJrfBxbp_LQHESNOomlQUbn/s1600/images.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Days started passing away, I started adjusting with each and everything that came to me. . I couldnt believe myself what i was doing. . I had started living a life which was not at all my type. Each and everytime was proving a failure to me. .I was trying hard to match up with my life. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Some days in the beginning went good. Me and my husband didnt go for a proper holiday after marriage. . Since the day we got married, he was very busy with his work and for me it seemed like it was a total exhageration of work, cz any work cant make you so busy that it doesnt give you some quality time for your new married life. He told me we wont to go for a long holiday, it will be just a two days outing Cz he had work and my brother-in-law was not capable or cooperative enough to manage the work and get us some good time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I agreed, thought that its okay, nothing is more important than a quality time, so i compromised and said atleast we are getting two days for outing. . Even the place was not so interesting but then too I made up my mind. . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Next day we had to leave early morning, but cz of some work of my husband we decided to leave in the evening. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Finally in evening we left for our holiday.I was thinking to spend good 48hrs that we had but just when the journey started he slept and I was awake all the way alone,Again i made up my mind, thought he must be tired so i let him rest. We would have a good time once we reach the place. . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Just like a normal holiday we went there, spend time , went out to visit places and thats it. . Here too i got some wierd experiences that i never expected . . . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Things were totally different than i ever thought of. . I always thought he ll fulfil all my requirements. And i never asked for anything expensive and nor i was too demanding. . But he started putting restrictions on me, and even on eating my favourite food or sweets I had a line of restrictions. . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I cant eat more than one or two chocolates or anything. . He knew how much i loved them but then too from his side it was always a no. . and i dont remember that he ever brought any chocolates for me as gift . . small expectations were not fulfiled by him or he never bothered about it . . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I was feeling bad, all these thoughts made me feel alone, i wept all night but then made up my mind that I had to live my life with this thing. . I was not able to demand or even ask him the reason of such behaviour towards me. . Maybe i was so attached to him that I was ready to give up almost everything in my life. But my sacrifices and compromises never came to his consideration. He kept on neglecting my minor needs or small expectations of a wife that she always has from her husband. . This was our personal life , all the love we had before marriage seemed like vanishing away from his side. He became too practical with his life that he didnt find it important to give time to the person who is gonna spend her whole life with him and loves him . .</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Next day morning i woke up like nothing happened. . Still i had not even come out of my sleep,His phone started ringing and i woke him up , it was his brother's call, he seemed to be in a bad mood and said that he wants him back to work cz he cant manage the work alone. .</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And that was it, and that was the end of our holiday , A holiday that was of 48hrs that hardly came after marriage, which i longed for since we got married, All my expectations and dreams were shattered when my husband told me to pack bags . .I started packing up without sayin a word or arguing with him. . And that was the end of our 48hrs holiday in just 24hrs . .</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />
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</div>Mylifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130473338343441414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371550567427849659.post-68004455618997434042012-03-08T23:59:00.000-08:002012-03-08T23:59:07.500-08:00Journey of My Life Chapter Nine<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_sTmWakSCCKD9ljnSkyV_Y3y5JcrY8FpqP1qZCXh6HqRxwye4x1d2arJtID9oOfEA0QC4FyrEtfR0j4_sEGXl14kUus8P5_atlOfuT18dwFyGHAYtrTd5SFCUYbkuxxEruQOUOM7TNNwZ/s1600/Woman-writing-diary-jpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_sTmWakSCCKD9ljnSkyV_Y3y5JcrY8FpqP1qZCXh6HqRxwye4x1d2arJtID9oOfEA0QC4FyrEtfR0j4_sEGXl14kUus8P5_atlOfuT18dwFyGHAYtrTd5SFCUYbkuxxEruQOUOM7TNNwZ/s1600/Woman-writing-diary-jpg.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I made up my mind to get married but the hardest task for me was to convince my parents. . It was the worst situation when I told my parents, I knew the obvious answer that was to come from their side, It was a strict No. . . They were correct at their point cz it was not at all a good situation for my family to get into any such ceremonies and on the other hand, the boy and his family were in a hurry and constantly hammering me to convince my parents. . . Things were very hard for me to handle, my parents were not changing their mind, the boys side was not ready for the delay and even i was a big fool not to realize even at this point that I was going on a wrong decision. . People say love is blind and I proved it by being totally blind and dumb. . . Dint realise that if at this stage the boy doesnt understand my situations and problems, he is never gonna understand my future situations too. . . 6Months of this hard situation and finally my parents got fed up and got convinced for the marriage. . . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The boys family had told that his younger brother is to be married soon and also his grandma is at the last stage of her life and she wish to see both the brothers married . . . they kept pressurising me wit these two points and the boy was emotionally holding me to get married soon. . . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">My parents got convinced but somewhere i was not happy to hurt my parents and get married, but for the sake of love and the boy i took the step. . . I killed my emotions and even my parents feelings. . . Dont know at what state of mind I was, i wasnt able to judge the situation and adjust my emotions. . . We got married in a simple way, but somewhere still I was in a confusion about what i did was right or wrong. . . And this confusion and being emotional wit everything in life made me pay a lot later. . . "If we Become Sentimental Its Too Hard To Lead Our Life and Take Correct Decisions. . "</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I left my parents and walked on with him to a new world and a new life. . . Stepped into the new home. . . All were unknown to me except the boy. . . Was scared and nervous too. . . But between all this thoughts and things the 1st shock was coming up for me. . i There was not much excitement among the other members for the new bride in the house. . There was nothing like celebration in the house for the new member . . . Everyone got busy with their work, ladies got in the kitchen. . Now in a big day and celebration time general and normal people have some feast at home and celebrate with something new. . But here it was something really opposite. . . There was no feast , just a simple dinner, I was standing alone all time watching everyone and confused at the behaviour of them. . That time i really felt like going back to my home, even my husband was not around to handle me, and make me feel that I was not alone in this new place. . . Got tears,but then somehow managed to handle myself. . . Everyone finished dinner and me too had little and then everyone got back to work . . .</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I was still standing again at the same place after dinner, noone bothered about me, dint make a place for me to sit even. . Not even my husband came to me. . . Somewhere I regretted or doubted my decision of getting married. . .</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">But then again I was still blind to see the reality. . Days started passing by, my inlaws went back to their city. . Now it was just me and my husband staying in the house. . For me the testing time had started. . my 1st compromise here, i never wanted to get into the tests of life which a typical girl has to face. . but i was put into this test and again i felt alone cz even if stayin alone i dint have proper support of my husband. . . I dint know how to cook. . . I had never ever cooked when i was at my house,.but now when m married I had to cook and i didnt know anything about cooking, my husband knew this and then too dint even give me a little solace or help me. . I had watched ppl cook and tried to do the same, and cook atleast something. . . .Being the woman of the house it was my responsibility now. . . . This new life put me in test at Every step i took and every moment . . . This was not me not my life . . but then i somehow made up my mind that this was only my life and ve to live it even if it was not my type. . .</div><br />
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</div>Mylifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130473338343441414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371550567427849659.post-50675416727449924562012-03-01T19:31:00.001-08:002012-03-01T22:58:07.210-08:00Journey of My Life Chapter Eight<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_mOVlEWIf00QqS8f8Wkkdl76EtLzju-fCH1SLdsTXZoDxZwHs0ZGQmgceX0rO1pI-aKcjLBahQX1om5NldTp15zUwqwn34ox353dM-UbEsWl97gmmq3XWGqaY03NDVEpPQ5GXUkNd9qm2/s1600/woman-writing-a-book.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_mOVlEWIf00QqS8f8Wkkdl76EtLzju-fCH1SLdsTXZoDxZwHs0ZGQmgceX0rO1pI-aKcjLBahQX1om5NldTp15zUwqwn34ox353dM-UbEsWl97gmmq3XWGqaY03NDVEpPQ5GXUkNd9qm2/s320/woman-writing-a-book.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">My Family. . . I have a small family of just 4 members. . We got no much relatives that could be called our own. . All just formal relations, fake in this fake world. . Many of them I havent seen their faces even once in my life. . And i never feel like meeting them cz i was happy in our small family.. . My parents struggled a lot after getting married and got a stand in their life. . . We had got enough resources that every well to do family needs to lead a peaceful and easy life. . Everything was so good and easy. . . But some disasters and selfish ppl got our life into a mess. . Maybe something else. . . I never realised that my family was going through hard times until my dad sold our car. . . That time i was too young and immature to understand the things going on around me. . But as i grew up and got maturity I realised the true meaning of the things going on in my family. . My dad had only so resources left to educate me and my younger brother. . I was older so my graduation was somehow completed but when my brother reached his college he had to drop out just cz we had lack of finance. . I started realizing the sincerety of situation and opted to start earning to help out my family. . I got my 1st job that gave me enough money to pay up the rent of the house we were living in. . When I started this job our financial condition had already started getting bad to worse. . I never knew the meaning of money untill I got into this situation, we had enough finance that could fulfil any and all of our needs but now the situation was totally reverse , we had to think twice even if we wanted to buy a small thing. . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Only one person earning and that was me, my income was not at all enough in anyways. . Dad used to get source money till some time but then all stopped.. I thought that being elder it was my responsibility to over situations and work out wit things for my family. . . I started going for other job. . Now I had enough income from those two jobs. . One I did from morning till noon and other one was from noon to night. . From this income rent,bills,grocery were paid. . But still was hard to meet two ends. . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Meanwhile, I finished my graduation somehow and then fully concentrated on my work. .</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I forgot about all my needs and my dreams all I did was work all day. . Always tried hard to fulfill small needs of my family and did my best as much i could . . Time was going on really hard and destiny was still not ready to change its mood. I was just slowly getting frustrated by all this. . Seeing my family in trouble and all that situations broke me inside. . .</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">But destiny had something more for me in its store.. . . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A boy came to my life . . We met at a friend's get together and after a month of stayin in contact he proposed to me. . "He was not at all my type to guy" but then at that whirls of time i was not havin any thoughts of my type of man. . somewhere i had made up my mind that such a guy never existed . . . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I used to get some moral support from him when i was in trouble and when needed, and so i started gettin close to him. . As time passed almost after a year or so he decided to get married. . Knowing that my family was in crises I was nt ready to get into that marriage and needed more time. . But when his family came to know that he was in a relation and wants to marry me, they , being kind of orthodox , started hurrying up for gettin married. . Me and him started gettin into arguments and quarrels as I was not ready now and he and his family was in a hurry and gave me millions of reasons of why he wanted to get married soon. . Things were getting worse for me now, on one hand I was under pressure of this guy, and other hand I had problems in my family and i was not in any condition to reveal my relation and that i wanted to get into marriage. . . I was not able to even make up my mind to get him out of my mind and life and maybe I was somewhere emotionally attached to him. . Willingly and unwillingly i was not able to detach myself from him. . But one more thought that he was not able to understand my situation or maybe i was gettin to much concerned about my family condition. . He was very good and maybe was smart at changing my thoughts by pampering me and get me a brain wash and somehow he made me digest the thing that once i get married to him I will be happy. . And maybe in search of little peace of mind to I took a foolish step of getting married to him but before I could get married to him I had a condition for him that I would not stop my job and whatever I earn I will give to my parents cz they need it. . He agreed. . . But this was not the end of my troubles. . Infact it was just the beginning. . . . to be continued. . :</div><br />
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</div>Mylifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130473338343441414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371550567427849659.post-85466219887010145652012-02-24T07:20:00.000-08:002012-02-24T07:20:40.419-08:00Journey of My Life Chapter Seven<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ur4GTYt8LBWAJXUwi1-vet7wZJNsyuEofx8OZeFKSNSOcm1sfYp-aeJZw5E20aKgZn24ucbdZBt3iLebI-OpXn7SVb3TOJ0Hwj4Lwu4igTJaW2U3317ih504xyccKQwX9Agw5KRcteEI/s1600/journaling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ur4GTYt8LBWAJXUwi1-vet7wZJNsyuEofx8OZeFKSNSOcm1sfYp-aeJZw5E20aKgZn24ucbdZBt3iLebI-OpXn7SVb3TOJ0Hwj4Lwu4igTJaW2U3317ih504xyccKQwX9Agw5KRcteEI/s320/journaling.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The previous incident was a huge shock for our whole group. Next day went normal,just the things that happened were whirling around in my mind. But that was just for sometime,things dint bother me for long cz maybe I had never felt such attachment wit Alan ,that he felt for me. I forgot things very fast. . But maybe Alan was still stuck there, he didnt sit next to me today, he avoided me, didnt talk to me. . I tried to be normal wit him but he was not willing to let go wat had happened. He behaved rude and that was it, I left him alone,let him do what he wanted. . Our distance in relation became a huge problem for our group cz it became hard for them to cope wit as before. . Alan and me never talked and this they found very wierd. . I too was not able to understand why Alan was not talking to me and avoiding me so badly. . But then I let that go. . Do hell wit him, wats the point of being wit a person whose thoughts change in a fraction of time and starts being indifferent to you. And that was the beginning of our formal relation. . We never talked to each other unless we had some work and that too we did for the sake of our group. . Days passed by, everyone forgot wat had happened, I even heard that Alan was in a relation wit some other girl. . I was shocked about this cz i was not able to believe that he did it so quick in just a week. . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Phew. .</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Thank God i was saved from that wierdo. . that was to least bother for me. . I mean. . . Who cares. . ! I was wrong when I thought that Alan was havin some qualities of My kind of man. . And its good that i was proved wrong. . . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">at this stage i learned a new lesson. . Never judge ppl so Easily and Quickly. . .</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">My Kind Of Man. . . Dont know if he really exist or not. . Cz its almost impossible to find such guy in this kind of male dominating society where women ve achieved great heights but they still are dominated or are in pressure . . . I always had a rough idea of the qualities that i expected in my Man. . . But now those ideas have become more clear and serious for me. . . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I always wished for a guy who was good at looks, having a tuff physique,kind of body builder , so that he could protect me from all the odds. .. Rough lookin guy, cz i hate that chocolaty looks. . . A guy who has the daring to fight the world for me, and understandS me much better than myself. . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A girl who spends almost half of her life at her parents' home and then has to go to an unknown world where she knows noone other than the guy who is wit her. . At this point its like always a hard test for a girl. . New ppl,new environment where she has to prove herself at every step. . And she is bound to pass the tests. . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I never want to give such test,never want to frustrate myself havin the fear of what ppl would think if m not able to do my work well or do things as per their expectations. . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I always wanted a guy who never puts me into such tests, accepts me the way I am and loves me the best. . . A guy who can understand things before I could speak them. . And this is the most important things I always wish to have in him, cz I can hardly show my feelings to someone, cant speak up so fast if i get any problem or anything. . . So i wish him to understand thats unspoken, who can just look into my eyes and get all that I feel, . He should least bother about the world and the society rules when he is wit me. . I must be the most important person in his life. . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">He should be fun loving and adventurous and should love to travel like crazy. . cz for me all i enjoy the most is travelling, adventures and eating. . . So he too must be just like me so we can enjoy together. . He should give me freedom to do things, it should not be an issue for him if I take some decisions myself. .</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Cz I have seen a male dominating society where the man decides and girl agrees. . I never want that in our relation. . It must be a mutual trust and understanding to take decisions which in turn will make our bond stronger. . . He must be Honest and Trustworthy. . . He can trust me blindly that i'll never do things against his will and on the other hand I never want him to do anything that hurts me. . Yes, I can say I m possessive, but I dont mind it and even he should be the same. . Cz I love that someone has for me. . . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Last but not the least , he must be rich enough that can fulfil our needs and can lead a standard life. . . cz in this world to survive in relation and make it more stronger all you need is Three Things. . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Love, Understandin, and Money. . . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Who says money is not concerned when you are in love. . ?? . ya it works at initial stages. . . (but gifts dont come in charity. . right. :-))</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">But being practical . . Its a fact that LOVE SKIPS OUT OF THE WINDOW WHEN POVERTY KNOCKS THE DOOR. . .</div><br />
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</div>Mylifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130473338343441414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371550567427849659.post-68880566681342694682012-02-16T08:04:00.000-08:002012-02-16T08:04:03.139-08:00Journey of My Life Chapter Six<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghx_H3-aa4-rOxsGBSPQmhoWQL7xrZqqO1CXOuIUilNIYf3TnCvIui5V1HnajYGknq2Sv_Ft-XaCNy0WaN_N8bg0ljurPwV4p7xM_rkfR5P0FoBElVQ5VeI7xYWJ0QpXggGq1p5H5VFmQf/s1600/woman_writing_diary_on_bed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghx_H3-aa4-rOxsGBSPQmhoWQL7xrZqqO1CXOuIUilNIYf3TnCvIui5V1HnajYGknq2Sv_Ft-XaCNy0WaN_N8bg0ljurPwV4p7xM_rkfR5P0FoBElVQ5VeI7xYWJ0QpXggGq1p5H5VFmQf/s320/woman_writing_diary_on_bed.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Today a really wierd thing happened that I never really expected anything such will happen. . Same routine, I reached school and settled down at my regular place, and that was the time when a strange incident happened, infact we can say like a Miracle. . !! . . The whole class was surprised to see Alan enter class on time. . . . A regular late comer today had come on time. . . As usual Alan came and sat next to me. . Asked me for my notes to complete his. . He was completing it and the whole day passed as regular, pranks and teasing each other and all tht stuff. . . End of school Alan said he had not still completed his notes, so he needs my book to take home, But that day we got some homework so even I needed the book. Alan found a way , told me to give him my contact number and he would return my book by evening and he will call where to come and get the book. I agreed , Not Even having any hint about wat was about to happen and come up for me . . . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Alan called in evening and i told him to come at my tuition classes and give the book. He came but as usual was late,made me wait. . He showed up wit lots of Sorrys and gave me a chocolate as apology for makin me wait. . And he gave me the book and went away but before going he said that he had something really important to talk to me so he will text me again at night. . . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Alan text me around 9p.m and after all casual talks he came up to the point. . Said he wanted to tell me something since long but wasnt able to say it. . And me like dumb still was not able to figure out wat was actually happening. . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Finally after moving around in circles He Proposed to me. . Said that he was in Love with me at the 1st sight. . He felt that bond and closeness wit me. And without even giving me a chance to respond he also said that he plans his future with me . . And I was like blank , dint know what and how to react at it. . that was the 1st time when someone had proposed to me in my life and never ever thought of such things , so all that was happening was just like something out of my world . . . .</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I said I dont know wat to say and I never thought of anything like that wit you. . Alan said that he was ready to wait and gave me one week time to think over it. . And after that I stopped replying his text. . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Next day at school he behaved like nothing happened but i was still stuck on those thoughts. . . That day i saw him writing my name joined with his name and surname and that time i was just dumbstruck. . I never wanted to get into any such relation cz Alan was not my kind of boy. . some things were there that i expected in my dream man but he was not totally my type. . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Kept on thinking over this whole week and the weekend had arrived, my group planned to Bunk school and go for a Movie on Saturday. . I was really scared cz it was the 1st bunk of my life. . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Next day was Saturday and we dint go to school, instead we all met outside and had snacks and went for a Matinee show. . I was scared but even loved the excitement of bunking school. . We all were in the movie, Alan was sitting next to me but today I was feeling strange being next to him. It was not a normal feel and i was not able to understand wat it was but then as my regular nature, things cant bother me for more time, So i switched my attention to the Movie and started enjoying it and totally forgot about things. .</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Just then my phone rang and it was my dad. . He asked me where I was and I behaved normal,said that i was at school. . But think he knew where I was actually So he told me to stop my rubbish and get back home. . I was much in Panic and dashed towards home . . At home my battlefield was ready. . Dad and mom started scolding me and I was just having one statement, "I was in movie Wit friends and not at school." Dad told that he wanted to meet all my friends who were wit me in the movie. . I called them up and they were ready to come home in 2hrs. .Meanwhile, dad's Relative came to meet him. .</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Dad and Uncle were talkin, just then my friends came and sat in front of my dad and the introduction session started. . All girls introduced themselves and boys too. . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Now it was Alan's turn to introduce himself. . Alan was not havin any idea that the sky was gonna crash on him and neither any of us had any idea either. . . .</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">He said about himself, and also added extra things like wat his dad does and all that, And that was it. . . . . My Uncle(dad's relative) came up wit the suprise when he Heard about Alan, Uncle told my dad that Alan was my dad's NEPHEW . . And Alan was just like Blank had a wierd expression on his face seemed gettin pale. . . My dad was very happy to meet Alan, but for Alan it was End of the world and even me and all other friends were at shock. . My dad said that he had lost his contact wit those relatives and today he got them back when he got Alan. . . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The any who proposed to me a week before,Who was in love at 1st sight wit me. . Was my cousin. . !!! It was the 1st WTF moment of my life. . . we all were blank altogether. . . The boy who proposed to me was my cousin?????. . dint know wat to do be happy or sad. . . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">O Gosh. . !!!. Now everyone took leave and Alan's was really very upset. . I went downstairs to see off my friends and Alan was constantly lookin at me and i felt that he still had many things to tell me. . I saw tears in his eyes, he had realised that our relation which he expected was never possible anymore. . . . I was feeling hurt seein Alan so depressed, but that was it, nothing could be done, wats happened is done and thats to be accepted. . . This was the most wierd day of my life. . . Never expected in my nightmares that any such thing will ever happen to me ever. . . . Truly said LIFE COMES UP WIT SURPRISES. . . ALL YOU NEED IS TO BE PREPARED TO BE SHOCKED. . .</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We cant have all that we desire in life, I dont know why today i just sat alone on the terrace and thoughts are whirling over in my mind. From a very young age saw lots many realites of life. The bitter side of the life was always havin a share for me. I always felt alone even if i had people around me. I had friends but no one was so true who can stay on for lifetime,share your goods and bads, sorrows and happiness. Today I felt the same. Felt really given up. So many ups and downs in life, still going through it and maybe these things will never end. . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A time comes in your life when you feel to stay alone and be left out but along wit that you also feel like to have a person around you who can just keep your head stay at a proper stage. Today whole day passed, was almost silent, dint feel like speaking to anyone, Dint understand how to come out of this awful feel. . But the more i tried to come out of it the more i got dragged into that emotion. . Just a feel or a fear, of how to survive the situations going on, time was really hard,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Destiny was maybe always trying its new games on me everytime. And this happens everytime when I needed someone around who could understand what</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">i cant say, there was no one around. I had some people whom i expected that they maybe around when needed but when time comes, knowingly or unknowingly they are not around. That time we just get questions that Do those people really deserve the importance in my life that I have maybe given them??? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And the answer to this question is always Negative. Those people whom I always give importance prove to be unworthy, maybe i dont know to identify people in life or maybe i expect more than what they can give. . So now i've decided to stay alone and stop expecting things from people. Stop expecting solace from anyone. . Its really true When It Gets Dark Even Your Shadow Leaves You Alone. When things get dark in life and you cant figure out solutions and really need someone, you are left alone to fight it or overcome it on your own. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You feel angry, next moment you get tears,you feel lonely but when you see around, you find lots of ppl but none of them will ever get into your minds or understand you the way you exactly want and which can help your mind get some stress free time. . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Its just you and your emotions fighting hard and nether of you know why exactly there is a tustle in your mind. . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This is the time when you really decide to fall or to rise from it. .I know i wont fall at this stage, but on the other side m even so sure that I will be still on my knees for the rest of my life , Will be standing strong for the whole world to show, working hard, but inside it there will just the verge of fall. . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This fall ll not come so soon, cz i m strong to hold myself from falling, but always somewhere have a fear that someday destiny will give me a hard blow and i ll be falling down. Cz then there will be noone to hold me and pull be back. Like everytime will have to help myself. . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Maybe its Apt to say There Are Millions Of Tears Behind a Smile You See. . . But to figure out that smile is not an easy thing. . If you find a person who can know the true reason of your smile thats just an accessory, you are the luckiest person in world. . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">If you find that person always keep them close to your heart and never let them go. . . . .</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And now Finally the day had come. It was Patrick's b'day today and we were well prepared with our pranks. . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">1st thing we did is got divided into two groups, one to work on my idea and other to work on Alan's idea. . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Mine idea was to give Patrick a b'day cake suprise. . Me, Katy and two other ppl of group went to the cake shop. We got a chocolate cake. Now it was time for me to open up my criminal mind, we paid the cake shop owner a little extra to help us wit our prank and make it a success. And Honestly, this was the 1st bribe of my life and seriously was gettin so excited doin it. . I told the cake guy to cut the 1st whole layer of the cake, and he did it and carefully removed the 1st layer from it so that it can be replaced again. . Then i told him to get some whipped cream with some coco powder to change its color and put lots of chilli powder and vinegar in it and make a cream that tasted disgusting. . He came up with the cream and I tasted it and really it was hell disgusting, so bad that i spit it out the moment i tasted it. Now the next step. -- The cream was to be applied evenly on the open layer. The guy did just as instructions given and put back the other layer on it which he cut before, covering the cream and makin it totally invisible. Now little chocolale icing did the finishing. Now no signs of our crime were visible on our cake. . The cake was ready to serve for the b'day boy. . . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">On other hand Alan's plan was being worked on. Patrick had arranged a whole crate of Coke to give on his treat. . Alan bribed our canteen guy and our next plan was on. . Alan got a black coloured Ayurvedic liquid medicine which in fact really tastes bitter and disgusting. . He got an injection syringe along with a needle. Now the plan was to put that medicine into the coke bottles without opening them. . He took the injection and put the needle from the lids of bottles and got he medicine in every bottle. . Now coke was ready . . with a whole new ingredient in it. . . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Party Time. . . . It was recess and everyone heading towards canteen to get treat from Patrick. He had planned Sandwiches and coke for all. . And now it was time to get the cake suprise for the b'day boy. . We entered wit it like we were the happiest ppl in the school for his b'day. . . we all started wishing him and suprised him wit our cake. . The cake was put on table and candles were arranged on it for the b'day boy to blow them. Who never even thought in his dreams that even his head was going to blow off wit the 1st bite. He was smiling at everyone and seemed so much overwhelmed to get this suprise from us. . and we knew he was feeling really very special at this, but actually he was totally unaware of the upcoming super suprise. .</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Patrick blew the candles and cut the cake,Alan was standing next to him, so patrick went on and have Alan a bite. And to our suprise Alan had that bite, we were fingers crossed cz we knew his facial expressions would change at its taste,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">but we were dumbstruck when he dint show even a line of disgust on his face. . Maybe he did this to make sure that none doubts that the cake had got some problem wit its taste. . Now it was time for Alan to give Patrick a bite, Alan took a big piece of it and just pushed it into Patrick's mouth. . And that was it. . The piece was so big that Patrick could neither chew it properly not swallow it, all he could do was keep getting the disgusting taste of the cake. . His face was worth watching, he wanted to go out and spit it but we surrounded him and others too wishing him and giving him gifts and all. . . . Literally Patrick was getting tears. . . And our group was so happy at the success of our 1st plan. . Finally Patrick spit it and asked Who Brought the Cake, Alan said, "We brought it ." Patrick starts shouting "It tastes disgusting.Wat did you guys do with it?" And Alan said, "We did nothing boy, when i had a bite, it tasted great. . " Then even i took a bite from it and to prove Patrick wrong , I confidently said, "No, theres nothing wrong with the cake, it tastes great. ." Inside i was trying hard to control my expressing cz it really tasted disgusting. . Patrick was having a question mark on his face, why only he was getting that bad taste. . ? ? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We put the cake away cz we dint want others to spoil their taste buds cz we had already a different plan waiting for them. . The Coke. .</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Patrick had ordered our school's all time favourite sandwiches and coke. . Honestly our canteen guy used to make Super sandwiches, and students were crazy about them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Patrick started opening the Coke bottles and serving everyone. All were now having sandwiches and enjoying. . And here comes the 1st complain. "Hey, the coke taste bitter.Wat did you mix in it. ??" and that was it, all others tasted and started attacking Patrick with their blow of complains, and said that he was responsible for the bitter taste and thought that he did it. . . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We were very happy at other students' reaction, cz we never expected that things will turn up to Patrick and he will be blamed. But whatever happens is for good. . . People were shouting on Patrick and blaming him for spoiling their day and started walking off from the canteen. . And here Patrick was trying to convince them that he dint do anything and also was havin questions on his face cz he had no idea about wat exactly was going on. . He seemed like a blind rat dashing at walls and having swirls on his head. . It was fun watching him and we were enjoying our Sandwich and specially ordered Coke which tasted original. . . Patrick came and asked us. , "Guys, do you find anything wrong with the taste of coke?" And we said ,"No, its perfect. . . " Then Patrick Walked away with so many questions in his head, for the coke. . . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And our plans had worked successfully and we all gave that cunning smiles to each other and continued having our treat. . Like nothing has ever happened. . . :-):-).</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Alan was trying to get into conversation with me all time and then started sitting next to me in class. . And the funny thing was that others started pointing him and often commented that a regular back Bencher suddenly started sitting on 1st bench. . . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">For me it was like i didnt know whats the feeling of having a crush on someone or being in love, I was just normal neither i knew about it nor did i ever notice if someone has such feelings for me. So I never noticed that Alan had a crush on me or had a soft corner for me at that point of time. . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Days started passing by and slowly Alan's whole group started swamping around me and coming up to make friends with me. Now even I became one of those mischievous group who was a headache for all. Started doing pranks and all those stuff which the most naughty students of the school are famous for.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Now here comes a new guy to my rescue today, like he has been given the job of saving me from getting into bad company(which i think i was not actually into). He was Patrick,our conversation started when i asked him his notes to complete mine. And that was it,he got a chance to talk to me and one day when i was talking with Katy , he came and sat next to me, Alan as usual was late, so i was alone on my bench. Patrick came and started giving me suggestions about whom I should talk to and whom not. . He said that Alan and his group was a bad one and it was not good for me to get into their company. . I dint reply him anything and just told him to get up and go back to his place. . Since that day i started hating him. I hated him not cz he said that my group and friends were not worth but I rather hated him for his interference in my life. I always felt that my life was my own and not a single jerk who doesnt know me had any rights to comment or give me suggestions on what I should do and what not. . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />
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</div>Mylifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130473338343441414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371550567427849659.post-49321068462674367002012-01-14T01:12:00.000-08:002012-01-14T01:12:08.568-08:00Journey of My Life Chapter Two<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI8BnrIEgwqRUcpNEve4Qje9Z9D9JUEkN2UwiKDPKrz1RuvMhtEGmehzHjkd2u8PT_qX_mbtE-LtmAglf2nW6iQIDVAP7t2ZCGCKgcvScmS3HVFuvI56_Hu01Dg2xxKL4xwfXrMMxJqVUq/s1600/journaling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI8BnrIEgwqRUcpNEve4Qje9Z9D9JUEkN2UwiKDPKrz1RuvMhtEGmehzHjkd2u8PT_qX_mbtE-LtmAglf2nW6iQIDVAP7t2ZCGCKgcvScmS3HVFuvI56_Hu01Dg2xxKL4xwfXrMMxJqVUq/s320/journaling.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It was my 1st day my High school and 1st day for me being out in this new city. I was so excited and feeling a bit nervous too cz i dint know how this new school will be,my new classmates,new teachers. . . It was like beginning of a whole new journey of my life. Now as a normal human nature generally makes a kind of imaginations for its upcoming new surroundings and people,even i had made some imaginations about my new school and classmates.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">But all my imaginations just got evaporated in the air in just a fraction of seconds once i entered the Classroom, I was suprised to see students lookin much older than me. I thought it must not be my class so i was just walking out of it and that moment I heard a Voice call out , "Hey, you finding which class? its 11th grade" And I was like "Thanx for helpin, me was finding 11th grade, but then. . . . . . . " And I stopped at that, with a grin on my face and entered the class , but still somewhere i was still nervous about the older looks of my other classmates. . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I just found my place where i could sit, and Guess wat. , the place I chose was the 1st bench corner near the wall....:-):-) Now in actual sense I was not a Front bench bug, but that day I was one of those 1st benchers, one reason was my nervousness and the other best reason was that all last benches were flooding with people so I had no chance of getting a place there unless m known to those last bench owners. ....:-):-) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A girl was sitting next to me, the one who called me in the class, and she was very friendly, started talking to me and introduced herself. . She was Katy, even i introduced myself, And then just like a wave on the seashore washes away your feet, even she washed away all my nervousness and fears about my new surroundings. All she said was "Girl dont get so nervous , you know what, this is the senior most class of the school you are sittin in and as a simple thing seniors just rule , so we are one of those and slowly you ll also be a part of it" and then with a wink of her eye,she gave me that devilish smile that every prankster has on face. .From that moment I was clear that this is gonna be a joy ride here.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The teacher entered the class and everyone was silent then. He was a guy of around 45 and seemed strict at 1st sight, and Katy told me , he was our Accountancy teacher. . And that was it, I got shivers running all through me,cz i hated Accounts, and i hated to such extent that i literally used to get scared of numbers like a kid is scared of ghosts. . It was never my things, and since my childhood all subjects related to numbers and numerical were like a Black Hole to me, where you are always trying to know the secret matter inside it but at last you come out with nothing and even if you do then you find many ppl criticizing your new found answer. And when the whole class used to discuss and solve the sums I just keep on looking at my book,pens,board, and sometimes even fans , and then look at those curious faces that are trying really hard to find a solution. . When they get it they react like they have found the Law reversing the Newtons Law of Gravity. . they have that feeling of pride on their faces. . But then anyways, I used to just borrow the books of those solution achievers and just copy down all that they wrote and thats how I used to complete my notes with those subjects. . . :-)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">1st lecture was about to end just then the door opened and a boy entered the class. He was in improper uniform and havin his necktie in his hand, and wit just two books. Had a little shabby rough look seemed like he dressed up in a hurry. . The teacher allowed him in and maybe he was a regular late comer cz the teacher dint react at his late coming. He just went to the last bench and walked like he is in a garden and got settled at his place. . Katy told me that he was Alan, the regular late comer of our class and the member of naughtiest group of the school. . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Next two lectures passed out and now it was recess time. . Me and Katy were just sittin in class with some other girls and boys. They all seemed very studious and talked about studies and books and regular stuff. Katy introduced me to other students sitting there. And we were having just formal talks and the recess got over. We settled down back to our places and that late comer Alan just came and sat on the bench behind me. He tapped on my shoulder and put his hand forward for a handshake and said, "Hi, m Alan, wats your name?" and then i introduced myself to him, and that was the beginning of our conversation, Alan was so so so talkative that many a times even i used to get irritated,cz m not a person who gets mixed up with people soon and get opened up with the talking and all that stuff, m a kind of semi-reserved person, i talk to people only when i feel to get into a conversation with them, otherwise things dont bother me at all even if i dont have anyone to talk wit or m alone cz i always believe that its better if not dont have people around you rather than havin backstabbers among them. I never trust people easily, but when i do its like trust is always broken. So i just stay away from makin quick relations now. .</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I m Betty from Milsbon. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Milsbon is a beautiful sea facing city where both the sunsets and sunrise are give a captivating view which ppl fall in love with. This is the place of lovers who find their love in the mild rise of the sun. I came to this city when i was 19. I was new to this place, had no friends and since then i thought to share my feelings to this diary which you are about to read. This diary holds within all those deep feelings of mine all the stages of my life that made me wat i m today and ll take you to the journey of my life. . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Today i ve come to the seashore after so many days. i ve grown old but still the sea and its soft breeze and its depth brings me the enchanting feeling of love that i share wit my soulmate. Today m here with my husband my better half and sitting next to him wish to write something which we both share in the last years of our life. But dont know somehow today sitting here with my life besides me, I just feel like recalling all the memories of my life. And feel like rather than writing on a new page, i just wish to go to the page from where i just began writing it. . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The twilight faded into night. Milsbon lay enveloped in the darkness of the dim light of the moon that shone through, casting a pale light over the deep waters of the sea,that was so calm and it seemed like it has millions of hidden secrets within, that i still untold. The stars have started coming up in the sky one by one and today i see them like they are resembling the high and low lights of my life, the ups and downs that i faced in my life. The sea seem to depict the depth of my heart today which is about to read all thats written in it and go to the time where i find myself the fade memories of my life.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Going back to the memories when i was 19. The age when I started understanding my life and myself too. At this age when almost all teenagers are mature enough with their thoughts and life,I was still havin the understanding of a kid. It was the experiences that made me myself. When i came to Milsbon , and new surroundings i never knew what life is upto for me, but then slowly when i started experiencing things in my life I came to know what life exactly mean. Its just meant to suprise you with the things and incidents that it has in store specially for you that can sometimes give you unbound happiness and sometimes just leave you stunned and you find yourself standing at the place when the earth beneath your feet is just pulled off. But then you gradually start learning to live in those moments of your life.</div><br />
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