World Cup 2011

March 2nd, 2011

-         I want to say u.....  Cricket is not interesting....... I dunno what these guys find so interesting in it.  It is boring; it’s just nothing….. I hate to sit before the tv and shout at every fours and sixes. It is meaningless. I hate it when he sits to watch cricket so anxiously.

-         Heyyy…. Bikes are just to move around and have some fresh air rather than cars…. I like bikes, but what is there in it to be so crazy about it? These guys…. Can’t they be interested in some sensible things like movies, novels and all….  What is the benefit of possessing the most stylish bike? Crazy guys……

March 31^st, 2011

-         I love watching cricket with him. I love to shout like mads…. And I love when sachin hits a six.

-         We should go to some show room for choosing a bike. Hey! Just check out this new colour….

:) :) :) :)
Will you people like to listen to the story of this transformation???
It’s so simple. He taught me to enjoy cricket. He taught me to enjoy the style of bikes. I felt that anything that u do with your loved one turns interesting. And above all, he showed me the way to find something sensible in everything. Cricket, as he says, is not just cricket. It relates to life in a high extent. Have anyone ever watched the way how a captain handles the pressure and keeps his cool when he has the whole nation’s expectations on him. That’s how we should learn to manage expectations resting on us.
Now, I am sharing something very sweet and personal with you people….. just because I love all my readers…U people have given me voice to speak out and have lent me your ears for all my posts..

(World Cup is on and India had reached the semifinals was meeting Pakistan on Wednesday)
Yesterday, in the afternoon, I was in my class when one of my school friends messaged me, “A tip for all girls – How to know if its true love? On this Wednesday, if your guy spends the entire day with you, instead of watching the match…. Marry him:)”
I forwarded this message to my honey with absolutely no intentions. He replied me back, “And if you gal watches the whole match with you…. Marry her:)”
But, yesterday, even I was excited to watch the match. The match was almost like a war. So, we watched the match together. 

 
Today, in the morning, I messaged him from my class, “I watched the whole match with you. So, will you marry me? :)”

He replied, “Baby dear…. I am sorry dear…. I love my sweetheart sooooo much… I can neither leave her nor live without her”….

I was spellbound by the reply. I loved it… Thank you sooo much, my sweetuuu… for loving me in such a special way….

Encounter with Yamraaj.....

                       

                          Hi guys…. J J Guess what??? I had a very interesting dream yesterday night. After waking up, my first thought was to share it with you people. So, here I am….sharing a dream with you for the first time.

                          Here, we believe in a God of Death, and we call him Yamraaj…. So, what happened is that, I dreamt of Yamraaj in the form of a butterfly with his secretary. In the first scene that I saw, he and his secretary were nursing a person in a hospital. I couldn’t make out why the God of Death was trying so hard to provide life to a person. Maybe because he felt that the time of death had not yet arrived for the hospitalized person.

                          In the next scene, they turned into two human beings and their wings got minimized. His secretary was a girl with dusky complexion and long curly hair. (Yes, I remember that clearly.J) Suddenly, his secretary wanted to disclose her identity before a crowd of 10-15 people. She cajoled Yamraaj to do so but he denied. But, she kept nagging and finally persuaded Yamraaj. Now, Yamraaj picked up a stick and the stick grew in diameter. It was a pointed stick. Then, he started touching everyone’s lips with that stick. Each one, whose lips were touched, closed their eyes and then, opened them after some time. I don’t remember who all were present in the crowd but, I exactly remember that I knew all those people assembled there. But, Yamraaj was not taking any notice of me. So, in a confused state, I myself went closer to that person who was in disguise and sucked the tip of the stick. As soon as I put my lips around that stick, I was swirled in the air and a huge blurred image of a fat man with lot of heavy clothes and jewellary appeared before me. As I moved closer to make out the face of that person, he threw me towards his backside. I fell down with a thud but the surface where I fell was neither hard as floor nor spongy as Dunlop. But, whatever it was, I didn’t feel any pain. Then, I got up and reached near Yamraaj. Then, what I remember is that I was talking to Yamraaj as if I were drunk.

                      “Me- Hi Yamraaj Uncle, I have a last wish.

                       Yamraaj(in a grave voice) – Yes, Say….

                        Me- No, it is not the last wish before death. It is the last wish after death. (I don’t know how one can wish something after death. But as it was a dream, everything was possible. J)

                         Yamraaj – Hmm…say…(again very gravely)

Till then, I was getting irritated and scared by the serious face of Yamraaj.

                         Me – I want to see you smiling, Yamraaj uncle.

Now, he softened a bit and smile was the verge of his lips but he suppressed it very cruelly.

                         Yamraaj – Ok, at first you just go and make everyone in the world to smile and after doing that, come back and I will smile for you.

 I smiled at this and was coming back happily when suddenly I remembered my grandpa who was at his last stage but was facing lot of pains. So, I turned back and asked him, “Ok, but what about my Grandpa? Why are you not coming to free him of this pain?”

So, he replied, “Yes dear, we too have a lot of interest to take your Grandpa with us, but there are a lot of obstacles on our path for which we are not able to reach him.”

            After this, I don’t remember how I came back to earth. I didn’t wake up. I just started dreaming other things. But, I can’t figure out what could be the obstacles on Yamraaj’s path.

Craziest thing you have done???

Can you recall the craziest thing that you have done?

                             Yesterday, I remembered one incident when I had newly started talking to my honey…. We used to talk till late at night and in those days, sleep had left us alone to enjoy the divine moments one gets when one falls in love…. So, each one of us had an inner instinct to call the other person whenever we woke up from the little amount of slumber that God used to bestow on us. Normally, we used to talk about various topics and our topics never seemed to finish. Another thing that we used to do is singing songs over the phone….

                          One night, when I requested him to sing some songs (as usual), he sang few (2-3 lines at most) J and then, said….. “This is the craziest thing I am doing in my life…Singing songs over phone at 3 am for a girl whom I have known for just 4 months….” It was pleasant to listen that. Now whenever, I remember those days, I just have nothing to express, but just smile.

                         So, now, everybody who visits my post can leave comments and say me what is the craziest thing that you have done till date…..