Live,learn,love and leave.

Life's little lessons: Live,learn, love and leave.

We live, to live a new experience every moment and cherish it. Life, has got a million meanings. It all depends on our perception, on how we see it. The weaknesses are balanced by strengths,and vice-verse. We all have a goal. A goal, each one of us realizes at one point of time. May not be today, not tomorrow, not even the next year. It may be now, a decade later, or even when you are in your old-age. A goal is a dream with a deadline. Who doesn't have the right to dream?

We learn, to teach back what we've learnt and apply it in our lives, professionally and personal. We learn to understand life's ups and downs, and we learn to face them. We learn from mistakes, and also learn how not to commit them.
You must have come across this piece already, Thomas Alva Edison failed a hundred times, when he was inventing the bulb. And he did it on he 101th attempt!
When asked about his strong determination, all he said was: I've learnt from every attempt. I've learnt 100 ways of how not to make a bulb!
Learning is a never ending process.

We love, to be loved. Being loved is the most blessed state anybody could achieve. Love is a reciprocal equation in life. You love, you are loved.
Love could be anything, from showing you parents you care to telling your best friend how much you adore her.
Sadly, as our physics law confirms, nothing exists in this world without its opposite. Hatred has to be present, but tell me, Who would appreciate light without experiencing darkness?

We leave with nothing, but memories in the hearts of people, which pave way into them after our doings.Why are we killing,committing crimes? What for? Mentally unstable? Sadism? Schizophrenics all of them. Like I said, nothing exists without its opposites.

Isn't it so simple? These are the thoughts I brought onto this post, after telling myself, its nothing wrong writing stuff you always wanted to tell people you care for. Sadly, I didn't find any other means to let my thoughts travel. Anyway, this post describes my deepest thoughts. I really find myself at peace now. Thank you, for being there, for teaching me good-bad lessons, and for teaching me to love. Thank you all, for reciprocating.

Love,
Snigdha.

My favorite things.

This post, wasn't planned to be blogged. But then, I've been humming it since the 12th of this month. Thought I'd share it. ( though I don't like all of them, take a look.)

♥Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens,

bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens,

brown paper packages tied up with strings,

these are a few of my favorite things.

♥Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels,

door bells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles.

Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings.

these are a few of my favorite things.

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes,

snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes,

silver white winters that melt into springs,

these are a few of my favorite things.

When the dog bites, when the bee stings,

when I'm feeling sad, I simply remember my favorite things,

and then I don't feel so bad.

:-). Those of you, who are wondering what this is, Google up "The sound of music" right now!

Love,

Snigdha. ♥

Phobia.

I am sick of it!Why? Why am I doing this?
Why am I turning into a freak?
I am commiting mistakes after mistakes.
I am sick and tired of listening to people, telling me,things I listen a hundred times from different people. Stop expecting too much from me! I am neither a Vishwanathan anand nor a Roger federrer to be perfectly peerrfect! I am a normal teenager, trying to cope up with bitching,studies and frustration! Till today I didn't realize I had an effective way to tell the 'necessary' people, how i felt! So here you read,go and bitch your full and stay happy, and yeah..Don't forget to drop shit comments later and go boast about in the class.
To everybody i know, or atleast i think i know, stop telling me how i am supposed to change my attitude and crap,also stop telling me what you think I should be..Coz both of us know, I am not going to listen to your crap.
And yeah, stop bitching atleast after you read this for God's sake! You would get nothing from it, oh yeah, in certain cases, a few black eyes or sour memories of 'our' times together!
And for the so 'respected' people, I will do what I want to do.
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Did I ever tell you why I love linkin park so much? The lines in the songs always, mean what I want to say in short:
"Don't turn your back on me, I won't be ignored!"

Standing at the end of the street, I tried to hide myself from flashy lights. I didn't want to be seen. It must have been 8:30 in the evening, and the streets were still buzzing with people, in a mad rush to do something, God knows what. And today being, Eid, the street was full of people, happy,greeting each other.

My phone vibrated, sending a chill through my spine. Dad was on the other line, " Where are you?", I could feel the sternness in his voice.
"Dddad...I..can explain..."
"I don't care....1/2 an hour ...if you don't come home by then...You'll see!"
Click!
"Damn!", I cried. How the hell was I supposed to reach home by half-an-hour?

Where would he be? God. Why does this happen to me all the time? Why did he come here? This far from home?

I was 15 kilometres away from home. It all started with a phone call from Aarthi.

"I've just seen him. He must be at the end of our street. I thought you knew!"

Crap, I thought. Now what?

Wasn't I treating him properly? I loved him the most. Why did he do this to me? I would have broken down, if Dhruv wouldn't have spotted me on the way. "Chill yaar, we'll find him. He must have gone for a walk.", was all he told.

And a few minutes later, Dhruv's crush called him up. * Uhhh! Guys act so gurly when they talk to their crushes!* He was way too busy to help me. He gave a very girly sorry, and left home. I was alone again.
Where is he?
I loved him at the first sight. He had a handsome face, and eyes you would never miss. You'll be hypnotized actually.
We spent time together everyday. I never slept till today without giving a good-night hug. We went on long walks and played together.

My phone rings again, its not dad this time thank God.

"Hey! Found him? Its time for dinner. Get him home as soon as possible."

" I'l try kid." I told my lil sister.

I never felt as lonely as I felt then. I had only 10 minutes to reach home. I'd never risk my life into anything to face the wrath of my Dad. He can be an awe fully smart dad and a very strict one too.

I ran home, like how one would run if a leopard was chasing him/her. (ofcourse, he/she'll be it's meal but, in my case I was racing against time.I knew I was it's prey tonight.)

I had only 9 minutes left. God. And I was 2
kilometres away from the house. What do I do? Not even a single auto-rickshaw's here.
6 minutes.
I am dead, I thought.
And there you go, Dhruv was on his Karizma
A wanna be Hrithik, I thought. *Guys can act like gentle-men too.*
I reached home a minute late. Thank God there was very less traffic that day, which gave every chance of showing off his biker skills. Only today, I chanted.

Dad was at the door. With the look, like he would never allow me inside the house. I tried to smile.
(Aww..my dad's heart is like ice, melts really quick..:P)
" You made it on time miss.Time for dinner."
I couldn't hide the tears flowing from my eyes,rolling down my cheek. I missed him and loved him.
I was hyper-depressed. Trembling with fear, fear of losing something I loved the most, I ran into my bed-room, fell onto the bed and cried. I thought of all the wonderful things we did together, we played, ran, we were there for each other everytime! He used to listen to all my non-sense. He used to listen to me when I told him about my physics sir, or when I spoke about my best friend. *sigh*

And then suddenly I hear a yawn!
There, now that was a familiar one, and then a whine. Now this was way too familiar. What's wrong?, I thought. And then he streached. Wow, what a hero!
And right under my bed he was. That shining teeth, that handsome face, that fur.
"Chester!!" I yelled and hugged him. Thank God, I thought.
Chester was my 4 year old black labrador.