The 20 day Challenge

This is of being tagged in a challenge where one has to post continuously for 20 days..which i obviously would have failed..

It is because i had been tagged by this gal - Colours , i would sum up everything in here..

 DAY-1

15 facts about me-

1. I get nothing to start writing with when it comes to state facts about myself.

2. I love speaking in telugu..but i dont know the language..the only words i know are - nenu, niku, ledu, telsu, chependi, matladu, enamma, epoindi.

3. I sleep along with my green guava pillow..the weird part is that the guava has baby pink tongue. It is sweet though !

4. I literally spend the whole day mourning after i gave away three of my barbie dolls last year.

5. Right now my head realizes that 15 is too much.

For the rest ten..Click here

DAY-3

My Favorite superhero :

The fighters !

Look at his beard ! =)

DAY-4

Zodiac Sign :

CAPRICORN...

Practical and prudent

Ambitious and disciplined

Patient and careful

Humorous and Reserved

On the dark side...

Stubborn, overbearing, unforgiving !

DAY-6

A Habit that i wish i didnt have :

I go mad when i am too tired...i babble around, laugh at others, laugh at myself, laugh till my belly aches, go insane and make a fuss and then i even love to fight if a frnd or if my bro is around and continue this until i finally sleep..

Although i really don't dislike thid habit of mine, i simply cant see myself go straight to sleep when im tired..

DAY-7

My Last fb update:

"A train crossing a bridge over one shallow river..a girl.. Lehari sitting besides emergency window sees the summer come.."

My Last twitter update :

"This is a situation where there is water water everywhere...not a drop to drink.."

(Almost that !)

Country on my travel list:

EGYPT ! :)

List of first 3 songs of my playlist :

Call me Dil - Rasheed Ali

Sab Bhula ke - CALL the band

With Arms Wide Open - Creed

DAY-10

Things i miss about home :

1. Singing 'choti si baat' with mom while making Roti..

2. All my cousins playing cricket..and watching them..and sumtimes even playing with them.

3. Swinging to and fro.. on that giant swing..

4. Playing Badminton till late on winter nights.

5. Baccha Party..(mine is a joint family so there are too many of them)

6. Jokes that my dad does crack..and the funny face he makes after that..

7. Slapping my bro.

8. Crying Peacefully..

9. Eating whatever and whenever you want..ahem!

10. Everything i didn't mention already..

DAY-12

Something i am proud of in last few days :

Started learning how to cook.. and the fact that finally my little bro has started respecting me..and..

Saving money !

DAY-16

A song that best descries my mood now..

COLDPLAY :

"Did I drive you away?
I know what you'll say.
You'll say, "Oh, sing one we know"
But I promise you this,
I'll always look out for you.
That's what I'll do.
Singing...
Singing...
My heart is yours.
It's you that I hold on to.
That's what I'll do.
But I know I was wrong,
And I won't let you down.
(Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah I will, yes I will…)
Singing...
Crying...
Yeah I saw sparks,
Yeah I saw sparks,
And I saw sparks,
Yeah I saw sparks,
Singing out.
La, la, la, la, oh…
La, la, la, la, oh…
La, la, la, la, oh…
La, la, la, la, oh…"

..

....

.......

I guess i must end it here..

:)

Lessen the Lesson

The perishable act of time will soon decease and she will soon be with Life..living it..There is a "send anyway" option on her cellphone which pops up whenever she sends an empty sms to someone..and everytime she saw that, she had an idea of a similar option for her existence..tagged "live anyway". She is my friend. 

It was once, when sitting on the terrace of my old hostel, looking at the clouds..white..up above in the distant sky, i felt like talking to her of bliss and not the sorrows. I wanted to talk of those little pleasures of life which bring a dawning day to every endless night that i pass by. I wanted her to listen to me and find happiness for herself. Looking at her eyes, i spoke a few words but then we shared silence for hours. 

 

All i said was..

My mom's eyes that continue to stare at mine when i laugh,when i smile...makes me feel a little proud. Pleasure is when a child smiles at me..pleasure is when i am thoughtful and someone in the crowd is able to notice. It is bliss when i read an old page of my diary which has sadness in it. Bliss is the pain that comes from expectations because i soon realise that it was stupid of me expecting something like that. Pleasure is just the old flat in Charukeshi apartments. Pleasure is in being sorry. Pleasure is having a grand reason to cry and being able to cry peacefully. Pleasure is when goodbyes are kept tacit. It is when you dont have to set limits for yourself and others do that. Pleasure is staring at the white clouds in the distant sky.

Intent on Satisfaction

I dont know what is it that brings me immense satisfaction..it is just that i want to measure the contentment whenever i am happy, when im sad, when im involved in a thing or when excluded from something. I would so measure it that i get to know a little more of myself. And the data i collect would be used tactfully for future use. Music ofcourse has been something i always use when dissatisfied. And there are a few more...

Music

Scooty...i love driving through lonely lanes and the speed is directly proportional to the weather.

Diary...i talk to her..and whenever i make crosses and zeroes and squares and lines, i first let her know that i'm gonna scribble in you..i tend to get babyish with her..

Sleep...if only i get it right away..

Other times, simply wasting time keeps me satisfied.

=)

P.S : I haven't read a single page today..i have my offensive examinations. And I am Satisfied today !
         I am Happy today !

Childhood =)

It is Childhood when..

You have to pretend to sleep when your dad steps in your room..
when you knees have constant scars..
when you can bleed blood and not tears !

when you can ask your mom to do your incomplete homework..that says that you are not the only person responsible for academic flaws..

when you can walk and kick pebbles on road..and then re-kick..and return when u miss a shot..and then run to join others..

you dont need to look perfect..
when you can always want to sing, to roam, to speak about anything and etm..
when you can always want to play !

you can sleep without setting alarms..
and..when you are allowed to do nothing at all and that too very legally !

A Birthday Letter

3rd September.

Harsh,

Those days have went away no doubt but there has never been a time when i did not think of you. I wish to imagine the way you would have looked today. You would have grown up and been a handsome young man na. Would you have been taller ? I guess yes. Would you have continued to measure our heights every second day ? 

Seventeen years old you have been today if only you would have been....

Ten years have passed by, lots of seasons and millions of seconds. 

Memories are vague but somehow retained.

I remember the last time I saw you..you were sleeping..

I just want to tell you I still miss you hard and will carry on.

Why didnt you talk to me before going ?

Only if you reply to this letter, I promise to love you more. 

I know now what you meant to me.

I also want to tell you that I miss doing your homework too.

I'll keep writing until you reply me one day.

Miss me too. Miss me if you ever look at a blank besides you in whichever world you are.

Sending you birthday candles. Blow them away.

Love,

Lehari.

10 lines i squared up

1. My class rooms are a place for solving Sudoku.
2. My bucket list includes driving an Auto.
3. Silence and patience is what i seldom leave.
4. I wonder how a song can invoke anything or everything it wants to from depths of a person.
5. Care is the only language in which my Dad speaks to me.
6. The rainbow is always colored ! aw !
7. A little secret kept to yourself is Enigma.
8. My roll no. is 108 and i'm in love with it for unknown and obviously dumb reasons.
9. I am left undisturbed when i really need somebody to talk to. Vice versa too is always true.
10. Roshini is my long back lost best friend, one of the most beautiful memories i retain in my head from Nagpur. i wish even she would be scribbling my name in her last pages somewhere on Earth.