a terrible painter, a dreamer, a rebel , a feminist and a self certified bisexual Witch. Who is always trying to visualize whats on the other side of the canvas she paints,just another human- Living alive Life. Now also a green tea addict.

Wednesday, 15 February 2012

better belated ....



A week of events has passed, from someday to someday... Finally the Valentines day is gone...  Nothing twisting happened, nothing special occurred, nothing to blush about ......

Well that's how my  14 Th February was.... 

I  woke up with my best friends text wishing me "Same to you sweety. "...... My Mom asking about my plans to go college ( I had no Plan to go college ). Forced by Mom I went..... My optimistic heart became pessimistic as I entered, The Huge Gate.... Well my smile was tall as the Gate.....

I could see, Pink College was blushing and telling me you are destined to be without..... ( secret ) 

Soon I could see my comrades wishing me, and me doing same, after a while, I saw young lovers, hidding and exchanging Red roses from conservative teachers.... My Major-Mate asked her friend to bring Red Rose for her beloved.. To my Horror- The price of  the Rose had gone up to  Fifty Bucks... But when her friend bought the rose, I just wanted to steal it...

The Rose was beautiful..... it was so fresh and I was trapped in its beauty. Then all the mysteries about Puppy-love opened to me.... Keats words came to my mind  "Truth is Beauty Beauty Truth" ( technically it doesn't apply here) .... I understood why was Rose given.... But recession did not stop lovers from spending their money.... But I wanted to steal those Roses.... 

But again Yesterday was Zenith for lovers and specially for My Major-Mate.... But soon it became Nadir for her too as well as mine and comrades.... Major-Mate's father happens to be our Principal...  He saw us, and his scanning eyes caught his daughter....  Hence few thorny words were said to us, and we left for our classes...  

When the college was about to call its day, my Professor said he would tag me in his Valentine Photo on Facebook as he finds my heart filled with love, to which I replied  " I am Romantic at Heart " ...  But he didn't....  I am still Waiting to be Tagged..

I came home, and started to complain, about not receiving a single Rose.... To which Mom said I wont as people will not dare to do so... Mom asked me to take any of the Roses which passed their prime in her roof-top garden..... ( hence ironically she offered me dry roses ) 
. This complain became the joke for the rest of the evening.... When my Grandmother came, Mom told about my complain, to which my granny gave the biggest, Paradoxical statement :-

"Forget About Rose, no one will dare to give you even a Marigold or Hibiscus........"

Oh but the story is not over yet..... Today Morning I got my Rose.... From my Grandfather wishing me happy belated Valentines Day....  As he felt his Ice Princess ( that's my name in Pink College) granddaughter has been proved immune to Puppy Love.... 
  
P.S- Who needs Love from opposite sex at  18.... I am happy with my satirical family.....

thanking you to bear with me
paulOaries

Friday, 10 February 2012

walk2 remember....



                      Few days back I was coming back to home from my Tutorial, in general I have to do a break journey - have to   travel by two Auto rickshaws home. But few days back it was different, my Rickshaw-comrade was absent. So after the first rickshaw, I decided to walk home....

                         Well the walk was not very long, neither romantic, nor very silent.... But I wanted to walk for channelization of my thought process. So I was walking  the Fly Over,,, the only tourist spot in my small town.... It was evening   and the view of the cars was beautiful... as if all the fireflies were marching down the road..... Then my fickle mind traveled back through space and time to my childhood... Hence I retraced the story of my first experience with rule of the road.......

                                         As far as I can retrace... It must have been one of the summer month, as I saw myself in the white uniform and a sunny day..... I jumped down from my school bus, to find my Mom missing from the spot where she used to stand everyday to walk with me home.... Well that day she didn't come, I cant tell why?..... But the brave heart in me started to walk home.... Well let me be honest, my home was two minutes from my stoppage... I was a very stubborn child then.... But as I was walking,,,, I decided to dirty my school shoes as revenge to walk alone home.... I loved the way how I dragged my feet, then kicking in sand, I loved how beautiful patterns were made in both air and my shoes... Hence to me those dry and dirty sands were very tempting ( from then I had this mania of collecting sands in small jars). But my blissful walk was broken midway, I found a man yelling at me to stop doing my dragging and kicking... I did stop out of fear... That day I got a very important Lesson...

         People always have a problem  to our ways, there is always someone to tell you that you are wrong....

 Well after that day, I did do walk, drag and kick sands time and again... But I don't  remember that man's face....  All I know my road manners are pathetic... But I feel, People have no right to say us whats right or wrong, may be we are walking down the road, or just putting our thoughts,,,, Only I can understand my view point of life..... No ones wrong , No ones right.... Wasn't  the road always mine???

  I realized with Fly Over walk- I grabbed good health, good topic to write, & saved five Bucks home

P.S- Hence it was A walk to Remember,  

thanking you to bear with me
paulOaries