If I Had One Super Power, It Would Be...

   If someone tells you that they have never desired superpowers, they're lying through their teeth. At one point or the other,  we've all wished for powers out of the ordinary just so that we can tweak the path of destiny and make something go our way.
  Some wish to change the past in a finger snap. Some wish for super intelligence. Some want the power to shape shift. Or maybe even super speed, enhanced hearing and sight. Some dream of the power of flight. There are people who wish to do more with less time. Some desire super strength, some hope for enviable agility. A few wonder what they could achieve if they were telepathic or telekinetic. And who wouldn't pass up a chance for bone claws or laser vision?
But my ambitions are not so great. I just wish, so very often, for the power to change people's lives. Their love lives, to be more precise.
Now, please don't assume that I'm some weird, optimistic matchmaker who goes about like Sonam Kapoor's Aisha, trying to match up people whose personalities are like chalk and cheese. In fact, I hate this whole concept of "match making" and "setting". Nothing pisses me off more than a guy with no balls calling me and saying "Ae please mera setting karke de na!" DUDE! Grow a pair and TALK to the girl you like! It's not like she's carrying an AK47 in her clutch! Honestly!
But anyway, that's going off topic. This desire is a relatively new one for me. Had anyone asked me a year ago, what superpower I wanted, I'd have said "Communication with animals. I want to be a real Dr. DoLittle". But now, I've seen enough of the world to see what it really needs.
Reality is harsh. Reality is like the Big Bad Wolf, just waiting to gobble you up, disguised as something that you thought was harmless. Crocks of gold at the end of the rainbow and wish granting genies don't exist. And along with all these, the idea of "true love" is nothing more than urban legend these days. Wherever we turn, we see unfaithful people, people dating for the heck of it, people being used and relationships with no emotional investment, which obviously churns out a lot of bitter, cynical people hesitant of trusting or loving someone out of fear of being used.
True love isn't dead you know. I know this myself because I am one of the fortunate few to have hit the "jackpot" of true love on the first try and noone in this world makes me happier than my Allan <3
However, the operative words in the above paragraph were "fortunate few". I feel like the only exception surrounded by the norm. I've seen some of my closest friends entrust their hearts to the wrong guys and get rewarded with nothing more than heartache. And I'm not being sexist here. For I have also seen conniving bitches at work who've broken the trust of guys that worshipped the ground they walked on. The lust, desire, attraction, whatever masquerading as love wears off soon and inevitably, hearts are ripped apart on one or both sides.
Such experiences, so early in life, would obviously make a person hesitant of making another commitment any time soon. But what people don't get is that love, when it's true, is worth that plunge! Love makes the earth stop spinning (not literally, obviously!). It changes your priorities. Just a word from that special someone can change the course of your day. It lies in all the little things. Love makes you smile perpetually. It can change your world.
Well, Vivacious V and Awesome A have summed up the essence of love pretty clearly in their posts so I won't say much more here but what I wanna say is that, having experienced love for myself, I just wish that each and every single individual on this earth should get to experience what I have. Love is just the greatest high ever! And if it were up to me, I'd make it so that EVERYONE found their "THE ONE". And that too, as early in life as possible. Because everyone deserves to fall in love and then STAY in love. Noone deserves the pain of heartbreak. Noone deserves to have their trust shattered. And above all, everyone needs that one soul mate to share their life's journey with.
That's what I wish for, the most fervently. The chance to spare a person the emotional ache and just show them the magic of love on the very first go, just like me.

~Inquisitive I

Walking like a one man army
Fighting with the shadows in your head
Living out the same old moment
Knowing you'd be better off instead,
If you could only . . .Say what you need to say..

...... last night i was just listening to this song and i realised that the lyrics had such deep meaning.... this song by John mayer is simply awesome (btw i love his your body is wonderland too :P )

why is it that we think sooo much before saying something.. why do we hide our feeings... why do we just keep them away in a corner room in our brains....

if you love someone SAY it... shout it out...go tell the person you love that rather than the world.. you dont need to be afraid of anything... if you dislike someone be a bitch and SAY it... if you dont want to move on and cry over your ex... do it... and SAY it loudly .....if you dont want your ex to move on go TALK to that person rather than your friends or his !!

heart breaks are always painful.... not to mention how much drama goes on ... but its soo much better when you have friends around to talk to and share the process with them!!

be impulsive... make mistakes..... and learn from them.. fall down flat... talk about it... let everyone know about it...!

by talking and letting everything out it makes you feel light and great... if you have just gone through a break up... fight, cry , make a fool out of yourself... dont just keep evrything within... because later its all these foolish things you would remember!!

Have no fear for giving in
Have no fear for giving over
You'd better know that in the end
Its better to say too much
Then never say what you need to say again.

so just go ahead and... SAY what you need to say...

*NauGHtY n NicE N*

My take on love...

Bollywood movies paint a perfect picture of love. Boy meets girl, both fall in love, few heartaches in between, patch ups and voila! Happily ever after. Bitter-sweet.
Back to reality.
Love- tender, passionate affection (as defined by my online dictionary). But what is my definition of love?..... Ummm......well......*confused*.
So i've been in two relationships till date. First, when i was 15 and second, when i was 17. The second one went on for a year. But I must  admit that i liked the first one better :P
Before you'll make opinions let me be clear- i'm no female version of a cassanova. I like being single. It's fun and like a "no issues attached" phase. Anyway back to the point. So I was this 15 year old gawky teenager who went for classes during summer hols for the then ultimate exam of our lives- 10th board exam. Gawky teenager meets a "hot guy" in class (I feel like jumping off from somewhere now. How the f did i find him hot?!?! He looks soo freakin yuck at present). "Hot guy" asks my "partner" about me. Then ultimately "hot guy" asks me out and "hot guy" and "gawky girl" are together. Hurrah!
Ah! First love! It was innocent and fun (on my part). I shared my first kiss with him. (puke). First hug (was he trying to choke me O_o?). Then tada! BREAK-UP! (Reason? I guess he figured out he is gay). No no, i'm not anti-love. I admit I liked that relationship. It was fun like I mentioned. And I forgive him for dropping the break up bomb (honestly, I still don't know why it ended). Then second one. (again what was I thinking?). But this time I dropped the break up bomb. Second one was too into himself. I would think to myself at times "is he really my bf? My guy friends know more about me than him!" . So I got tired and dropped the bomb on him. He  was heart broken. Bitches about me to my friends. Blah blah... And the usual break up aftershocks.
So what is love for me? Here it goes.........
Love for me isn't about my guy holding hands to show the world that he loves me. Love for me is when he looks at me with understanding. Knowing what i'm thinking at that moment ( no ,I don't want a vampire bf who can read minds...geez).
Love for me isn't about changing myelf to suit my guy's needs. Love for me is when my guy says- don't do that! I like the way it is!
Love for me isn't when he says "it's better we keep this relationship a secret". Love for me is when he says, "oh look! That's my girl!"
Love for me isn't keeping pet names or cheezy "I can die for you" dialogues. Love for me is "I'll live for you and live with you forever girl". Love for me is when he calls me up and says "Bitch I love you! And i'm missing you" not "oh baby, i can't live without you here".
Love is when he treats me like a buddy and loves me like no other guy can. Love for me is when he waits at my gate till i reach home and smiles at me when i look back. Love is when he says "I trust you" not when he says "where were you!!?". Love for me is in simple things. Not in gifts or actions.
Love for me is sweet nothings. Love is....well.... Just love :) <3

-Vivacious V

Lets spread some love

So just how awesome am I? I've gotten into this habit of drawing hearts on my palm. Then I got the idea of darkening the heart with ink and then stamping the heart onto someone else. Most of my friends find this very annoying. Every time I stamp one of my hearts onto my friend Chintu, he goes, "Arre yaar..... ab tere wajah se phir nahana padega......"
      My idea of spreading love? Hehe might as well be... : P ; )

-Awesome A

     

“Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.” 

―Bob Marley


(Shared by :- Awesome A)

Live in the moment. Love the moment.

     It's weird how we were so repulsed by boys and making love when we were kids. Until the hormones went crazy and then that's probably all we can think of now (maybe not consciously, but you now that that's the only thing at the back of your mind).
     Discussing about the good looking guys, teasing each other, crushing on the hotties, imagining your entire future life married to that cute guy whom you haven't even spoken to yet, so on and so forth. Those were the days, and it's still the same today. And all of a sudden we were in our very first relationships. What a grown up thing indeed!
     The beginning with innumerable complements, gifts, displays of love, care and affection. That first smile, That first kiss. That first time you held his hand, hugged him and felt safe. That first touch. Really really special, these moments. Irreplaceable. All so easy and care free. The toughest part was probably hiding it from our parents.
     Soon after, THE FIRST BREAK UP. Tragedy, tragedy, tragedy. Crying yourself to sleep, thinking about him all day, hating him and loving him at the same time, feeling used and disappointed, listening to Taylor Swift, just waiting for a chance to speak to him and make up. Remember how after a break up it is so below one's dignity to pick up the phone, make the first call and show how needy you truly are. Well, in my first experience I dropped way down below my level of dignity just to let him know that I still loved him (and hated him) and that I was ever ready to welcome him back. All in vain, in fact everything seems so vain after your first break up or any break up for that matter. You can get all the advice you need, but you'll never know what's the right thing to do. So here my friends, what's important is the moment. Yeah I know it's really painful to be in that situation, but it's amazing how after sometime you get a whole new perspective on life and so many things seem clearer to you. To me that moment is actually very exciting. At that moment I get all jumpy, hyper and energetic, ready to move on realizing that there are sooooooooooooo many better things to do and soooooooooooo many other fish in the ocean. And of course it goes without saying that it's really tough getting to that moment without your friends, so hey you all, I love you.
     Some people say your first love is never forgotten. Probably true. Some say your first love is your true love. I say rubbish. Here, I was actually gonna say that we're too immature and deep into our fantasy worlds at that stage that we feel that the guy is your one and only forever just coz he calls up every night and opens the car door for you. But, something just occurred to me. Of course it was true love. Why, I'd say that every love that you've ever had and will ever have will be true. Coz love is innocent, pure and can never be false (Cheezy, i know). Even though we say "I love you" to the person, what we actually love is the moment spent with the person and how you felt at that particular time (and maybe the person's ability to make the moment special). Somewhat like the grammatical case of the clause 'transferred epithet', well if my concept about that clause is clear.
     Everybody wants to love, everybody wants to be loved. But, after a break up most of us are so overwhelmed by the rush of emotions that we're afraid to fall in love again, fearing that we may have to go through the whole process again. But falling in love, again is just for the moment, a moment that may last forever or may not. We have little control over that. So when love comes your way, and I mean when you actually feel loved, don't ruin the moment, enjoy it till it lasts. And also a special mention, those desperate to fall in love, give it a break, the moment will arrive ;).
     Every relationship teaches us something, as does the other things in life. The most important thing being that nothing is ever permanent. I've found myself in my third (theoretically fourth) and best relationship so far over the years. I've probably forgotten how it feels to be single. This time, again as always, it feels like true love. I've had moments of joy, sadness, loneliness, fun, laughter, hatred and so many more in these few months of this relationship. And most importantly I experience the "falling in love" moment every day of it. Yes, I fall in love with him everyday.
    You've got just one shot at life, and innumerable chances at love. Take it while you still have it. You may not have the power to make the moment last, but you've definitely got everything it takes to make it worthwhile. Is my current relationship gonna last forever? I seriously hope it does, from every little corner of my heart. But I don't know and can't control what the future holds. I'll welcome all that life has to offer with all that I have. As for now, I'm just living and loving the moment.

-Awesome A

"You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching,

 Love like you'll never be hurt,

 Sing like nobody's listening,

 And live like it's heaven on earth."

                                                  -William W. Purkey

"You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams"

                                                  -Dr. Seuss

"Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that"

                                                -Martin Luther King Jr.

"There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment"

                                                -Sarah Dessen

"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage."

                                                -Lao Tzu

"Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own."

                                                -Robert A. Heinlein

"Love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it."

                                                -Nicholas Sparks

                                                

Goodbyes

(This is a pretty old composition of mine... Well, three months old... I was dealing with the double whammy of the departure of my boyfriend for his first sail- he's in the Merchant Navy, and a death of a grand uncle, just a coupla weeks prior to that. This granduncle of mine was from Kolkata. Hence the mention of the city)

There’s something about a goodbye.

It’s one of the most unwelcome things in one’s life. But a goodbye can sometimes be one of the best things of a person’s life too.

Sometimes, we get so immersed in our lives, that all it takes is a departure to bring the focus back to what is important. The departure of a near and dear one, makes us relive long forgotten memories, followed by the bittersweet feeling of guilt. Of thinking, “I really should have spent more time with him/ her while I still could”.

                Sometimes, that revelation or wakeup call need not be prompted by something far so severe as a death in the family. Mostly, it’s all the little things.

                The vanishing “pukurs” in the by lanes of Old Calcutta for example. Seeing fewer and fewer of these scum covered bodies of water every time I go there on holiday just makes the memories of early childhood more and more vivid. I understood that they needed to be filled in for they only served the purpose of being breeding grounds for mosquitoes and it was required for expansion of houses. Yet, the memories associated with these places protest outrageously at such change.

 I remember the folklore of snake sightings in the pukurs when women folk went to wash their clothes or the men went to bathe. We children would giggle at the uselessness of giving away soiled clothes to the washerman, who we knew, would simply wash them in the even more soiled water of the ponds and simply iron them and return them to us, probably dirtier and more germ infested than before.

                Another example. A few years back, our ancestral home in Kolkata was torn down to build three new four storeyed building in its place. Saying goodbye to the old place was nothing but inevitable. But there’s something about a high rise (well, alright, a four storey building) that just doesn’t match up to a rambling bungalow, overshadowed with all species of trees imaginable.

                Many a productive afternoon of my childhood  was spent whiling away in the shadows of aforementioned trees, rolling in the perpetually wet grass and swatting away irrepressible mosquitoes, that were as much a part of Kolkata as the Bengali language.

                When the source of such poignant memories is ripped away and when goodbye is the only way, is it no wonder that the memories get buried deep in our consciousness?

                These memories stay repressed, but then, something always happens that triggers them and brings back the smallest things that spelt comfort in a child’s mind; a grandmother’s gentle call, wild slobbery love from dogs, the sharp tang of bay leaves when my brother and I plucked them out and pretended to cook with them or make “shanti jal” and spatter the dogs with it.

                They say that growing old is mandatory while growing up is up to us. Whether we like it or not, we all need a dose of reality that forces us to abandon our make believe world of childhood where all dreams come true. 

                When time came to bid adieu to my beau as he set out on his first sail, it felt like the entire world around me was tinged in grey. Listlessly, I turned to my laptop for comfort and found it in digital photographs of times spent with friends in junior college.

                It was like seeing through a looking glass, into the past; a past where everyone was blissfully unaware that in less than two years, everybody would take on a different path. Paths, so varied, that everyone was hard pressed for time to exchange even simple greetings via messenger.

                Photographs are another way of making the past real. What is it about a ridiculous pictures of people frolicking during a picnic that can make you aware of the exact way you felt when the sun stung your eyes? Or the way you could always smell the chlorine from the three pools, no matter where you went on the venue? Or the lively games of Uno where all the other players were boys?

                Goodbyes. They’re just that way you know. They make everything come rushing back, and the memories wash over you like the powerful surf. Sometimes, they sadden you. But others make you feel hopeful. They remind you to move out of the express lane of life, pick up the phone and concentrate on making more memories with loved ones; memories, that will one day, pull us through another sad goodbye.

~ Inquisitive I

PURPLE! 0_0

The inquisitive one of this motley crew is back ladies and gentlemen! You might have noticed that in my first post, my font colour was purple. This is because I am utterly crazy about this sexy colour lying in the visible spectrum between red and blue ^.^ and I'm gonna tell you why does it appeal to me so.

There's undoubtedly something so appealing about this hue. It's neither a flaming hot red, neither does it display the sheer coolness of a lovely blue. It stands it's own ground and has it's own uniqueness. To me, it's an enigmatic colour. It can be an aloof hue (no wonder purple is considered the colour of royalty) or it can be a mischievous, playful colour. I love being surrounded by this shade because it holds an aura... And quite an unfathomable one at that :P

Over the years (and I think I can trace this back five- six years), my fondness has grown from a mere attraction to the colour to a full blown mad obsession. In fact, whenever I spy something purple, my first instinct is to shriek "EE! PURPLE!" and then I go all bug eyed and spend ages gushing over it. It's something which never fails to amuse all my friends and they've all learnt that something in purple is the best gift I can ever get. 

My range of purple coloured possessions are astounding to anybody who is unaware of my extreme love for the colour. My wardrobe has an extensive number of purple tops, kurtas and yes, my day feels incomplete if I haven't worn my favourite purple shorts.
I own a purple pouch, which I carry diligently everywhere and inside it, there are no less that three pens having purple ink. 
I love buying any cosmetics that come in purple containers- for example, I have a grape flavoured lip gloss which I bought on sight and then later repented because it has a very repulsive flavour and I hardly use it now. I have come to prefer flavous like raspberry, cranberry and blueberry in all my cosmetics because they all are packaged in containers having various hues of purple ;) At this moment, I am working my way through a bottle of raspberry flavoured face wash by Lacto Calamine and the bottle is adorable!

Purple nail polish! Aah! One of my weaknesses! I have bottles and bottles and bottles of them!! I have bottles with dried up, crusted polish inside because I keep getting newer bottles without finishing the older ones
I was utterly overjoyed when my aunt got me a ring with purple beads on it from Venice. I think it is my cutest piece of jewelry yet. Speaking of jewelry, I have uncountable number of earrings and pendants in various shades, from lilac to deep violet.

I recently bought a gorgeous pinkish-purple glitter eye pencil from Kolkata at a bargain price (only 20 rupees!) and I keep it like a sacred treasure, using it for only special occasions  For other times, I gleefully use my mom's eye pencils ;)
I had a light purple keychain that my friend had given me but I broke it one time when I was playing with it :/
I have a purple wallet.
My spectacles' frame is purple.
I use a purple towel.
I had a pair of glares whose lenses were tinted purple but then they broke. So my aunt got me a new pair but the shop didn't have any with purple tints. So the case in which I keep my glares is purple!!
I have numerous purple hair accessories which I make a point to wear as often as possible.
It's really silly, but I prefer putting in dough mixtures into the purple coloured muffin moulds first before pouring it into the other ones. That must really tell how much of a psycho I am ;)
Right now I own a very stupid phone (a Nokia C5 03) and it's not very common in the market. The minute I get a new phone that has a lot of accessories available, I'm gonna kit myself out with a purple phone cover. I'm already covered for ear phones, I have a bright purple pair ;)

Now that you have all seen the importance of this colour in my life, allow me to share a few tidbits of information about this gorgeous colour.

• Wikipedia defines the colour as the range of hues existing between red and blue. It can be obtained by mixing the two primary colours, red and blue, in varying proportions. In color theory, a "purple" is defined as any non-spectral color between violet and red (excluding violet and red themselves).
• The word "purple" comes from the Old English word purpul which is derived from the Latin purpura which was the name given to a dye extracted from a species of snail
• The first recorded use of the word purple was in the year 975 AD
• The different shades of this wonderful colour are:

1. Tyrian purple
2. Han purple
3. Royal purple
4. Artists' pigment purple (red-violet)
5. Veronica
6. Medium purple
7. Thistle
8. Orchid
9. Heliotrope
10. Psychedelic purple
11. Purple pizzazz
12. Mulberry
13. Pearly purple
14. Mardi gras
15. Pomp and power
16. Pansy purple

• The purple coloured ball in billiard and snooker gets you ten points
• Purple is associated with Saturday in the Thai solar calendar. 
• However, in Japan, purple is considered the colour of death
• There is a mountain called Purple Mountain on the eastern side of Nanjing, Jiangsu Province in the People's Republic of China. It's peaks are enveloped in mysterious purple clouds at dawn and dusk, hence the name 'Purple Mountain'.
• In 16th century England, purple was the colour for the last stage of mourning.
• As everyone knows, Deep Purple is a highly popular band.
• In parapsychology, people having purple auras are said to have a love of ritual and ceremony
• Like another colour orange, there is no word in the English language that rhymes with 'purple'
• In the Star Trek universe, Klingons have purple blood.
• "Porphyrophobia" is a fear of the colour purple

So! That ends my post for today and by now you all must be knowing what a strong porphyrophilic I am!

Remember boys and girls, if you ever need to appease me, anything that is purple (save bruises!) is most welcome! ;) 

~ Inquisitive I

generation gap

humph.... generation gap something that pretty much exists in every ones family... you want an expensive cellphone that your friends have... and your parents ask " well what is the need you just have to text and call !!!". now how is it that a teenager or for that matter any child explains to their parents that nowdays a cellphone is not just used ONLY to communicate...!!

and then what do you do... how is it that you explain it to them !! because you cant really protest or go on a hunger strike...

Parents don't understand their kids... kids don't understand their parents... this is something that's been there since ages... is there even a solution to this??!!

You get a boyfriend/girlfriend do you run and tell your parents that Hey!!!! i got a boyfriend/girlfriend... and if you do you don't really get a nice big hug from your parents saying " OMG my daughter/son iam so proud of you ". nobody would!! infact what we get are cold stares and endless counselling sessions :D

according to me as far as i have noticed in today's age we look around for a person who shares the same interest's who listens to what we have to share who is on the same page basically,maaybe sometimes you know you wont be marrying that person but you just want to try and be with that person. this happens because its not entirely possible to share absolutely EVERYTHING with your parents... that's why you need friends and sometimes that extra special person <3

 

So next time your parents catch you texting ,calling late at nights, logged in on facebook all day and night long or find about your boyfriends or girlfriends and give you a yelling just secretly blame it on the generation gap that you share and don't sulk :) 






"NaUGhtY and NicE N"

Two sides of the same coin...

Hey everyone...
I was reading the editorial section of the newspaper the other day and came across this article written by an eminent personality. He described two facets of one's personality- the one what we are for others and the other what we are to ourselves.. It actually got me thinking-"who the hell am I?? "

Let's face it. All of us are like the two sides of the same coin. We show some part of ourselves to people and then there are parts of us which are bound to us forever.
People often ask me if i don't have feelings. I've never made a public display of any kind of emotion. I'm happy, i smile, i laugh. I'm sad, i keep a straight face and push it to some corner of my brain to think about it later. I've been backstabbed n number of times. I've been hurt. I've been disappointed, heartbroken, used, but never once have i let these feelings out in the open. My best friend , Naughty n Nice N, often asks me if i'm really that strong mentally to forgive and forget. But the truth is every cell in my body feels the pain and a hundred thoughts rush through my mind. Horrible ideas come into my head to seek revenge (not bloody ones!) but nah....i'm "mentally strong". So forgive and forget.

But i like it that way. I hardly share my thoughts with anyone and i wouldn't want to because i would lose that part of me which i never want to be known. And this actually frustrates people. I've never let anyone know me well enough. Maybe someday i'll meet someone who can  understand who I really am. I've met one and that is obviously my bff Naughty and Nice N. To be more specific- waiting for a special someone :). Ciao.
- Vivacious V

9teen

nineteen!! 19 <3
 Ho la!! :) AM nineteen years old and at a phase which i would like to call the "confused phase".

The reason being..till the age of eighteen you are in your teenage--yes all those teenage dreams,all stupid childish acts.. no one really tells you anything... but once your 19... ohhh suddenly everything changes.. you kinda develop.. your confused as to what do you refer yourself to basically.. am i a girl.. or a lady ? what are the things that iam as a 19 year old supposed to think about?? what are my future plans? do i like Justin bieber or brad Pitt.. ?! (personally BRAD :D ummm i think)

do i listen to Taylor and Selena's version of love? or opt for Rhianna and beyonce?! while shopping do i buy a cute flower printed top or a hot woman like top!! do i go to the pub or hang around outside the pub?! :P

what do i want a cute lil love story?? or a mature adult one?? as a girl/lady of 19 there are so many things people expect out of you... but what is it that you want ? everyone will be the first to jump in and advice... but nothing really helps.....

                                            because YOU are in the confused phase.!!

                                            so many things all happening at once..!

 so this is for all those 19 year olds who are waiting for things to change and become more confident! i hope things change soon...

*NaUghtY and NicE N*

Why Veterinary?

Hello everyone!

'I' is here (hee hee!) with my maiden post on this blog. Like Vivacious V said in her post, I am currently pursuing my bachelors degree in Veterinary Science. Yes, as unusual as it sounds, in this day and age where people are only slotted into two categories- "DOCTOR" and "ENGINEER", I have ventured forth to do something different.

I am not in this field because I lack the skill or the intelligence to clear the medical entrance exams and have hence settled for something that is easier. In fact, so many of my relatives and family friends have bemoaned that "someone of my caliber" is being wasted in a field such as this.

The pure and simple truth is that this field has been the only thing that has managed to keep me hooked, ever since I was little. I was only 3 years old when I decided that I would be an "animal doctor" one day. The only thing that changed over the years is that "animal doctor" got replaced by "veterinary surgeon", at about age 10, when I first learnt the appropriate word.

I have noticed that in the Marathi and Bengali languages, being called an animal's doctor is actually a derogatory term. Telling someone that you are pursuing veterinary science gets you nothing but raised eyebrows. You can almost see them wondering if you lack something intellectually. Why, I ask? In fact, being a veterinarian is far harder than being a doctor for humans. This is a very old and oft repeated argument but it does not change the fact that doctors study only two different kinds of patients; men and women. And except for genitalia, nothing else differs anatomically or morphologically. A veterinarian is expected to know the structure and function of the organs, their various diseases and treatments of any possible animal, starting from common livestock (cattle, buffalo, sheep, goat, swine) to companion animals (dogs and cats), to laboratory animals (rabbits, guinea pigs, rats, mice, hamsters), to poultry (chicken, duck, geese, turkey, quails, emu, ostrich) to a plethora of wild animals, both herbivorous and carnivorous. Each and every one of these species has a separate anatomy and physiology and a veterinarian is expected to have preliminary knowledge of all of them. Now who's job looks more difficult?

But, I did not get into this field to prove that I was better than the rest. My underlying drive was pure and simple. I love animals. Some people say that they are only "dog persons" and cannot stand cats. Some say that only birds appeal to them. However, I am an all-animal person. Dogs, cats, birds, cows, even PIGS for that matter... I love 'em all! In fact, there was this one phase that I went through when I thought that humans should be shown no mercy and that animals must be supreme rulers of the planet. Of course, that was all in childish pique so it was soon replaced by a more sensible goal of doing my utmost personal best to help animals.

What the world, and India, needs today are more emphatic vets. Most practicing veterinarians are people who wished to enroll for MBBS but could not clear the entrance exams. They have no particular love for the field itself not for their patients. This results in lazy, non sympathetic negligent vets which endangers our mute four legged friends. In fact, even in my college, a majority of students are just studying so that they can qualify for the civil services exam after graduation. This is the stark reality and it's pitiful, really.

I think that I am extremely fortunate to have parents who have never pressurized me to take up a career of their choice. This may be partly due the fact that they themselves never did what was expected of them. My father was a rebel who got tired of studies and ran off to join the Merchant Navy when such a thing was almost unheard of. He and my mother let me flounder around and allowed me to do whatever I felt most comfortable with.

There was a time, between 9th and 10th standard when I toyed with the idea of journalism when I realized that I tremendously enjoyed writing. It was my aunt who set me back on track with her inspirational words "You can do both veterinary and writing you know. Some day, you can be India's answer to James Herriot". After that, no one could shake off my mania for the field of veterinary science.

 Then, at last, a year ago, I finally took the first step toward making my dream a reality when I got into KNP College of Veterinary Science, Shirwal. It was a heady feeling. My only dream was on it's way to coming true. The first few months in college, I would literally rub my hands in glee when a new lecture started and think to myself 'Ooh! New things!' I could impress friends and family with tales of calf castration, buffalo de-horning, goat vaccines, cat rescues and what not.

I'm in my second year now and as happy as ever. As for my family, my grandmother is bemoaning that had I gone into Hotel Management, I'd at least know how to properly make my own bed in the morning, but never fails to ask if I did anything interesting during my week. My mother always welcomes all the little, random tidbits that I tell her from my textbooks. My friends always good naturedly rib me about my future job, and wading in dung to deliver calves and such. My father, tells friends and acquaintances proudly 'Children often declare as toddlers that they will be pilots or engine drivers. Which one of them has ever accomplished that?  But my daughter said that she will be an animal doctor and it's an animal doctor that she's training to be now!' 

~ Insqusitive 'I' 

First step towards blogkind....

Before starting off, let me inform that this particular blog will be updated in the following days by 5 completely different people (including me). There might be clash of ideas or agreement of sorts but what matters is that we have stuck together in the last few years inspite of our varied career choices.
One of us is pursuing  MBBS in a faraway country. And that is the very first reason we decided to blog about our day to day lives so that we can be in touch with our Dr-to be. :)
The second one is pursuing veterinary again in a little faraway place. Look out for this doc because no one can match her words :D
The third, fourth and yours truly reside in the same city but so caught up in our lives that we hardly interact. So one of us doing commerce, the other a degree in computer sciences and me...well i'm trying to understand why am i doing engineering :P
So this was a formal introduction.
And we'll be posting about anything and everything-careers,shopping,crushes, bfs, break-ups etc. etc.!! As sappy as we can get we are smart enough to leave people speechless. So here we go :D
Hope this blog is a success for us :)
-Vivacious V