My Lazy Girl

  He parked his car outside my favorite bakery and ordered me to stay inside the car until he returned. He locked the car and kept an eye on me from a distance while he ordered the food. He allowed me to cry my heart out in his arms. My sobbing intensified as he hugged me tightly and massaged my back. He waited patiently for me to take my time and relax. My heart felt lighter. My nose turned scarlet red, kajal smudged from the corners of my eyes, and lipstick stained my palm when I wiped it away. He looked at me and laughed. "You look like a Joker!". I punched him in the chest, and then hugged him back. He held me with the same warmth. I felt safe and unreal around him. He made me felt like a youngster who had conquered her fear of the unknown. He was broad, strong and muscular. I was little and petite. I gazed at him again, as he put my hair behind my ears, set it with his hands, and wiped the tears from my face. Are you okay now? ( he asked) I nodded in response. ...

Applause the Pause before its over!! We have been constantly cribbing upon how desperately we need   a break from our 9 to 5 monotonous schedule. We spend our lifetime working as Tech maniacs, working towards a drift without pondering upon the realization that why are we even doing this? Our Instagram stories and posts are the evidence that we struggle to show our existence in the world. We want fancy vacations,million followers on our accounts, a 6 digit salary, high class friends and summon our day captioning " Trying this Greek Yogurt as probiotics!" When I can gaurantee, not even half of your friend list would know the difference between a curd and a yogurt! Fancy. Isn't it? (And I am also sure that majority of you will google the difference between them after reading this blog of mine.   You can always thank me later silly!) I literally want you to come, sit by my side and think! Think about the answers of the question which I am about to shoot on...

I wanted his phone to die out of battery and get stolen so that he could never glue his eyes over the same screen again. I was glad he was walking by my side. There was a different blush on my face. I was in the best of both worlds. Without any reasons and cause, I started liking him as a person but also, I hated the moment when he used to switch his attention towards his phone with a smile crawling on his face. I wanted to sneak into his phone and investigate with whom he was exchanging his words and smiles. Like why? I wanted him completely, like the entire bunch of roses. I didn't let my possessiveness over rule my love for him. The air that filled the space between us was charged with some majestic feelings. He was trying to be the best possible version of himself while I was trying to hide my blush and over excitement. Our efforts were visible in our own ways. We walked parallely towards the subway from where we were supposed to board the next train. I wasn’t able t...

Even if the entire trip comes out to be a spoiler, We still manage to get some decent photos to showcase them to people. Right? I might be wrong, I ain't sure. But what if.....  In this entire 2k18 I had been trying to go on a holiday at some place or another but each time I decide that this month I am surely gonna go,it was always a flop show. By this year end I got so agitated with my self and surroundings that I could not hold my irritation level and decided to post on this. How sad and annoying it feels when you make plans and it gets dismiss like anything. But this sad thing that has been happening to me continuously forced me to understand the hidden phenomenon behind it. Here's what I got:  * Sooner or later we all plan for a holiday but why do we even need it? By this I remember the words of my father. In my school days during summer breaks, I used to be so excited to plan a summer trip with family. Sometimes we used to go, sometimes we don't. But my f...

Even if we have complicated issues enclosed in our laptops, we can still smile with a cup of coffee in our hands and slay the look. We are engineers after all.  Something happened this weekend which offended to the core. How can someone comment about my job just like that. In 365 days of calendar, we celebrate one day or another. We have Doctor's day, Teachers days, Aids day, Mother, Father, Children's day, Independence day and then our very own Birthday as well. Celebrations goes on. But one profession which is totally ignored and is un appreciated is that of an Engineer. Being an Engineer myself, it feels really disappointing. IT people do not have any day other than Saturday and Sunday. I don't know why people carry a different mindset for us. For an instance let's just say.... For our families : We are those free birds who are enjoying their freedom in different metro cities and if not controlled on time, we may slip out of their hands. ( now according ...

I never thought we would emerge so strong that our fears would turn into smiles. Smiles that gave us the strength to cross the miles. Miles crossed with just a smile.  More than being terrified, I was agitated of the fact that I was not able to see the end point of the situation. I was tired of dwelling on possibilities of survival and escape. After two tensed days, I realized I need food. I was hungry. Before I could say anything, Vaishali shouted to break the silence among us. "come let's cook something, Only then our brain's gonna function. We will decide once we have something in our belly. (At times I wonder how she gets me just like that. Bitch she is). Her affirmative words gave me strength to relax my nerves and forget the situation for a while. I gathered everyone in the lobby and narrated them the plan. Everyone nodded in agreement because deep down we all were hungry. Now the question was, Who will cook what? We had very limited resources and e...

The problem was still the same. The situation was about to get worse. We didn't have anything but each other. And that's what that matters in the end.  In continuity to the blog... Deadly Water(Unforgettable Calamity  ... "No no no no. No Gaytri no, I just wanna go home. Appa(dad) will be worrying so much. I don't want anything, just my home and family, screamed my roomate (A Tamilian Brahamin) when she analyzed the situation in the morning. She was crying and shouting at the same time. She started packing her bag. She collected whatever she could and left everything else in the room. Her conversation with Gaytari in Tamil floated above my brain but I got a slight hint that one of their friend was coming to rescue them. She threw her maxi on the bed and slipped into a pair of jeans and a T shirt. She then hastly folded her hair into a high bun and rolled her jeans till the knees. She left the room with Gaytari in no time. She didn't said a word to me. ...

I had everything that day (I mean I still have today) yet I felt so deprived in front of them! I was in my car that day while returning to home from my office. I opened the window to let the wind play with my hair and make me calm enough to plan the things further. Meanwhile I asked my driver to slow down the volume of the songs which were playing in the background as I was hardly interested in listening to anything except silence. I comfortably glide in the back seat of my car but what I saw next was strong enough to gave me food for thought. When I was peeping out through the window, I saw an auto rickshaw(not in a very good condition) packed with the people who had little money.( I don’t want to use the word “POOR” here as it has a heavy meaning). At the back of the auto rickshaw, sits a family of 3 people.  A middle aged couple and their young daughter. I looked at them with all the possibilities at the red light. They were lean and skinny as if they never had the l...