A Different Routine Trip

My clases were over by the normal college timing only even today...tht wwill be by 4.30.Thoughs ours is quite a locally famous college.Not just loccally its the 28th raked B.tech college in India.But as a matter of fact,thr aint ny huge campus or great facilities other than that its a crowd of brainies and nerds(sorry me not included in tht,i'm just a struggling surviver) that monopolize the place....But at the end of the day I'm proud to be mecian. So we jst hav 3 course and a batch of maybe 5 classes....tht is a total of 20 clases in the college at a time..... So the day i enrolled to the coolege,my seniors told us that by the end of the college years u wuld luv this place and u wuld be able to recognise each one by name nd blah...blah...blah.... So i was quite impresed...fter all everyone likes to make atleast a few friends wherever u r..... but then as a year passed, i hardly learnt the names of my own classmates and i still havent talked to a majority of them....pathetic rt?? V all realised all those were nothing more than mere words...But then college offers 2 buses for the transportation on two routes.... So i had already heard tht college buses r so filled tht u can hardly stand...durin my first yr whn v had seperate buses to curb ragging(which now i realise is quite useless coz evn otherwis u cnt ev think of raggin a junior in tht bus)),i thought this was an exception..... But then as i started off my third sem, i had to join our seniors....Nd i realised tht these were more than xaggeration...The more han 20 yr oold college bus tht has a seationg facility for around 50-60 people actually provided transportation to more than 150 students on a daily basis....Imagine the rush. Even i was one in that crowd..... Standing in a corner with hardly enuf space to place my legs on to the floor i realised 1 thing,though more than recognise ppl by name,ftr 4 yrs of college life v wil b even abl to recognise them by their presenc...thts howpacked are our trip......But still at the end of the day,its an experience for a lifetym and is memorable whn u look back at!!!

Tears She Never Saw......

I was and is still a dad's girl!! I was once a 8 or 10 yr old girl who hang around with her dad because I got everything i wished from her dad still with a fear deep inside my heart that will he ever get angry at some time.I was quite the same till about 16 or 17. Nd my dad.....He seemed to be a very practical person for whom I thought emotion came last in the list .A perfect family man.Actually he was some kind of idol for me as a human....he gave his best to watever he did and was a very calm person...He always told me not to be worried or tensed at a moment of crisis as it would never worsen watever i did and i was an exceptionally tensed person.......And above all i had a firm belief that he would always choose the best thing for me nytym and thus i always went to him when i had to make a descision. Thus from most simple things to the important descion of my career, i depended on him. Now maybe i fint mention my mom and sis and grandparents who also were an integral part of my life. But i had always felt sumthing special to my dad....so unreasonable respecct. but this never meant i alwasy did watever my parents wished.......I had always loved to do things they said dont and used to try out them whenevr i got a chance...But luckily i never crossed my limits at the end. So but then as i began to think deeper into my relations with my family,i began to realise that though i loved my dad and my family a lot and i had spent all my life with them,i hardly kne any thing about them.And more imporatntly my dad understood me so very well that he even read my silence.....I felt proud of myself but at the same time ashamed that i never knew of him.Being quite an emotional person unlike my dad,i've alays wondered that i have never seen my dad or mom cry.I wonderd how they could think above all these emotions.....I always believed that nyone culd share a happy moment with ny stranger but to confidde ur fears and worries,u need to be special.So i wished to share my parents worries that i believed will make me close to their heart like they are to mine.....though i was already a part of them. So i bought in topics like that into discussion purposefully...specially about their childhood and college days. It was an attempt to get to kno more about their childhood nd teenage which i was curious to kno about tooo.... And on a casual talk about all these to my dad once,he said that he also once usedto be liek me... worried and tensed over things at times and then the talk carried on to abt my grandma who was exceptionally tensed person.And i also knew that he was very close to her. Even i was though i hadnt spent lot of time with her..... Nd so i used to bring her topic frequently in my talks to know her more....But that day i saw that my dad's eyes were filled unusually with tears when she spoke of her....a tear that i never noticed earlier.....Wasnt this wat i wanted to see......But that tear flowed directly to my heart...I cant forget his face at that time..... How unlucky i'm to be the reason of the tears of sumone i love and sumone who loves me more than his own life..... But on an other thought i think aint i lucky enuf that sum1 i idolise,i respect and maybe even consider equivalent to God actually expressed his heart out...i culd be a reason for him to lighten his heart by shedding a lot of pain that he has kept locked sumwhere in his heart..... I dont kno....But then that moment will never fade from my heart..... and those unshed tears tht filled his eyes and tht i never recognised.....

The Palace of Illusions

So here is my first post....must tell u i had enough trouble setting this whole thing..... its not the problem of the blog nor of my system nor that i dint kno how to work ......i'm not an expert but i manage to sit and find out how to do things iwant to.....K...k...i'm getting to the topic....The problem was with the topic....The palace of illusions......This pic wnt even match the image that you create when u read Chitra Divakaruni's Palace of Illusions.....Must say,these old kings were quite really creative....So Wat do u think abt the Mahabaharata.....the epic story of the battle b/w The pandavas and kauravas?? After reading about the great world wars ,the India-pak wars,the America-iraq wars ,i never felt the feel get when i think abt the Mahabharata....There is sumkindf of royalty or sumthing special that makes me feel this battle is different apart from the facts that it was fought long...long back where human's lived with gods as i inerpret from the book.So if still the greatest battle can occur when God's livedwith humans, y not a war in this Kaliyug..... ok,its been a lot of questions..... so this book is kindf of a female version of mahabharata...i mean its narrated by Draupadi,the fire-born daughter of Draupadi,king of panchaal. The story is the same of how she gets married to pandavas,how through the course of tym due to several reasons,they fight with kauravs and regain their kingdom......But the story also brings to light lot of emotions,personal traits of each person.....must say that even after being a girl i never knew that girls could actually be so observant to notice very silly things and conclude lot of facts from it......As the story unveils, i was getting more and more confused as to who is right and who is wrong......Everyone is right on their part but stil wrong.Thus the story tadctfully conclude that no one is perfect.The feelings shared by Draupadi and Krna since the day they met him is another interesting story of the book.....Mayb because of hat pure love that made karna better than other characters of the story......After all love is special!! The story also concludes the evil tht almost all battles are fought for money and women and the off-late new conclusion by men that women are evil!!The book also prtrays the evils in a woman's heart even after being narrated by the Queen Panchali!! And the most curious thing about the story and the book is it connects and resembles different sections of a sociey rather than a few people.....The final credit goes to sage Vyasa who wrote this epic story!!