so much more..

                                                                          
I am not much of a gardening pro, mom and dad were the ones who were really interested, of all the places we had mom did an awesome job of planting so many trees, she spent the evenings in the garden and nurtured the gooseberry trees, coconut trees, pomegranate trees, chikku trees, and many more, we had a helper called noor who used to help us in the garden and take care of our dog. so it was really beautiful to see it. we were really able to maintain the lawn and flower bed properly. after some years mom became very busy indoors and only came to water the plants, our helper died of old age and to me our beautiful garden started to look like jungle, there were these huge badam trees that spread branches across the garden soaking all the sunlight and shading the pots underneath, the weeds grew the flowers died, so it was only shades of green...and while sipping tea in the sit out i had that sudden urge of trying things out in garden. And while i traveled different cities i became obsessed  with bougainvillea flowers specially the white ones that looked like giant bunches of white roses.. after spending few of my summer days at my Gran's place i was determined to set our garden straight. and after coming back to my place, I kept an eye out for plants. during my morning walk i finally found my favourite plant bougainvillea and brought little cuttings, i put them in a little earthen pot and watered them daily...but they disappointed me..not even a little leaf shot up to tell me Hey!! this twig is alive..don't you give up hope.. i waited months...but no..they dried up..i was disappointed, but prepared to face them. once i went drop my friend to her place and i saw another bougainvillea tree!(at a corner, not on any-body's property) i went straight up and tried to cut the thickest branch, i was little struggling, but to my surprise a passerby came to help me with it. I happily said thank you and he smiled and good luck with your gardening. i came home and put them in a water and rolled up my  sleeves to get the pots ready, i filled the pot with sand, gravel,and mud, and planted the cuttings. and put in the sunny-est spot of the garden.after a few weeks finally a tiny little leaf shot up and weeks by weeks a beautiful bougainvillea rose up.. the very first time it flowered...i felt like my life was complete..i took so many pictures of them.. seeing my interest dad brought me vegetable seeds like brinjal and tomato..to be honest they dint come up well.. but they dint dampen my spirits. everywhere i wen,t i bought  little cuttings and put them in a pot.. And after helping mom in the kitchen i realized that i could prepare compost.. my first compost experience was sooo funny. coz i had no idea that it would smell so bad.. but the roses were really pretty and healthy. and then slowly i spent more time on plants and still trying to figure out ways to manure them. but the lust for flowers never ends.. where ever you go.. you always got an eye for them.. and day by day i just want to get better at it.  💮🥀❁⚘

colors

so its my first class with my new professor, since we were new to him he told us to give an introduction. we were so fed up giving intro to everybody, most of them said no in chorus and i just stared at them, wondering something else. but this experienced person said he will add some twists and make it  interesting and he was kinda stern about it. so everybody had to agree to it. and then he distributed small paper chits to everybody and instructed to write one dearest topic to them. it was hard for me to choose, like what should i choose?? coz i had so many topics..hmm should i choose books? gardening? pets? my fave pop-star?? movie?? or my fave show?? it was a real struggle to choose among them and then i finally settled with hobby, if he asked me to speak about my hobby i could tell him a great deal about it. After this he told us to fold the chits and then he mixed them up and randomly called people to talk on about themselves and then to pick one chit from the pile and talk about it. so i sat there waiting for my turn. and listening to all of others stories and wondering who could have written those topics.... one of my friend Lakshmi gave a nice little talk about her place and about her friend how she spent her college days. it was really nice one. after some girls it was my turn. i thought i was gonna talk fine but after going their i just told my name and my hobby and got stuck somewhere, i cut the talk abruptly and took the chit from the table and i was hoping to get a chit relating to hobby but i got a chit that read COLORS. I know  i could have talked a lot about it. but i just stood there perplexed i felt i was out of words. standing on the stage i stared at my classmates my throat went dry and my mind was blank..and i looked at the professor he stared at me i dint know what to do....i just said thank you and came to my seat. i was a little embarrassed. after every body the professor said he was not happy with the intro and specifically mentioned that the person who got topic colours could have spoken a lot and i just sat there wondering what all i could have told.... and i will write about in my next article..

tricked

From a couple of days, I've been trying to write things. But my mind is plying tricks on me 😬. When I have nothing to note down, sitting silently or when I am stressing to solve some math problem, I suddenly become a poet. Words start flooding and string themselves into beautiful sentences all in my mind. But when I sit with a book and pen in a beautiful place..NO.. uhh ha...I seriously don't get any idea to write..is'nt our mind a actual master mind??😑 tricking us into things?? creating all sorts of illusions??

I specifically remember one night,



    I was sleeping alone in my room it was around 2 A.M. My roommate had gone to her native. Usually I'm a very bold person. Never scared of dark or ghost stories. But that night.....my mind played real game on me..
I guess it was because I watched The conjuring movie with my brother with full sound effects. That night I literally cried out fear.. and almost believed that Bathsheba was beside me whispering all sorts of weird chants in my ears.. I was also scared to sleep in my normal position scared someone would grab me by my feet. My throat was dry I felt paralysed could not even stifle.. shivering I somehow managed a muffled scream.. and then suddenly I woke up..sat up on my bed.. it was such a panicky situation.. and then almost instantly I called my friend who lives next door. Poor girl picked my call after 3 times of continuous ringing. Then she agreed to come and stay with me for the rest of the night.. you don't know how relieved I felt..She came in comforted me in the best possible way. and accompanied me till dawn without ever complaining for the trouble I created.
next morning i was happy that it was a bright sunny day. but somewhere the last night's incident kept bugging me. when i told my dad about this i got a little bit of console filled "telling" about his constant warning to stop watching horror movies. when my brother got to know, he laughed till his stomach hurt. But I never found courage to tell my mom about this.

After that night I never ventured to watch a horror movie again. I was planning to read 'The shinning' and I dropped that plan. and gave up all my love for the movies like Nightmare on ELM streets, the whispers series and many more.

Sometimes I clearly don't understand what I'm in. few times I feel like I'm in hot crawling mess. and sometimes I feel like pre Buddha- Siddhartha who has got almost everything in life. Sometimes all I need is a cup of coffee to get me going. or a hearty laugh filled walk with mom. Man OH Man we are all victims of this brain game 😆😅


                                                     

Empty head and empty paper sheets

                                                                                                                                                                           
               Hoping to get hit with  an idea.. waiting for the spark to ignite.. the drought of idea is real worst..

Why I love taylor swift

On my 16th b'day my dad gifted me a phone, that day I sat in my attic trying to download new songs,when the Internet started to buffer i turned the pages of newspaper there for the first time ever in my life i got to know about Taylor swift.there was a picture of her and an article about her newly released album, Red. after reading it i downloaded her songs. the very first song i heard from her was "We are never ever getting back together". I fell in love with that song and i kept on listing to it on repeat. After that i started stalking her on Internet and that's how i came to know her.

As the days passed, i downloaded more songs and i think tim mcgraw is my fav song next to mean. And i also started watching her tour videos and i realised not only her music but I love her personality, attitude, simplicity and so much more. When you start liking a celebrity you normally compare them to others, that's what i did too. remember how she dressed? sun dress and cowboy boots with cock screw curly hair? i liked the fact that she dint rip off her dresses like other people in the music industry do. she has her own style. she is original. and more of a trend setter. remember when getting a tattoo was a trend? almost everybody in the music industry had one either on their shoulders or on backs, but Taylor never got one. maybe she did not like it. but the point is that she is not the person who follows the trend. well to convince i got another point. well somewhere in the mid 2015's neon colour was a huge trend but did you ever see her wearing one? no right?!
As the Red era started she bought high waist stuff into the fashion trend. Her trade mark red lip was also a huge trend in the industry
 

The red lipstick trend.

And when the 1989 era began she bought the crop-top and high waist skirt and shorts in the trend.

crop top and high waist skirt

crop top and high waist shorts

This is why i call her a trend setter.More than her fashion and style, I should tell you about her lyrics.Song writing is a art that not everyone can get it, when it comes to Taylor, I say she is gifted. which teenager would write a song like our song? just at 16 she managed to write perfect songs with perfect rhythms. and even got nominated for Best new artist nomination for Grammy. Some of my favourite lyrics are

from Tim mcgraw;
Its hard not to find it all a little bitter sweet..and looking back on all of that its nice to believe...

from our song:
you talk real slow.. coz its late and your mama don't know....

all too well:
The Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place,
And I can picture it after all these days.

Mean:
And I can see you years from now in a bar
Talking over a football game
With that same big loud opinion
But nobody's listening
Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things
Drunk and grumbling on about how I can't sing
But all you are is mean

well i've got a big list to say but these are some of my favourites. above all this i also like how close she is with her family. attending her brother's graduation, talking to her mom on phone three times a day, her vacation with family.I also admire her high profile squad. In brief we love her because, she managed her fame and wealth in perfect way right from the start. amidst all the attention and publicity she got, she never lost her control, she was always composed. she is not a gimmick but truly original. with a business mind and a generous heart. she is such a superstar. Love you Taylor😘😘

girl with a golden heart

 My very first article on this blog was of my new college and my first day at college. I had actually thought of writing about my amazing room mate, but ended up posting something else. But today out of my total admiration I am writing this. I consider myself very very lucky not only for meeting her but to be her friend too..😇👧👧

After biding byes to my parents i came to my room, Before meeting my roomie i was kind of worried how she would be because i had heard lot of tales from my cousins who were staying at hostels. but Its wonderful how we got along so well. We just sat their on our beds and talked and talked and the next moment I knew was I had met another best friend. My roommate is from Bombay, and i have read and heard of that place a lot. on our first day together all I did was to ask about her place. She was patient enough to answer all my questions. Its wonderful how we have so much in common. We sleep and wake at same time, we score same marks, we commit same mistakes, we have same taste in music and so much more. Like me she is also a nature lover. She is a kind of girl who would help a little kitty cross the road. More like half glass full attitude. She did influence me in a better way. I got to tell one incident, One day I was coming back from shopping with my other friend and to our dismay we saw that in our hostel's third floor balcony a cuckoo had got caught up, poor bird sat there not knowing how to fly out. and we did all kind of circus to help it fly away, poor bird it only got scared and tired and thirsty from trying to get away. We felt helpless, I somehow wanted to rescue it,but I was clueless what to do. I and my friend decided to dump our shopping bags in our room and then go in search the watchman. after a quick run over the stairs I came back panting to see if the bird was there, but to my relief it had flown away. I felt so relived but wondered how it managed to get away. Just as I turned back there came my roomie smiling from end to end, and she told me how she used her quick wit to rescue that big bird. It just made me so happy and gave other reason to feel good on having a friend like her 😇😇😇. It might not seem like a big deal rescuing a bird. but a only a true nature lover can understand the chords of a speach-lees creature. We live in a world  where humanity is a rare act. And people like her a bit rare. Dear roomie, you are simply a woman with a heart of gold. never loose it 😊😊🙂