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Hello all! I don’t have much work in office today, so just thought to update my blog! It always feels good to share our thoughts, feelings, notions and expressions with fellow bloggers. I mean one can share anything here, right? 

Basically, I am here to crib about Facebook junkies who have lost their mind out somewhere and who keeps irritating me every time I login to my FB account. Though, I am not much of a Facebooker and deactivated my account long ago for some weird reason. But here, at my office, had to create two separate FB accounts for some professional requirements. One is of absolutely of no use, and in second one, I have my friends, colleagues and my cousins who found me somehow, god know how!

A while ago, I was going through one of my friend’s profile and I saw terribly sentimental status that could even make a stone cry. I called him and found out that he had a break-up with his girlfriend of two weeks. What rubbish! He needs a tight slap to be brought back to reality, I hope you’re reading this, moron! 

I have always failed to understand why the hell people display their emotions through FB status? Why can’t they just go to that person and say it? That would be more effective and plausible and REAL obviously, isn’t it? 

‘Ate an ice-cream in this f****ing chilly winter’, ‘Yayy Sunday! Sunday! Car wash day!’ ‘Drank all night, terrible hangover’ – statuses (that too at a stunning speed of 5 statuses/minute) like these really piss me off and I can’t believe people with such lame status messages are related to me somehow! Can’t tell you the horror!

You won’t believe I have seen people making a whole album of 52 photos out of a ‘pizza-lunch-day-out’ – happens to be the name of that album (that’s an art, really)! And I was like, are you kidding me? Hasn’t anyone seen pizza or you eating a pizza or a pizza eating you? Get a life!

Now, we come at check-ins! ‘At home’, ‘At bed’, ‘In cab’ ‘In bathroom’, ‘At Laxmi nagar metro station’, are people really going crazy or am I hallucinating? People who make such horrible check-ins should know that nobody cares where the hell you are, after all you aren’t a celebrity or a Bigg Boss contestant! Such check-ins just makes you sound super idiotic, trust me on that!

One thing I forgot to mention, my one friend loves Hrithik Roshan like anything. By default I saw 7 Hrithik Roshan, 5 Katrina Kaif and 4 Priyanka Chopra in her friend list! I was at loss of words when I saw that. I have no comments for this!

Apart from showing the world that you have planted 5 carrots in your Farmville, there are people who are more interested in other people’s lives than their own. They don’t have any better thing to do in life than to stalk their ex’s/acquaintance’s profile, their current bf/gf’s profile, and then their uncle’s, their niece’s, their grandmother’s, their cat’s, their dog’s and so forth. This might look stupid but this is scary as hell, trust me because stalking is what made me deactivate my profile.

I just wish FB lovers to realize that such lame activities could be fun to you but for others it’s sheer horror! Amen!

Being Human

I am trapped by being a woman,

I am trapped by being a Hindu,

I am trapped by being a North Indian, by being an Indian. 

I am trapped by being a journalist. 

I am trapped by being neurotic. 

But sometimes, the more I keep my eyes, mind and heart open 

I am freed by being human.

Let bygones be bygones! hAPPY nEW yEAR!

Finally, it’s a new year today. To be true, I was eagerly waiting for 2012 to begin. No, not because it is advertised to be the year of doomsday but, because I see it as a year full of new dreams, success and lot of anticipation, at least for me! 

I am certainly not in mood of writing a long and detailed post as of now. I just want to write about a new year. That’s it! Last year was just average for me, not a mind-blowing one but yeah I learnt a lot of things and evolved as a person. And, that’s what matters, isn’t? 

Last year, my adorable pet died that caused me immense pain but as it is said in ‘Geeta’ soul is immortal, I accept his death wholeheartedly. Do I even have any other option?

Anyway, on a happier note, previous year offered me few genuine friends, work and uncountable smiles too! :)

I really loved Shammi Kapoor and Jagjit Singh and I was literally taken aback by the demise of these two great souls. Just imagine if there wouldn’t be Jagjit Singh, who would have stirred the million romantic hearts with numerous melodious ghazals. And, what to say about Shammi Kapoor? He has always been my favorite. Read the lines below:

Hai ban ne sawarne ka tab hi mzaa,

koi dekhne waala aashiq toh ho,

nahin toh yeh jalwe hai bujhte diye,

koi mittne wala aashiq toh ho…!

If there wouldn’t be Shammi Kapoor, who would have made ‘Badan pe sitaare lapete hue, Oh jaane tamanna kidhar ja rahe ho’ a rage nationwide? Just watch him in this song and you will fall in love with him! I bet you!

Anyway, 2012 has arrived, let bygones be bygones! Let us all welcome this year with broad smiles and open hearts! And, I am really sorry if I have ever hurt anyone, hurting anyone is never my intention, trust me on that! :)

I hope this year brings lot of happiness, success and peace to this nation. May all of you be blessed with immense pleasure and health!

Keep Rocking! :)

Be a MAN, respect women!

Hi all, it’s quite a long time since I have posted anything on my sweet blog. :) So, what’s up with everyone? Aal iz well or naat? o_O

Now, after all these funny formalities, one a serious note let me ask you all a question. What is the first thing and/or word you land upon when I say ‘woman’? I asked him the same question and he landed up saying the worst quote ever “a source of getting a few seconds of orgasm”.  And, I was like, what did he just say..is he drunk or what? After a couple of minutes, I walked away.

To be true, most of the men are bastards, and I say this without a single doubt. They’ll talk about women emancipation, their freedom, their education, their rights and what not? But deep down within, they still treat women as a mere thing and would compare them to furniture, animals and the comparisons don’t stop.

Tell me, what do you think about women?

A poor little creature who is fully obsessed with pink?

A source of getting few moments of pleasure?

A fool who keeps crying over stupid things?

A creature that bleeds for a week and still doesn’t die?

Her boobs and curvy ass turns you on?

Someone who easily takes over your jobs or opportunities on the basis of mushy talks, appearance or gender?

A source behind every feud?

A moron who keeps a record of your balance and even fights over a single rupee?

If a woman reminds you of any of the above idea, then you’re the biggest chu***a on this earth! No offence though I care a damn!

Guys, she is faaaar better than you all. She loves you, cares for you and will do anything, mind it ANYTHING on this earth just to make you happy.

Now when I am still not over that quote of him, I feel like slapping him hard on face and shouting it out loud, ‘saale is this the reason why you keep crying over a single girl every time we meet?’

For all those male chauvinists who are always talking/speaking/writing shit about a lady, grow up because:

She is a caring mother.

She is a naughty yet helpful sister.

She is a loyal girlfriend.

She is a devoted wife.

She is a loving daughter.

She is a kind grandmother.

Look at her and you’ll feel the divinity!

You’re here BECAUSE she is here. She goes through terrible pain and that too without a single complaint or fear and gives birth to your baby, nephew, niece, grandson, granddaughter. She is a mine of relations.

Respect her and love her!

PS: And, if the above post doesn't bring even a tiny alteration to your ugly perception about women, then dude, have fun and don’t show me your face ever again! It was NEVER nice meeting you!

-Sanjana

Learning from moments..

Today, I was just sitting in my room and was thinking about the previous day, actually it was my birthday yesterday and I have completed 23 years on this earth (you can wish me belated happy b’day :P). Just imagine, 23 years! I mean I can’t believe that I am 23 years old because I don’t behave like a 23 year old girl and this thought of me has been approved by my parents, siblings and friends.

But today, for me, another year passed. I mean for me, new year starts from 26th July and when I look back I realize that I have lost so many things, gained few things and new experiences, hurt a lot of people, tried to make few people smile etc.

All the ups and downs of life I have seen last year are experiences for me now. All that is past now but it’s still within me just like a smile that stays on your face after a huge laughter. Last year was full of surprises and shocks. I have got so many beautiful moments, they were like dream come true, just the way I have imagined in my dreams. And if it comes to shock, I would never like to relive those moments, never!

You know something, knowing yourself is never easy. Each and every time when you are hundred percent sure of knowing yourself, your inner face changes its color so quickly that when you look yourself in mirror, it reflects of someone else, and you’re shocked!

I believe with every passing moment, you become someone else. Moments are mysterious in nature, you never know what’s at the other end of that moment, whether you’d be super happy or you’d be broken. And when you’re done with that particular moment, you’re again shocked!

And these are the things you don’t have any control on, you just have to see it and do nothing because you really can’t do anything. But few changes are for good and they transform your persona in a good way making you more magnificent and mature enough to handle odd situations. Like last year, I have travelled alone for the first time, I even bribed few cops ( it’s a secret not to be told in this era of Anna Hazare and Ramdev Baba but still I am confessing it and I care a damn about it ), jumped into the fight of two morons for no reason, watched movies, cried like an infant, hurt the feeling of few peoples and I even lied.

Last year also demanded honest answers of several questions but I am afraid I have ‘shortage of answers’. I try so hard to run away from these unanswered questions, sometimes I fill few of them in my cupboards, and few of them are crushed beneath my feet, I even try to burn them up but every time they are born again to bug me every moment.

I don’t know what this coming year holds for me. I have no idea whether it will make me smile or make me go crazy. I am not sure whether the coming moments will be preferred one or not but it will be interesting and that is for sure.