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July 13, 2014

Getting ready for the big day – 2 Shopping – 1


Well, if you have to get ready for THE BIG DAY then how can you not shop?

So my all aunties and cousins, mom, dad and I went to shopping. In Surat, Gujarat, there is very good cloth market. And because the cloths come directly from factories, they don’t cost more as compare to other places where they also include transport charges in the cost.

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So we went there and… ATTACKED!!!

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December 16, 2013

Notebook Vs WordPress – Part 1


I just had a thought that what if I began writing my daily chores in notebook instead of in this blog? And I just got a topic for my post –

Why I should write in a notebook?

  1. I can write anytime I wish to
    All I need to write in a notebook is a book and a pen. So whenever a thought pops up in my mind I can just open my notebook, remove the cap and start writing. It can be anywhere – on the roadside, in the bus, in college during the lecture, in a CCD, anywhere and anytime 🙂
  2. I don’t need to charge anything just a pen in working condition and book with few pages left will do
    The biggest problem I face while using laptop is it is never charged when I need it the most. So using notebook will help me here. I don’t have to stay much prepared. As I said a notebook with some space to pour my thoughts and pen to make that visible is all I need. And just in case there is no pen, I can anytime borrow it from some one around 😛

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    Courtesy : Google Images

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October 2, 2013

English Bites!


Our English teacher, Mr Verma was different though. He destroyed our fragile confidence with pleasure and lowered our self-esteem to levels where we couldn’t even face ourselves in the mirror. Over time and after a lot of effort, we got better. We finally mastered the art of combing our hair without stealing even a glance at the looking glass!

LOL!

The above is a short excerpt from “English Bites!”, the book just recently got published. It is by an Indian author – Manish Gupta, who has shared his experience while studying English, developing vocabulary. And while reading the book I couldn’t control my meandering thoughts and think of my encounter with the language which probably will go in till my last day on this blue planet!

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Either I never had an English teacher like Mr Verma or I was too shameless to take the remarks made by teacher seriously as Mr Manish did. Whatever may be the reason, but I never realized the importance of the language when I was in school. Also, thanks to the fake patriotism lessons, that I received from God knows whom, they imbibed in me the thought that I must speak and care only about my mother tongue (Marathi) and our National language (Hindi)!

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September 29, 2013

Chapter two


To begin with, I want to inform readers that the preceding chapter of this was ‘The Night’. If you haven’t read it or if you wish to read it again, you can find it here – The Night.

“Come in.” The Doctor responded to the knock on the door.
It was her, Lily. She always entered with a broad smile on her face. This cheered up the Doctor.
“Hey! I was waiting for you. You got late today?” He asked.
“Yea… Had some project work in college.”
“Sit for a moment. I will wrap my day.”
She sat in the nearby chair which was usually occupied by patients. Doctor was busy keeping things back in place. Lily always wondered, what was about this guy that he was so different from others? Why she always felt more respect for him every time she met him? For her, every other guy was a monster. A monster incarnating human. She hated all of them. Including her father. She believed her father was a monster who entered her mother’s life and engulfed her, took her away from Lily. She even avoided talking to boys from her college. Because they will eventually grow up to become monsters. So why befriend them?
There was an intern assisting Doctor. He had crush on Lily. He was like, any normal girl would have found him cute and willingly accepted his proposal. But Lily felt he was a cute monster, very pretentious and never gave him a single chance to talk to her.
But Lily never thought of Doctor like this. Not for a single moment.

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August 15, 2013

Weekly Photo Challenge – One Shot, Two Ways


One shot two ways! It’s the view in my balcony 😛  As always… I don’t have to go anywhere to get the special pic. I just have to keep my eyes open and observe. 😀

Although there are no ‘literal’ ways in the photo, I have two different shots of a creeper, the one growing on the grill in the balcony.

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 The rain here, in Mumbai, India is too awesome! It’s going green everywhere and so is my blog 🙂

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Oops! I forgot to mention. It’s my this week’s entry for the photo challenge. 🙂

May 1, 2013

Guest Post!


OK now this is not a guest post by any guest as such. But instead, it is by my lovely, sweet-sweet neighbour cum friend cum sister cum teacher cum everything you can think of!
Just as they say – A girl and a boy can never be friends, I believe that a girl and a girl too can never be friends. They can either be more than friends as in sister or something. OR enemies 🙂 She definitely falls in first category.

So the thing is, she has newly entered the blogging world and is bit shying to come in public. She wanted me to introduce her. Here is a small post by MistySpice 🙂 I am sure you will enjoy it.

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Greetings, everyone!
I’m newbie blogger…..don’t know how to blog-AT ALL.BUT HERE I AM, GIVING IT A TRY.
SO HERE WE GO……
A SUBJECT IS WHAT I NEED TO HAVE FIRST OF ALL, TO BEGIN WRITING.
I’m THINKING THINKING THINKING THINKING…….& YES! I”VE GOT IT AT LAST!
I HAVE NOTHING TO BEGIN WITH.
SO IM JUST GOING TO Rant ABOUT ANYTHING & EVERYTHING…….
MOVIES! THAT’S A TOPIC I CAN WRITE ABOUT…
I HAVE WATCHED MANY MOVIES, NOT YET CONTED ‘EM. WILL COUNT.
THE FIRST ENGLISH FLICK I WATCHED WAS – NEW YORK MINUTE……..& AND AFTER THAT THERE WAS NO END! I HAD BEGUN TO WATCH HOLLYWOOD MOVIES IN ORDER TO IMPROVE MY COLLOQUIAL ENGLISH & ALSO TO LEARN THE AMERICAN & BRITISH ACCENTS. NOW I CAN FAIRLY UNDERSTAND BOTH. I HAVE ALSO LEART TO SPEAK THE WAY, ITALIANS OR SPANISH speak ENGLISH & I TRIED IT ON MY SIS- SHE BURST OUT WITH Peals of laughter! That was encouraging enough for me to continue on this tread.
HA HA HA!
NO, I AM NOT LAUGHING AT YOU OR THE INCOHORENT BLABBER THAT I M CONTINUOUSLY PRODUCING, BUT MY LI’L COUSIN BROTHERS COMIC SENSE. HE IS SEARCHING FOR MY GRANNY…….
& CAN YOU THINK WHERE HE WAS LOOKING FOR HER?
UNDER MY BED!
ROFL!
MY MOM WENT INTO HYSTERICS AFTER SHE CAME TO KNOW OF HER NEPHEW’S BRAINWAVE!
SO UNUSUALLY HILARIOUS! WELL, HE IS A JOKER- NO DOUBT!
WELL, BACK TO THE MOVIES- I WATCHED THEM AT BEGINNING WITH SUITITLES & BUT SOON ENOUGH I BEACME A PRO EVEN WITHOUT THEM. I HAD WATCHED THIS 1ST MOVIE WHEN I WAS IN 8TH GRADE. NOT THAT, BEFORE I WAS ABSOLUTELY ALIEN TO HOLLYWODD…ITS JUST THAT I WAS IGNORANT OF THE INTELLIGENT MOVIES THEY MADE. I’M MORE OF A ROM-COM PERSON. U MAY ALSO ADD FAMILY OR THRILLER OR MYSTERY SOMETIMES. BUT THE STORY HAS TO ENGAGE ME THAT I SHOULD NOT EVEN Bat an eyelid while watching it. The unusual way in which I am writing now caps on-ans-off, is just because I want to type Faster & faster without even WAITING TO PRESS THE CAPS TAB. WELL THAT’S ME FOR NOW. NEXT TIME , I’M THINKING OF PUTTING UP A LIST RIGHT HERE –CONTAINING ALL THE HOLLY MOVIES I HAVE SEEN..
TILL THEN,
ARRIVEDERCI!

P.S.: I AM NOT ITALIAN!

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I personally think she writes very well. But she doesn’t believes me 😦 Do mention what you think. So that she will get some confidence and starts writing a full flesh blog!

March 29, 2013

100th COLORFUL POST!


It was afternoon of 27th March. We here in India had public holiday on the eve of Holi festival. The reason we have holiday s that the festival is celebrated, applying colors on each other. It is considered as a means to spread love, forgetting all past grievances, mistakes, misunderstandings, sorrows and believe that life is as colorful as the day.

When I was kid, I would be too excited for this day! Actually it’s not just colors but we also slash water on each other! Wow! It would be so much fun!! We would begin our preparation almost before a week! We would talk about past Holis and would make plans for the coming one. On the next day of Holi, we would compare how much the color has washed off from body. The one who has more color left is thought of as one who most fun! As if there was some competition!

But as I grew up, I stopped playing with colors. I  began to look at the festival as a holiday, to take rest. The colors no more represent the liveliness of my life. Probably, I have grown up a far too much to believe in old customs that we can easily forget and forgive and move on and live life cheerfully.

Carrying this grown up belief, on 27th afternoon, I was lying on my bed. Having shampooed my hair and later conditioned to smoothen, I was to pleased with myself. I was caressing my hair lying lazily when there was a knock on the door.

I opened the door but there wasn’t anyone. I was about to check if there is anyone who knocked and moved on when… Somebody sprayed color on my face!

Burra na mano Holi hai!

“Don’t mind, it is Holi!!” Shouted my cousins!!! My two cousins, with my maternal aunts and an uncle had arrived  out of no where to our place to celebrate holi!!!

And after so many years, I don’t know how many, I celebrated Holi with colors!! Hurray!

And I don’t know when next I will be playing it again, so I purposely got us clicked!!

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Earlier I was bit apprehensive about my hair but later I just thought of ignoring it. Because life is indeed colorful! It is more fun in enjoying Holi with your cousins then getting a complement for smooth hair 😛

Here is a snap of my bro who joined us later. We colored him in green and guess what? He looks like the Hulk!! 😀

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Before I finish the post, I would like to share with you all that this was my 100th post! And I don’t think I could get more luckier but to have a post on festival of colors!

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Life is indeed beautiful. You just need to know how and where to apply color life brings to you! I know it is easy to say and difficult to do and all, but that’s what I am learning as I am growing up!

A belated Happy Holi to all of you!May you enjoy all the colors of your life!

Diana 🙂

March 3, 2013

Weekly Photo Challenge – Lost in the details


Lost in the details 😛

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Actually, I am lost in words!! I remember the time when I kept on reading books just because the story fascinated me.
These days, I also get into the details of their writing, the words used by the writers, the way they express something, go and search every other unknown word in the dictionary. 🙂

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One of the reasons for doing this is I myself want to be a good writer and be able to use these words in my writing.
Nothing come easy way 😦
You have to get into the details, spend some time, work hard and only then you can get what you want!

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But thankfully, I have started enjoying it! The words seem to like me as well! 🙂
They stay in my mind for longer time and seem to ejaculate more often! I wish to contrive the writer within me!

You too keep blogging!
Have a nice week ahead!
Diana.

March 2, 2013

Dystopia


This post is in response to DP’s Weekly Writing Challenge.

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Right from the moment I woke up, I could feel the dark taint. I lounge in my bed for some time. Then I began to search… them. I groped around to feel them. Where are my….? I thought. And I thought over. Where are my what? I didn’t get the word back. Immediately after, my hands felt the two round glasses and I pulled them towards mSpectaclese and wore on my eyes. I got up, to begin my day.

As I was out of bedroom, mom wished me morning and I replied her wishing the same. I went near the wash basin, washed my face and began to search it. I couldn’t find it anywhere. Where it must have gone?? Last night, I had left it here. I asked mom, if she had seen it. First sheToothpaste-toothbrush couldn’t get what I was talking about.

“That first thing we need early in the morning??”

“Cell Phone??” She teased.

Then later, after bit of drama, she handed over me my toothbrush and toothpaste which she had kept somewhere else as she had to clean the shelf!

Fortunately or unfortunately, all my other things were on place and I didn’t have to ask anyone any favor to find them. And also, to remind myself that today is going to be a terrible day.

I left home for err… I don’t know what… and was walking down the road for catching one of… that, which I catch daily to travel. Oh God! I couldn’t remember what it is called? They were so many passing by, with all seats filled. I stretched my hand to stop them, but none of them did. By then, my daily companion, an old, stout lady came.
“Today you are in time?” She asked.Auto rickshaw
Is it a crime?? I forced a smile.

She too stretched her hand and called out – “Auto!”
Hush! Immediately one stopped. She sat and went.
At least now I know the word! I too called for an auto of course with my one hand waving in air. These auto drivers have become haughty these days. Some of them just went like that, without even looking at me. May be I should eat more and become fat like the aunty so that they can see me 😦

Finally one stopped.

“Kidhar jana hai?” He asked me where I want to go.
I gave a blank stare.
He raised his eyebrows. I continued to stare. Then he himself asked me if I want to go to railway station, because that is the last point of all autos. I replied hesitantly, “Ha, wahi to jana hai!”  That of course, I want to go to the station!

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I just knew that wherever I am going is next to station, where the auto will halt. I got down from the auto.
“12 rupaya” 12 rupees, the driver demanded.
I gave him exact 12 and he went off on his way.

As I turned to my left, I saw a huge… something made of walls, behind tall… standing bars. Yes! I come here daily, and this were I must head too. I was about to move, when somebody slapped me on my back and before I can understand what’s happening…
college“What are you doing here?” It was her. “I told you to come at the parking lot!” She said pointing in a direction where there were ranged… those things on which only two people can sit.
“I just, forgot.”
And before I can say anything further, she began as if there isn’t going to be any cessation, pulling me through the bars, inside the walls.
We went inside a… an area surrounded by wall from four sides. There were many others already. All known faces but I couldn’t recognize them. We sat down on a… something. She hadn’t stopped yet. Or else she would have noticed.

There was a queer sensation. I know her, I know her very well. But I don’t remember her name. Should I tell her? But only if she stops! What was happening?? There was some weird feeling. As if I was not well, as if I had some disease, as if I have lost all my… I mean you understand what I have felt like I have lost…

I sat there wondering if I am going to be well. I felt like crying. But I held back my tears.
“What’s wrong??” Finally she enquired. “You look so pale.”
“I…” Before I could say anything, a lady entered in. All of us stood up. She instructed to sit and we all sat.
“Yes tell me, are you alright?” She asked again, ignoring the lady.
“No I am not. Actually I don’t…”
Once again I was interrupted by the lady. She started calling out names. One by one, people raised their hands and pulled down back.
“Jennifer D’Souza!”
And she raised her hand.
Oh! Jenny! How can I forget it!
Jenny! Jenny! Jenny! I repeated to myself.
“Yes, yes, yes… tell me?” Her face, half smiling, half worried.
I just opened my mouth and…
“Diana Juvenille!”
Jenny held my hand and raised it in the air. Then she pulled it down. She looked at me. The smiled had vanished.
“Actually, I am not able remember things.” I started. “I feel I am sick. I even forgot my name. And yours as well. And so everybody else’s around. It’s not just name. There are many other things I don’t remember.”

“What’s going on there? Jennifer?”
“Nothing m’am. Just discussing difference between RAM and ROMclassroom
“Is it? You come and sit over here. I will tell you the difference.”

Jenny turned to me “You don’t worry. Stay calm. We will talk after the lecture.”
She went near the lady and sat just in front of her, following the injunctions as if it was  daily routine.

Now, I just couldn’t control. A tear rolled off my eye. I felt more lost. I glanced around. Everyone was silent, perusing something. The lady was saying something. All of sudden everybody looked at her. Then they looked down again. This process was repeated few times, at regular interval.

I laid there, oblivion of all the things.
What are they looking down at? What is she speaking about? What are all others replying back to her? What am I doing here? What is this place? Why am I sitting here? Do I come here daily? Who is Jenny? How do I know her? And how does she know me? Why was I worried when I knew I forgot her name? Are we going to stay here forever? When is this lady gonna leave?

First the questions and then the fear of not knowing there answers engulfed me. And then, there was darkness… I could feel the things around me swallowed by darkness and I… don’t remember what happened next.

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Somebody slapped me tightly on my face and I woke?
“What are you sleeping here? Get up!!” It was, of course Jenny. “I told you to wait at the parking lot. I was standing there for like ages!!”
It took me a minute to get back.
“Jenny, I…”
“Now don’t give me your lame excuse that you forgot!” She growled.
We were in our classroom, and I could see there, Ketty and Sammy on first bench, Ritu and Neelam on second, Rahul and Paresh sat behind us!!
“O Jenny!! I remember everything!!” I couldn’t hide the ecstasy and I hugged her tightly.
“So you do remember some things.” She gave a feint, angry look.
“You won’t believe. I had a dream. No, not a dream, a nightmare!”
“And you forgot everything in that dream”
“Yes! How do you know?”
“It can’t be a dream. You keep on forgetting everything, every time.”
“No. But in the dream, it was even more horrible!”
I wanted to tell her when, our teacher, Mrs Bakshi walked in. We all stood up and sat down as she directed.
“In the dream I even forgot our names. It was really…”
“Jennifer D’Souza!” and Jenny raised her hand.
“It was really terrible. I didn’t even remember Mrs Bakshi. And I even forgot that we come to college…”
“Diana juvenile!” Jenny raised my hand and pulled it down.
“I wish Mrs Bakshi forgot about the college too! And then what you did? You began to cry? I am sure you did!!” She mocked.
I felt a pinch of anger rising inside me, but I just ignored it as I had a story to tell! I was about to continue when…happy-face

“What’s going on there? Jennifer?”
“Nothing m’am. Just discussing difference between RAM and ROM”
“Is it? You come and sit over here. I will tell you the difference.”
Jenny turned to me “You don’t ever dare to forget me!”
She went and sat on the first bench, in front of Mrs Bakshi.

This time, I couldn’t hold my smile. I got my ‘Computer organization and Architectures’ copy on my desk and began to read as everyone else did.

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I loved this subject ‘Dystopia’ and I am glad that I could come up with this idea. My only concern is, if I have conveyed it clearly. I have used some pictures, to assist me.  Hope you enjoyed it.

Never forget me,
Diana 🙂

February 26, 2013

A Word A Week Challenge – Zoom


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No, I don’t have any intentions of participating in this challenge regularly. It just happened that I realized that I have some snaps related to this topic! So here is my entry for this week!

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I wont mind if I find any other topic going with photos in my collection 😉

Have fun!