So, I seemed to have disappeared yet again and there's nothing I can do to fix my absence. Giving a lot of papers these days, there's no time to rest (or study. :P). Exams have been deadlier than ever and the more I see my books, the more I hate them. I'd rather commit suicide by jumping off my sofa. -_-
A lot of things are trying to come out of me but I can hardly express. The main thing that I'm forgetting to tell is that there won't be any blog posts from my side till March 2012 (hope the world stays alive till then). Need a lot to study and there's a whole lot to prepare. As I type this post, there's some pinch of confidence in me that is trying to regain it's consciousness. Better if I find a way to build some hope. Goodbye, for now.Wish me luck, folks. =)
The D☻zing Punkster signs off for the last time for the next few weeks. -_-
Guess Who Choreographed Chammak Challo? :P
Ever felt the feeling of compassion? o_O
Here comes another day, of brightness and sunshine, I must say. The PuNK is in a poetic mood tonight, and this cold weather just acts as the cherry on the top. But still, it's blogging over poem.
A couple of days ago, something quite unusual happened with me. I call it unusual just because I had never had the same feeling I had after the incident.
It was a mildly cold, foggy night and I was heading back home from my daily classes. I had left earlier than usual and was a bit more than happy as I was tired and needed to fetch some immediate sleep as soon as possible. The moment I left the premises, I had visions of my pillow calling me. I could notice nothing on the streets and kept walking blindly. As it was late night, the streets were full of men hanging out with their cigarrettes and all and I preferred concentrating on my weird visions than looking at those guys.
As I sleep-walked, I could see a small white puppy on the sideways, licking an auto-rickshaw's fuel let-out. I walked ahead ignoring the sight but after walking a few steps, my steps stopped on their own. I remember I had a pack of biscuits in my bag so I searched through all the chains. Just when I found the packet, I headed towards the little puppy. He wagged his barely-furred tail and tried to jump in merry. By the look in his light brown sparkling eyes, I could make out he had been surviving without food for days.
My hand headed towards him to give him a biscuit and he dived in to have one. As I gave him another one, I could notice some strange group of men staring at me, probably surprised by my behaviour. I emptied the packet down on the road and the white little soul pounced on the heap. I could sense the need to be out of that area as I didn't want any unnecessary attention from the neighbouring people. I left that spot, and the puppy, and walked away having odd feelings.
What was so great about my deed that made me feel proud? I used to feed street dogs in my free time and this was nothing new to me. Maybe the look in the puppy's eyes, the kind of attraction that I had for him, or the feeling of sorry made this incident a bit unusual for me. Whatever might be the reason, it certainly brought out the actual "me" in me. I had never had the feeling of compassion before. And after this day, I surely realised the need for us to care for others.
If we stop being self-centered all the time and give a minute or two to have a look at the world, we'll definitely learn how much this place is deprived of love and affection. Everyone around needs to be loved. Everybody deserves to be noticed. Just start an initiative of your own and you'll actually find your true inner happiness. Because love can't be brought or sold, it can only be felt..
A couple of days ago, something quite unusual happened with me. I call it unusual just because I had never had the same feeling I had after the incident.
It was a mildly cold, foggy night and I was heading back home from my daily classes. I had left earlier than usual and was a bit more than happy as I was tired and needed to fetch some immediate sleep as soon as possible. The moment I left the premises, I had visions of my pillow calling me. I could notice nothing on the streets and kept walking blindly. As it was late night, the streets were full of men hanging out with their cigarrettes and all and I preferred concentrating on my weird visions than looking at those guys.
As I sleep-walked, I could see a small white puppy on the sideways, licking an auto-rickshaw's fuel let-out. I walked ahead ignoring the sight but after walking a few steps, my steps stopped on their own. I remember I had a pack of biscuits in my bag so I searched through all the chains. Just when I found the packet, I headed towards the little puppy. He wagged his barely-furred tail and tried to jump in merry. By the look in his light brown sparkling eyes, I could make out he had been surviving without food for days.
My hand headed towards him to give him a biscuit and he dived in to have one. As I gave him another one, I could notice some strange group of men staring at me, probably surprised by my behaviour. I emptied the packet down on the road and the white little soul pounced on the heap. I could sense the need to be out of that area as I didn't want any unnecessary attention from the neighbouring people. I left that spot, and the puppy, and walked away having odd feelings.
What was so great about my deed that made me feel proud? I used to feed street dogs in my free time and this was nothing new to me. Maybe the look in the puppy's eyes, the kind of attraction that I had for him, or the feeling of sorry made this incident a bit unusual for me. Whatever might be the reason, it certainly brought out the actual "me" in me. I had never had the feeling of compassion before. And after this day, I surely realised the need for us to care for others.
If we stop being self-centered all the time and give a minute or two to have a look at the world, we'll definitely learn how much this place is deprived of love and affection. Everyone around needs to be loved. Everybody deserves to be noticed. Just start an initiative of your own and you'll actually find your true inner happiness. Because love can't be brought or sold, it can only be felt..
Joe Jonas' latest single - Just In Love
When life is filled with books, the only thing that comes to my rescue is music. Recently Joe Jonas' released his new single "Still in love" and it's way too awesome. It's got a peppy kinda soundtrack but I disliked the amount of PDA in the video. Way too much! Anyways, it's worth a watch and worth a thousand claps :D
Back to Black...errr... I mean Blog :P
Okay okay I haven't been blogging since Friday, the 13th but that doesn't mean that some monster ate me up on that day or I went on a trip to heaven (I've been to hell and back :P)
Days have been too rough and too hectic. I miss those times when I wandered through the bright streets on my awesome-but-too-girly cycle. The amount of books to study from have gone high and I have no clue where to begin from. The moment clock strikes twelve, my heart pounds even faster hoping to get through the struggle that comes the day after. Those days which were spent sitting on my couch, hitting on my laptop and surfing the television; are missed. Now the only thing that I try to find time for is some sound sleep.
The day just passes by. Shuffling from classes to college to classes. Our education system is only fit for those students who are totally dedicated to studies. The ones like me just hope to get the passing mark.
Life has never been so busy and so dull. I had thought of rebuilding my blog to get more blogsters on but my idea won't get into action unless I'm done with the exams and all. Sigh!
Keeping the post short and simple, this is the The D☻zing Punkster blogging off. Stay tuned! I would be back soon. Zoop!!
Days have been too rough and too hectic. I miss those times when I wandered through the bright streets on my awesome-but-too-girly cycle. The amount of books to study from have gone high and I have no clue where to begin from. The moment clock strikes twelve, my heart pounds even faster hoping to get through the struggle that comes the day after. Those days which were spent sitting on my couch, hitting on my laptop and surfing the television; are missed. Now the only thing that I try to find time for is some sound sleep.
The day just passes by. Shuffling from classes to college to classes. Our education system is only fit for those students who are totally dedicated to studies. The ones like me just hope to get the passing mark.
Life has never been so busy and so dull. I had thought of rebuilding my blog to get more blogsters on but my idea won't get into action unless I'm done with the exams and all. Sigh!
Keeping the post short and simple, this is the The D☻zing Punkster blogging off. Stay tuned! I would be back soon. Zoop!!
Friday, the 13th :O
After more than a month, I'm back to blog my next post. Today is Friday, the 13th. A day cursed by many but now, cherished by me.
The so-called haunted day is just about to end in a few minutes and I don't think the day could have been any better. I was having a rather lucky day. I made a high score in the video game parlor's car racing game and my name would be there everytime a person plays that game. I defeated my friend in air hockey with score 1-7. Then I won chocolates from a game we weren't even playing. The chocolates just dropped down as I passed from there. But it doesn't end there! After that we went to play another game where we could win chocolates but when I played, nothing happened. It a fit of rage I punched it slightly and BOOM! chocolates came pouring out.
Some guys out there just never want to use their own minds. People crave to have a belief. In India, superstitions are present in every lively soul. But the thought of Friday, the 13th isn't an Indian superstition. It's rather internationally acclaimed. It easily becomes a trending topic on Twitter with people talking about all kinds of fears for the day, but for me it'll always remain as a memory to cherish lifelong. The high score thing is the first thing I want to tell everyone around. I wanted to tell it to all my fellow tweeps on Twitter but currently, it is going through some errors so I had to shout about my awesome day over here.
Although I know none of the blogsters are ever gonna be interested in reading this crap, I still think the ones, who by mistake land on this blog, should certainly comment on my posts because I need reviews for them.
As always promised, this post is also gonna be short. As for now The D☻zing Punkster signs off. Cya later punks ! :D
The so-called haunted day is just about to end in a few minutes and I don't think the day could have been any better. I was having a rather lucky day. I made a high score in the video game parlor's car racing game and my name would be there everytime a person plays that game. I defeated my friend in air hockey with score 1-7. Then I won chocolates from a game we weren't even playing. The chocolates just dropped down as I passed from there. But it doesn't end there! After that we went to play another game where we could win chocolates but when I played, nothing happened. It a fit of rage I punched it slightly and BOOM! chocolates came pouring out.
Some guys out there just never want to use their own minds. People crave to have a belief. In India, superstitions are present in every lively soul. But the thought of Friday, the 13th isn't an Indian superstition. It's rather internationally acclaimed. It easily becomes a trending topic on Twitter with people talking about all kinds of fears for the day, but for me it'll always remain as a memory to cherish lifelong. The high score thing is the first thing I want to tell everyone around. I wanted to tell it to all my fellow tweeps on Twitter but currently, it is going through some errors so I had to shout about my awesome day over here.
Although I know none of the blogsters are ever gonna be interested in reading this crap, I still think the ones, who by mistake land on this blog, should certainly comment on my posts because I need reviews for them.
As always promised, this post is also gonna be short. As for now The D☻zing Punkster signs off. Cya later punks ! :D
The Day Of The Epic Victory !
It's the night of celebration. It's the night of pride and honor. It's the night of India's epic win against Sri Lanka in World Cup 2011 finals. And it's also the night when I'm too sleepy to write a blog.
The time when the nation is going ga-ga over India's victory after the long 28 year wait to get hold of the cup, I'm quite sleepy but I ended up on my laptop at 2 in the morning. It's not much surprising for me to do such kind of work coz I've always been much of nocturnal :P
After posting a bunch of tweets and having a look at everybody's WC status's on Facebook, I thought why not blog when there's nothing else to do. So here I am thinking about what exactly should be my topic to blog. I'm not an ardent fan of cricket, but I do love to watch the WC, ODIs and IPL especially. But that doesn't mean that I'm going to blog about it anyway!
Now, after smashing my mind to think about my topic of blog post, I've come to a conclusion that there wont be any reason to blog. I'm doing this totally out of my sense as I feel here's the place where I can actually speak out what I want and nobody would give a damn coz I'm quite sure nobody reads my blog :P
I am finally done with my exams and FINALLY done with every taunt I get to hear about "studies". Studying is not my cup of tea, and I know it'll never be. I also know that I ain't scoring well this time.
I don't know why, but suddenly I noticed that I cannot get my mind off the cricket match so I guess I have to talk about it now.
Munaf Patel was an epic coz he wore bermudas for the presentation ceremony (How epic is that!). The players were so overjoyed tonight and the last six scored by Dhoni was truly something worth the win. The players blurted out their emotions as the ball flew further for a 6 when all they required was 4 runs. The crowd roared in high pitch as Dhoni and his boy went to hold the World Cup. I can still sense the cheering of the crowd even though I wasn't in the stadium but the feeling. for sure, is awesome. :D
The D☻zing Punkster is still lost in the spirit of the crowd and the players as she signs off...Coz deep down she knows, she saw the history being created :D
The time when the nation is going ga-ga over India's victory after the long 28 year wait to get hold of the cup, I'm quite sleepy but I ended up on my laptop at 2 in the morning. It's not much surprising for me to do such kind of work coz I've always been much of nocturnal :P
After posting a bunch of tweets and having a look at everybody's WC status's on Facebook, I thought why not blog when there's nothing else to do. So here I am thinking about what exactly should be my topic to blog. I'm not an ardent fan of cricket, but I do love to watch the WC, ODIs and IPL especially. But that doesn't mean that I'm going to blog about it anyway!
Now, after smashing my mind to think about my topic of blog post, I've come to a conclusion that there wont be any reason to blog. I'm doing this totally out of my sense as I feel here's the place where I can actually speak out what I want and nobody would give a damn coz I'm quite sure nobody reads my blog :P
I am finally done with my exams and FINALLY done with every taunt I get to hear about "studies". Studying is not my cup of tea, and I know it'll never be. I also know that I ain't scoring well this time.
I don't know why, but suddenly I noticed that I cannot get my mind off the cricket match so I guess I have to talk about it now.
Munaf Patel was an epic coz he wore bermudas for the presentation ceremony (How epic is that!). The players were so overjoyed tonight and the last six scored by Dhoni was truly something worth the win. The players blurted out their emotions as the ball flew further for a 6 when all they required was 4 runs. The crowd roared in high pitch as Dhoni and his boy went to hold the World Cup. I can still sense the cheering of the crowd even though I wasn't in the stadium but the feeling. for sure, is awesome. :D
The D☻zing Punkster is still lost in the spirit of the crowd and the players as she signs off...Coz deep down she knows, she saw the history being created :D
Cute Lil Pups ! :D
Lately I've come across a group of cute 'lil pups and their so-called parents(I am not sure if they're their kids :P) They're very cute and adorable but since the day I actually met them (31st Jan) one of them has gone missing. He was one of my favorite, very active and playful (and his pics fetched a lot of comments on Facebook :))
Today again when I made a visit, another one had gone missing. After searching for a lot of time, I decided that I should give food to the rest of them. I'm so tensed. I hope he'll be there when I go there again tomorrow.
It has been more than a month since I met them but the way they looked at that time is not the same the way they look now. At that time they were barely a month old and they didn't know there was a garbage dumping area next to them.
Nowadays, everyday when i come, I find atleast one of them in that dumping area searching for food. I feel pity on them but everytime I bring more food, they still don't leave going there. Everyone says they're strays so they'll behave like one. I don't agree with it yet somewhere down the lane, I do.
Over the weeks, their faces have turned pale. They've lost a large amount of fur and there are some blemishes on their skin which makes me think that they couldn't contracted some skin disorder. I'm scared that I might lose them within some months or weeks.
I've already lost my pet but now I don't want to lose these little angels. Before signing off have a look at their pics. These are their one months old one's. They're actually very cute ! :D
http://twitpic.com/49oyhk
http://twitpic.com/49oyxx
http://twitpic.com/49oza6
http://twitpic.com/49ozha
The D☻zing Punkster signs off ...
Today again when I made a visit, another one had gone missing. After searching for a lot of time, I decided that I should give food to the rest of them. I'm so tensed. I hope he'll be there when I go there again tomorrow.
It has been more than a month since I met them but the way they looked at that time is not the same the way they look now. At that time they were barely a month old and they didn't know there was a garbage dumping area next to them.
Nowadays, everyday when i come, I find atleast one of them in that dumping area searching for food. I feel pity on them but everytime I bring more food, they still don't leave going there. Everyone says they're strays so they'll behave like one. I don't agree with it yet somewhere down the lane, I do.
Over the weeks, their faces have turned pale. They've lost a large amount of fur and there are some blemishes on their skin which makes me think that they couldn't contracted some skin disorder. I'm scared that I might lose them within some months or weeks.
I've already lost my pet but now I don't want to lose these little angels. Before signing off have a look at their pics. These are their one months old one's. They're actually very cute ! :D
http://twitpic.com/49oyhk
http://twitpic.com/49oyxx
http://twitpic.com/49oza6
http://twitpic.com/49ozha
The D☻zing Punkster signs off ...
Amul - The Best of India :P
I received these pics through email so I do not own any copyrights. But I definitely would like to know the one who owns it. The D☻zing Punkster likes it :D
B'day Craze
After watching my favorite show How I Met Your Mother, I usually land up on laptop and spent almost 3 long hours doing nothing other than tweeting, facebooking, blogging (occassionally), and all that kind of crazy stuff which pop up in our mind while surfing.
With hardly a day left for my b'day to happen, I'm still not getting that great feeling which you get before you turn a year older. I'm actually quite chilled out and I hope it turns out to be just like any other normal day. Knowing 2 people with whom I share my b'day, I'm relaxed like always because I won't be the only one getting all the attention.
With shopping and probably everything left to do for this not-so-very special day, I hope that everything goes right. Speaking about the presents, I hope they'll turn out to be great too.
As usual, its 2 in the morning and this is The D☻zing Punkster blogging off with a big yawn :O
Good Luck to my dreams :D
The Night of Thoughts
The serenity and the loneliness of this night comforts me as I dig into the keyboard, smashing away the innocent buttons. As my last two paralyzed fingers rest, I wonder why are the days turning cooler when winter is supposed to end.
There was a time when books and my drawings were my bestest friends. But now, as the times changed and so did I, those books were replaced by real friends and my drawings replaced by my mobile/music/laptop ... It has really been a great journey.
There's about 2 weeks left for me to jump a year above. That day is going to be a great treat for me and also for the others. The best part about B'day is that you are pretty excited for the day when you know there's going to be nothing special. Yet as they say, the world survives because of "hope", its better if I look for the positive side.
Unlike the other common blogs, I haven't started blogging in a full-fledged manner, but I do hope I will in the forthcoming weeks. Neither have I decided to write great thesis on my thoughts because its about 2 at night and my mind is too sleepy or rather tired to function after this weary day.
It gives pleasure to stay awake this late (and much better sometimes when you get company). But as there is going to be something called "tomorrow" I have to let my eyes rest for sometime.
So as the sleepy world silently snores, this is The D☻zing Punkster signing off. Good Night People. Adios
Twilight Trailer ( Spoof )
This one is a really great parody of the Twilight trailer. I just loved it and still do from the very first time I happened to come across this. :D
A Man's life through Facebook
This is one of the most amazing videos I've ever seen on Youtube. I think it'll be even on your list of amazing video after you watch this.. ;)
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