Saviour that night

Lying on my bed, lost in random thoughts, I remembered this story that happened to me 3years ago, and I wanted to write it down.

I was 17 when I started my bachelors, like most people of my age, I wanted to get away from home and start a new life in a new place. I joined my college hostel.
But soon after a month I badly wanted to go home, mum wanted me to come too.
After staying at home for few days, I had to leave back to hostel, and this time I was travelling alone, for the very first time.

It was night journey, and there was some guy sitting beside me, I hadn't even seen his face properly, I was very shy to talk to strangers that time. I was clearly instructed not to get down from the bus, till I reach bangalore. Half way through the journey, bus stopped for tea and other refreshments. I still don't know which place was that. I wanted to go to bathroom badly. 

When I looked out, all I saw was lots and lots of buses. I got down, and looked back to see where my bus was, asked people where bathroom was and went.
After coming out, I couldnt find where my bus was. There were so many buses, and it was dark. I thought I knew where it was, but it wasn't there. I panicked, I started running around, trying to find my bus, I asked a couple of drivers,they told me bus had already left.

All my money, all my luggage was in the bus. I didn't know how to tell my papa I was lost, I had no idea how to reach. All I had was my phone with me.

I was alomst in tears, when a voice behind me said "got lost? Forgot where the bus was?" It was the guy who was sitting beside me. He had come in search of me. Before I could even answer he said " come fast, the whole bus is waiting for you" and I followed him.
Yes, he my saviour that night.



PS: I still shudder thinking what would have happend to me, if he hadn't come searching for me that night.

Growing Up To Be A Girl

I was in sixth standard when for the first time in my life, a guy asked me out. I was 11 or 12 years old at that time. He was a year older then me.
My mum had put me for math tuitions. That is where it happend.To this day I do not understand why he did that, I was this thin, dark(thanks to sun hot there!) dirty girl, who used roam everywhere in her bicycle not worrying about getting tanned or anything, playing on streets,with bruises on her knees all the time, I had no sense of dressing nor cared about it, I don't even remember combing my hair or washing my face. Yes I was that bad.
No one had ever paid me any attention, nor was I bothered. I was happy in my own world and little adventures.
I used to collect these mickey mouse stickers back then, one day that guy gave me one of those with those three words written behind it. Well, I was shocked. I didn't even know something like that happens in real life. I didn't know what to do. How could anyone can possibly look at me like that?? I am not that type of girl, I am not even pretty. None of my friends had experienced it how could it happen to me?? Why me?? Those were the only thoughts that came to me back then.
Whole incident changed me. I became shy. I started taking care of myself in public, I grew conscious with guys around. That is how I probably changed from careless kid on street to a GIRL.
Makes me think..Is it necessary for something to happen, to make us change and grow up?? Wouldn't we do it otherwise??


PS: What happend to story uh?? I ended up crying, everyone came to know, and his parents were called. Usual stuff!

Nostalgic

This was the one of the first pictures taken from my new phone, which my parents gifted me for my birthday.
I had just reached college at 7.30 a.m. tired from traveling whole night, right leg bandaged unable to walk properly, along with that I had to carry all my luggage!
I had just got into long distance relationship, he was in some other country now, after he left, there was nothing going right for me, I even tripped and fell in a hole with my leg bleeding and no one around me to pull me up also.
I called up my mom and dad. Almost cried.
But more then that I missed him, I wanted to call him and tell him I hurt my leg, and that it was bleeding,I wanted him to say "appi, it's gonna be alright, don't worry" and make me forget about the pain.
Unfortunately, he didn't have his phone connection yet. There was no way I could contact him. I cried myself to sleep in the bus.
At around 2'o clock in the night, he called me up, by that time the whole leg was swollen, but just listening to his voice made me feel so much better, there was someone for me.
The whole long distance has made me stronger and independent. And I am glad I am doing things on my own, taking decisions on my own, have more time for me and my friends.
But I miss him, and I have to wait months together to see him again.

DAY FOURTEEN

Your earliest memory



One of my earliest memory,is of the day my sister was born.

No, I don't remember how she looked or anything. But I remember standing outside the nursing home with  papa, there were lot of dead and some barely alive honey bee's on the floor. Papa told me not to step on it, cause it'll bite. When papa was telling me this, it actually bit someone, and that person was taken inside for injection or something. I was almost 3 at that time.

Another one, is my first day in new school.

My papa got transferred to this place when I was in UKG, we all had to shift there, so I had to go to this new school. I don't remember the name of the school, but it was a convent and it was huge or the little me felt so. My last school had only three rooms, one for baby sitting, LKG and UKG. So this was scary. I remember telling papa not to go, and he told me I'll be standing outside, you go inside. Obviously, he lied.

Dance practice

Well, in UKG in that huge school, there was a school day I think, so our teachers divided us into group of 2, a girl and a boy.I am writing this cause my partner, was the meanest, cruelest brat ever!!! He fucking used to pinch me all the time. I was this dumb female who didn't open her mouth to talk, let alone to complain about him to the teachers! On the day of the program,I was dressed in orange glittering frocks not the point here, they changed my partner, I had to go through all that for nothing..aarrggghhh!!

PS: Girl who used to sit beside me in 2nd standard used to pinch me too, yes I know I was a dumb kid.

DAY 13!

                          A letter to someone who hurt you

Well, I am confused who do I write it for, its not that lot of people have hurt me, its just that I dont let things go easily.It takes a lot of time for me to forgive and forget.You might say I am one of those stuck up bitches :)So a letter in general to all  those people.

DEAR SOMEONE,

                            Thank you for stopping by in life, you gave me a new experience, and taught me a new lesson. It did hurt when you left, but what you did was the best thing that happend to me.I am a much better person now.

                                                                                                                         

                                                                                                                              yours, someone         

PS: you know the someone is you, when you read this :)

I don't know why I am feeling this, maybe because everything happened on the same month last year, we decided our fates, we decided our lives. But I never gave it a thought, like I have done now, everything is clearer than ever. And it isn't pretty. Two days ago, we spoke about you. After I thought about the whole thing, and it makes me sad. It makes me sad, that it was me who came in between. It was me who changed everything. But you got to trust me; I have told you before also I had no idea at all. Back a year and half ago, I just didn't know something like that was there, or that he ever thought about you, before he made a decision about going for me. I just saw you, like the way I saw my past. I assumed things, a lot of things. When I realized you were more to him, and then I was, I didn't give a thought why, but only thought taking your place, in my defense I was in love. I hated you; I hated everything about you, because he liked you, because he trusted you, because he would've chosen to hurt me, but not you. But you know something, he was also in love with me not you, you were never ready to accept it and let him go, I hated you even more for that. You knew him so well, you made him feel guilty, yes you did, and He still thinks it’s his entire fault. I don't hate you anymore, it’s been a year and we both are very happy in our lives. It’s just that at one point, our future inter dependent. What we chose was best thing that for both of us, even you probably realize that.

A year ago....and now

A year ago...

1-jan-2010, 12.a.m 

In my hostel room

sleeping 

my phone starts ringing, I try ignoring it, it still goes on,half  heartedly open my eyes,its my friend who hasn't called me in quite some time...

me- hey...

friend- heyyyyyy!!! happpppppyyyyyyyyy newwwwwww yearrrrrrr!!!!!!

me- oh,yeah, erm, wish you the same.

friend- where you? what you doing?

me- sleeping.

friend- what you are sleeping on new year's eve? what wrong with you? blah,blah,blah...

After some 15 mins of  conversation,before I went back to sleep, I thought maybe I would something special the coming year.

A year later

31-december-2010, 11.30 p.m.

at home

with my sister watching some cheap ass episode of emotional atyachar, where a fat, ugly foul mouthed bitch and a short purple strapless, price tag not removed dress wearing bitch are trying to hit each other with stones for a fat, bald, pimp like looking gay guy or whatever that the story was, only god should know.

when the clock hit 12, we just turned our head and said happy new year,since we had already eaten the cake, we were supposed to cut at mid night, so there was nothing else to do.

I got 2 text messages,4 calls(excluding my boyfriend), 3 from guys who had asked me out, or were still asking me out and other from a female I haven't met at all, I don't know why she called me, maybe even she felt the same after the awkward conversation.I know,sad set of people who remembered me.

Where the hell were my friends? where they all partying??? I couldn't find out cause I had no balance to call or even text.

Just thought another one of those new year's eve and was fast asleep by 12.30.

Is it better then what I did last year?

hmmm.. I don't know, and who the hell cares!

I will definitely party this year!!! :P