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I just  have to  make a post today! :D Colour display, polyphonic ringtone, integrated flashlight, FM radio, incredibly lightweight and best of all, the battery LASTS for DAYSSSSSS!!!!!! Read  this  if you want to feel the awesomeness of Nokia 1oo. :P   And , this is about the fact that I spent the whole year (okay, minus a few days) with a basic Nokia, Nokia 100 (yes, in this age of smart phones. How great is that? Very!). So..Yup! No Whatsapp, not-every-time-Facebook, no other apps and no music player...but it has something I am sure most of the phones do not have today- a Torch :P :D Oh! I would miss this torch  wala  phone. Well, I am not abandoning it right away but soon I will (I'll let it complete at least one  full  year with me ;-)). I'll truly miss these  torch-wale-phone wale din.  When this phone came to my life in January this year , i.e. when my old phone got damaged, it had a blue body and it truly looked like a toy purchased from a  toy-shop   g

The end of the year is approaching, and there are few pages left in my diary. Something right's happening, no? It's unusual because despite wanting to, I have never been  a person to start a new diary in the beginning of every year (this year I will :D) as a) I am  was not a person who writes regularly, b) or who is organized enough to keep one diary at a time or c) somebody who would actually take up the same diary she has kept for random (and sometime thoughtful) scribblings and write at the back of  any notebook or on a random paper, yeah this is my laziness. Worse than that, you'd never find my diaries neat, of course I'd never show it you! :P Diary, pen, marker and a better  phone :P Clicked more than an year before! My last diary, the one which is almost finished (I am already not calling it my "present" diary :P, I am actually excited to start a new diary in the new year. Yeah, imagine a kid writing this post :/ ) is of 2011, in which I start

Its ironical when you send a not so complete post to a friend before publishing it, and later you tell her to not to read it because its kinda personal & crap and two days later you come up with a post that you consider quite personal and publish it to the world. The former post was probably a hundred times more casual than the one you published. I have always been very reluctant to share the inner me. May be it stems from the experiences when I tried and was misunderstood & perhaps because I fear judgement on my deep inner emotions or insane vulnerabilities as has been earlier, though in a not-so-serious manner. Or may be this reluctance was always there. Whenever I would write something, a  part of me would be screaming yells of pain when words would form a sentence but those sentences together lack the feeling that I ache to share.  Though on a personal blog, you are, kind of, supposed to rant, I don't know but any post on personal life or on that deep inner side of m

Its an evening of strange emotions where I am feeling sad, alone, left out, hopeless and experiencing all those emotions which are making my life hell. I don't know who can I go to. I am feeling hurt for no reason. I want to talk yet I am finding it so difficult to make a call to anyone. I just can't make myself to pick my cellphone. I am sad and feeling angry on my own self for feeling this way. I have no solution. I do not understand this side of me. I am holding back tears while writing this. I don't know what is better-to cry for a while and feel lighter or be controlled and let it pass. I am finding it so difficult to express this, even to myself and I don't even know if is it wise to write it here. I am longing for a support, am longing for a friend to do things together, I am longing for someone to cheer me up and am longing for someone to share my deepest vulnerabilities with. I am longing for someone to crack a nasty joke with. I am feeling anxious where I a

Share with me what you liked about the book. Your favorite characters, favorite lines, favorite incidents. If you read books & are reading this blog too, please leave a reply. :-) Happy Moments! Happy Reading!!!

I remember the time in 2012, January or February, when I began reading , I was so hungry for books. I would spend the whole day reading. And the books I read then, I still remember the story, some lines even today. I used to have at the most three unread books at a time, not starting a book until I was done with the one I was reading. I might not have read many , but that was better. Slowly I developed a mania, not exactly of reading but of purchasing and collecting. Collecting books is a hobby, even an obsession but I am not against that. But I am against piling up unread books one over the other onto the bookshelf. It’s a pure disregard. Or may be it doesn't work for me! I just hate my bookshelf these days. It’s having so many good books yet I am not reading any. In fact, even if I am reading, I have realised that it’s more to finish a book than to read. I am in the middle of four books this time. It sucks you know. Leave. So, no more purchases

Appreciation is what we all like to get. Specially if it comes from a an unexpected source or at an unexpected time. Unexpectedly, as I published my third article yesterday, I got the following mail from one of my seniors. Of course I was delighted. You can read the full article here:  http://www.edukart.com/blog/how-to-boost-to-creativity-and-productivity-at-work/ A lot has happened in past few days and I am dying to blurb out here and I'll do it shortly.  Till then, Happy Moments!! N Ya, A Very happy Friendship day to you and your friends. Friends are really special. As you read the above article, do add one more point from my side. Make time for friends. Meet them often (apart from facebook and whatsapp). Value your friends. Be a good friend. value your friendships :-) Like my page On Facebook  HERE

I clicked it while roaming in a market. Sometimes, the table is not a complete mess :P The clock on my computer table. Fridge Magnet Clicked for no particular reason! My room, when it is tidy. Of course the credit goes to my mom :-) Like my page On Facebook  HERE

A Poem of mine is published here. I hope you Like it :) http://www.beingpoet.com/i-will-wait/ Like my page On Facebook  HERE

*FICTION* I was going through all the messages and chats we had shared just a month back. How things change I wonder!! Re-reading them was like going through many emotions. Those lines still gave me the same smile, same laughter the way they had given me a month before or so. Though yes, this time, those were accompanied by a li'l sadness and a wish. A part of me still wished if it could be continued, if we could take it further. A wish that at least it should not have ended so abruptly like this. He thought for a while and thought about calling her. Perhaps he could change this. There was no point in continuing but he was feeling a turbulence inside him. He had always felt something different about her. After his previous relationship which ended on a bitter note, he came across somebody different. The reason why they became friends and then why he chose to end everything were unknown to him. It started all of a sudden and then ended. He knew he had his 'be pract

I hear the forced ease in his voice And perhaps I understand now, So I choose to let it go... You meet someone and see a reflection of your soul And all you want, is to know him better, To speak, to tell, to hear Without any commitment, any promise. But sometimes, the other persons has his doubts The other person has his fears So I choose to let it go.... Destiny is what makes two souls meet But we choose who we want in life who we do not, When he has made a decision, I must respect that. So, I choose to let him go..... And I know, I have a life to live, and not just live but live to the fullest, So I choose to let him go And live his dreams And I'll live mine. Coz this time I cant afford to lose myself for anything, any place, any expectation or anyone, For any regrets And keep faith That whatever happens, happens for the best. So I choose to let him go.... (c) Priyaa Arora Letting go.....it's important, no??? Situations arise and teach you