Priyaa Scribbles Here... :)

I am hell of an insomniac…..mere 4 5 days off from the work, the routine is gone, body clock is disturbed and mind starts wandering…..However this time, thanks to a shift of room ( yes, my family has finally understood that a 21 yrs old girl is a grown up and needs a separate room…thank you God J ) and this blog, that sleepless nights are not spent on futile thinking. Tonight, I just opened an old diary I used to maintain earlier to write poems (from class 8 th to class 12 th ). I am smiling at some of the stupid poems I had scribbled, perfectly rhyming and with no meaning. No actually it’s not devoid of meaning but somehow the incidents I remember which had inspired me to write sounds so childish that I want to laugh.   Any ways here is the poem. Teenage Blues!! Hey! I want a change. But things have gone beyond my range But still I know I can change it. And I think I can face it. I can do what I feel like my duty, What I can do on my part. But stil

For the Last 8 days, I have been logging onto this "new post" page atleast twice a day, trying to find something to do. ( yeah m such a velli  these days :-D). Tried Sunday scribbling, and some memes but they did not interest me. And just minutes back I found this blog . and now i am gonna tell 14 Random facts about myself. This is a difficult task for me as I am really unsure of myself and I am random too. Once my friend told me that Rajma Chawal is her favorite and asked if it was my favorite too. And the truth is I could not tell.  Even today I cant tell whether they are my favorite or not. Really !! So, Here it goes.....Tan ta dan......Ladies and gentlemen....Presenting...14 Random facts about Myself: 1)   I make Tea . Good Tea . All my relatives have told me that. ( I started making tea when I was in 8th standard. Today I am 21.5 yrs old, and I still know Tea only. I do not and cannot make any other thing.) I just hope this  is not the reason I am always

So far, both the posts have been poems. This blog happened all of a sudden. I had tried blogging earlier also but I just could not pen what I intended to. So I just was happily reading blogs. ( So far my favorite has been , undoubtedly, Preety Shenoy) . And then, In one of the low ( in search of a more appropriate word) moods, when I was really shattered, ( I still am, because I am yet in search. And some time I still think of the Dreams Unfulfilled. But I hope I find my way soon :) ), I scribbled a poem and shared in blogosphere. Whenever somebody appreciates any of my poem, One person comes into my mind- My teacher, Mrs. Elizabeth Phillips. She was my teacher in class 11th. She has always been an inspiration. She is a wonderful teacher and above all, she is a wonderful human being. She is somebody who doesn't just go to school because that's her job, or somebody whose prime objective is to cover the syllabus and make students cram things that they don't understand at