Once up on a time there lived a little girl who dreamed of going to school.We can all her Rupa.

She lived with her grandmother who was not capable of sending her to the school which was far away from her little house. Her grandmother could not afford the transportation charges and fees for fetching her to school. Rupa listens to the stories about school from her friends. She  persuades her friends to tell her what they learned in school. Every night she would dream about going to school and learning great things. One day.....

To be continued..................

Uttarakhand......When nature strikes it does with full force...........how many are dead? how many missing? no body knows..........Seems like nature doesn't want to stop...........

All we can do is pray and wish all those stranded are safe somewhere.........

Finally my PhD is over.................

It has been more than a month now and still does not sink in that I have a PhD now.
I registered in 2009 for PhD and got degree in 2013. Five long years of prayer, hard work, pain, anxiety, stress, frustration, and struggles along with support from my family, friends, and faculty.....

And I am happy...............
:)

controlling my thoughts...................

Some wise woman/man once said that thought is faster than light. It is true, it is extremely difficult to control the amount of thoughts that passes through my mind/brain (where ever it is). Happy, sad, worry, anger, funny, bad or evil, jealous, fear all kind of emotions have their place in my thoughts. Sometimes i wonder why on earth am i thinking certain things. It is curious what happens if we always speaks our mind or what we think. O God!!!!!!!!!!!!! that would be disastrous......... I can't even think of it.

It is pleasant to have nice warm relaxing thoughts, taking things positively, being at peace with one self. It is a difficult thing to find peace with oneself when we fight with our self. It is a tedious path but the fight is worth it...........trust me. Basically deep down we are all good and that is what matters the most.......have a nice time 

sharing time with friends........

Sharing time with friends is a good thing, visiting a friend's house, cooking with her, washing and cleaning after eating, chatting (mostly gossiping), having tea, making fun of each other........it is an endless list. Earlier i used to be hesitant to spend time with friends because i never had many friends and those who were close to me lived in other cities. Mumbai has changed my life a lot (positively); i made a few friends, started spending time with them and found it okay to spend time with friends. 

I have to agree that i wasn't very good at making friends but by God's grace the friends i have are good and accept me the way i am. That is what we all expect from a friend - acceptance and care.......

In the past (a few years ago) i wasn't good at all in maintaining friendship but even then i used to have one good friend who really cared for me, I don't know how but there was always someone to support and care me. they didn't expect me to give that back but they were there........and they still keep in touch with me.....Thank you so much for being such a good friend...

I am thankful to God for giving me such good friends......
:)

August 7......a big loss.....

August is a painful memory, this is the month i lost my brother forever.........
I wasn't a great sister but i loved my brother, i don't know how much he loved me......
In retrospect our relationship wasn't the ideal bro-sis relationship but a very normal and regular one.....i wasn't aware of many things in his life and neither did he know what was happening in my life....but the vacuum his death made was huge in our life......sometimes i  feel he is alive and hiding from us.....but i know that is not true......
It has been three years now and still the memories are as fresh as it happened yesterday....all the memories i have about him is connected to our childhood.....we were close then, he used to play with me and was very fond of me.....later when we grew up we became two different individuals and we distanced from each other......the distance became so wide that we rarely call each other.........
Before his death we didn't call each other for a month not because we were angry with each other but we didn't find time to call each other......we never felt the need to call....i feel guilty that i didn't call him for so long, i should have called him everyday but i didn't.......i wasn't a good sister......and i am really very sorry about that.....where ever you are please forgive me......and rest in peace..

I miss you my dear brother.....  

miles to go before i sleep........inspiration

Inspiration is one word that surprises me all the time, because most of the time i drew inspiration from small incidences. Why? i don't know........
There are moments in life where nothing inspires you and you just want to enjoy that melancholy ......after many days you resurrect from the pain and get on with life......It gives a lot of energy to make the rest of the time......
I wish each day i could do something good, something different (not harmful for others off course) something which make me feel worthy, most of the days i feel that i have done something good and different but there are days i felt so unproductive and sad......the worst part is that you cannot do anything about it.......
The best part of a productive and happy day is that you keep thinking about it and tell no one (at least in my case) about it....that feeling of happiness and success is just for me to put confidence in myself to believe that i can become a better person day by day.......

May all of you have a happy day........ :)