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Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Another Me: My Versions

Hey.. Peeps.. :) So um.. I guess I need to tell more about me. I know I am kinda bore but I know you people are capable enough to tolerate this or what are you doing here on my page? LOL!! Okay, so before I start I ask you to just think of me, I mean what you think of me I am? Just think, as far as you know me. Aye.. you can't cheat, this question has no answers at back of the book. 

So, I am Shreya an HR Executive by profession, single, and an odd duck undoubtedly. Obstinate, organized,   simple, introvert, stalwart, stoic, vivacious, mysterious, outdoorsy, dreamy, hell-bent, optimistic, creative, honest, lazy, love driving, love photography, love gardening, love sketching, love pets, nature lover, addicted to music & writing and a bad cook. -That's what I think I am.

Shreya, single/------- (yep they have doubt whether I am single, how to prove them?), hard-working, heart-stone, lazy, bad cook, punctual, strict, reserved, introvert, dumb, crazy, hates making friends, hates being blasted unnecessarily, loves music, loves writing/reading, has a blog, having no time for anything else, always out of my mind, eggetarian -hates being touched after anyone has non-veg. (and that's when everybody tries to hug me, LOL), always planning to lose weight. -That's what my colleagues think I am.

Shreya, funny, lazy, crazy, witty, helping, caring, creative, short-tempered, simple, shy, always complaining about something, playing pranks, hard-working, nature lover, music lover, loves photography, loves pets, loves gardening, loves sketching, loves reading/writing, can never pick call in one time. -That's what my close friends think I am.

Shreya, lazy, into HR by mistake/ bad luck, never on expectations, always demanding more, having hundreds of excuses, worst cook, obstinate, simple, having no plans to marry, hates mess around, loves music, loves reading/writing, wanted to be fashion designer-writer and what not, hates attending parties/wedding, hates guests, loves mom-dad, still a kid, fights with sister every single day and completely having no chances for improvement. -That's what my parents think I am.

Shreya, uh.. fortunately/unfortunately my sister, boring, still a kid, hard-working, confused, spy reporting to mom, dad's darling, hates who says anything against mom-dad, can kill whoever winks/looks lasciviously, donno dirty slangs but at times can google it and tell, believes in Jesus Christ, loves driving, hates shopping, lazy, crazy, loves photography, loves pets, hate colors, simple, can make good coffee, having no plans to gift something. -That's what my sister thinks I am.

So that's all about me, according to the people who mean to me. Bloggers: you mean to me as well, I would like to know what you think I am according to you. Signing out.. may God bless y'all.. :)

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Separating Identity

Hey.. Peeps.. :) (This smiley is fake one which I've learnt to give as a part of rat race.) Again am back at the only place where I am most of me. Um.. and I guess again am gonna repeat a boring post. I am just fed up of these fucking mood swings. If anybody is having problem with the "F" word I've used then I can't help it, 'cause its the only place I own and where I am me.

J. Krishnamurti
I just don't want to talk to anybody, as always I've deactivated my facebook account, can't switch off my phone cause mom-dad will try reach me. Trying to get isolated, disconnecting myself from external world. Not every why has answer as because, some why(s) have answer as another why only. Why I sound so complicated? Till an hour back I was almost fine, then what has happened in an hour? Nothing, just a mood swing. I feel like separated from the so called world as if I am a lost identity of a kind.
Robin Sharma

I feel like killing myself. I feel like hating everybody equally. I get lost in the most darkest phase I am still trying to name, that enigmatic phase I haunt into. Five people have always helped me to come outta his kinda situation, namely: Jiddu Krishnamurti, Deepak Chopra, Robin Sharma, Robert Harold Schuller & Paulo Coelho. I go through their write-ups and feel better, I can spend hours reading and knowing about them.

Paulo Coelho
May be I'll be feeling fine by next morning, may be not. I donno how will I react Monday morning in office, for I can't paste a fake smile. Tomorrow is Sunday, the only day in week when I wake up late. But I wonder if I'll get sleep today. Do I sound dumb and stupid? Just walk in my shoes, those who have already labelled me as sick. 

Robert H. Schuller
I love it when people read my blog, when they like my blog link, but  when I go through such situation and share such sick posts then I kinda regret telling about my blog. So now are you planning to unfollow/unsubscribe my blog? Where on one side my room-mates are kinda fighting for watching their favorite channels, here am busy in writing my blog completely ignoring their activities. I donno why I get comfort after penning down my feelings here, I am addicted to it.

Deepak Chopra
I am gonna try some chocloates now, I guess it will help me get my mood back to normal. I know I'll be fine but donno when. Um.. One thing I wanna share, donno why: I love helping people but I hate it when people use me for their purpose. How can be people so mean? I continue to wonder. " We are here on Earth to do good to others. What the others are here for, I don't know." -quoted Auden W. H. (another man who inspires me). Anyways, currently listening: Enrique's I've Always Loved You.. ♫ ♪ -yes I sometimes love listening Enrique. Signing out.. may God bless y'all.. :)

Friday, June 22, 2012


I dream and dare to dream more;
people laugh and I pretend I don’t hear,
I walk the paths of my dream;
with handful of hope and unshared fear(s).

Its been great to try all the time;
rather blaming the things and all,
I may lose and get hurt but;
I’ll pick myself up every time I’ll fall.

Life is a game like Peek-A-Boo;
All we need to do is just watch it through.

I wanna know how it feels like to win;
being a failure every time I paid price,
I have made mistakes but learned from it;
it all happened when I tried twice.

Its all about taking chances;
so I keep my eyes on every chance I get,
to make the best of it can be and;
to realize the things, in dreams I met.

Life is a game like Peek-A-Boo;
All we need to do is to be ready to go.

~Shreya ♥
P.S.1. My creation, please do not copy!!
P.S.2. Image: Google
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Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Dumb But Real

Hey.. Peeps.. :) No, today I'll not bore you from my boring prose. No, I am not promising but at least I can make an attempt. Don't laugh, it distracts me from writing something good. (As if I write good, LOL!) Okay, so around an hour back mom called me, asking how am I feeling now? I said, yeah am fine and after a pause I sneezed: aa.. aa.. aakchhooo!! Mom: Yea that I know, how much you are fine. Ah.. caught you: she replied. We laughed it off. 

Moms! They are awesome creatures, they figure everything out before you try to speak. I always had a bad luck while lying. Every time I lied, I got caught. I remember I was hiding my report card at my back when mom asked what are you hiding? Nothing! : I replied. Her next statement was if you want to get it signed then show me. She already knew everything still I made the best possible attempt to hide, as if she doesn't know anything.

Hmm.. I tell you one thing: I asked my mom today: Did you ever had a boyfriend? No: She replied. I wonder why she didn't asked: why? But I can hear you people asking why, right? Nothing, simply. I wanted to ask so I did. My mom also laughed the way most of you are laughing. I feel blessed to have such mom-dad to talk and share anything any time. They always welcome even my dumbest questions. They have always answered my stupid questions except this one: Mom, why you didn't took me to your marriage? -While looking at her wedding album (I was in grade 8 then, to be precise). 

Um.. my work is like this, sometimes people kinda shout on me and I can't shout back on anybody so what I do is I shout back at mirror. Sometimes I love to be stupid. Yes, mind "sometimes". But whatever, I love my work. Yes I really do and that's why I have faith that I'll do something good for me. These days, I guess am putting on weight. I donno, I wanna lose some kgs. I must start walking to office again. But there is a demon called lazyness in me that pulls me back. Not anymore, at least while returning I can walk to my PG. Okay, from tomorrow I am "on". I know I am saying only, again tomorrow I'll wave an auto and reach PG. 

Oops! I guess I said I'll not bore you but I did. Should I thank you for reading my boring prose? If you are nodding your head in vertical then forget, I am not gonna say because I know before you'll reach this line you must have moved outta this page. I am not sleepy, but that doesn't mean I'll make you more bore. C'mon that much sanity I have in me. LOL! But still if anyone has stayed till the last line, then thanks for showing the guts. I may be dumb, but I am real whoever I am. I hate being fake. Okay, I can't torture you people anymore. Signing out.. may God bless y'all.. :)

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Being Stupid

Hey.. Peeps.. :) So am fine now. Oh.. you must be thinking what has happened to me? Well, nothing new same seasonal fever and the irritation it brings along. All that sneeze, itching throat, blood-shot eyes, body-ache and what not. Aa.. Aa.. Aakchhooo! Excuse me! ;) Well, do anybody feels like am tryna demonstrate how much sick I am? Or I am asking for empathy/sympathy? If yes, then its true. Now if you are tempted to ask any why? Then its because: nobody cares! Aww.. poor me! 

So this week I was completely out of my mind, tried to say something and something else I've said. Tried to do something and did something else. I went beyond limit when I did these: 

  • Punching my access card in front of lift/washroom and snarling back why the hell its not getting open.
  • Asking auto driver to drop me at the place I am already standing.
  • Holding receiver of phone and instead of dialing number I was pressing numbers on keyboard.

I know, this is much more stupid than it sounds. But still with all honor and proud I accept that I did all this and proved myself stupid again. If you will ask me how many times I've proved myself stupid? Then I'll say: I've kinda lost count. Still I have no commitments towards any improvements and this is what we should do when people beg: stay the same. ROFL!!

I know am stupid, now many of my friends and colleagues also know this. And the best thing is that the first time they believe me without any of my effort. LOL!! Laugh it off, people. This week, I missed home so much, I was sick and I felt like calling my family here and see them. But the most possible thing I can do was to call or chat with them. Good thing about being sick is mom dad get ready to get me anything I want that too without any condition. Worst thing about being sick is everyday there is half an hour lecture on my diet chart and other instructions. 

I know am talking all shit, and before you move out of this page, I better leave. But before that I must tell ya one thing, try being stupid sometime, 'cause its better being stupid than completely being bore. Signing out..may God bless y'all.. :)

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Cry Me A River

There is something that makes me feel sad;
I donno what but it hurts so bad,
I just wanna be alone and cry out;
I guess this is what life’s all about.

Tears do cover my eyes;
they come from where my pain lies,
it completely drains my tears;
and surrounds me with unknown fears.

I donno what is wrong;
is it something I shouldn’t but I came along?
I know I’d promised I’ll smile forever;
but I’ve to ask, cry me a river.

Bring me back to the life again;
all my joy away from the pain,
I donno what to do of the promises; I kept?
so make me cry out till no more tears are left.

I keep rolling in the bed;
nobody cares about the tears I shed,
why then it bothers me?
I feel stupid for all this to be.

What do I do?
It tears my heart through,
every time I think I’ll never;
but I’ve to ask, cry me a river.

~Shreya ♥
P.S. My creation, please do not copy!!
P.P.S. Image: Google

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Great Expectations

Hey.. Peeps.. :) How is life going? Am I here to ask this? Well, no. So why am here? Well, I guess I need no reason to be here, to write, to blog. Um.. yes, I got something to share. I know, you wanna know what's it? So should I tell you? Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Hold on.. lemme tell ya, there is nothing so special, so stop staring at the screen, lol! 

Um.. this week was hectic, tight schedule and lot of work. Saturday was also full working day. Imagine my condition this Saturday: I woke up at 7:30 a.m., staring at my room-mates sleeping, and then looking at myself getting ready for office half-heartedly. I know, you ain't wanna know this but I wanna tell this. Please tolerate. *Grin*

My Watch! Nice, No?
So today I and all my room-mates went for shopping, though I am not shopaholic but when I want to buy something I am *on* then. So I purchased a Fastrack watch and I should be honest that there was flat 50% off on Fastrack watches and shades for this Saturday & Sunday only, and this was the reason that dragged me to the nearest Fastrack store. And this is where a big amount of my rest of the salary gone leaving me bankrupt, whew!

So I guess now I need not to demonstrate how much I like Fastrack. Why, I ask why they flaunt such nice hand bags that distracts me every time I have a look, but one thought just one thought makes me take my steps back and I know you are smart enough to figure that out, of course that is my falling account balance with the speed of bullet. 

All this reminds me of "Pip" from "Great Expectations" by "Charles Dickens". Here is an image of my new- new watch, that is how it looks like. Nice, no? Um.. I can hear you people saying wow! and kinda jealous as well, lol. Well, I love it. :) Signing out.. may God bless y'all.. :)

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Heart Stone

When I fall, nobody comes to pick me up;
people stare at me and laugh and laugh,
they elbow me out but I pick myself up and stumble;
and still people expect me to be humble.

I just pretend to be good;
why shouldn’t I if they could?
they play games, they lie, they flatter;
and every time they do, I shatter.

I don’t wear heart on my sleeve;
even when I tell truth they don’t believe,
So I stay quiet, I stay alone;
and they think I am a heart stone.

I can’t be sorry, for I donno how to flaunt;
I just can’t be the way they want,
I have no regrets for the way I am;
So I chuck it when people start to blame.

Don’t temme what to do;
‘cause I already know,
all I ask them is to mind their business;
but they just can’t, I guess.

Let it be, I just don’t care;
now it doesn’t matter for me if they stare,
they won’t understand me till am gone;
so why do I care for such heart stone(s)?

~Shreya ♥
P.S. 1 My Creation, please do not copy!!
P.S. 2 Image: Google
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Friday, June 1, 2012

Still Moving On

Hey.. Peeps.. :) As office working hours are increasing for me, my possibilities to go home is decreasing. Now its 7:30 p.m. for me almost everyday. I am kinda bored, yea! I look for somebody to take me out, I mean I wanna go to visit places in Bangalore but tragedy is who will?? FYI, somebody doesn't mean "somebody special".. lol! Yea, I am left with no friends with me here in Bangalore except few of my colleagues and they are busy with their lives. I know, I know you are tempted to ask me what about my room-mates? 

Hmm.. what to say, we never have plans to go. We are having our respective friends. Its like sharing same room and having nothing to do with each other's lives. 4 months are over in Bangalore, still I hardly know anything about it. I know the area around my office and PG, rest I have to google it. So who wants to come with me?? Put your hands down people, we are at different places so we can't meet and this is another tragedy. 

Monday is gonna be somewhat different for me, as my training is over for new role. By Monday I have to deal with all HR related things and I just hate Mondays, phew! Saturday, Sunday is off. 2 days off and what the hell I am supposed to do in these two days? Umm.. sleep? Nah..! Wash clothes? That's already done this Thursday! Skype? Uh.. that is set as default.. but how long? People, suggest me something or I'll go mad sitting two days at PG.

Cute! No?
Currently listening to Britney's "From The Bottom Of My Broken Heart" and I can relate myself with few of its lines, here it is: 
Never look back, we said;
How was I to know I'd miss you so?
Loneliness up ahead, emptiness behind;
Where do I go?

Hmm.. I'll find something to do, I hope. What else? Umm.. yea, today in lunch I went out of office and there I found one kitten. It was so cute that I couldn't resist myself and I took few images. I just love kittens and pups. Here is one image, though people around gave that WTF look and I just returned that WTF look at them. Things around me are good and bad, messed up and organized, pleasant and unpleasant, in simple words its a tough combo and I've just accepted and am still moving on. Hmm.. Signing out.. may God bless y'all.. :)