That Surprise Birthday Party

When you make someone feel special, they make you feel even more special by letting you know that you were able to make that person feel special. I have always believed that the real happiness lies in seeing others happy because of you and this was the reason why I planned to give a surprise birthday party to my one month old room-mate-cum-friend.

In the one month spent with her, she told me about thousand of her unfulfilled desires and to-be fulfilled aspirations, I used to keep looking for the one I could fulfill because she was special for me, she was the second room-mate of my life and she wasn’t bad to me like the first one. So I wanted her to know what she means to me.

One day she told me that she has always wanted to be given surprises on her birthday but because she is from a small-town, birthdays had been a mere reason to pray to God and arrange a proper puja at home. But her wishes were to feel special, to maybe get a big card with a lot of things written for her inside it, get to cut the birthday cake, etc.

I never let her feel that I might even think of fulfilling it and I actually didn’t until the day before her birthday when I totally went restless wondering how could I let go her birthday just like that, when I know what she wants and I am capable of fulfilling it. If not anyone else in the hostel, being her room-mate I do have to do something special for her.

That day itself, I went out to arrange the surprise although I had already got a gift for her, which was one of her pictures framed in a large size. That day in the evening she was out for shopping, so I utilized the opportunity and got the necessary things for the treat. I got her a big card, one baked cake, some yellow roses, candles, balloons, 3 birthday caps – one for her, one for me and one for my other closest friend in our hostel.

By the time she was to arrive, I had decorated the room, called in all the other girls, lit the candles and switched off the lights.

The very other moment, she opened the door and got totally stunned. The surprise treat was a great success, especially because it happened a day before which made it totally unexpected. She dropped me a SMS later saying that I touched her heart. I got too elated.

Later at night, I was cleaning my room. She was busy on her phone and my other closest friend was helping me out. When I went out to use the dustbin, I overheard the bunch of other girls gossiping about the event, when I heard one girl saying – ‘Nobody does so much for a month-old-friend, Saumya did it just to show off her wealth.' At first, I wanted to laugh, laugh out hard at those silly girls because I am really not that wealthy but then I realized I had tears in my eyes. I got a feeling that whatever I did with all the love I had for my friend was rejected. Appreciation was not what I wanted, because for appreciating an effort in making the other person feel special, the other person’s smile is more than enough. I just didn’t want to be misunderstood.

I was disturbed for a very long time. I know I was silly in not taking that criticism sportingly. I used to keep thinking I really shouldn’t have done it. Who the hell was I to take care of her birthday? I stopped sitting in the gossip sessions of the girls. I actually started avoiding them.

Then one day in the evening I went up to my neighbor room, and hopped in between the two of my best buddies in my hostel. My roomie was busy in filling up someone’s slam book, and I was peeping into it to read her entries, unaware that peeping into it will only make me glad.  

What my eyes got fixated on was the answer to the ‘fill in the blank’ question – “the best day of your life _______” to which she answered – ‘My 18th Birthday, when I was given a surprise treat by my room-mate.’

Getting to know that, that was the best day of her life, what else could I have asked for from God to make me get over the gossip girls. I realized, I was overlooking the sole objective behind my efforts and that it was fulfilled. Who cares about what other thinks!

This one's for you Housewife

My dear housewife Tanvi!

Happy birthday to you! You are finally 18 – Yay!!! =D

Main tumhare liye karwa chauth toh nai rakh sakti mujhse bhook control nahi hota par bhagwan tumko meri umar de! Tum jug jug jiyo!

I just want to tell you 18 things on your 18th birthday and here it goes :-

1. I really enjoy being with you. And wherever I enjoy more without you I always wish you were there!
2. I love the way we share all that happened in our and our separate friends’ life who the other person doesn’t even know!
3. I love the way how we share each and every feeling we had for our first love to our last love!
4. I love the way how I always say what you were about to say and then the way you react!
5. I love the way you always hit me and I say sorry! :P
6. I love the way you try to wake me up in the morning and leave for college leaving me home and asleep. But yeah that doesn’t mean ye chalta rahega.. you’ve to learn to wake me up anyhow you lazybum! ;)
7. I love the way you get irritated whenever I walk home from college. :P
8. I love the way you tell me the same story every other day…:P
9. I love the way you praise yourself and then say ‘main toh khud hi ki tariff karti rehti hu’! That’s so cute of you!
10. I love the way you never get pissed when any of us teases you!
11. I love the way how we wake up whole night doing nothing!
12. I love the way when we get hungry in the middle of the night specially when we have nothing to eat!
13. I love the way how once you made me sleep early at night! Remember? ;)
14. I love the way we try random clothes at random showrooms and click pictures in the trial rooms and buy nothing!
15. I love the way how we eat ice-cream every night!
16. I love the way how we talk about anything and everything!
17. I love the way how you take care of me when I am not well!
18. And lastly I love you a lot from the core of my heart!

Living with you in the same room 24*7 brings only one difficulty for me and that is in preparing any surprise for you. But I wanted to do something @midnight when actually your birthday begins so this is all that I could do for you. I just want to wish you loads of happiness and success! Bhagwan kare tumhare wardrobe me tumhare pati ke kapdo ke liye jagah ban jae ;) :P. And lastly I want to thank you for coming into my life and giving me strength to live this new life, special thanks to you for that day when you were ready to accompany me outside at 10:00p.m when I was in an emergency. You said you won’t let me go alone and that meant so much to me. I always somehow trusted you as a friend but that day you simply touched my heart! Those words gave me power to fight, those words made me realize that if a friend is ready to risk her life for me then how can I leave someone at risk! I know you must have understood what all I meant; I really can’t explain it right here right now. J

I just love you babe. Many many happy returns of the day! :*

Friends forever..

Saumya!

Goodbye Dhanbad

Dhanbad - Don't know what this place means to me. Perhaps nothing or perhaps everything. I don't know.When I came to Dhanbad because of my Dad's transfer 8 years ago, I wasn't happy because I loved the place where I spent my childhood. My friends, my school, the home where I lived were my life. The place was Jhumri Tilaiya. I still remember three of my friends there namely Ankita, Aakansha and Neha. When I shifted here. I still remember I used to see my 3 JHUMRI friends in my dreams every night. I used to miss them terribly. But sooner I got used to Dhanbad. And then was my first day in Delhi Public School, Dhanbad.

I got in section D of class 4. I was scared to death on my first day. But Madam Madhushree was so gentle and sweet that all my fears just flew away. I sat with ***** but could never develop good friendship with her. Because there was groupism. There were two groups. One was of rankers and one was of dumbos. I was never a ranker so I preferred walking in to the group of dumbheads who were actually the sweeter ones. The rankers were harsh and a bit proudy but I never hated them. I somewhat envied them. And wanted to have friendship with them. which was absolutely impossible on their side. And the days passed, I got along really well with the sweet little useless group. Nobody really liked talking with any of us unless someone was really good-looking. And I used to look like a moron. I had small hair. REALLY SMALL, I used to get haircut where my brother used to get. I had pimples on my nose. And I was 5'3" at that time. I was counted among the tallest girls but that didn't help me for a longer period of time because I didn't grow vertically but rather horizontally. And my tall classmates grew taller and I shifted in the group of average hieght wali larkiya. Which was another impetus behind my mockery. But this happened when I was in class 8 when I really gained weight.

But from class 4 to 8. One magic happened. The rankers group broke. They got in to a bad fight. And two girls left that group and that was the moment when I didn't want to lose the opportunity to get along with those girls and there I offered my lunch to those two wonderful girls (Sneh Lata and Umika Aishani) who actually never belonged to that group and we became the best of friends. From class 5 to 7, I, Umika, Sneh Lata, Monalisa (was already a ranker but was with us since the beginning), Meenakshi, Sakshi, Kanwal, Pragya, Nidhi, and Sujata, we were the happiest group. We loved each other and had the most rocking time of our life. I and Sneh Lata were the inseparable kind of friends. Like the twins. We used to fight like crazy, talk all the time in class and on phone afterwards, laugh vivaciously, and get everything same to same. The most famous was our fastrack watch :). Even the teachers knew about us. And I have always loved her.  Umika was the life of our group, cracking jokes all the time, playing pranks with everyone and anyone. I remember her masterpiece on which we still laugh. We were at Koyla Nagar More and she asked a rickshaw wala if he will go to Koyla Nagar, he said yes he will and her reply was 'to jaiye na khare kyun kisi ne roka hai kya'... :P Paagal larki. Monalisa was the girl I admired the most. She was the most dedicated and sincere of all. And I had the time of my life with her in class 4. I used to play badminton with her in class room, using scale and paper rolls. And the Mangal Pandey incident if anybody remembers. :PKanwal was and is still the prettiest of all. Used to bring the yummiest lunch. And uske ghar pe I used to enjoy the most. The true angel and the sweetest heart. If I can say one thing to Kanwal it would be a simple "I LOVE YOU." And the rest 5 girls - Meenakshi, Sakshi, Pragya, Nidhi and Sujata were all same of the kind. Real sweethearts and pure gems. But. Here comes a BUT. We all were separated in class 8. Section was changed. I got 8 C. And I had just one of our group with us. SNEH LATA. She covered up all the sorrows of separation in me. And I hope I did the same for her. In class 8 one more girl was from our section and she was Swetambaree but she wasn't from our group. And I didn't know her at all. But she was Sneh Lata's old friend so they got back along and even I got to know her. As groupism didn't exist anymore. So we all were friends. And then I made the most special friend of my life. Roshni.Thodi Paagal si hai, khud bhi nai janti ki usne kis tarah se mera life badal diya. I love her from the bottom of my heart. Whenever I see her cry, I get a very strong feeling of destroying the one who made her cry. And you know guys, we became friends because of her tears only. One day I saw her really upset and don't know why but it affected me and I just asked Sneh Lata to sit with Swetambaree for a period so that I could sit with her and know what is wrong. That was the day which brought light in my life. Literally Roshni was filled up in my life. I have had  my first crush, my first love, my first heart-break, everything with her. And the best thing is that she is my neighbor.

In class 9. I had the time of my life. The life of class 8 and 9 was Deepshikha. I bet nobody can get bored in her company. She used to take us to the roller-coaster ride of laughter. And I made some new awesome friends like Richa - She is our cute little bubly girl, very entertaining and sweet jiske pet me koi baat nai pachta... :P

Then I joined ND sir's tuition in Daffodil. There I made some friends for life like Sabia and Manasi. Our Chidiya Ghar. Sabia is the one I love hanging out with. She is just so caring kisi k sath kuch bura hota to she calls me up and warns me that I should be careful so that I don't get into any kind of mess. She is the most babelicious girl of DPS in my eyes. And I love her. And Manasi, she is the soft- hearted, sweetheart, very caring and the most trustworthy one I have ever known. Meri girlfriend thi yeh. Dhokha dedi. I miss you yaar.  :)And then again Sections changed in class 10th. Sneh Lata and I was separated apparently. I and Roshni got "A". And I made one more gorgeous soul my friend. Neha Choudhary. Super-sweet and extremely adorable. I can never forget the photo-sessions I have had with her. And the way she has always been right up to take care of me. Love you babe. 

I, Neha and Roshni used to sit together. Fun utna school me nai hua because my bad time had started but yeah if they weren't there I wouldn't have been here. And there were few more lovely girls like Vasundhara and Anamika who I admired the most of the lot. Anamika - I have know her since Class 8. She is very pretty and she has a very big heart. Too good for common people. :)Vasundhara - Well, I have never known her personally but yes I like her. Facebook has always made me feel connected with her in a way different from everybody else. I know she has a long way to go. And somehow I believe that she will stand out in the crowd in our future. :)From Class 11th to 12th - I got into commerce. And there were only two in the lot who I knew very well. And they were Anamika and Manasi. But I really don't want to talk about class11th and 12th as those 2 years were the worst time of my life.  And that is the reason why I wonder if Dhanbad really means anything to me.

Well you must be thinking that I didn't mention a word about any of the guys. Well I  can't forget to write about Ankit Aishvarya, Harsh Vardhan, Tushar Bhaskar, Archit Soni, Rashid Alam, Aaditya Agarwal, Arnabjit, Shivam Sngh, and Pratik Sagar Mishra.  

Ankit Aishvarya - Well words would be less if I sit to write about him. His kind of guys are rare to find. He is 5 years older than me. But he is the best of all. He is just amazing. He is the one I can count upon in any situation. The one I never wanna lose. I am grateful to God that he made me meet you! :) 

Harsh Vardhan - Haha.. Mera bhai hai... The only guy jise maine rakhi bandhi. Because dil se bhai mana ise. Fokut me rakhi bandhna meri fitrat nahi hai. :P He has been through my thick and thin. He is ever-ready to fight for me. He gave me strength in the hardest time of my life. :)

Tushar Bhaskar - Another gem of a person. Very generous, caring and sweet. I love his childish way of talking. Very cute. :)

Archit Soni - Man, this guy is just so well-natured. In DPS Dhanbad, Mombatti leke bhi courtsey dhondho to kisi larke me nai milegi aj k date me. In class 11th and 12th - when I used to come to school after my long holidays he used to always ask me about my well-being. And for this gesture I will never forget him. :)

Rashid Alam, Aaditya Agarwal, Arnabjit - The mad guys. They know how to make someone laugh. Extremely funny. I have always enjoyed their company. :) 

Shivam Singh, Pratik Sagar Mishra - Kabhi nai samajh payi in dono larko ko. But they are fun to be with. Ye log kahe kuch bhi aur kare kuch bhi hai dil ke nek. :P Shivam is very supportive and understanding. Someone I can share secrets with. :) And Pratik the one who has always boosted me up by greeting me with adding a designation after 'Miss' whenever calling me. (Miss Writer, being his and my fav. :D)

Huh! Finally khatam hua. And now I conclude that I can't hate this place for 3 bad years forgetting 5 years of awesomeness. I love you all. I love you Dhanbad and I am gonna miss you all. 

Bubyeee....

Take Care

My Special Someone Would Be:

Someone who would not consider my exuberance as my over-confidence.
Someone who would not think that I am flaunting when I share about my beliefs and principles.
Someone who would understand my silence; who would understand what I am going through without me telling him.
Someone who would assure me that he loves me rather than preaching me when I am mad.
Someone who would just hug me when I am in tears before asking me about the matter.
Someone who would do little efforts to make me feel special
Someone who would accept me with my past because all the happenings in anyone's life whether good or bad gives experiences and lessons; past doesn't make one weak in any way.
Someone who would be mine and only mine.
Someone who would love me more emotionally rather than physically.
Someone I would be sure of.
Someone who I would marry.
And I will be 'this' someone for my someone

The Real One

You are unique just like everyone else. But to find that uniqueness is what I have been doing since a long time. It was me in the group of friends who never did anything off-beat. Even if I did I was not perfect,there are many others who are better than me like in dance ,swimming, music, sports, or even studies. Nothing was my forte, I was jack of all treads, master of none.

Being jack of all treads was special in its own way at least I knew something (something is better than nothing). But I was not satisfied. I was not unique. Even after watching the movie "Taare Zameen Par" I felt like "Bechaare Zameen Par."

I had and still have a habit of writing diary which contains everything about what goes on in my life, what I want, basically its a self-centered journal. Throughout that diary my soul is bared - my hurts, the frustrations and betrayals I had experienced. Every ounce of pain, longing and joy, every feeling of love and loss is right there in black and white. I have it all there, every little detail of who I am. I wrote about everything and everyone related to me.

I longed to know my uniqueness, something I could call a talent. My hunt for talent continued and there the "Law of Attraction" worked, I was asked from a friend of mine to write about her love life, She believed that I am good at English and I can write well. (Thanks a lot friend!)

I gathered every little detail about her love life and sat to write. That was my first attempt to write something which was not related to me in any way. My aim was to write it short and fulfilling. All my efforts on "Heaven to Hell" were appreciated and encouraged. There was something special in the fact that as a writer, I could be able to influence people, be able to get my voice out there, let the world know my thoughts opinions and dreams. It was beautiful, the way I could start with a blank sheet and just pour out my heart and soul and end up with this peice of me right there on a paper for world to see,maybe to understand me a little better. I guess I got my talent.

Its been only four months since I have started writing in a real way. I am an amateur, I still have a long way to go. I am 15 now and I don't know whether I will be the most famous author in my future, but in my own little circle.I am loved. To me, the few fans I have are good enough for me. They love my writing style and have gotten to know me through it.

My Special Friend

All of us have friends that's why we don't understand their importance. Its just like take for an example there are two students 1 has been consistently performing extraordinarily in academics from class 1 to 9th and other one who has never shown up with a 90% then after 10th boards if 1st one rocked again, it was nothing great for him but if the other one shined up then his happiness will be far greater than what the 1st one had ever experienced. My point is that unless you die for something you don't understand its value. We all have friends but ever thought? What would be life without them? Who will cry when you die??

I have a friend who is more than just a friend. A relationship that cannot be defined. A relationship that I treasure and which makes my life happier, worthy and meaningful. He is Harsh which means happiness and indeed he made my life happier by just being there. He has always been a part of my life ever since I can remember. We got on really well I never bothered about what would he think I just talked about almost everything going on in my life. He looks strikingly sweet, tall and handsome. He is a kid and I am his angel. He has the energy of a 5 year old boy and maturity of a man twice his age.

He is that rare gem of a person who always has faith in me and my potential. What I liked most about him was that he is not a preacher he is a friend a true friend. He is someone I love with all my heart, someone who knows it all about me. He listens when I talk and most of the time or rather every time it is me who talks (he barely gets a chance to speak).

He never makes me feel left out, he is just always there, though we don't get much time to spend together. I truly appreciate the way he is and I always say my perfect match would be completely like him, nothing less or more would ever do.

We have our different paths but I know one thing that I can't do without him. He is such a positive individual, with an infectious laugh, and a vivacious spirit and just being with him makes me feel so much better.He is the ray of hope in the darkened rooms of my life. He is my most precious possession.

You see,he is not only my special friend, but also my brother.

P.S. THIS WRITING IS AN INSPIRATION FROM A BOOK...WHICH MADE ME REALIZE THE VALUE OF PEOPLE...IT MADE ME LEARN HOW TO APPRECIATE AND MAKE THEM FEEL GOOD..TRY IT YOU WILL ALSO FEEL GREAT.

P.S. ITS ABOUT HARSH, ITS NOT ONE PERSON ITS ABOUT TWO HARSH IN MY LIFE AND BOTH HAVE EQUAL PLACE IN MY LIFE.

Best Friends Forever

Every now and then, a friend comes along who inspires us to

be a better person, to dream big, to be ourselves. These friends aren’t even aware of the power they have to affect us this way – they do it just by being who they are.

I got a precious gift which contained a warm beating heart, full of unconditional affection. Her name is Roshni which means light and indeed she lightened my life thereafter by becoming my best friend. God brought us together out of nowhere.

In no time we became inseparable. I know her biggest secrets and she knows mine. We have always been in the same school but have had only 3 years in the same class. When it’s hard to believe that someone cares for me, I think of her. She gives me the kind of good advice that only someone who can be completely honest would dare to give. She knows me well enough to be both my staunchest critic and my biggest fan, all at the same time (great friends can do it all). Whenever I get bad marks in any test, the world calls me failure, but she says “work hard, you will do better next time.” She corrects me wherever I go wrong. She can catch my feelings with 99.9% accuracy. I feel lucky to have her because there are rare people on earth who have a true friend (Thank you god).

And thanks to her for not only touching my life but also making some difference. Love you always.