Crazy,crazier,craziest ME..!!

Heyy folkkssss....

When i was surfing YouTube aimlessly(Or rather jobless-ly), I noticed something that I never thought of before. It was the Miranda ad, with a catchy tag line saying "pagalpanti ki bhi zaroori hai!" . We measure ourselves on how tall we are or how beautiful we are, But have you ever asked yourself how crazy you are?? We all claim to be crazy... almost every day. Today, I say the same... I am CRAZY!! I'm crazy enough to run down an escalator that moves in the opposite direction. I am crazy enough to sit in an empty mall, late at night and read an article about Ranbir Kapoor ! I swear the staff at the juice stall cursed me a lot, as I asked them for a chocolate milkshake every 10 minutes, while i drooled over Ranbir's chocolate looks!!I'm crazy..I go to a movie, walk on city streets amidst traffic, take a stroll in the winter nights...all alone, just because I want to experience the silence in solitude.I'm not just crazy,I'm crazier. I'm crazier because I get onto an unknown metro train, to some unknown destination, just because I'm jobless and want some adventure. I call myself crazier, because I sit in bus stops by the side of a busy road, with racy cars zooming past me. I sit there, enjoying my brownie sundae, watching the city pass by me....Not to forget, I count the number of Audi's and BMW's that pass by in those 2 hours and let me tell you, the count always keeps increasing..!! I' not just Crazier, I'm Craziest! If you think I'm just bluffing, then beat this- I crossed the road, while the Chief Minister convoy was passing by!I swear it's true...I gave the security policemen a heart attack and nearly got myself shot.

Our lives are simple,plain and white. A little craziness is needed to make it interesting,spicy and colourful!Take my word, sometimes these crazy stuff teach you the meaning of life! Yes.."Pagalpanti bhi zaroori hai"!

My first taste of Adulthood!!

Heyy folks..!!

June 3rd 2010 was a very special day for. This is because I received my first pay cheque today..!! My day started with great excitement, I was and still am super thrilled with the fact that I've actually received money for my work. A wave of Satisfaction washed over me as I collected my pay cheque. The feeling of holding my cheque,it's feel,colour,in fact even it's smell was so appealing to me.The feeling was so intoxicating, that I went completely crazy. I couldn't stop myself from smiling , at least for half an hour; And then , in true bollywood style, pushed my torso outside the window a moving car [A la Deepika Padukone in Love Aaj Kal] And started to shout out my happiness and excitement.Once my levels of craziness got back to normal, my eyes fell on the leaving certificate.This took me back to April 2010.

This was the time when I, a girl all of 17 years,Who like many others of her age was inspired by all those Hollywood chick-flicks, and wanted to work in a diner, as a summer intern.My obvious choice was the McDonald's. But this is no US, and hence I couldn't find work because of my age.After a lot of job searching, I landed in a job with Placement consultancy for a month. All was well and I finished my work tenure with the company. But it was on the last day that I realised that I'm gonna miss this place alot .I wanted to pick up the phone and start saying " Hi! I'm Priya from Kanak Global. Is this the right time to speak with you"?. But I couldn't figure out what I'd miss so much about this place.Is it my super sweet colleagues? Or my cute lil' cubicle?? The answer was 'everything'. I'll miss the excitement I'd face everytime one of my candidate got shortlisted. I'll miss the adrenaline rush I get when I jump off the running bus everyday. I'll miss those lip-smacking panipuris and almond kulfis. I'll miss the fear of getting caught playing video games secretly while on the floor. I'll miss the Blazing hot sun and the auto drivers who take advantage of it when I used to take 1hr off, before and after lunch, to go and meet my friend. I'll miss the tension I used to face of signing in late. I'll miss the kick I used to get when I , along with my colleagues used to curse my boss for blocking FACEBOOK. I'll miss the sense of independence I used to experience when I used to travel all alone everyday.Most importantly, I'll miss being a 17yr old adult, who faces the challenge of tackling with the big, bad world outside...Everyday !!

I,Me,Myself!!

Heyy folks!! This is my very first post, so I thought I write about myself before I write about anything else.I'm Priya, a chirpy and eccentric girl with a bit of HATKEness! Why I say hatke is because i see myself different from the world around me. Not completely, but different enough to carve my own niche`. This hatkeness shows impact on every aspect of me; My likes,dislikes,choices, from clothes I wear to the career I choose, I end up being a black sheep in the crowd.
I like the rain.Especially when it drenches me with the ice cold drops and washes away all my fears, troubles, and clueless state of mind.It leaves me answers to all my questions. I like to drench myself in rain while eating an ice cream.I like to dance like no one is watching.I like to travel in a local train alone just to feel the sense of independence.I like the smell of fabric, when its just out of the loom.I like the melancholy silence of night, the gentle touch of sea,the rejuvenating kiss of the rising sun.I like the innocent smile of a baby, when she stretches her hand out to touch my fingers.I like the feel of cold wind blowing on my face; as my hair starts to move away from my eyes and my dupatta flutters, making it feel just like the introduction of a 'Yash Raj Films' heroine, sans the la-la-la in the background! I like the colour of a red rose, when it just bloomed, with water droplets on it glittering like diamonds, making it look like love personified.I like A.R.Rahman's soothing renderings, as they make my soul soar the in the southern skies like a string less kite, on a sankranthi morning. I like the black, wet road, that leads me to my house,with trees on its sides, and their branches overlapping each other above, forming an arch,through which the sun tries to escape,which gives a Tyndall effect , when it collaborates with the winter fog .More than anything , I like my grandfather, for being the person he is, for being my inspiration,my hero;his presence that has made a huge difference in the course of my life and has always taught me to choose,do and be the best!!