My weekend

I like travelling. Every year I always planned to go somewhere where I can enjoy. For this year plan A was Kanyakumari. But the plan failed, plan B was my next choice - Ooty. I have been in Ooty for 2 years earlier but it was almost a decade ago.

I had invited few of my cousins and my friends to join me. But only 3 of them turned up. After trying for bus tickets to Ooty, finally we took a tour package which was pretty affordable for all of us.

It was friday evening and it was pouring heavily in the city. We reported to the travel agent exactly on time and they told us to were suppose to take a KSRTC bus to Ooty. That was still OK with me. We reached the bus stop on time, got the tickets from a bus ticket agent and we waited in the stop for more than 2 whole damn hours. I was tired, I was cold from the heavy rain and my legs were shaking now. Believe me, I was standing in the queue for toilet users for half an hour. I was on the verge of cancelling my holiday! Our bus was already late by 2 hours. Impossible!

Along with us there were a couple of holiday planners waiting for the bus from the same travel agent. After I came out of the loo, one of my friend came and told me we were on the wrong bus stop. Holy crap! I went and spoke to the agent, he was clueless like many of us. He tried his best to get us to the other bus stand where our bus was actually for us there. The rest of the passengers, mostly asleep were there waiting for us. Within a minute we were on our way to the Nilgiris.

Next morning I woke up early - as usual. I am an early riser. We haven't reached Ooty yet but we passed by a sanctuary. I saw deers on the roadside! They were the cutest thing I've ever seen. Two of them were fighting with their huge horns. They were running so fast and they all looked lovely.

We went sight seeing after an hour of checking in our hotel. I have been to all the places but I did not get them enough. I still enjoy every corner of the mountain, the vegetations.

On our second day, we had a toy train ride from Ooty to Coonoor. I had booked the tickets a week ago from irctc sites. It costs only Rs.19 per head and it was worth it. Took a bus back to Ooty.

We climbed the mountains inside the town. Visited my old church - St.Stephen's Church. And then to my old school - St.Hilda's School. Later in the evening, we went for boating in Ooty lake.

Our last day was planned for a day in Black Thunder - an amusement park. I had been there but the crowd was not as bad as I had today. Its like the crowd had never seen a girl apart from South Indian girls. And I made a mistake of wearing a vest and shorts. I changed my dress to jeans after a gang of guys danced around me. They had the most deadly looking eyes I have ever seen.

We head back to Ooty around 3.30pm. Our bus back to Bangalore was scheduled only at 10pm. We had all the time for another round of something! We already checked out of the hotel so we were nomads. No where to go, still early for dinner. We took our luggages and roamed aimlessly in the town. It was dark and cold and it was diwali time. They sky looked beautiful.

Next day was my birthday. We reached Bangalore early in the morning. Back to normal life, back to work. I was already in the company bus @ 8 in the morning. I still have the thing I got myself from Ooty - a severe cold with sore throat and running nose.

Birthday Special

28 Oct 198* : Born in Presbyterian Hospital, Durtlang at 5PM. Small and tiny, 2.6 Kg. Yet geing the third daughter, I still get the love, effection and attention from everyone.

25 Sept 1985 : Blessed with younger brother. Unlike me - huge and hairy.

1 Feb 1987 : Wore my first school uniform - gray pleated skirt, with hanky pinned in the front button. That was the best dress I ever liked. In school, I was asked to translate the word Apple into Mizo. I had no clue.

Jan 1990 : Moved to another town - Kolasib. New friends, new place, new school, new school uniform - blue skirt time, which i did not like it.

Dec 1990 : Somehow found out that Santa is not real.

Jan 1992 : Moved to bigger town - Aizawl. New school - Mary Mount School. I did not have friend in the first six months. But got better eventually where I met few of my good friends and Tlangnuam turned out to be my second home. I was elected as House Captain and that's when I realized I will not be a politician in this life.

Feb 1996 : Finally in high school. But nothing seemed like a high for three years. Knee-length skirt, pony-tailed hair with balck clips, no rings, no chains, no nailpolish, no earrings, no treading eye brows, no coloured hair. Life was simple though. But believe me, rules hardly mattered to me. I guess I was one person who was caught every wednesday.

April 1998: Had a really huge fight with Mr.KJ Joseph. I was suspended from the history class for one whole term. He put me back to his class when he found out I cleared his paper without attending any of his class.

Early 1999 : My 10th result was out. Time for me to bid goodbye to Tlangnuam where I spent 7 years of my life.

1999 - 2001: Enjoyed the chill mountains of Nilgiri Hills in Ooty. Girls' school, girls' hostel, girls everywhere. Good that I still learned alot for 2 years.

From 2001: Here

College vrs Corporate

Heta college leh corporate ka kaikhinna hi, tun hnai a ka thil tawn thar ho leh ka rilru lang nasa zual te an ni.

Movers for college:
1) Lab programs zawh hman loh pawh in, ti zo tawk an lo awm thin. Share folder hmangin deadline a thlen hmain kan copy zo hman vek a, nal takin kan run thiam hman thin a nih kha.

Tunah chuan google ah tak ngial pawh kan zawngzo hman ta lo. Zan tairek thlenga hluak vawrh vir chang a tam hle mai. Code submit pawhin a dik loh hlau reng rengin hun kan hmang ta a ni.

2) Day 1 atangin thian tha tak tak hmuh tur an awm a. Kum 3 a ral hnu pawhin khang ka thian, vai chhe te te ho kha ka tan an la hlu em em.

Tunah chuan mahni hmasial deuh deuh hlir bulah nitin kan thu a. Polite duh vang hrim hrim leh nula biak duh vang hrim hrim a min be ve mai mai te an awm teuh bawk.

3) Sick leave lak te kha a lo awl khawp a. Pum dawmin kan ma'am te hnenah va kal ila, kan haw thei deuh nghal mai kha a nia.

Tunah chuan ka pu pawhin ama pu min call tir leh chhawng. Mail thawn a ngai thul. Fel taka awmin office bunk tum loh law law a hlawk zawk.

4) Dresscode nei mah ila, chhuanlam fahrah te te nen chuan full salwar set pawh ha lo mah ila, hauh kan tawk lo thei hram a.

Tunah chuan monday a salwar ka hak loh avangin Dress code policy violation mail ka dawng keuh mai. Ka superior ho te zawng zawng mail ah an Cc lehnghal!

5) Christmas chawlh kan nei fo. Ka haw hman lo a nih pawhin holiday season ah chuan ka in relax ve thei.

Tunah chuan Leave applied rejected tih mail te ka dawng ta hial. A reason ah "Leave applied for more than 2 weeks" te an la ti deuh deuh. Het! Sala!!

Movers for corporate:
1) Kal tlaiin tuman min hau ve lo.
2) Pay day a hlu.
3) Single + working lady nih a nuam. (Hehe)

Thawhtanni

Phul hring dup ah ABBA ho hla chu uluk em em in ka ngaithla a. Rei vak lo hnu ah chuan a volume ka ti danglam pawh a ni lo, a lo ring ta tual tual a, a tawp ah chuan eng hla ber nge ka ngaihthlak pawh hre thei tawh lo khawpin a beng ah chuan a lo ri ta a.

Ka harh ta hlawl mai, ka alarm chu ka han ti tawp a. Dar zat kan en chuan 6.30am a lo ni der mai. Ka thawh a hun a lo hun leh ta. Zirtawpni tlai a lo thlen nan ni engemaw zat a la awm. Tunah thawhtanni zing chauh a la ni.

Mit nuai thuak thuak chungin ka room tukverh chu ka han hawng a. Ka alarm a ri sual ta nge khawvel a in hre fuh ta lo zawk ka ti rilru. Khua chu a lo la thim mup mai, ruah a tla cherh cherh a, pawn lam ri reng hriat tur a awm lo. Ka khum kan siam dawn a, a lum ngai in a la lum ther ther a, sawmna hran ka ngai lo, ka zuang lut leh nghal hi a ni ber.

Kan harh leh meuh chuan tlemin khua pawh a lo eng ta deuh a, ka tlai ta der tih ka hre nghal a. Darzat pawh en hman a ni tawh lo. Ka ha chu theih anga rangin ka nawt a, zunram ka thiar pah bawk a. Kan office bus stop ka thlen hman loh hlauvin ka tlan ta hlawk hlawk a.

Ruah a la tla feih feih a, kalkawng pawh a nal kher mai. Bus nen bus stop kan thleng rual a, ka lut nghal a. Bus pawh a che nghal a. Nidanga ka thut fo na ah midang an lo thut avangin vaipa bulah chuan ka va tlu lut ve ta rawk rawk mai a. Monday zingkar atanga vaipa rim han hnim lehnghal chu ka ti deuh.

A thing rim ka nam loh beiseiin nilengin office ah chuan ka thu a. Monday anih angin mailbox clear a lo ngai a, 'How's your weekend?' tih zawhna chu minute 10 danah zawttu ka nei reng bawk. Ka rilru tak chuan 'Inhmel ka hmu lova, a nuam tihna a ni mai' tiin ka chhang a.

Dar 2pm ah team meeting kan neih thin avangin chumi hma ngeia report tur buatsaih ka duh bawk nen, ka buai ta char char a. Meeting chhung pawh chuan a awm tawkin ka rilru chu a harh ve a. A zawh rual rualin coffee machin lam ka pan a, black coffee ka in loh chuan nileng ka daih dawn in ka hre lo.

Dar 5 a rik rual chuan office atangin ka thlawk chhuak nghal a. Bus a ka thut meuh kha chuan ka harh ve tak tak tawh. Mumal takin vaiho pawh ka be peih ta a. Ka haw kawnga ka thil ngaihtuah min ti hlim bertu chu, 'Nikhat chu a ral ta phawt e. Friday tlai kan hnaih leh ta sawt'.

Review of "The Three Mistakes of My Life" - by Digvijay Singh

Awakening a generation to reading takes more than some sheer magic and Chetan has proved that in sense more than one, he's an Indian Rowling.

With his third novel, he has matured lot more and has ably intertwined serious real issues like Riots, Earthquakes, Cricket, Religions and Politics in a single package.

Characters in his tale are larger than life and often you feel them coming to life and making you feel emotions in a way, you never thought was possible.

His witty humor retains the charm exhibited in his previous worlds of IIT & Call Centers. Like his earlier works, his words on paper will soon translate to a colorful life on 35 mm this time as well.

A reader is left dumbstruck as Chetan captures the real soul of India in Cricket and spins a suspense marvel, which you can't put down till Ali hits a six in London.

A blissful forbidden romance in midst of all gruesome tensions lends a special charm and Vidya's persona scores a perfect century without even a single swing of a bat.

The delicacy of religious sentiments, the ferociousness of riots, the shrewdness of politics, the felicity of love, the bond of friendship and the craze of cricket everything finds an apt place in his imaginations.

Chetan is the undisputed King of author's fraternity and no doubt his books have smashed sales records of 7 figures with ease.

Critics may continue questioning Chetan's contribution to the literary universe, but the truth remains that words from his pen pluck the strings of Indian hearts in every dimension, like nothing else.

Digvijay(DJ) is my colleague and a good friend of mine. He is funny, smart and bright in his own sweet way

My Salsa class

Salsa tih hi ka hriatna hmasa ber chu 'Kal ho na ho' tih flim ami kha a ni a. A changtunu leh Saif kha an lam a. Nalh ka ti khawp a, ka thiam ve erawh ka ring hauh lo. Lam hi ka ngaina em em hran bawk lo nen, kei a lam ve na tur chi ah chuan ka ngai ngai lo hrim hrim.

May 15th 2008 khan kan office HR ho hnen atangin mail ka dawng a. Salsa class an conduct dawn tih thu hi a lo ni a. Ka en liam mai mai kha a ni a. Haw kawngah chuan ka ngaihtuah ta a. Ti hian nitin office ah kan kal a, weekend hi kan in relax ve theihna hun a ni mai. Entertainment vak na hun a awm lo tehlul nen, salsa class chu join ve ta mai ila, tiin ka inngaihtuah phur ta a. Ka phur ta viau mai a, in ka thlen veleh kan google nghal a. Youtube ah a video thenkhat te kan en nghal bawk a. Tichuan a tukah chuan ka in register ve ta a.

June 16th khan class hmasa ber kan tan a. Lubuk lutuk, hang bawk si, kawr tight tak mai ha hi a lo ding zat mai a. Kan instructor tur hi a lo ni a. Han en reng reng pawh hian a zei hle tih a hriat theih a. Kan enchian chuan mipa hi a lo ni reng mai. Tichuan Step khatna atangin kan han bei tan a, rin aiin a lo har tehchiam lo va. Basic step chu tlai khat naah chuan kan zo ta mai a. Partner nen a lam dan te, hmeichhe tan thlek no dan te min zirtir a. Khawvel mipa ah chuan a thle no thiam pawl a ni mahna.

Kar tin vawihnih zel class kan nei a, kan instructor in a hneh bawk a, kan thiam zung zung. Kei tak ngial pawh vai tlangval in min theh vir ve zak zak a, nuam angreng fu a ni.

Hmeichhe tan chuan no mawnglam sawi thiam leh inti no thiam tak nih a tawk mai a. Mipa ta chuan zei em em a ngai lo. A step bel hle se chu chu mipa tan a tawk mai bawk.

Office bana zir kan nih avangin Salsa dress code pawh ha lovin, office kawr nen chuan kan ti t(r)ah t(r)ah a. Duhthusam chuan pawnfen chhing emaw khup khuh vel pawh ni se a nalh hle ang. Pheikhawk sang lampang nen. (Maybe i will try with that in my quiet little room later)

Monsoon season a ni a, ruah a sur duh hle. Office banah ruahsur hnuai ah Latin hla nen kan ri zak zak a. Hun lah a kal chak duh phian. A buaithlak ber chu mahni a zir chhi a ni lo va, partner nen ngei lohva zir chu pheikhawk khing khat bun lo ang kan ni. Chuan a pawi ta ber zawk chu, office hna neuh neuh avangin ka kal chhunzawm thei ta lo va, uihawm khawp mai.

Appearance α Confidence

Like many people of my age, my confidence depends on my appearance. When I looked myself in the mirror just before my day began in the morning, the first thing that would strike my mind was to decide whether I would be the strong and confident girl or the poor little girl.

There were times I was so timid and shy that I could hardly look into people’s eyes while having a conversation and there happened few times that I could not talk aloud, too low that I could not hear myself, forget about speaking my mind. And when I walked outside, I did not look above my eye level, I instead walked like a pussy cat who stole a dead fish from a frying pan. These happened when:
1) I wear something which is very uncomfortable to me. Eg: Salwars, Puan
2) I do not put any make up on my face. Believe me I tend to feel sleepy without makeup.
3) I wear flat sandal.
4) I have oily hair. That’s when I do not shampoo my hair in the morning.
5) My eyebrows are undone.

I just could not be myself. Or maybe the other way round. I have always been a shy and quiet girl. Psychologically, appearance changed me because I have faith in it. This may be strange to many people but it is true. It has happened maybe for almost a decade and is still happening.

My sister's Big Day

Pro Pastor Dinga and Becky

With Mom and Dad

Jonathan, ME, Dinga, Rebecca, Catherine and Philip

"Monu"

Man and Wife

3 mistakes women make with men

The 3 Deadly Mistakes Women Make With Men Without EVER Realizing It...

Mistake #1: Leading A Man To Think You Are "Needy" And "Insecure"
@ Talking or saying nasty things about your past boyfriends.
@ Speaking negatively about other women.
@ Too much physical contact, especially in public.

Mistake #2: Appealing To His "Sexual" Side Instead Of His Emotional Side

Mistake #3: Not Knowing How To Size Up A Man's "Relationship Potential"

- read more

Story of me

Ka pian tirh atanga mi te ngainat leh mi tena an it em em ka ni thin a. Ka thian te zingah chuan hlutna ngah pawl tak ka nih hial ka inring tlat ani.

Ka lo thanglian zel a, mi ten min duhna leh min ngainatna a reh chuang lo.

Amaherawh chu engtik lai emawni atang khan ka hlutna a reh deuh tlat mai. A chhan hriat tumin ka van ruai thin.

Mi ten duh taka min duat dawn lai te hian min ten tlat pawl ka tawng ta fo mai le...

Ka awm dan danglam tak mai chu a chhan ka hre chak hle mai a, mihring te hi an kum a tam ang zel in ka danglam thin tih chu ka naupan lai atanga ka hriat tawh a ni.

Ka thian kawmngaih em em thin te nen pawh kan danglamna avangin kan in lungrual tlang tawh lo chu a ni deuh ber mai.

Tuk khat chu darthlalangah ka in en a, ka phu zawk. Hmul var, nidanga ka neih ngai reng reng loh chu a lo to ta mai. Ka mangang chu upa te ka pun a, anni chuan min chu e kha e sak mang si lo. Ka thla a bar a ni.

Ka hmel te a lo danglam ta hle mai. Ka naupan lai hmel eng(yellow) pit piat chu paih in, hmul var ah ka chang ta der mai.

Ka lungngaih te chu ngaiah ka nei ve ta a, tlemin ka lung a awi ve leh ta deuh. Ka hmel lo danglam ta pawh ka hrethiam ve leh ta ani.

Hun rei pawh a rial hma in danglam takin ka inhmu leh ta a. Keimah kha ka la nih ngei chuan ka in hre si. Aw! Ka va lo mak ta ngai ve mawle...

Rei pawh a rial lo tihah chuan ka hmul eng nalh hnum thlarh mai te kha a lo var ta vek mai a, ka hmel te pawh chu a lo bumro zo ta. Ka lo puitling ve ta tak tak tih ka in hre chhuak ta ani.

Tunah tak chuan mi te tana puar na leh fan na pe tu ka lo ni ta reng mai. Keimah avanga puar taka an awm theihna tur a nih chuan tiin ka nun hlu tak mai chu ka in pe ta a. Pawi ka tih em em mai chu hei hi ani: Ka bawp khing hnih pawh kham lo khawp a, ka thianpa bawp an han khel zui ka hmuh hian ka rilru a na ni.

- Hot Chick

Philippians 4:13

The world may distressed me, perplexed me, disappointed me, embarrassed me and humiliated me

But I have Jesus Christ in my life to comfort me.

So I can do all things through Him who strengthens me

He consoled me, cheered me, encouraged me, reassured peaceful in me like no one else can do. I have Him in my life and I feel lucky.

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for He is with me all the way.

My life in this rotten world may go beyond our control but my soul has been rested in His presence.

Eve teasing

If I were a guy, this is one thing I will never do to anyone alive. I have come across this terrible act of eve-teasing several times after I lived in Bangalore. Some were not so bad but some of them were too bad, thinking about it makes me wanna hit any guy I see right now.

I just googled the term "Eve-teasing" and this is what I saw
1) wikipedia
2) google definition

I am surprised to see mentioning only India and Pakistan. Anyways it is India, I will talking about so it sounds perfect to me.

As far as I know, I am a girl who always get dressed decently wherever I may go. This is one reason why Mizo guys do not find me appealing (Kidding!!!). No matter how unexposing outfit I wear, if I walked alone, atleast in a day one guy always teased me. They even do that when I wear salwar also. There are times I just normally ignored them, but sometimes I even fought with them physically. The matter here is, its not just about being teased by Vai guys but the humiliating feelings which I always have and there is nothing much I can do about it.

I used to think I can do something about it, or atleast there will be someone who will make me feel better. But there is none. Here is an incident:

Today as I got down from the local bus on my way home, I walked in a footpath where many people were passing by. There was a guy who came very close to me and whispered, "Hello, sexy baby.. MMuuaahhh!!!". My boy friend doesn't even talked to me like that. I just stopped for a moment and turned around, thinking how to react. He was waiting near the roadside for the red light so that he can crossed the road. I went straight to him and asked "Do you know me?". He said "No!". "Then why did you speak to me and said such things?" I asked. He was like pretending as if he did not know what is going on. I was getting angry and said "I am just a normal girl who can feel the pain like anyone else. And I am not like what you think..." I was pointing finger on him now. A cop came and asked what is going on. I told him but he was only listening to the other guy who was talking to him in local language. I looked straight into the policaman's eyes to show that I am right and I am not afraid. He instead told me to shooo away. I felt my heart cracking as I saw the injustice act done to me. What an unfair world!!

I looked down myself till my toe. My dress was decent enough to even face Holy Lamb. Then what was wrong. It was defintely not from my side. I felt worse when I saw that guy showing me his middle finger across the road.

I am not sure if I will regret for not creating a scene and let people know even we girls have our dignity and we are made in this world not just to be a sex object for guys. The beauty and uniqueness of a woman is not that to attract guys, it is to show how creative our Master designer is.

Goodbyes

I hate goodbyes but it is one thing we gonna face as long as we are in this world. I have said goodbyes to many important people in my life. Some I met them again, and few never again.

My first goodbye was with my family before I left for Ooty to pursue my higher secondary education. I was at home until then, so it was hard but I did it without a drop of tear in my eyes.

Another goodbye followed in the next two years with whom I shared my dormitory in hostel for a couple of years. They were like a sister to me. I never got a chance to meet anyone of them anymore. I still miss them.

Conan Merry was my friend, a little more than a friend to me. He left me and our memories, heading home, never to come back. I haven't seen him again since October 2001. I cried for months missing him.

And then goodbye to Sosang after being together for five years. He made my life in Bangalore worth a living. He was my boy-friend and my best friend. But he gotta go back home, leaving me. I felt terrified thinking my life here without him and I still miss him alot.

This is the hardest part I have faced. Rebecca (my elder sister) was here with me for the past two years. I was doing fine even those days when I was alone but now I got used to that life where I can depend on her, make decisions with her, hang out with her and even a fight with her. Two years with her just went like this. We have struggled alot together, yet we still enjoyed our simple life. We sometimes have misunderstanding but never last more than an hour, that was the sweetest part of all. Now I am alone, I feel lost. I don't know when will I feel normal again and get used to the lonely life I once had, 2 years back. She soon will be Mrs. Chinzah in few months, I wish her all the best in her marriage life.

I wished all these special people in my life with whom I have bid goodbyes, a very best of luck in years to come.

Girls' night out

It was Friday evening and I did not want to waste even a minute that night doing nothing. I had no plans in my mind but I wanna do something. Its not just a weekend but it was one of the last weekend I would be spending with my sister who was here in town with me for the last two years. She would be getting married in couple of months.

My brother was out of town and my boy friend would be working late, so this could be the chance for 'Girls night out'. I called up a friend to ask for a decent pubs nearby. She gave me a couple of lists and i picked one randomly. This would be the first time I'd be entering a pub after 6PM. Pretty much excited and finally met my sister around 8.

Inside was dark and the music was loud, too loud that I can't even hear myself what i was saying. I had to communicate with my sister using messages 'cause i could not hear even a bit of what she was saying. There was nobody dancing or creating scenes or fighting or making out. I liked such places, everyone was in their own world.

We had beer, sandwich and chicken rolls. They were all reasonable with the prices except for a packet of cigarettes which would cost me big time. Thank God, I do not smoke.I saved hundred bucks.

I somehow had fun that night. I was high to even walk straight on my way back home and that was one great fun which happened to me here in Bangalore.

Today's problem

Interesting stuffs

1) Open a file or folder and try to name it as:

• con
• aux
• prn
• com1
• com2
• com3
• com4

Windows XP renames it back to what it was. Try to create the folder from a cmd prompt failed with the above list of names. It shows an error "The directory name is invalid."

This is because they are System Device Drivers. If want to check, go to command prompt. Then type,

c:\>mem /d |more

You'll get the list of programs and "System Device Drivers" loaded in the Memory.

2) Try to rename a folder or shortcut on XP to CON (or other device driver name) it changes it back to the same name. but if you change the name of My Computer, Network Neighborhood or My Documents to CON it allows.

This is because they are a virtual folder & its name is stored in the registry.

3) Open an empty notepad file, type "Bush hid the facts" (without the quotes), save it as whatever you want. Close it, and re-open it.

It appears that a lot of other character strings in the pattern 4 letters, 3 letters, 3 letters and 5 letters will give the same result. For example, the phrase "Bill fed the goats" also displays the garbled text. In fact, even a line of text such as "hhhh hhh hhh hhhhh" will elicit the same results.

If the file is originally saved as "Unicode" rather than "ANSI" the text displays correctly. Older versions of Notepad such as those that came with Windows 95, 98 or ME do not include Unicode support so the error does not occur.

I finally got her

I am in my mid 20’s and I have been in love with her for more than a year. She has a real beauty any guy would dream of. OMG! Do I sound like a L*sbian? 'Cause I am a girl myself.

I have been hunting for her a lot lately and I keep asking friends around, if she would be my perfect partner. I made up my mind finally. I am gonna get her. But I need money for that. Good things do not come for free these days, but I thought she was worth anything that I owned. I somehow convinced my folks back home to give me moral and financial support, which I need them the most now. I need courage to try to have her.

And now she is mine, the most beautiful thing on earth. Ever since she came to me, I gave her a new name. I love to call her with it. I call her ‘Crystal Rualthanzauvi’. I guess she prefers staying in my garage rather than being a show piece in Bajaj Showroom

Weekend without him

Its 12 o'clock and friday night, drinking wine, alone. That was a very unusual weekend for me. The last time I could remember being alone on friday night was when i was in college, struggling to learn java string functions and learning the processors which some wise man invented.

'Juliet, being with you is makes me feel weak. How i wish this moment last forever, just you and me, in this cold cold night'. He took one sip from the beer can he was holding. He whispered, 'I love you'.

I was sitting on the couch, and my mind was blank. It was just the beginning of weekend. I still have saturday, saturday night and sunday till i get back to work on Monday. What should i do for the rest of the weekends? Should i open my turbo C compiler and start writing a piece of code? or Should i go and pick up random Korean movie and watch? No. I haven't done that for so long.

Somehow friday night passed after a bottle of wine. In the morning, I went for a long ride trying to race as much as my kristal could take me. I felt fresh and I was happy.

I spend the rest of the day washing, cleaning, mopping and cooking. I spent some of my time gmailing a friend from Hyd, whom I haven't even met. But a close friend of mine.

Sunday morning started at 11 o'clock. It was already a warm afternoon when I had my breakfast. In the late afternoon, I sat on the terrace thinking how a distant relationship works for most of the people (like my sis, brother and many more). It would be difficult and I admired the love they have for each other, which is definitely strong enough to hold them together. And I was right there, thinking what Romeo would be doing right now. Would he be thinking of me right now?

'Look out of the window, Juliet and feel the air on your face. Close your eyes and relax. If there is a smile on your face, then the one you are missing is missing you too'

From Normal cycle to a cycle with an Engine

When I was 9 years old, I rode a cycle for the first time which belonged to my younger brother. It did not take even a day to learn how to ride. Hitting the trunk of a huge tree in the neighborhood was the only accident I met with a cycle as far as I can remember. I did not get hurt nor was the cycle damaged. Riding with full speed on a steep slope was one thing I always enjoyed. And my first crush (name undisclosed) was my riding partner and so riding cycle was much more than a passion a long time ago.

I never possessed one on my own until last year. During the ‘90s, bicycles were ridden mostly by boys who are still too young to have their own bikes. So, to be in a safe side and to avoid being a tomboy I never try to have one. (I always like to stay girlish).

And how I got my first bicycle was a little romantic to me. My boy friend (a bicycle fan too) gave me his, after he was promoted from cycle to bike. It was kind of old and needed a little bit of repair. But I was so interested in getting it repair. I went from one corner to the other corner of the city, buying stuffs and repairing MY cycle. But one fine morning I could not believe what I see because I saw an empty space where I usually parked my cycle. Someone had stolen it and I lost my cycle. I was so upset because that cycle meant a lot to me.

It been almost a year now and new thoughts came to my mind. Is it time to get promoted from cycle world to a higher version of cycle where a real engine is involved? I am still thinking. And I thought, I have all the time in the world to get one so meanwhile why not try for a driving school for better practice and get Learner’s License (LL). So I made up my mind to go as my plan.

On my first two days of class, I was taught the theory part of driving: the hand signals, the traffic signals and traffic signs. I was not new to all these, being in a metro city almost for a decade. And eventually I got my LL after attending an oral test with the RTO officers in Koramangala, Bangalore.

I had my first practical ride the following week and I felt awesome. I need not paddle to force the THING to keep into motion. It actually moved with my feet up high above the ground. I was too excited about the whole thing and that day was the one day wherein I smiled almost for the entire morning. I haven’t completed my training yet and I in fact have 8 more days to go. Very soon, I am expecting myself to pamper my own cycle with a real engine

Nancy, you have been a great inspiration to me

“Love sometimes takes time” is a song sang by Smokie. But I want to sing “Time sometimes takes love away”. We were given time little, which was more than half a decade; but it took away our love. There is no simple reason behind; it just faded away. Maybe this was never true love or maybe the time has come for us to be apart.

He left for his little home town but I was still there, in this fast growing city, looking for my fortune and to earn my living. I was too ambitious and maybe this could be the reason why our relationship could not survive. My career always got first priority. I could not strike a balance between the two. That was my mistake. But he is one person, who can find happiness wherever he is.

He was on the street, just walked out of my door wearing his black shirt. I always liked him in that and smiling at me confidently. He did not turn back to see me for the last time and I already missed him so much. “Nancy, you have been a great inspiration to me and I will wait for you till you come back to me…” These were his last words and I stood staring at nothing, my mind was blank and my life - empty. Before I could turn and look into his eyes, he was gone.

I never liked chocolates but the ones which he gave me every Sunday was sweeter than a fresh honey and the red roses always looked fresh to me. And the road which led to my hostel from our college seemed to be shorter everyday with him. Evening walks on weekends was one of the best parts. He held my hands; I never wanted to let it go. I was one of the happiest girls on earth when he asked me out for our first date on Sunday. He made me feel like a real girl and cherished. Everyday was a beginning us.

Now I am here, writing my story to everyone, open to the world. I have not seen him in a year now but memories still linger in my mind till today. He will always be an important part of my life and I wish he were there to read this story which is written for him.