Sitting all alone in her room,
Waiting for her prince to come through.
Left only with her agony,
She wonders to herself why me.
She's read all the stories of true love,
And looks to the stars up above.
Hoping to see a sign,
Wondering when it will be her time.
Will her prince ever come,
Or will she be left alone in the sun.
Maybe it's not made for her,
She's always left unsure.
She thinks about the day her prince will arrive,
Without his love she feels deprived.
Love comes to all but she,
Soon she wonders if it will ever be.
A prince is all she needs to be fine,
Instead of just trying to survive.
Happily ever after is what she needs,
With it she will be freed.
Priya felt angry, indignant, disappointed and curious .She went to look in the mirror. A face with delicate and beautiful features looked back. The sindoor was a short prominent red line at the top. She had always loved putting on that sindoor even though Vinoth never seemed to glance at it. He never seemed to be aware.
Today, when she had finally decided that she had gone long enough without a single loving word and no children, she decided to take a peek into Vinoth’s dairy. Now she wondered. Who was this Kavita? How had she captured my Vinoth’s heart when they were at school? School time crushes never lasted long, least of all for more than 10 years. Where was she now? And how Priya cursed her father-in -law. How could he have forced his own son in first deserting his love when he was 20 and at 24 marry someone he did not have any feelings for?
As she sat thinking, Vinoth entered the bedroom. His face contorted with fury as he saw the dairy lying open. His large, dark eyes, which Priya had loved since the very first time she saw them, seemed to snap. But his voice was calm as he spoke, "You had no right to read my dairy, but since you have, let me inform you, I can never forget Kavita or stop loving her. It is 6 years since I last saw her. But I love her and always will"
The next day Priya and Vinoth were at the hospital due to her headache. As they waited in a stony silence, the clerk who was monitoring the patients told another nurse, "Hey, call Miss Kavita. She will know how to best deal with this case." Vinoth did not seem to notice. Priya wondered if he thought there were hundreds of Kavitas in the world.
A woman entered with the nurse. She wasn’t beautiful but certainly secured a second glance. She was sweet—but something in her eyes said that she had suffered. Priya felt very interested in her. Glancing at Vinoth to see whether he shared her interest, she saw him staring at the woman as though he had seen a ghost. She too, went rigid, when the nurse said, "Kavita madam, Priya ma'am’s case should be looked after by you"
Before Kavita could turn, her cell rang. She listened to whoever was speaking, and then sighed. "Ma, how many times do I have to tell you, I wont marry. I have given my heart to someone…. I don’t care if he is already married to someone else"
She turned, smiling at Priya. "Are you Priya? I am a counselor. The kind of pain that you have-sudden, continuous, with no appetite – it is a sign of depression or shock." Her eyes lingered on Priya’s sindoor. ‘Is your husband here?" Vinoth spoke up "yes"
The three stared at each other in silence. Kavita broke the silence in a would-be jovial voice with the tiniest catch in it "Come on in, my cabin’s over there"
Three months later, Priya was pregnant. Her marriage was on track. All thanks to Kavita. She had brought Priya and Vinoth very close to each other. After her work with them was over, she left for America. That was only about a month ago. She had insisted on taking Vinoth’s diary. Now, as Priya and Vinoth were laughing about some silly jokes, a telephone call came long distance. Kavita had committed suicide…………… Life went on……… Vinoth loved Priya now, but Kavita was not forgotten—she was his daughter.
Hi everyone… I know its been long since I’ve frequented my blog but I still read all your posts!!! :P Today is a special day I share with something I genuinely fell in love with… My blog. This guy(My blog) is a very special space for me with which all my emotions and feelings are dealt with. I still don’t believe its been a year since I started it. I’ve started writing stuff regularly only by January this year. I have engrossed so much in this guy that I even forget to eat sometimes. My mom keeps asking me what I write so much on the computer even on holidays because she knows that I don’t study. I don’t remember why I choose this blog address. http://attitudethatneverfails.blogspot.com but something that time told me that I was going to hang on to this for the rest of my life.( i hope so).
I’ve changed my blog template about 10 times this one year and I will still keep changing it. Not for sometime now. I love this template!! I’ve learned a lot. I’ve made quite a few friends in this virtual reality. I love interacting with them. It keeps me happy. My blogger friend, this guy, my love, has shared various phases with me. It kind of makes me feel that I belong in this blogger world. People from all over the world have read my posts. This blog has seen my success, love, failure, life, friendship, separation, marriages and divorces too.. May be that's why I named it, Attitudethatneverfails and given the title as “Take life as it comes”. Thats how I am and I reflect it in my posts. This blog actually helps me a lot because once I write my emotions, it makes me feel comfortable. I forget about it. Its like as though I’ve told a good friend about your feelings and it makes you feel kind of relaxed. That is what I get from writing a blog.
I take this opportunity to thank a no of people who frequent my blog everyday. I thank Raji, Bharathi, Shruthi, Shankar, Sreya, Satish, Vipul, Madhu, Ash, Kajal, Sid, KaKa,Soin, Hary, Miss nobody, Nikhil, Anand and the whole bunch of Blog-a-tonics who visit my blog and care to comment on my posts... Its my dream come true to write something and get a recognition for it. Thanks to all those guys who have given me awards and appreciated me a lot. I’ve not only received awards here but also in my MBA class presentation where I got the highest mark for talking about my passion and only hobby.. blogging. Even my faculty know that I’ve a very passionate blogger. This has taken me to a higher level and also given me a lot of confidence too know myself more. Thank you blogger too!!!
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I was completely out of ideas when it comes to thinking about this topic. I mean what can be done. So then I decided and asked my mom. She said, “ how will remember what you did as a baby?” Then I said, “ Chumma, think amma, Try to visualize what you would to do as a baby" Then it struck me, why not ask various people about what they would do if they were a baby again. So here goes my post on what the people around me would do if they were a baby again:
My mom, “ I would want to be with my grandpa, whom i loved so much but only lived for a short time after I was born. So I miss him and his memories. I want to live with him again.”
My dad, “ hmmmmmm, Raji don’t you have exams tomorrow ? Why aren’t you studying? Don’t disturb me.( after I insisted) Well, I would want to cuddle my mother and cry to her to get the attention which I miss so much now.”( my grandmother passed away recently)
My perverted friend, Arun, “ Dai machan, you know what, I would drink milk from all the women. ( I gave him a nicely for that kinda answer)
My Sweet Sister, “ I really don’t know raji. Amma, what did I do as a baby? “ My mom starts off with all the baby talks she did while my sister was a baby. So then later after an hour, She said, “ You know what I would want to do if I become a baby again, I would want to do exactly the same stuff I did but this time I want it all to be video taped so that I could see it all the time in the future.
My dreamy friend, Vinoth, “Raji, unaku vera vellayae illa ya?( Don’t you have any other work?) but if I were a baby again, I would like to learn ABC and 123 as soon as possible and become a doctor at the age of 10.”( ya rite.. he really wanted to be one. but I never thought he could want to do this at that young age.)
My new friend, Jyo,” Raji, i would want to walk with you hand in hand at that young age, so that we would be friends forever.” (She touched my heart, Thanks Jyo)
Him,” Raji, i want to be born to you. I want to live as your son so that I would receive all that love which I get now as a FRIEND, as your son. I’m sure to get more then..” :(
My kutti cousin Pooja(5 yrs old), “ Akka, How do we get babies?” I was puzzled. I said, “ Ask your mother.” She ran away, kept pestering her for an answer. Then she came back to me and said, “ I don’t want to be a baby again. I want to grow up like you and have a laptop!!” ( what can i say? I’m a borne influencer!!!)
Last but not that least, Me, “ I wouldn’t want to do anything I do as a adult. I would do everything that a baby would do : Smile, cry, eat and sleep and also smile while I’m sleeping. I’ve always wondered why these babies smile while they are sleeping!!! My mom says that they talk to GOD while they are at sleep. See now, that's what I would want to do. Talk to the Almighty ask him to play with me.
PS: This is a simple post. It might not be funny or romantic or whatever you want to call it, but I felt that this post is full of emotions because few people were almost in tears when they told me what I’ve written like my dad, vinoth and Jyo. It might be nothing for us but it means something to all of them. I hope you like it… Image courtesy: Google
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PPS: BTW, This is my 250th post… Yipee!!! :) I dedicate it to my parents and blogger friends.. Love you all
1. My sister who left for higher education and I'm unable to get out of the thoughts how she cries every time we talk to her... She is so innocent, all these days wrapped in the arms of my father and suddenly let out free to live on her own. It will take her quiet some time to settle down.
2. My blog- I hardly blog these.. I read all the other posts of my fellow blogger but just unable to write what I have in my mind. I have so many things to talk about yet I am unable to get words. Maybe its because of reason 1 or may be?? Then I thought, was I being lazy?? I am never lazy when it comes to blogging.. This is something that I do whole heartedly and love every second of it.. So it must be reason 1. So gimme sometime.. I'm yet to figure out to put words on the posts. I'll make sure to come out with a bang
This is a story given written by my friend Sriram.. This is for you to read... Please give me your comments on it.
Mr. Chris Wardwell a famous doctor -My boss
He is well known by all. I too know about him a little more. It’s really hard for anyone to cope up with people having different mindsets. But, my boss does the job very easily.
He is adorable. Being a doctor, he did many things to his profession and at the same time he kept one of his eyes on me. I will be sitting near a big clock, which occupies half part in his bedroom.
He got that clock from Elizabeth Sansow as a token of love.
My eyes will be waiting for the “Big rod” in the clock to stand straight and the “Small rod” to retain three steps behind from the “Big rod” (9.00pm)
And it’s time for him to fondle me and it will make my tail to move ‘to and fro’ He goes for sleep if the ‘small rod’ in the clock moves to the next place.
So, my qualm hates the clock because it limits his time with me. I want him for the whole day.
(25.10.2006) Two incident made this day unforgettable.
First Incident:
My Boss birthday.......Outside garden is filled with cars and my eyes also found colourful pairs of foot wears and thus it made me to conclude it as a grand function. I decided to sing a birthday song for him so, I was murmuring.
“Hoo..Hoo…. Hooooooo”
I was too busy in that party. My tongue tasted delicious foods. I felt very tired and my bed invited me for a snooze. The speed of my walk became slow and I just crawled.
Second Incident:-
I slowly got into dream. It was a surprise dream. I dreamt myself becoming a (8 years old boy) with strange habits.
Usually, it’s natural to fumble while choosing the best among alternative. But, I am exception to this.
I would not struggle and I will simply do that with the help of single coin.
Yes… I use to toss the coin to choose the alternative but I will do the opposite effect.
‘Craig’ a lady called.
Then, I recognized that’s me and that lady my mom “Yancy”. Later I came to know about two more pillars which hangs my family..
One is the head of the family my papu. “David Krintzman” and other is my loving sister “Laura”.
One day I was not doing my homework....If I go to school I will be getting punishment from my teacher.
No problem, if I remain in home.
There were two alternatives
So for the first time, I made use of the coin....I was ready to toss. I closed my eyes and I assigned the alternatives in the coin.
“If it is head i should go to school and if it is tail I can remain in home”.
Then I threw the coin.
Fortunately, it was tail, I stayed in home and I did the opposite effect.(i.e) I asked my mom to punish me. At evening, I met my dudes and they called me for play. But, mom suggested me to do the pending home works. Once again they made me to use the coin.
‘Coin favoured play’
As usual, I did the opposite effect. I went to playground but, I did homework by sitting on the green floor.
Years went fast.
I got my degree and also call for interview from a big concern. I appeared for the interview. There were two persons sitting before me. At first, I introduced myself and I showed my certificates. Then, they gave me a riddle; I successfully finished that with the help of a coin and got placement with decent salary package.
I thought my habit of tossing the coin helped me. I did many things with the help of coin. Many friends and relatives tried their level best to stop me doing this habit.. But, they failed. I didn’t listen to them.
I got good colleagues. We had small chats during the free time. One of my colleagues is ‘Maya’. I love her very much. One day I decided to disclose everything to her and at the same time i was a little bit worried about the result. There happened a big battle between my heart and mind. Whether to propose by myself or through the M.D’s daughter ‘Julie’ who is a common friend for both of us. My mind threatened me about the result and also suggested me to move with the help of ‘Julie’. But, my heart opposed this. I sought the help of the coin.
“ Heart won the toss”
I went to ‘Maya’ and said I am in love with the M.D’s daughter ‘Julie’. This spread like a fire and my M.D punished me. Due to this, I lost love, friendship, job and also my hope. I absconded from that place and made myself alone. I became pauper.
I felt, the doors of the ‘Heaven’ were waiting for me. I decided not to live.
Again there was an alternative one is to commit suicide by drinking poison and the other is to share everything with ‘Laura- my sister’.
“Coin went high in the air”
As per the suggestion given by the coin, I saw my sister. That was a blunder. Instead of sharing my sorrow, I gave poison to my sister. My parents thought she committed suicide but I know the truth and I was depressed. So, my parents confined me in to the bed in the form of treatment.
Then, migration took place.
I went to many places for treatment. I didn’t recover from the tragedy. This incident made me feel guilty. I decided to put an end for this. So I have been thinking about my habit for days.
I took the coin and threw it for the purpose of toss, whether to have this habit of not.
Coin rotated frequently and few feet to know the result.
‘Marcus’ (dog name) a voice interrupted.
I woke up. Sweating from the face of my boss made me to realise that, it was time for his ‘morning walk’ and I realised all that was just a dream but still I couldn’t recover from the dream and the myth...He provided ‘two’ flavours of pedigree for my breakfast.
You might think!! What the hell is wrong with this girl?? Why does she keep changing her template like a thousand times… Sorry people once again because of the request of a few people who were unable to read the blog clearly, reported about it. So avarkal ketu konda karanathal naan inthai seithan. ( meaning due to the request I changed my template for visibility). I keep searching for templates every now and then and changing them has now become very easy for me.. LOL. Actually, I like doing it these days. So here goes my new template please.. Give me yours comments and suggestions…:)
1.Watched the latest Kamal Hassan's Movie UPO (unnai pol oru van). The movie about a not-so-common man. I don't think terrorism can be eradicated by terrorism. I mean I cannot even imagine my dad( definitely a common man) thinking about violence. May be big shots common men like Kamal can...:)
2. Life can be tooooo boring if you have 72 subjects to study. So am I bored? Yes. I'm totally exhausted. I need a little break to come back with a big bang for the upcoming placements.
3. Friends?? Okay that's definitely a big question mark(?). Really cannot realize whether I will ever get a good friend. I miss all my friends- good or bad. Just unbelievable for a people- person like me.
4. Blog. Due to the facts mentioned in the above list, my imagination is stuck. I really cannot get anything in my mind except sadness which is really too boring for me. I need positive energy to get on with anything.
5. Presentation- I have this BIG presentation coming up for my Mergers and Acquisition class which is going to be huge for me because I've worked my heart and soul into it!! I just wanna give my best. I realized that these presentations give me the best of confidence that I've had in my life till now.
6. GOTA- Global Opportunities to Threat and Analysis. It is a program to give us global exposure on the global companies and their strategies. Basically and frankly, its foreign trip which is paid for along with the tution fees that we pay for this MBA program. They are yet to take us to this trip which has taken the longest time ever and we had a long talk(fight) with our Dean about it.
7.Mission Separation- My class has got a new pair of love birds who are totally not so perfect for each other. Since I belong to the group which is trying to separate them even though I don't give a damn about them, I'm getting squeezed between them. (God, please help me, I hate this business).
8. College- Being in the final trimester in which we will be having classes, I am going to miss each one of them. So planning to do something special for all my classmates. Hoping that it will come out well.
9. Anger- I hardly get angry but off late, I cannot control them. Even though, it wasn't my fault on this particular issue, I shouldn't have scolded my friend so badly. Sorry, Vijay. Peace !!
10. I miss my sister since she has left for UK for her higher Education. I wish she is okay there.
The bell rang. Saved by the proverbial bell. It was time to leave the college premises.
She stuffed her books in the bag and stood.
“You’ll change your mind.” He leaned over and kissed her.
Her eyes went wide. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead, flustered, she turned to go, and then froze.
Prem stood in the doorway, stunned. He didn’t wait for an explanation; he rushed out of the room.
Pooja glanced back at Vineeth. “How dare you do that to me? Why did you do that?”
“Because I felt like it.”
Not only had he robbed her of her first kiss, but possibly her first love, all because he felt like it.
Anger pumped in her veins, and jabbed at his face. She hit so hard that he had a shake in the place he stood. “Don’t you ever touch me again!”
He touched his face, looked around to see if anyone was nearby and said, “Good thing that you are a girl or else I would have killed you right now!!”
“Ooh! Take to the hand, A**.” She took her bag and stormed out. What a jerk! She ran down the corridor in search of Prem. God; please don’t let him hate me that much.
Ramya ran up behind her. “Did that Vineeth just kiss you?”
“Yeah, and right in front of Prem.” said Pooja. Ramya looked vivid.
Tears began to blur Pooja’s vision. What if Prem did not believe her? She stopped near his classroom and glanced inside it.
“He’s outside,” Ramya said, pointing to the front steps. “Don’t you worry; we’ll take care of Rajesh once and for all.”
“Thank you, bye!” Pooja ran towards the door almost knocking down another girl. “Prem!”
She could tell by the way his shoulders stiffened that he’d heard her, but he didn’t stop. In fact, he started walking faster.
“Prem, wait!” She reached his side, breathless. “Let me explain.”
“What’s there to explain? You love Vineeth. I get it.”
She grabbed his arm. “Stop, please!”
He faced her, his eyes filled with pain.” What?”
“Were you going to ask me something?”
“Doesn’t matter anymore.” He glazed past her.
He looked so angry. What would she say to make this right?
"You’re wrong about Vineeth. I don’t love him."
His eyes narrowed. “I saw you kiss him, Po. And I know it was your first kiss.”
Her face warmed. Of course he did. He knew everything about her." I know, but…”
Prem tilted his head to the side. “But?”
Could she say it? Be honest about her feelings? If she didn’t tell him, she’d probably lose him. “Vineeth kissed me, but I didn’t kiss him back. I only slapped him, because…”
Prem stepped closer. “Because?”
She swallowed. Her heart was beating so fast she thought it would pop out any minute. And she had butterflies in her stomach all at the same time. I can do this. “Because, I love you. I always have!!”
“And he kissed you?” he moved still more closer.
“Yeah,” she whispered.
“And you slapped him?”
She shook her head.
He leaned forward. The faint aroma of his perfume spread around her. She closed her eyes and inhaled. His soft lips brushed hers, sending goose bumps everywhere.
She opened her eyes.
Prem grinned a lazy smile.
She bit her lips and smiled. “So, what did you want to ask me?”
“I wondered if I could borrow your IPod for a few days”
Pooja playfully smacked his arm. “Only if you promise to take me on the farewell party?”
People come and go
Things and feelings change
but history repeats itself in many ways
the circle keeps getting tighter
until you can’t breathe
some people get closer
while others leave
but you know
he’ll always be in your heart it’ll just take some time
to realize
it wasn’t him
and right now
your whole body aches
and you cringe
seeing her with him
wishing it still was you
it’ll just take some time
to realize
he never really loved you you feel empty
and hollow
something’s missing
a piece torn out of your heart
you know your a fool
for falling in love
you knew it would end bad
but you took that chance
for a pair of beautiful eyes
that promised you the night skies now you’re standing here alone
staring up at the stars
they aren’t yours like he said they would
but you can see his name and hers
and it hurts it’ll just take some time
to realize
it wasn’t him
and right now
your whole body aches
and you cringe
seeing her with him
wishing it still was you
it’ll just take some time
to realize
it wasn’t him
and right now
your whole body aches
and you cringe
seeing her with him
wishing it still was you
it’ll just take some time
to realize
he never really loved you
and when the hurt finally stops
and you’re able to move on
you’ll look back now and then
and realize
everything happens for a reason
and everything takes time it’ll just take some time
to realize
it wasn’t him
and right now
your whole body aches
and you cringe
seeing her with him
wishing it still was you
it’ll just take some time
to realize
he never really loved you
I need what i lost all back Back to my old self Back to my innocence Back to my childhood back to my unknown But they say what lost Is lost for ever and ever
Today, its my chottu's birthday!!! He is a real cutie pie and also accepted me as one of his girlfriends. My boyfriend is just 3 years old and I love him very much. This post is dedicated to my darling neighbour chottu who is crazy about me... Love you chottu. Eventhough he cannot read, he knows that I do. Tomorrow morning,he'l be the first one to wake me up and say, " hey raji, today is my happy birthday. Where is my chocolate and gift??? Raji I want Dora and bujji." LOL I Love him...He is afterall my boyfriend...
I want to be with you, But you’re millions of miles away. I wish you would call just to ask about my day. It would make things so much better if I could hear your voice, I guess I can’t complain too much, it just wasn’t your choice. You were always there for me through both the good times and the bad. You were always there to laugh with me, or to help me when I’m sad. It’s not that I pity you, But I’ll admit your life’s been tough, I just wish that physically, I could be there when things get rough. Down at the mall even though we had no money, Laughing at anything and everything, yet none of it was funny. Driving around the block, or baking things all day, We never really ran out of things to say. You’re locked up only a few hours away now, but it seems so far. I wish I could be down there, where you are. Why do two best friends you’ll ever know, Have to be split up, because one is forced to go? Now that we’re so far apart, I love you even more. Maybe we both love too much, But, hey, that’s what friends are for. Each time they say your name, A tear forms in my eye, How can I be happy, If all I seem to do is cry? You weren’t supposed to leave me, This has to be a dream. I cant accept your absence, And take goodbye for what it means. You left me lost and broken, I still can’t find my way. Months have passed real slowly, But it’s harder every day. I will never forget you, Though we are far apart, I miss you so much baby, And love you with all my heart.
just for the world to know me. I'm raji. The girl who smiles forever. I really dono whats with the smiling attitude really. I wanna dedicate this blog to all the people around me(friends or foe). Well i wanted to write a blog for a long time(maybe since my UG), but you know me lazy goose! I had to type, but I would love to do this. so as i was saying what do we write in a blog? anything that comes to your mind?? or something you wanna share with the rest of the world?? whatever it is..... JUST SPEAK YOUR HEART OUT. life is busy these days!!! guess why?? I am studying!!!!???? LOL. You know what i mean. Don't ya? hey don't ask me what i'm doing... i'm doing the three letter course which is sooooooooo famous these days.. anyways back to where i started( again).... (What am I doing here anyways).... I've got exams.... i really need to work on this...(he he he )... gotta go.. see you guys around... whatever.. just open up pple... i want to know what you all think...
This guy(My blog) is a very special space for me with which all my emotions and feelings are dealt with. I still don’t believe its been a year since I started it. I’ve started writing stuff regularly only by January this year. I have engrossed so much in this guy that I even forget to eat sometimes. My mom keeps asking me what I write so much on the computer even on holidays because she knows that I don’t study. I don’t remember why I choose this blog address. 
