Well, by now my readers know it well that i ve got out of my cocoon and flying out to see the world. in due course i happen to learn things by personal experience, by others' experience, by lectures, and most by reading. Reading happens to be the most appealing form of exploring new things as much as personal experiences. Here is a mail that my friend forwarded to me. Awesome to read and thought it has to be here for all the women to read it.




I don't know who wrote this, but is definitly worth reading.. It must be Shobha De, or may be some other women activist... ha ha..

If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away.If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay.Stop making excuses for a man and his behavior. Allow your intuitionor spirit) to save you from heartache. Stop trying to change yourselvesfor a relationship that's not meant to be. Slower is better. Never live your life for a man before you find what makes you truly happy. If a relationshipends because the man was not treating you as you deserve then heck no,you can't "be friends." A friend wouldn't mistreat a friend.Don't settle. If you feel like he is stringing you along, then he probably is. Don't stay because you think "it will get better." You'll be mad at yourself a year later for staying when things are not better. The only person you can control in a relationship is you. Avoid menwho've got a bunch of children by a bunch of different women. He didn't marry them whenhe got them pregnant, Why would he treat you any differently? Always have your own set of friends separate from his. Maintain boundaries in how a guy treats you. If something bothers you, speak up. Never let a man know everything. He will use it against you later. You cannot change a man's behavior. Change comes from within.Don't EVER make him feel he is more important than you are... even if he has more education or in a better job. Do not make him into a quasi-god. He is a man, nothing more nothing less. Never let a man define who you are. Never borrow someone else's man. If he cheated with you, he'll cheat on you. A man will only treat you the way you ALLOW him to treat you.All men are NOT dogs. You should not be the one doing all the bending...compromise is two waystreet. You need time to heal between relationships...there is nothing cuteabout baggage... deal with your issues before pursuing a new relationshipYou should never look for someone to COMPLETE you...a relationship consists of two WHOLE individuals...look for someone complimentary...not supplementary. Dating is fun...even if he doesn't turnout to be Mr. Right. Make him miss you sometimes...when a man always know where you are, and your always readily available to him- he takes it for granted. Never move into his mother's house. Never co-sign for a man. Don't fully commit toa man who doesn't give you everything that you need. Keep him in your radar but get to know others. Share this with other ladies..... You'll make someone smile, another rethink her choices, and another woman prepare. They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them and an entire lifetime to forget them.

Farmville

After realising that poker was pathetically a men's game and i really cant win that useless game which is as an application on facebook, i ve now resorted to a silly juvenile (not even girly) game- farmville. it is HIGHLY addictive and i m wasting a good deal of time in it.
here is what it is- 1 it is a nice way of compelling people to socialize. i ve already added 7 new friends just to grow the farm well.
2 it is a perfect time sucker. i come online every few hours to check out if it time to harvest the crop, and wait looking at it till it grows where i parallely adopt animals, share wealth from ribbons that my friends got and doing some random crap in that application to waste time.
this is the bad effect of it: today morning my mom asked me to get some chillies from the garden and i was thinking "chillies? i ve not reached that level yet. i have to do lots to unlock it" and then later i realised she actually asked me to pluck the chilly from the garden. so i m wasting time here doing this instead of plucking flowers or veggies from the real garden. this is not the case with just me. many other people are addicted to it. god bless all of us!

birthday

yes, it is my birthday tomorrow. with the rule i set to myself i should not have come online. but i did to send my niece an e card, as it is her birthday too tomorrow.

something wierd about this birthday is that i realise some new things in me. i ve had one of the best retrospections ever. no celebration since my health was bad and i ought to recover(yes. no cakes either).

here is what is the probable reason: theres a friend of mine whom i look up to. and what i observed it the poise and responsibility. then i tried to include all those good traits that i admired a lot. then slowly i began to realise how much i ve missed in life, and how much more i have to explore in life. (yeah, this is that other spark that i mentioned a few posts earlier)

so i am not expecting lot of mazaa, but i am expecting a lot of adventures this year, and the years ahead. surprisingly, i have not even felt like wanting any gift, since i felt that such possesions cannot mean anything as much as dreams getting true means. (although i d certainly accept gifts given with affection :)

a new year, a new decade, a new horizon of life begins from tomorrow. the game has just started :)

trouble maker

besides almost lamenting on the fact that i ve purposely missed out a lot in life, i also realised that i have never been a proper prankster. the maximum trouble i ve ever given my parents is that i never eat my food properly. i ve never played any concrete prank all my life. (have to include that in the list and start the music :P)
so here goes my story from day one:
when i was a kid, i never ate my food at all. so here is what my dad did: turned the house into a zoo so that i watch all the animals eat and realise that the social animal-the human also has to eat to survive. we had a cage of birds, dogs, turtles, 20 fish tanks (its not an exageration. my house did have all this. besides i knew very well to handle them when dad was away on work, although i was not given the worms to feed them, i also knew how to feed the fish well. by that age, i could name all the fishes.)
heres what mom did: since i never ate, i used to get hospitalized about once a week or once in two weeks. she would take me out for a drive for them to inject the butterfly for the saline. by that time they would have given me a sedative and i would fall asleep in the drive. (i really pity my mom because the worst hit out of my starvation has been my mom)
once, in the time to take me out on a drive, she took me to my aunt.s house. i ran to the table and said "I AM HUNGRY" and hogged. my poor mom was standing by the door and asked my aunt to keep quietand serve me food without asking any questions. after devouring, i fell asleep (sedative remember?) and then she narrated why i was brought to her house. later she had to request the hospital to discharge me because i had my food.
there is a good old friend of my parents Mr. shashidhar reddy. he could not bear seeing the way my parents struggle to feed me a meal a day. so he gave me a bar of chocolate and told them that the necessary calories will be provided by the chocolate. so wherever my parents go, they used to buy me bags of chocolates.(although i did suffer the after effects of hogging chocolates). i remember that whenever they want to do some serious shopping, they would first go but a packet of chocolates, give it to me, make me sit in a corner and go shopping. i d happily finish it by the time they are done with theirs. And greater problem they had in this chocolate thing was that i never compromised with indian chocolates (yeah those days the maximum was crackle that was tasty.) so they have to arrange for chocolates from other countries.
speaking of food from other countries, i m reminded how i could not digest indian food as an infant. so my dad had to buy some baby food from singapore, and to cook that, a microwave is needed, so my parents were the first to buy a microwave in the family.
then now coming back to when i was a kid, grown up enough to properly trouble them. my dad could not bear it anymore. he bought a syringe and would have it beside me and threaten me that he would inject me if i dint eat my food. yet, i d trouble them all possible ways, and it would invariably poke my mom. ( i still stick to what i said that i pity my mom as she was the major victim). my mother was all the more hurt, because all the cousins used to have that free space with her to have their food, but i never ate food. dad used to get the best of almonds from the world and make badam kheer, and push it into my mouth, and the next minute i would puke it out.
the trend has not changed even today. my mom packs lunch everyday (almost). and i never eat it, and return the box after a few days with fungus on the food i ve never touched (this has happened about times). so she got annoyed and would not make lunch for me anymore. so i used to eat a small morcel in the morning, and no lunch, then a small grun when i actually feel that i should not be further lazy and eat my dinner somewhere around 9 or 10 at night. this has been happening for a really long time. and now when i was hospitalised, i was diagonised as acute gastritis and i was given 3 injections a day intravenous as treatment.
i end this post with a hope that i dont further ruin my health nor trouble my mom any further.

Makeover

well, i m blogging again. this is what happened when the freshers came in. a new batch, and i dont know anyone from my group. apparently there are only 35 students in the entire life science where we are 35-40 in each group of life science. God save life science!

the only fresher i know is manasa my neighbour and my junior in school. We meet in the assembly and she introduces me to her friends very happily- "hey this is Amritha our senior. i ve told u na, she sings very well". poor girl my reaction to that before she properly completed that sentence was: "what?! me? sing? when? oh yes! i used to sing! man i forgot that. hey u know what i did sing once upon a time. thanks for reminding me." Now whats the mistake? i dint realise i reacted to this right in front of her friends. i m really sorry for embarassing her like that. but that did help. it put me into another retrospection of how i changed a lot in life. so here are a few things that i ve actually forgotten.

1 singing

2 sketching

3playing the veena (yes i thought i m that old amritha who knew to play it well and i screwed up in the stage in front of 100s of folks, and i wont forgive myself for that. now the college might not let me play any instrument without an audtion for sure).

4enjoy life well (this actually summarizes most of the things)

5that i knew very well to manaage an aquarium (yeah when i was less than 5 years, i could name all the fishes in the aquarium. how this happened i shall tell in the next post.)

6that i am actually capable of cycling continuously 12 kms crossing two flyovers. (i ve done this to surprise my relatives, who stay almost in the city outskirts :P)

7 poem writing skills ( i would have easily written about 50 poems in the time between class 6 to class 8. after a series of demoralising and demotivation, i stopped it in class 8, and threw away the collection. i think i rather destroyed it.)

8 i dont further remember what i knew

so seeing all that i ve missed out in life, and considering that i m not old enough to retire from living a good life that i am actually capable of, i ve decided to go for a makeover.

now, my idea of a makeover is not just change in looks. although change in looks is also going to take place, and i have no idea how successful i am going to be in this particular region.

it takes a spark for people to realise things, and this time i m glad mani induced that in me, although there has been some other person who brought about some other spark, that i m doing different things (its a big story, shall tell in the coming posts), now it is high time i live up to what i m born for.

The First Steps In The New Journey

Life’ as the title on every painting I see,
A lonely road with tall green trees,
“Your life, its you all alone and trust thyself”
Thinking that these roads will have those treesGuiding me through my destiny,
I begin my journey on joyous note.
But as I see the road,
I see it transform into a mighty maze,
And show me stars putting me on a haze
It is the time I realize I m no longer a child
But thrown into a world so wide and wild
With priorities changing every hour
Some sweet, and most so sour.
With pain and sorrow as I find myself grope,
I grow to realize I’ve forgotten the lessons of hope.
With all that hope I enter the roadPutting my steps with precautions at every mode.
Then I shall see that dayWhere this road will be far away,
And I step into a new platformTo see this world in a better way