y this blog,,,,?

Frens…

i thought of executing my long buried plans… plans of writing something… showing it to the world… and writing more…!! but, the question is what will this blog have…???

this text box here, yes my blog, will have the answers to all the questions life has asked me at one point the other… and a few questions will be asked too… everything which interests me.. some gud incidences from my day to day life.. good videos..worst days….all will be dumped here for u to read and comment… but everything here will have a soft coherence among themselves… everything will be related.. related to me.. someway or the other… For the first time perhaps, i will be talking to u with no secrets in mind.. talking generously… open to bad comments… answerable to all the queries… reasonable. For the first time perhaps, u will get to know who the real kris is… ask whatever u want to… answers will be provided..!! Happy reading..!!!

i wanted 2 grow up fast but now realise hw betr those days wid brokn playguns n punishments of incomplete homeworks

When
The school reopened in June,
And we settled in our new desks and
benches!

When
we queued up in book depot,
And got our new books
and notes!

When
we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays, yet
managed to line up daily for the morning prayers.

We learnt writing with
slates and pencils, and
Progressed To fountain pens and ball pens and then Micro tips!

When
we had lunch in classrooms, corridors,
Playgrounds,under the trees and even in cycle sheds!

When
a single P.T. period in the week’s Time Table,Was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons!

When
cricket was played with writing pads as bats,
And Neckties and socks rolled into balls!

Gone are the days
Of Sports Day,
and the annual School Day ,
And the month long preparations for them.

Gone are the days
When we used to talk wid frends now we dont have time to say hi.athr
when we used to chat for hours now we chat in chat rooms.

gone r those days,but their memories will linger in my heart

life means,,,,,,

Life means……

Four friends.

Bahar barsaat.

Four glasses of beer.

life means……

Hundred bucks for petrol.

A rusty old bike.

And an open road.

Life means……

Maggi noodles.

A hostel room.

3.25 a.m.

life means……

3 old friends.

3 separate cities.

3 coffee mugs.

1 internet messenger.

life means……

Rain on a hot tin roof.

Pakoras deep-frying.

Neighbours dropping in.

A party.

life means……

You and mom.

A summer night.

A bottle of coconut oil.

A head massage.

You can spend Hundreds on birthdays,

Thousands on festivals,

Lakhs on weddings,

but to celebrate life

all you have to do is

spend your time

with your loved onez!

me,,,myself

My hair is not done always,
I look messy at times,
I spill a lot of things,
I get late sometimes,
I break promises,
I hurt people whom I care,
I m pretty clumsy,
Someday nothing goes right with me,
I admit I m imperfect!

But when I look back
I smile at myself~~~~       
How amazing life truly is
just being MYSELF.

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