guess i got miself a nu name now..
mmmm.. ya. k.
i like it..
naa.. i luvv it.
funny, eh? but i love it.
airy yet hard as a rock,
shiny but rollin thru all grass n dirt,
bubbly yet in perfect shape!
(ok, u all agree round is a shape, right?)
n best of all,
ther’s jus sooo much passion in it.
so much that ppl jus cant wait to kick it around!
hi all,
i’m back!
boy, 5 days in the hosp taught me things i wuldnt’ve learnt in 5 yrs..
lots of new thoughts about ppl, pain, of healin, care n stuff like that r runnin around in my head now..
after much introspection,
i also found out the moral of my story:
“never play football, jus coz some say u r beginin to look like one”
ok.. i wont b bloggin for sometime.
so here’s a long blog for all u ilanders..
few months back, i did somthin foolish.
and now here i am gettin ready to get admitted in a hospital!
n that too for 3 days!!
(u all kno how much i hate docs n hospitals..
they jus make me sickk!)
how did it all start?
ppl started sayin i’m gettin fatter n fatter..
like a football!
so i decided to play some football.
n this guy mistook my knee for the ball!
wwhackk!!
the worst part was his sorry:
“i never thought u could jump so high” *sigh*
well, happens in football.
so a couple of weeks restand i was back.
4 months later the pain was back..
this time it took me to a doc.
“ligment injury, a tear.. get a surgery done!”
so now here i am!
gettin ready for the place i simply hate.
n thus ends my long blog (well, comparitively..)
ther’s a seed sown;
from the tree of faith
they’ve fell down.
nurture that seed,
let it grow.
a world of truth
it will show.
few thins bring so much emotions to us as partin.
in tears, yet smilin,
wishin gud, with pain,
a li’l prayer frm somwer deep inside,
hopes, an uneasy feelin in ur throat,
memories, of the first times,
of moments u’d always cherish,
of wat u want to forget,
of wat u almost forgot..
u raise ur hand, unknowingly,
come back to wer u r..
n bfor u can say somthin u always wanted to,
gone, u’re alone
i luv short, stupid blogs,
so here’s a cople o lines.
wud that b a li’l too short?
a bunch then, will do jus fine. : p
u went away without a word.
gave me all u had,
hid nothin nor deferred.
and wat hav i done?
never saw ur love for me.
late, even when i’m sad,
n lost, wat else can i be?
y do i hear myself say ‘no.. not doc’s again!’
everytime i even think of tomorrow’s appointment?
y does my tummy act funny when a visit to a doc’s near?
donno? me too.
but this is the worst part:
i feel like eatin lots n lots of apples!!
*sigh*
once i met an ol man in a train.
he started talkin to me, but i was in no mood.
i was a lil down with a lot things not goin right.
he must’ve understood easily.
so bfor he left he told me -
smile a lil n say, this too will come to pass
a lot later i realized 2 thngs:
1- time heals
2- such events not only happens in books/movies/tvs
docs n hospitals always make me feel uncomfortable..
feel sick, really sick.
hav that feeln in me snce i was a kid.
i donno if its their long white coat,
their unusual knifes and scissors or
that smell u get when you enter an hospital..
but it sure aint the place i’d want to go to get well.
