You know how it is when you're the only woman wearing western formals at an Indian wedding reception? 

And then ure dad pushes u on the stage before taking a picture, just when you are trying to keep everything together and trying to keep your mind away from the freaking western formals?

And then he insults you by demeaning u in front of his acquaintances, while all the time he thinks hes really funny?

It was one of the worst evenings of my life.I'm never going to go to a function with my dad.Atleast not by myself.

"There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions...

...And indeed there will be time
To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?"
Time to turn back and descend the stair...

...In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse."

-  'The Love song of J.Alfred Prufrock'- T.S.Eliot

And should i dispair?, and should i regret?

 *sigh* ofcourse i miss him.ofourse...

A man spat Paan on me at Dadar station today.It seems now that my senses are clogged with it.

(Insert innumerable amount of the world's worst curses here)

"You didnt think that you'd finished your TY, did you?"

"You know,for a second there, yeah I kinda did!"

Hold your ground, hold your ground. Sons of Gondor, of Rohan, my brothers. I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields, when the age of men comes crashing down, but it is not this day. This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good Earth, I bid you *stand, Men of the West!*