New blog on WordPress

A sincere and heart-felt thanks to all the followers of this blog. But due to technical difficulties and in search of more freedom in design, i have chosen Wordpress over Blogger.

I have shifted to WordPress with my own domain and will be blogging on that platform from now on. My old blog posts will be available on that domain too.

I hope i would receive the same or even more love and attention to my blog:  http://thoughtsofgreymatter.com/

Sincerely,
Kavya Devarapalli.

Life After College

I have always wondered during my Under-Graduation when my seniors used to whine and say ''Life sucks once you get out of college, cherish the moments when you can''; about what's so tough about life after college. I am now at that point of life, where i can weigh both the aspects and come to a logical conclusion about it also making my peers who are juniors aware of what to expect after graduating from your college.

Almost three weeks into completing the term at college, the idea of home settles in, unlike the initial days where you just couldn't accept the notion of college life coming to an end. The beautiful friendship bond taking backseat and more focus on your personal life steps in. No more late nights with friends and no more 'not caring how you spend your time'. Everything just stops and you keep going back to those memories of four long years and might even shed a tear or two in its remembrance.

Once you reach home, your parents are the happiest persons in the world; and they show love and care so much that they would want to compensate all the lost four years and drown you in their big pink ocean of love!. And this, in my case; is really frightening. I am a person who needs just the right amount of attention; not more, not less. When i get the too much of it; its as bad as getting too less! I tend to shut myself; go nuts and become a potentially crazy person that needs medical attention. Being at home; with all the extra love and care; it would sound ridiculous to most of the people but i am going to say it out anyway; that I am going crazy! Lack of work, lack of action, no fun, no friends around; no more creative stuff i used to do; no exercise; no going out on all by myself for long walks just shuts my mind and it feels suffocating. But hey, it won't be the same for everybody.

 I recently bought a Lenovo A7000 with my Dad's money and installed the much awaited WhatsApp and started asking people (i was so mesmerized with new phone that i started trivial conversations with just anybody on WhatsApp!) how they are doing after the college; if they are encountering same problems such as I or is it just me. People of my batch are suddenly the people who are always online. Ofcourse, i am online too and hence i got to know. Mostly my batch has resorted to either Facebook or WhatsApp to relieve their bored minds. To 'do' something when there's nothing to do; is damn tough!

'Boring' has become the most used word by our batch which recently passed out; and everybody started counting the days to join in a new office; to welcome new life. Its good to think there's something waiting for us at the end of the tunnel; either the job or some kind of work you would be engaged in for another long period of time and know that its going to build your career. This is the main reason, i think, my seniors advised to plan my career before passing out of college; because after that everything is going to be a hullabaloo and we won't have enough time to plan and execute. Else, there will be peer pressure and pressure from parents and relatives asking you what will you do with life and there you are, with no clue! Now, that's real hell. So, dear juniors, here's my piece of advice. Follow my seniors' words. Do plan out your career before leaving your college; because after that; you wouldn't want to think about what your friends are doing and what you are unable to. You wouldn't want to be a confused and self-loathing Under Graduate who has no clue what he/she wants from life.

One of my friends has started going to Zumba classes, working out every day during evenings to keep herself occupied. Another friend started to plan out a business idea that can earn a lot (take figures in lakhs!). And some are just enjoying their last few days at home, before embarking to their new lives in new cities. So, this is it. Life comes to a halt suddenly when you pass out of college and the pace it picks up is slow; and every moment you would want to do something that can bring the action back.  The occurrence of something interesting and out of blue is minimal.

Out of three weeks at home, this is what I have come upto. Almost hating my life at home; reminiscing the good old days at college. Maybe this could get better. Maybe not. Only way to find out is wait for my next post.

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Inevitable cycle of Writing a Story.

                                           

How NOT to propose love to a girl.

We youngsters claim to have been in love more times than we've passed exams in Engineering colleges! Our love is directed more towards smartphones, books, KFC chicken, cars&bikes, electronic gizmos etc., rather than human beings. Maybe we are too afraid to let our vulnerable self seen to others. And in-spite of all these hurdles, there are those aashiq(s) who proclaim their love to the girl that they always dreamt. But sometimes, the prissie girls misunderstand our aashiq just because of well, lets say, the 'randomness of their ways' or as normal people say 'badluck' of the guy.

Following are few points one should AVOID while proposing a girl of one's dreams:

1. Meet her at some random place and pop out the words "Baby! I Love You" in a jiffy.

You may have known her for ages, but maybe she never noticed you. Its safe to get to know her better and make her acknowledge your presence in her life and then propose. Otherwise it could lead to dire consequences; 'coz you see Indian laws are inclined towards women protection!

2. Sending a text message or Facebook message.

One needs to have eye-contact while making others believe in you and your capabilities. That's how you crack the nut. Messages won't just suffice and might as well scare the girl off, if she's not too into you! Besides if she 'blocks' you; you won't even be able to Facebook-stalk her whenever you want. So, its a No.

3. Proposing when her mood is too crabby.

Maybe her boss yelled at her or maybe her best friend wore the same dress to a party even after agreeing on not to. Whatever it is, its a big red flag when she's mad at something and you right away propose.

4. Asking others to convey your love/Not telling her exactly that you love her.

Of course proposing love is similar to subjecting yourself to some sick test where you either pass and leap high or fail and dive to rock bottom. But then, you gotta be courageous; for its love!

5. Proposing in front of her boss or members of the family.

While you think proposing in front of a boss urgently would be romantic or sound like a ''2-States'' movie proposal; its gonna be a fiasco indefinitely; especially when you don't know what her answer would be. So, save yourself from a heart break status.

6.  Last Day Proposal

Proposing on the last day or eleventh hour in Bollywood style thinking she would cancel her plans to grab that lucrative job or stop marrying that guy after listening to you is pure crap! Don't wait till its too late.

7. Proposing her just after her break-up.

Okay, you might be the happiest person on earth after knowing about her break-up with a worthless man. But dude, you gotta contain your happiness and wait till the moment she gets over the break-up; else you're gonna have to deal with her and her ex too!

Just be yourselves and show the thunder. Maybe even after doing everything right, you might not succeed sometimes. But remember, she's the one to lose and not you.

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The Autumn Leaf.

Oh dear autumn leaf,
How serenely you lay here
In the midst of the hullabaloo
You seem to be getting nowhere

The autumn leaf smiled patiently
Hearing me question her passivity
''I've had my time over there'', pointed she
Towards the tree and its lush green leaves.

'But don't you fear getting forgotten?
Asked I with piqued mind
That nobody would remember your existence
Neither the human nor your own kind.

She sighed a big sigh and then answered peacefully
''The tree knows, the wind knows and i know
That my existence mattered to them
As much as their own for a while.''

''Nothing lasts forever, not even the tree himself
So stop being blue and enjoy the green leaves''.
I walk back to my abode, reflecting on those words
Finally stopped fearing the fear of being forgotten.

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Bicycle Diaries: How i managed to learn cycling!

"Side do..side do side do....BAM!"
"Dekh ke chalao yaar..."
"So sorry man! Sorry", said I with frowning eyes and apologetic smile to the passerby whom i have hit with the security guard's bicycle.(yeah, i borrowed it for training sessions)

The day ended with so many apologies from my side and sneering from the pedestrians. Well, to say honestly, it was my fault. I started learning bicycle recently and as the ritual goes, you either fall and hurt yourself while riding it or end up dashing to the dustbin or the pedestrians.

It all started when i looked at a blue bicycle during my seventh semester while having snacks and relived my childhood thus promising myself that i'd learn cycling before passing out from NIT.

 "Why the hell do you want to learn riding a bicycle? Start with a scooty or car driving" was the inevitable advice i was given by most of the friends when they heard me saying "Aaj cycle chalaana seekhne jaa rahi hoon" ("Going to learn riding a bicycle today"). But then, its the crazy, wild heart that wants it all; by the end of the semester,  to go around the campus with full speed and hands free on a cycle; showing off my major accomplishment.I found a friend who shared my interest and helped me out with the training course.

All was well till I acquired the cycle and started pedaling it; but hell broke loose when the support system;read my trainer cum friend let go of the cycle thinking i could manage without him. The human brain works in different ways and it feared whenever a hint of insecurity crept in; thus inevitably resulting in falling down and injuring my knee caps!

The first few days went on monotonously, with my friends' disappointing looks when i couldn't manage the handle and the public's(read, boys and girls under age 10) mocking looks when i tried to pedal my way out of staff quarters at NIT. I mean, who the hell would imagine it needed a lot of concentration and pressure on the damn handle to keep the tyres rolling straight! It almost felt like i could never learn cycling. To top it up, we almost encountered one or two kids cycling in front of us everyday!

Then to increase my productivity, my friend offered a Bournville if i could even hit him with my cycle. Maybe he was too confident that i would never be able to pedal till his standing point or maybe he preferred getting hit rather than see me struggle with the handle;  i would never know. Poor me, i tried my best to win that Bournville, but of vain.

And one day, i started pedaling thinking my friend was behind me supporting the cycle.One moment i was happy to feel the air and the next moment i was perplexed as i couldn't hear his voice anymore. I mean, i was on the downside of the road and the cycle was too fast. I was at my wits end, when i realized i was all alone and i had to take a turn amidst all that apprehension! Turn i did, with so much valor, that i would never forget. That one defining moment, even though small or insignificant for the outer world; made me believe in myself. That moment,i shed all my fears and doubts, and enjoyed to the fullest the happiness of becoming a cyclist.

Well, the next moment, i hit a woman who uttered out expletives that i will never forget!

 But it was worth it. Life is all the same i reflected philosophically that night. You try to balance yourself, make mistakes, hurt somebody with or without knowing, inevitably and then learn to control it finally. And the moment you feel you're in control, its an exquisite feeling one can never forget.

As to my cycle training, i am done with it and immensely grateful for my friends who've been part of those sessions often filled with fun! Now is the time i convince my dad to buy me a bicycle. I wish i could just see the  incredulous look on his face; he  would be mighty surprised to hear me ask for a bicycle rather than a scooty!

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Being Human

DISCLAIMER: The following note doesn't dwell on Salman Khan’s Being Human brand in any aspect and the views are solely mine based on real events from different lives of people i came across.


Sometimes, we come across that one moment, when we can’t comprehend what we’re going through. For a moment, everything is just fine and you think you can cope up with the news you were told. You think its not a big deal and you can overcome the ordeal easily. But then it slowly dawns upon you. It slowly pinches you and says, “You dear, have lost the game”. Its still an oblivion, a limbo one can say, when the first moments of the wretched news reach your ears. Your brain takes time in processing the information. “Oh, so what i failed…there’s still hope”, says the wiser part of brain just to avoid the hullabaloo of your animal self that would soon erupt and try to endure all the pain. The conscious mind understands it well. It takes time. And the adrenaline is released to avoid too much of anxiety and pain at such events. The human brain, thus manages for a moment to keep you off the pain.


But then few moments pass. You dwell on that matter. You go back to thinking where it all went wrong. And then you go revisit the past, how much you invested in it, how badly you wanted it and the present just doesn’t fit well with you. You start to avoid it now. You start to question the logic behind all that happened. And then when you can’t find any answers, you erupt. The inner self can take it no more. It needs to be heeded, to be comforted and would want to do anything that can make you escape what you’re going through.


Alas! there’s no escape gate from this stage. You should go through that fire. Burn till all your hopes turn to ashes and are consumed totally by the reality. Burn till your murky older self is lost and the lustrous and strong being emerges. Burn till you can burn no more. And then, what comes out the fire is the strongest self you’ve ever been. Now you look back at the events and make peace with it. Accept that it was never yours and move forward. Make new goals. Strive for it again. And thus, again you subject yourself to that one moment which can take your breath away, and can project into oblivion. But this time, you are more stronger, more wiser and know that you can emerge as a winner no matter what.


And that’s what i call, BEING HUMAN is!

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10 ways to screw up your job offer.

After a plethora of interviews I've given, i hereby share the 'gyaan' i acquired to my juniors for their upcoming Placement season. Although you are completely prepared for the technical interview or HR interview, you could sometimes slip off owing to, lets say, 'randomness of universe'! Well, make sure you DO NOT repeat the following things listed below:

1. Writing 'flirting' under extra curricular activities in your resume! Your resume is the first impression, make sure you put sensible things there. And avoid spelling mistakes.

2. Asking why the company isn't doing good profits at the time of Pre-Placement talk in front of large audience. Its almost like telling the HR guy, "dude, your company is sinking" which would cost you a chance at the offer.

3. Dressing shabbily for the interview which makes the interviewer question your seriousness for the process.

4 .Being completely clueless about the company you are attending the interview. Pre-placement talks are there for a reason and they don't expect you to doze off the PPT and be unaware of the profile/position you are applying for.

5. When asked about ''your weakness'' in HR interview, when you reply 'coffee', or 'sweets' or 'ice-cream'! They aren't asking you to write a slambook; instead the weaknesses that could affect their organisation. The best way is to reply genuinely about your weakness in professional life and how you made attempts to overcome it.

6. Saying ''Sleeping'' when asked 'what do you do in free time?'. You aren't supposed to reveal your minimally creative self in front of the interviewer. Try telling something else.

7. Saying that you would go for MBA/ higher studies after 2 years of joining when asked about your ''Future Plans'' or ''Where do you see yourself in 5 years?" Nobody would invest so much in a guy/gal who would leave the organization in 1-2 years.

8. Saying you aren't comfortable with relocation to the HR when you know the company is not in your home-town and work-at-home is not the option.

9. Asking the cute guy/hot girl who's conducting the interview whether they are single or not, when they ask ''Any questions from your side''.

10. Signing and sending the offer letter after the deadline passes.

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Travelogue: DIGHA BEACH

It was 3am in the morning and grumpily I picked up the buzzing phone only to hear an urgent voice of a friend asking if I could accommodate a girl in my hostel. Awkwardly in that drowsy state, I said yes and found myself sharing my bedding with an unknown person only to find her gone by morning without my notice. Although all of it felt like a dream, I then understood that a group of seven have gone on a trip to Digha Beach and returned at that odd hour.

On enquiring, their exciting experience has been shared with me as a payoff for having their friend with me the previous night. 

“We didn’t plan the trip in prior and took off at instance on a Friday evening as soon as the last class got completed.  Most of the unplanned trips turn out exciting than ever compared to those which are planned.  And it worked out for us”, said those enthusiastic souls. So here’s the itinerary:

Durgapur-àHowrah Stationà Dharamtallaà Find a bus that goes to Digha (takes 5-6 hours in bus and just 3 hours in train)à reached Digha Rly Station by 5.30am in the morning.

“By the time we reached Digha beach from the Railway Station, it was pitch dark and Sun was yet to come out of its abode.  It felt as if the sea was waiting for us and its tides welcomed us with their pleasant sound. If you happen to visit the beach, it’s best seen during Sunrise and Sunset. The Sun coming out of the horizon from the sea is a view one should never miss. We lingered there near the beach weighing the idea of getting into the water or not; finally giving up sanity and urgency of keeping off our bags in a hotel and we rushed into the water to cut through those wild tides! The water felt cool and clean unlike any other beaches we’ve seen.”

Hotels in Digha are right before the beach and charge reasonably along with spacious rooms and no restriction on number of persons allowed per room although an extra surcharge of few tens of rupees per head will be undeniable. “We all huddled together and dumped our bags after coming out of water and our ached bodies needed some nutrition. So we did take a break only to resume with Boat Rafting. We feared the boat would capsize and tied our life jackets cautiously, thankfully nothing of that sort happened!” At Digha, there’s Boat rafting where wearing a life jacket is an absolute necessity for there are many cases the boat get capsized; and there is Horse Riding.

“The horses were peculiarly dressed as if there’s a wedding nearby. But we didn’t care much as long as the horse let us ride on it! And the Sunset near the Old Digha beach which is near the New Digha was mesmerizing.”

“By this time we all were bankrupt and had to board a train to Howrah without ticket. A constant fear that the ticket inspector would find us out was lurking on all our heads. Even a man in black coat seemed like TT and one of us hid behind a pole near the platform! We got lucky and weren’t caught on this discrepancy.  Finally we managed to get on a train to Durgapur too! That’s how the unplanned event was filled with fun, bankruptcy, fear and thrill!” accounted my friends.

Digha Beach is a must-go for all those fun loving individuals and the final year batch groups who are planning for a two day vacation around Durgapur. It comes under budget, fun and mesmerizing.

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Originally written for : 'Renaissance'-the college magazine of NIT Durgapur.

Her Numb Mornings!

A quite chilly morning and a quiet room woke her up rather early to an unoccupied part of her bed that was too neat to make her understand he wasn't there. She lay there looking at those perfectly positioned pillows and unruffled sheets. For once, her world came to a halt.

She never noticed the beautiful design of the bedsheets until that morning and when her gaze shifted to the fluffy white pillow, she at once winced for not changing the pillow cover that still had one of his hair strands. But she would let it be, for as long as it was possible. Slowly she let her hand out of those warm sheets hoping to feel the warmth on that part of unoccupied bed; yet she was rewarded with stone cold emptiness. It was strange, for her inner-self didn't start blabbering to her the very moment she opened eyes. It's an ideal solution after all, to not think, to not understand the gravity of the situation, to stay still and not let the worldly routine and chores invade her peace.

Of all these years, only now did she start to notice and wonder the little details of their room, the cracks on the wall, the old ceiling fan which accumulated dust and stared gravely at her, the old newspapers coverings on the shelves whose odour she suddenly had the urge to breathe in. 

She always had this craving for smelling old books or papers that made her fascinating to him. That's how they met. In a library, when she was busy finding a book on those dusty stacks which were abandoned by most of the people, leaving them to be rescued from their solitude by her, she with her enthusiastic big glasses gleamed in coherence to the spark in her eyes when she found ''Wuthering Heights''. Unaware of any company she had, she quickly opened that old book and touched those yellow pages, worn out with time and inhaled the intoxicating smell. He was taken aback by this peculiar behaviour and started watching her until she noticed him. Their eyes met then, in the temple of books and old literature, where millions of dreams come true on delving into those stories the books held. 'That truly is an affair lasting for a lifetime', thought those dreamy old books in the stack room. Yet, his absence this morning questioned the magic the universe beholds.

Still in bed, unyielding to move out of it, her eyes searched for that hope, unwilling to give up and fathom the reality behind the quiet room. Yet she knew deep down her heart and far beneath her conscious mind that this was it. He was not coming back. She wanted to be angry at him, for maybe anger could preoccupy her from driving herself to madness. Anger can keep her going for a while, but she utterly failed at it too, making her return to this numbness which assuaged her and morphed the stinging pain of her heart. The pain, she remembered, and quickly made an effort to dodge those thoughts to the meaningless meanderings of comprehending the shades of the curtain covering the morning sun rays from slipping into her bedroom.

It felt incomplete. The room that echoed with their laughter doesn't seem the same. The bedside table that used to be occupied with his books was devoid of any life it previously had. The still and quiet room was as good as if it was dead. Dead? Now, her inner voice screamed with pain and disgust on fate, that she wanted him back; but who would hear her cries to get him back for her?!

He won't ever come back. EVER!

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"What are your plans this V-day?"

Jotting down the mysterious points our professor was dictating, I was taken aback when a classmate of mine turns back and asks me with a crooked smile, about my plans on this Valentines Day! I momentarily paused, weighed carefully the situation if i should reply sarcastically or not and finally resorted to an awkward chortle, all the while thinking of the dictation of notes. He gave a quizzical smile, unsatisfied with the amount of information i let pass and returned to copying the boring notes of the departmental subject.

Only 2 days to go for the so-called V-Day or Valentines' Day; for which different sects of people hold different opinions, ranging from marrying off the love birds when sighted to proposing that pretty girl the guy always wanted to, with a red rose! Facebook's app "Who will be your Valentine 2015" is getting many clicks owing to the weekend date and my mailbox seems to be filled with the promotional ads regarding "Easy Valentines' Day gifts for Girlfriend/Boyfriend". Clearly, Love Is In The Air!

Well, in another way, this Saturday, the poor old man who sells balloons near schools and colleges will sleep peacefully after his days' earnings; for the prissy girlfriends and the lovable cum caring boyfriends would find the heart-shaped red balloons "cute" and ''apt'' for the occasion. The red roses will have pricked more hands than ever this week and probably would have broken more hearts than ever when the College Sweetheart accepts the proposal of that dashing guy. And not to forget the specially made heart shaped cakes with red and pink cream used to celebrate or mark the love birds' anniversary!

Sitting back in my chair and treating myself with a hot cup of coffee, i reflect on the so-called 'plans' for this Saturday and take to quizzing my friends in proximity.

One of my girl friends said she made a greeting card and is organizing a surprise party for her boyfriend at a restaurant. Lucky him...! And a guy friend who is single says he is looking forward for the much-awaited World Cup Cricket match with his other Cricket fan-friends. Now, that's a perfect bro-date!

I then asked a rather cynical guy who recently got his heart broken about his plans, carefully shielding myself with a plate, anticipating he might throw an object on the absurdity of the question in his context. Thanks to his calmness, he replied " I'm gonna drink so badly that i will forget that 'she' ever existed." Well, I guess creatures with broken hearts are the wildest!

While I come across people who actually had 'plans' for V-day, there are other set of 'practical people'; who don't give two pence if its a V-day or not. For them, its just another feat by the corporate world to cash in the emotions of masses. That's a very practical way of stating the much hyped day.

Valentines' Day or not; I say one should make sure that their significant other feels special in one's company. And by the dear Singles' of the whole wide world...YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME!

Oh, by the way, I really am not the kind of person who 'plans' for a day!

Adios.

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“We only want ‘Virgin’ Bride for matrimony.”

A casual stroll in the park that evening led me to a group of gossiping aunties who were engrossed in some discussion. I barged in to find what’s amusing them this week only to hear “You don’t know? Mr. Sharma’s daughter is not a virgin it seems, and her marriage broke due to this reason! These days youngsters are too fast….it wasn't the same in our times…..” went on the banter.

I was shell-shocked to find that a guy rejected the beautiful and educated girl just on the basis of her hymen-status! It’s a sickening feeling that the society associates virginity to purity and chastity and see no scope of happy married life for that girl. What they fail to recognize is, the groom may not be a virgin either, but the bride should be “virgin, fair, tall and slim, preferably educated!”

Our society is very ironical at times. We tend to think the girl’s attire is responsible for her to be attacked by anti-social elements. We still have love jihads, honor killings, dowry practice; yet we boast of Indian culture and how it’s being adulterated with modernism!

There’s always a chance that the girl could have been in love and was hoping to get married, but when things didn’t turn out as planned, she walked out of the relationship. The girl invests emotionally and physically but when the matrimony doesn't favor her status of being a non-virgin, although it is perfectly alright for the guy who was involved before to get married with no questions asked about his virginity, imagine the heights of chutzpah the society exhibits!

Some uncles and aunties claim that the marriage can’t prosper if ‘she’ is not virgin before wedding. Experts say marriage can only progress when both the parties involved can confide in each other. When the groom is ready to trust and love his prospective wife, where does the question arise for the in-laws or the aunties of the society to even tag the girl as ‘impure’ or even make her undergo a virginity test! It becomes a different scenario when the male ego looks at the girl as a sex machine where the performances of different males are evaluated and hence won’t prefer him to be graded, eventually asking for a virgin bride! Its appalling how the survey conducted by Hindustan Times says 63% of men in India prefer virgins for marriage. For such individuals, marriage could never be a healthy relationship and the girl will always be in the shadow of the dominant male.

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Well, its not just in our society. Lady Diana of England was asked to undergo virginity test before her marriage into the royalty. With so much hype around virginity test, experts say that one could never tell if an individual is virgin or not. And recent developments in plastic surgery has brought a new procedure called Hymenoplasty which re-constructs the hymen, which people fancily call as “re-virgination” which is just as ridiculous as preferring a virgin-bride in the first place.

          

The problem arises with the narrow mindset one cultivates and the herd-mentality people develop.  Its not just the grooms that ask for virgin brides, but there are demands for virgin-grooms too! The whole hullabaloo revolving around who is virgin and who is not is pointless. Unless one can start to trust their partner and not consider sex as something vile and accept it’s a natural process, there won’t be any end to the arguments regarding virgin-bride.

Its high time every girl owns up what her body is; hymen or no-hymen, she can have a fulfilling marriage if she wants to! 

The not-so-perfect Love Story

Staring at the screen of my friend's laptop; i reminisce the old times with my laptop when it was in working condition with its soft keys that never made noise while typing incessantly like i am now, with an additional nagging from my friend to stop the goddamn typing. I will, once i tell my story. Here it goes......

It was Summer of 2012. Elated with the completion of my first year of Engineering, i came home to a brand new laptop my brother bought for me, which will be my love of life for the next two and a half years.

The first few months were great between us. Our chemistry was mesmerizing, the machine worked flawlessly and i loved every aspect of it and its safe to assume that my laptop loved me back too, selflessly! And then within few months, as every relationship encounters problems, we had one too. The genuineness of Windows 7 software became a glitch to the almost perfect system. I started disliking it; for the initial infatuation was lost and i tried switching to other Operating System. Ubuntu seemed a better option. Easy to download and great software and never gets virus! I indulged in the idea for a while. Well, i did more than just indulging when my poor Windows 7 suffered.

After a lot of attempts and giving up on Ubuntu; for different reasons; a solution came up. A software that can overwrite "windows is not genuine". Once again, everything went back to normal and we resumed our relationship. Sometimes, things just fall back into place even when everything seems hopeless. Soon as time passed, another component got added, the 'external keyboard' to make things easier; for typing of course. But you know, who would like the idea of carrying the keyboard everywhere you go with your laptop?! It was tiresome, yet something i made peace with. We were happy that way!

An year passed and still no problem and i boasted of my laptop. And then the storm hit us. It suddenly stopped working and upon consulting a technician; i was told i should format or rather have an upgraded version instead of Windows 7! I was always told to have a backup for times like these and i gave a deaf ear for that. Its almost like losing a whole 10000 word essay with a single 'close' button accidentally clicked only because you forgot saving it earlier! Without any backup, without the working laptop; it just feels like some deficiency in life. But it goes without saying that we did good. The machine worked without any major flaws for a long period. Afterall, its Lenovo! That my dear reader, is my love story with a Lenovo B570 i3 Core Processor with 8GB RAM, 650GB HDD!

So what went wrong? Was it the backup or was my attempts at installing Ubuntu previously weren't good enough? I am still figuring out while the other part of brain is busy finding out who's got a Windows 7 Ultimate 32 bit cracked version to format my C-drive.

Please notify me if you have it. Its utmost needed.

Guess its time to 'stop typing'. Adios.

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