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A)Good Nervousness and Bad nervousness I feel nervous on several occasions.When I have a grand surprise for someone.When I have sent in an application for something I am really keen about.When I am going to try something new-which I am either scared about or have been wanting to try my whole life or both. My good nervousness is when I know I can do well,but still I am nervous because I've not done it before.My bad nervousness is when I am more confident that I am about to ruin something even though I know I can actually do it. I like to be left alone either way, I don't like people 'pep talking'.I don't mind when they distract me with some random 'Pup trying to find its tail' type pointless stories.I don't even mind when they tell me,once or maybe twice that I can do it.Especially if it is right before. Today I was thinking,how since after school I have been scared of the stage.Yes,ironically so.Especially when it came to speeches and more so speec...

Yes,Queasy. That's how i remember feeling when a friend told me about how some worker who had come to do some repairs at home treated her,I was eight.I did not understand but I still felt awful and very bad for my friend.She,did not tell people at home.I do not talk to that girl anymore,but it had to do with growing up with other interests.At that point she was a close friend,whose house I went to for every birthday party. Queasy. I have had/still do some friends whom I can talk about anything under the sun.From crushes,to craziness ordeals,to complaints and wishes.Everything.Among my school friends,i have two such friends.Though they may not know me as well as some others,my school friends know my basic self,the un-altering angry-crazy core self.And even the good parts.One of these friends,I was talking to about child abuse and how there is no adjective to describe how i feel about it.Horrendous maybe but that seems too simple too.And then,this friend (whom at that point I k...

Never ending or beginning. Like another Feb. Now gone. Now to come. Here's to those, who wrote,and those who read.To those,who will write and read. Cheers.

Why I soon might become a notorious person/Why I am soon be banned from my family/Why people may soon stop claiming to know me I do things on a whim.Although,on the whole I am a spectacularly lazy person. -While we were coming back from college in intermediate (eh,I used to sit at on the school children's special seat on the auto) I asked a person driving a big vehicle (something like a scorpio,don't remember the exact vehicle,I call them Jeep type cars.) whether he was mad,very politely.Reason: It was a red signal at police lines and this person was honking non stop,pointlessly. See,In Hyd,if there is no pointless honking,you should be worried.But this was a little too much. -While walking back home once,I took out a two rupee coin and gave it to an fifty-sixty something man.Reason: He stopped and was about to pee,he put his grand daughter down and was about to do this.In my marredpally,on our street! So I gave him the two rupees and told him that the nearest public toi...

Storytellers Shining voices carried by the wind Tales of old and more Some told to curious grandchildren some more just heard some recollections of incidents and some echo some told with creativity with madness and heart stories that scared our wits we heard with held breathes ones,we cry just think of ones,from which smiles are formed spreading love and awe where do you learn? dear teller, the skills of your art do they begin in your mother's womb, when she told you a word or two to calm your pacing heart? or did it start when you grew up wondering what was what? did that thought bring more words to touch others' hearts? or was it when your little one, needed a soothe a quite tale to sleep and dream the art? when she grows up, like you did, like the ancestors of yours will spell spells that wills the listener to wander in her thoughts My maternal grandmother,mother and sister are the story tellers of my house.I have not met anyone else who tells stories likes these people ...

Why did February go so quickly? Was it something that you said ? Really,what did I do this month?Blog,eat,laze.Blog,eat,laze.And repeat.No shuffle.

I like Summers.Especially the summer nights.More so the breeze during summer nights. Sadly though,Its not even March and summer is already here.In fact,it has been here for almost ten days now.I feel bad that the season in India,which when we children were so demarcated are now haywire. I used to loved Hyderabadi winters,but somehow we no longer seem to have such Winters in most parts of the city. (places like UoH,Lingampally,BHEL have winters pretty decent as opposed to concrete jungled parts of the city.) I know it all comes down to global warming,I know my stance in that regard.But,that is not what this post is about.Its about summers. Nights,Mangos,Lime Juice (unlimited), Avakai (okay,alright that is Mango again,but hey,thats a different form),Sunrises,Sunsets,Ugadi, Vacation-nostalgia.I don't know if this would change few year later (the taste,not the summer) but I will always love these things about Summer!