I VLOGed FOR THE FIRST TIME!! :)

HELLO!

What a day..Mine was tiring...WHAT ABOUT YOURS?!
and now ...your treat!

THIS

Hope you enjoyed it!
Come back and leave a comment! :D

Take care,

Love,
xoxo
Mitali

p.s. The story behind my screenname...anyone interested? :P
Any other requests or topics to talk about? Let me know!

Truly, Sadly, Pathetic excuse for a blog! :(

Till 12 30 this afternoon, my day was going great.
My teacher expected me to get an A on my term paper, One Republic was following me on Twitter, my best-friend I were finally going to spend get some time together after she got a boyfriend, & there was going to be a new episode of Gossip Girl & One Tree Hill, but apparently fate had something else in mind.
Till then it was drizzling, you know the sort that you sorta like, and don’t mind, but then by the time it was 3 it was pouring.
And I hate it when it pours.
But I love it too.
It all depends on my mood.
And today I was not in an extremely social interaction mood. I mean I would tolerate the people I needed to se, but beyond that. No.
So it sucked that I got assigned another article for the college newspaper, but, BUT the plus point there was that I get paid. $25 per article! ~yayyy~
So right now I’m stuck writing about how the Yankee’s aren’t doing that well and I have no idea what to write since I am not a baseball person. Also I don’t know what to write on it …I mean c’mon 600 words no less on something I don’t even care about is just a drag.. And I hope I can make it by tomorrow. Plus I’m meeting Dr. Maya Angelou tomorrow and that is another event that I will look absolutely unprepared for since I haven’t prepared the slightest bit for it?
So moving on to more important matters, I challenged Jordan to say my name right and find out its meaning. He said he would have to do some research and he did do so and he found it.
HE GOT IT RIGHT!
ON THE FIRST GO!
NO ONE DOES!
EVER!

Well here are his exact tweets .

JayOrDan23@MitaliandMe I am not ready yet to take on that challenge. I must do research, for I'm certain it isn't as easy to say as it looks.3:45 PM Apr 19th from TweetDeck in reply to MitaliandMe

JayOrDan23@MitaliandMe Oh right. Well your name is pronounce Mee-tah-lee Da-way. Mitali means friendship and Dave means.. something to do w/ studying?
about 5 hours ago from TweetDeck in reply to MitaliandMe

JayOrDan23@MitaliandMe Like I said, I had to do some research. I'll just leave it at that. CHALLENGE COMPLETE.
about 5 hours ago from web in reply to MitaliandMe

JayOrDan23@MitaliandMe Well it's not much of a secret. I used the INTERNET. Google, to be specific
about 4 hours ago from TweetDeck in reply to MitaliandMe

And that is how, he SUCCEEDED in the challenge I issued him, and now I think it will be my turn to take him up on any challenge he throws my way.

That’s it for tonight folks. I have reached my limit. It’s sad. It’s pathetic. I know, I know. But I’m thinking of more exciting things to write my blog on and hopefully I will be able to do that with the event tomorrow. Wish me luck!
Take care

Au revior
Adios
Hasta la vista
Sayonara

Love
Xoxo
Mitali


p.s. DAILY RECOMMENDATION!
The Boyfriend List by E.Lockhart! :)

Impromptu decisions, my Lady (AGAIN), and a Special Surprise! :)

So I made an impromptu decision today. My post would have to be a minimum of 400 words. Random number but I think it’s important to set a goal for me to get into the habit of sitting down and writing for a while at a length.
Also I do want my blog to be featured one day...So this is also an excellent exercise to make sure that happens...SOMEDAY :)

I look at the social networking sites today, (and also the number I am a part of, which is one too many, on the other hand not that many compared to some people I know) and I realized that what a waste of time they are. Some, like Facebook have even been said to do this

So I have unconsciously, uh, well before my conscience decides to butt her cute butt in, Yes I have consciously reduced the amount of time I spend on Facebook. But then I spend just the same amount of time, if not more on Twitter. But then I reduced Yahoo/MSN/Gtalk/AIM and everything else too, but then that was because my mother started using my laptop a lot more and started calling it hers. Now that was really annoying. And then I went and got a Skype account. So now my computer has been slowed down my the multitude of sites mentioned above and many more which I shall not name, but let it be known they are not all for me, the unmentioned ones that is.
I happen to be Indian, it wasn’t my decision, although it could be said that I was conceived somewhere in the middle of the forests of Kenya/Nairobi/Tanzania. Yes I know it is sort of gross to think about it when it comes down to it all, BUT I think that’s where I get my sense of adventure and love of travelling from. Wednesday I had to do a presentation n South Asia for my World Geography class and since India takes up ¾ of the land mass in the realm, I got a chance to talk about my motherland.

I had been planning for this moment for weeks and as I said yesterday I had sort of become a procrastinator lately,uh yes dear conscience we all know your opinion on that one, I left it up to the night before, which unfortunately a very bad decision. My laptop sometimes randomly shuts down and Tuesday happened to be one of those days. My laptop shut down 4 times and by 12 30 I was in full on panic mode because it had already deleted my presentation thrice. SO I decided to go to sleep and wake up at 4 in the morning and do it all over again. This is no mean feat let me tell you. And then the presentation itself will be the topic of tomorrow’s post.


But for today, hmm let’s see I still have to give you the rest of my Lady, and then I have to recommend a book and I have to finish my Boston trip contrast/comparison thing. But I still don’t think that’ll still be quite enough I mean I’ve already surpassed the 400 words self-inflicted requirement by now. So, what next?

Let me talk a little about myself? Uh yeah, I loooooooooooove that topic. I love talking. And reading. Skating.Twittering. And did I already mention READING?
Uh I did. ;)

Yeah basically my life revolves around those two things Reading and Talking. But that’s just for now. There is definitely more than that, but I don’t want to mention them all right now. And I have reached 602 words so I’m going to give my Lady the floor and do my recommendations and take your leave .

There you go my Lady, the floor is all yours!

But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often through the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, went to Camelot;
Or when the Moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed.
"I am half sick of shadows," said
The Lady of Shalott.
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the barley sheaves,
The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
Beside remote Shalott
The gemmy bridle glitter'd free,
Like to some branch of stars we see
Hung in the golden Galaxy.
The bridle bells rang merrily
As he rode down to Camelot:
And from his blazon'd baldric slung
A mighty silver bugle hung,
And as he rode his armor rung
Beside remote Shalott.

And so ends my post for the day!
I have my meeting with my advisor tomorrow morning regarding my term paper
And I hope he agrees with the angle I want to take on this paper.


Wish me luck!
Take care,
Au revoir
Adios
Sayonara
Hasta La Vista
Goodbye

Love,
xoxo
Mitali

p.s. Today’s recommendation is Avalon high by Meg Cabot
And since I forgot one yesterday.. Its Audrey wait! By Robin Benway
If anyone of you has either books let me know what you think of them!



p.p.s I think the blog looks too drab without a pic..so here goes...
I TOOK THIS ONE!









Yes!That is Ryan Tedder, the lead singer of One Republic!

April 18, 2009 at 11:58pm

BEDA Buddies, possible writer's block and Lady Of Shalott...My savior!

I have been pondering ...[hmm nice choice of word.]
Sorry that was my conscience...she does that sometimes..
Anyways.

I was pondering about what to Blog about today and BEDA buddy Devyn even helped me out...
BUT
heres the thing..
I have rather become the procrastinating type lately..
OH lets be real... (THERE GOES MY CONSCIENCE AGAIN!)
I have always been like that...
Are you happy now? [to my conscience that is ;) ]

I think Im going to stick with my Lady ;) and i have only 7 more minutes left so,.... ARGHHH!!!!
CONSCIENCE ATTACK!

Heres my Lady...

There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.

And moving through a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Camelot;
There the river eddy whirls,
And there the surly village churls,
And the red cloaks of market girls
Pass onward from Shalott.

Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,
An abbot on an ambling pad,
Sometimes a curly shepherd lad,
Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad
Goes by to tower'd Camelot;
And sometimes through the mirror blue
The knights come riding two and two.
She hath no loyal Knight and true,
The Lady of Shalott.


I like to think that someday I'll find my own Lancelot, or even Arthur for that matter.
But then I wish SOMEDAY would be TODAY
And I happen to know a lot of you young ladies out there think so too..
SO message me and we shall talk more about that..
Yeah right! More is an understatement... Will you ever be able to stop?

Uh, conscience, I think its time for you to go! Good-bye

Shes gone..
and So am I..
Take care guys!

Au revoir
Hasta La Vista
Adios
Sayonara


Love
xoxo
Mitali

p.s. Its 11:57
I MADE IT!!!! Thank God! :)

April 17, 2009 at 9:41pm

Lady Of Shalott, BEDA buddies et all.... :)

So ths past week has sort of been amazing...
Wednesday ...Oh! I could talk about that for hours!
Bust as promised I shall deliver a few more verses of Tennyson's Lady Of Shalott!
And as a special treat for my BEDA buddies...

My BEDA Team:
Devyn (who is stressful)
Meghan (from Philaelphia)
Mitali Dave [ME]
Aubrey (from Peculiar)

..tomorrow I shall attempt to write an actual blog post :P

So here we go,..

Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Through the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four grey walls, and four grey towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.

By the margin, willow veil'd,
Slide the heavy barges trail'd
By slow horses; and unhail'd
The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd
Skimming down to Camelot:
But who hath seen her wave her hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand?
Or is she known in all the land,
The Lady of Shalott?

Only reapers, reaping early,
In among the bearded barley
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly;
Down to tower'd Camelot;
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers, " 'Tis the fairy
The Lady of Shalott."

Aaaahhhhh, the language! I cannot even begin to imagine what I would have been like had there not been poetry like Tennyson's or Blake's or Shelly's
or
SHAKESPEARE....
I would be dead without him!


Please do not forget the word ATTEMPT... as it shall play an extremly important role in the post tomorrow ;)

Thats all folks!
Au revior

Love
Mitali

p.s. NEW FEATURE....DAILY RECOMMENDATION!
Today's recommendation... If I Stay- Gayle Forman
(another story about that on a blog post, deff!)

April 16, 2009 at 8:45pm

Poems....some of my favorites..

SO here is the first verse from one of my favorite poems
Its by Tennyson
Im also writing my paper on it....
SO its sort of a review :D
Here we go...

The Lady of Shalott

(apologize for the modern pic)

On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And through the field the road run by
To many-tower'd Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of Shalott.


Also, since Elaine, Lady of Shalott is a character from the Legend of King Arthur, I have always been fascinated by the story and the characters
Thats another reason behind this poem being the specific topic of my term paper! :D


Take care,
Mitali

p.s. I might treat you to a few more tomorrow!

April 15, 2009 at 11:51pm

Long Ass DAy

UGHH
Ive been up since 4 but since I wanted to do this everyday gotta fulfill my promise :P

Im gonna post my favorite poem
and its also Susane Colasanti's fav poem
it was in her book too...
Its by e.e. Cummings

i carry your heart with me by E. E. Cummings

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)


Take care
Good night
Love
Mitali

April 14, 2009 at 11:41pm

Hectic days

Days like today annoy me the most
when the job of the event planner or the graphic designer fall to the secretary
ME!
I hate when that happens....
SO today Im taking a day off and not writing much at allll
this is it.
NO spell check
no punctuations
NOTHING

I
AM
NOT
GOING
TO
DO
ANYTHING
BUT
WATCH
HOUSE

partly because its the only thing I can watch :)

TTYL

Love
Mitali

April 13, 2009 at 8:37pm

On My Way Back... :)

I love Megabus!!
Atleast they have INTERNET!!
Well I wanted to do a blog about the differnce but there wasn't any time todo so
So unfortunately I'm going to talk about my trip back home for a few minutes and then I'll be out of ur hair ;)
South Station Boston is sort of easy to get lost in
BUT not If you're with me ;)
Boston is beautiul
I love the architecture and the feel of the city but not as much NYC
I dont think anything can match NYC
It's just too powerful to describe
Next up was Hartford
Another university central of sorts
Hartford is on my list of towns to visit before I die
Like Boston I loved the old colonial structures and the feel of the old and the new together was just astounding
Stephanie Savage and Josh Schwartz named it
NEW HAVEN CAN WAIT
WEll for me it's more like... New Haven CANT Wait ;)
I've heard so much about this town that I just can't ignore it
And even if I hadn't heard about it from others Gilmore Girls and Gossip Girl were enough & my knowledge of the palce!

April 12, 2009 at 9:52pm

Trip to Massachusetts....

So this is my second trip here
The first one was in October and the trees were still intact, there were leaves galore and oh! the colors...red, yellow,green,shades of oranges!
Oh the colors mesmerize me....I have pics to show....
And now ..
Aah the bare trees , they ask to be full of leaves like Autumn when the leaves were still on...

So lets see here are the pics from Autumn :)



Oops sorry couldn't resist one of me from back then! Right after I got my hair cut...
(INSIDE INFO :: I might get them cut tomorrow)




And the beautiful town of Methuen!







The bridge that I had to cross over to walk to the Borders store and also Old Navy, GAP & STARBUCKS!! ;)





The FUNERAL HOME that doesn't look like a FUNERAL HOME!





And the sunset, Oh the sunset!

I'm gonna go out tomorrow again, since I'm here till tomorrow evening and I'll take the pics of all these places again! :)

Till then,
Adios
Hasta La Vista
Au Revior
Arrivederci
Sayonara
Good bye

Love,
Mitali

April 11, 2009 at 2:51pm

Untitled poem I wrote when my best friend annoyed the hell out of me!

You frustrate me
Annoy me
Anger me
And everything else that I don’t want to be.

I have no part in this
I have made no mistake
Yet I am blamed

You -my best friend are supposed to be my shield;
My armor.
Instead you attack me
Cloak you dagger and injure me

Unintentionally even
It hurts
More than my meager words can express
The hurt never sways.

The problem in itself tiny enough to be inconsequential
‘Tis been made a mountain of a mole hill.
Though no mistake of mine
Am I to be blamed?

April 10, 2009 at 3:51pm

To Die Or Not To Die...



Every bad day has its highlights ...
Today has its good moments and oh! A plethora of bad ones…
But its one of those days when I take a look at my bookshelf and pick out one of my favorite books and just re-read it.
So I decided to stop by a local library and pick out some of my favorite books and some I haven’t read before so I could cheer myself up!
The ones ® are the ones I have already read… and the others are just awaiting their turn.


List of Books

Girl Of The Moment – Lizabeth Zindel
The Break Up Bible –Melissa Kantor
Love, Meg – C. Leigh Purtill
The Boyfriend List – E. Lockhart
The Boy Book – E. Lockhart
Dramarama – E .Lockhart
Are we there yet? – David Levithan (Don’t scream Khy) ;)
Vegan,Virgin,Valentine – Carolyn Mackler
Lock & Key - Sarah Dessen ®
Audrey Wait!- Robin Benway ®
I’d Tell You I Love You, But Then I’d Have To Kill You – Ally Carter ®
Cross My Heart and Hope To Spy – Ally Carter ®



Maybe I should start my own review blog. Any comments? Suggestions?
Help me!
Please ;)

April 9, 2009 at 11:49pm

To Write or Not To Write!

Ughhh.
the day stated with a smile
but doesn't look like its going to end with one...
so another one of my sad poems....unluckily I'm running out of them! :(

The Encounter of our Eyes


There’s something in your eyes that catches my fancy.

It’s the look of them, I think.


Or maybe the intensity with which you stare back into mine.

The look of them does things to my equilibrium, I cannot say.

The look of them shows me facets of you, I couldn’t say.

The look of them shows me the real you, I can say.


There’s something in your eyes that catches my fancy.

It’s the look of them, I think.

Or maybe the intensity with which you stare back into mine.


Your eyes do crazy things to me, I must say.

Your eyes tell me everything you can’t say.

Your eyes show me everything you don’t say.


There’s something in your eyes that catches my fancy.

It’s the look of them, I think.

Or maybe the intensity with which you stare back into mine.


As I look into your hazel eyes,

And you into my chocolate-brown ones;

There only one thing fluttering through my brain.

The fine-tuning between them,

Their language -

Unbeknownst to us;

Saying a million things

That we can’t comprehend.


I see in your eyes,

The desire for more.

Something primitive,

Akin to desire,

Is it lust?

Or love?

I’d like to think it is.


A shiver runs down my spine.


Call me a Romantic,

Or call me a Dreamer,

I’m still a realist.


I know what I see in your eyes,

Because I know it reflects what’s in mine.


The angst, the anxiousness, the eagerness to be one,

To be meshed into one another’s soul.

To be one- in every sense of the word.



The Encounter of our Eyes

April 8, 2009 at 9:00pm

For You

When you blame me,
For all that I have supposedly not done;
I try not to let your words get to me.
When you blame me,
For all that I have definitely not done;
I try not to let you get to me.
When you blame me,
For all that I have most assuredly done;
I try to get to you.
Because I know,
Whether I’m right or wrong,
Either way,
I am at fault,
Because according to you,
I can’t do One thing right.
So,
For you,
I’m doing this one thing right.
I’m Leaving you

April 7, 2009 at 8:09pm

I Feel Like A Butterfly....

I feel like a butterfly
Who needs to fly,
But can’t.

I feel like butterfly
Who needs to break out of her cocoon,
But can’t.

I feel like a butterfly
Who needs to spread her wings,
But can’t.

I feel like a butterfly
Who wants to shout out to the world,
“Here I am, all grown up, and ready to fly”.

I feel like a butterfly
Who needs to prove
To all those disapproving eyes looking upon her;
Thinking that it is too early for her to take flight.

I feel like a butterfly,
Who thinks,
T'was past time she took flight.

I feel like a butterfly
Who is perched on the petal of the flower,
About to take her first fill of the proffered sweet nectar,
But is unaware of the lurking danger.

I feel like a butterfly
Who is ready to take on life,
And the challenges it throws her way.

I feel like a butterfly
Who is ready to take on life,
And the challenges it throws her way.

I feel like a butterfly
Who needs to breathe;
To leave the suffocated enclosure
She has been bred In.

I feel like a butterfly
Who knows what she wants;
Who knows what she is;
Who knows what she wants to be;
But can’t.

I feel like a butterfly,
Who has faced enough,
In what little of life she has seen.

I feel like a butterfly,
Who is ready to give it all up

April 6, 2009 at 10:48pm

Rollercoaster – the only word that personifies my day to a T

I woke up this morning expecting it to pour, but not rain cats and dogs. Seriously, I mean they were everywhere. On the road, on the sidewalk, on every available surface. Traffic was bad, the cars were piling up and everyone was getting annoyed. I swear this wasn’t a dream. It was real
I saw it .with my own two eyes…
Or so I thought. I was dreaming in my dreams that I dreamt of such an event occurring.
Gotchu.
It was raining- cats and dogs- but only figuratively not literally.
I kept thinking of my home in India and all my cousins. That’s another thing the weather does to you. It makes you nostalgic. It sure did me. I kept thinking of all my cousins and my grandparents and all the aunts and uncles I haven’t seen in over 2 years.
My best friend managed to cheer me up, but it didn’t really go away for the rest of the day, that feeling, that there’s something wrong, somewhere something is happening that shouldn’t be and that I should be there. Stopping it. Preventing it. I couldn’t shake it away; the feeling just kept coming back.
On top of everything I kept trying to get over this “latent attraction” I keep on feeling for this guy that looks ridiculously similar to my first boyfriend.
I went to all my classes did everything right, but it wouldn’t work. Until, I saw someone. The face looked vaguely familiar. I realized it was just the person I had been thinking about. It was my favorite high school teacher.
I was sooo freaking happy to see him; I absolutely, completely lost it. I was grinning after that, thinking back to high school and all those days of endless fun, of being young and care-free, atleast for a while…
I sometimes miss it. I wish I could have it back, or even more of it…
But seeing Mr. Bouchard made me realize that you can’t always have what you want in life... (The memories...NOT HIM)
[See Maureen I know you soo well that I know what’s going to come to your mind when you read this]
But I spent the rest of the evening emailing old friends and catching up with them, it felt good. And now I’m going to go back to reading my book and falling asleep and waking up at 5 30 in the A.M for an 8’o clock class!
Adios amigos
Au revoir
Sayonara
Arrivederci
Good-bye

Love,
Mitali

P.S. I just saw on MS Word..I have 417 words!!! hahaha ;)

April 5, 2009 at 11:10pm

Searching For Answers

Searching For Answers
What is it?
That which governs
My thoughts;
My actions;
My feelings.

Is it bitterness?
Or is it disappointment?
Is it both?
Is it either?
Or neither?

Why is it that
All this time,
All I’ve had are
Questions, questions and questions?

What is this emotion
Quelling inside of me?
What is it called?
Why can I not put a finger on it?

Is it because
It doesn’t have a name?
Or is it because
It is too powerful to be named?

Why is it that
All I have are Questions, Questions, and Questions!
Why not answers?

My IQ level is 138.
Is that good or bad?
I think good.
If it is good,
Why is it that
All I have are unanswered questions???

Why is it that every time
I pick up my pen,
I encounter Questions;
More Questions;
Only Questions;
And not answers?

I look for them.
I look for them high;
I look for them low.
I look for them under;
I look for them above.

But do I find them?
I think the Answer is no.

Why is it so hard to find an answer?
Am I looking too hard?
Or am I not looking at all?
Am I looking in all the right places?
Or in all the wrong ones?

Why is it
That this bus ride has
Inspired me more than
My safe haven of a home?

Why is it
That the countless bumps and brakes
Do nothing to my thought process
But accentuate it?

Why is this
Over-the-top urge,
To put this feeling into words,
So hard to describe?

Why is it that?
All I have are Questions, Questions, and Questions??!!
Why not answers?

As this bus-ride approaches its end,
My words start pouring out,
With double the intensity and passion than before...
They just keep flowing like the endless river…

Why is that?
Why is that ? I ask.
WHY is that?

Why is that all I have are Questions, Questions, and Questions??!!


My blog posts may not be conventional...but hey atleast Im writing something down!

April 4, 2009 at 11:31pm

partayyyy

Quick post
I'm at a party
I'm in Pennsylvania and I'm partying it right now
So adiós!!!
Talk to you manyana!
;)
Luv
Mitali

April 3, 2009 at 5:24pm

Pennsylvania!

MAUREEN
Im in your home state
loll :)
Bushkill PA is pretty cool so far!
Hectic day so far...
Im sooooo tired,I could fall asleep and not wake up until idk 2 days from now....
This room is pretty pretty and the view....of the tennis courts....is awesome too :D


Going to dinner in 5 minutes...So i just thought that I should post coz after 6 Im gonna be sooo busy till tomorrow morning !
Lolll


Pool Party tonight baaaabyyy!

ooo btw I was mentioned in an article....

http://www.schoollibraryjournal.com/article/CA6646033.html

Let me know what you think!

Love,
Mitali

April 2, 2009

UNTITLED

So I just realised I hadnt posted today and I was panicking , so this is my fallback!


Your first impression on me-
A cocky jerk, full of himself.
On digging underneath all those layers,
I found a sensitive, very vulnerable man,
No- a boy, trapped in the man,
Unable to show his true fears.

We found each other.
We shared our dilemmas’;
We shared our glee.
We showed each other our fears;
We aided each other overcome them.
You became a model for me,
Made me what I am now,
Self-confident, strong, and humane;
Transferred some of your wonderful qualities to me.

So, today,
Why do you have to leave me hanging like this?
Solitary,
All alone- to share this burden,
We vowed to share together;
Giving me no rhyme or reason
To hope that you will be back.

Did our friendship count for nothing?
It meant the world to me.
Your acceptance, support and inexplicable trust,
Was nothing but a hoax?

How do I believe that?
When every step I faltered,
You were right there to steady me,
Hold my hand, and carry me.

Do I give no significance to those memories?
Let them crumble to dust and disintegrate into the mist?
Those precious times,
You were my sole confidant,
My person,
The one I could turn to,
Without expecting to be judged or questioned
For my words, actions, or deeds.

Do I let them go?



More to come tomorrow I promise!

Wednesday April 1st

APRIL FOOL!!!!!! ...I mean I said to Khy I wouldnt post..BUT I AM!!! soo APRIL FOOL KHY!!! :D

Wednesday April 1st

So…. I walk to class, a nervous wreck, fretting over my mid-term grade. I walk into class.
Professor Sadock looks up, halfway through what it looks like grading a paper.

“Oh! I’m grading your paper!”, he says.

Like that doesn’t scare me more out of my mind than I am.
If such a thing is possible, that is.
He then tells me that he’s going to start class as soon as he is done grading my paper.


I sit there, right in front of him, chewing on my nails...furiously so. The suspense will be the death of me!
Or so I thought, but as you can see I’m right here, alive and well to tell you the tale.

So, I sit there, with my life in my throat.
You may say why is she so uptight? Why is she freaking out over a simple grade?

Well, to me it’s the most important because it’s my favorite class.
World Lit makes my day, even if I had the worst morning in the history of worst mornings, nothing can fix it like Worls Lit does.
The rest of my day was nothing special to talk about although my evening... ah my sweet evening.

I got outta class early coz I wanted to be in NY by 6 and I am so happy I did coz then if I had been late I wouldnt have been able to meet Coe & Susane & Sarah again....

and all those other authors that made my evening fantabulous! ;)


So thats it for tonight I have to go read James Joyce, write my first journal entry for my English Lit class and then sleep and wake up at 5! :(

Sleep Well me hearties,
Jack Sparrow will be in your dreamies ;)
j/k

Take care,
Luv
Mitali

Apology

Heyy

To people who might possibly have visited my blog to see my BEDA posts
I APOLOGISE
I just got stuck with posting on the ning ...
I am extremely sorry..
I am however about to repost all of them day by day on here..K?
Hope you forgive me!


Love
Mitali
xoxo

The Prequel to BEDA!

So..as I sit here trying to figure out why I am not able to write my Geography paper, I decided to write the pre-post? to BEDA?
Sort of an inaugural speech perhaps?Oh! Who am I kidding? Its just an exercise to see if I am in general bored or am I really suffering from writer's block..which from all the rambling that Ive been doing all day seems to be untrue.
Now what would you say if you were reading this post?..Gee..let me think about it...
Some of you might say -
"What is she talking about? a pre-post? whats that?Is she serious?"


Or maybe not?
Now that I think of it, definitely not.
So a pre-post is basically just my thoughts on BEDA, constant rambling that never makes sense and just an exercise to pass time until dinner is ready and I have to start setting up the table.
Which is just about NOW. :)

So ..
Au revior
Adios amigos
Hasta La Vista
and
Good-bye


p.s. I shall be back!

How do I figure you out?

How do I figure you out?

You sit not five feet from me,
I hear you talk,
I hear you breathe.
The atmosphere is dense,
Not a sound to mar the silence,
I peek a glance,
I look away.
But that one look,
Stays ingrained.


At times,
You seem’d interested,
At times,
You look’d disinterested.
At times,
You’d pretend ignorance,
At times,
You’d fake concern.

How do I figure you out?

You gave me your number,
Asked me to give u a call,
You give me a smile,
Melted my heart,
Took my breath captive.
Look’d into my eyes,
Show’d me yours – fathomless.
I lost myself in them,
Forgot everything that mattered,
And remember’d only you.

How do I figure you out?

The Encounter of our Eyes

The Encounter of our Eyes

There’s something in your eyes that catches my fancy.

It’s the look of them, I think.

Or maybe the intensity with which you stare back into mine.

The look of them does things to my equilibrium, I cannot say.

The look of them shows me facets of you, I couldn’t say.

The look of them shows me the real you, I can say.

There’s something in your eyes that catches my fancy.

It’s the look of them, I think.

Or maybe the intensity with which you stare back into mine.

Your eyes do crazy things to me, I must say.

Your eyes tell me everything you can’t say.

Your eyes show me everything you don’t say.

There’s something in your eyes that catches my fancy.

It’s the look of them, I think.

Or maybe the intensity with which you stare back into mine.

As I look into your hazel eyes,

And you into my chocolate-brown ones;

There only one thing fluttering through my brain.

The fine-tuning between them,

Their language -

Unbeknownst to us;

Saying a million things

That we can’t comprehend.

I see in your eyes,

The desire for more.

Something primitive,

Akin to desire,

Is it lust?

Or love?

I’d like to think it is.

A shiver runs down my spine.

Call me a Romantic,

Or call me a Dreamer,

I’m still a realist.

I know what I see in your eyes,

Because I know it reflects what’s in mine.

The angst, the anxiousness, the eagerness to be one,

To be meshed into one another’s soul.

To be one- in every sense of the word.

The Encounter of our Eyes