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This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 34; the thirty-fourth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is “Of-Course, I’m insane”
Sometimes I am on top of the world
Sometimes I cry when I am angry
Sometimes I look lean as a skeleton
Sometimes I want to visit Venice
Sometimes I get startled like a touch-me-not
Sometimes I sleep like a log
Sometime I do multitasking
Sometimes I am as weak as a kitten
Sometimes I laugh while working
Sometimes I dream with my eyes open
Sometimes I am as lazy as a ship in the doldrums
Sometimes I want to be a librarian
Sometimes I am so cold like a frozen lake
Sometimes I collect bus tickets
Sometimes I look at people and wonder
Sometimes I want to be perfect
Sometimes I am lonely like a snow flake lost in ocean
Sometimes I wish I had a wand in my hand
Sometimes I dance like flower in the wind
Sometimes I am as white as a sheet
Sometimes I am sweet like honey
Sometimes I want this and
Sometimes I want that
Sometimes I think “Of course, I am insane”
and all other times I am just ME. 🙂
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Recently I watched this movie “Dear John” in which John’s father Mr. Tyree is a coin collector. He has a magnifying glass and gloves using which he shows off his coins. Suddenly while watching the movie I got the idea of writing a post on coin collection. Though I don’t have magnifying glass and gloves but I do have a small collection of coins which are 100-150 in numbers.
I started collecting coins after I saw my grandfather carefully keeping his favourite coins in small boxes. I have got a lot many Indian coins from him except for Republic Day special Rs 50 coin. He says he’ll give it to me when the right time comes. Still I try to get that coin from him :-).
I also have coins from various countries like US,Nepal,Japan,Kuwait etc.I can say my father is the one who gave me the highest number of coins amongst others who are kind enough to provide me coins. I am really thankful to all of them.
Coins have been a part of human civilization from long and it’s really amazing to see how each one of them is unique on its own like every individual. Every coin has two sides like every other person in this world.
Checkout some of my coins :-).
I always wanted to fly like a bird .I am sure most of us would want to and due to this desire of human beings we have come up with inventions like aeroplane,helicopters,etc.I recently got an opportunity to fly in an aeroplane and in this post I’ll be describing how it was.
My flight was from Mumbai to Bengalooru at 2.45 pm in the afternoon. The airline was Go Air of which I was hearing for the first time. Well we (i.e. I and my father) started from our house at 5.00 a.m. as it is 5 hours journey from our city to Mumbai. We took a train to Mumbai which reached there by 11 p.m and we had good three and a half hour left for our flight. We had four college students besides our seat in the train .They were cracking jokes, laughing, making fun of each other which made me feel nostalgic .Oh I really miss those wonderful and colourful college days. 😦
So in very few words if I describe the experience of flying it would be like floating around or in a very big space full of cotton. The clouds made such an effect that I felt like I am floating above a layer of big cotton balls. From the window seat watching out made me think that how beautiful and marvellous nature is. It was raining before our plane started on to the runway and during takeoff it was cool nothing unusual happened (though some people have uneasiness but that completely varies person to person).It was like we were moving up in the air to the first level just below the clouds, then it moves to next l level just above the clouds from where you can still see earth surface clearly (frankly during takeoff I couldn’t see anything because of thick clouds) .After that we move on to a height were we can clearly make out the Google map view of the earth below where it feels like we are floating in the level of clouds that are spread like thin sheets unlike cotton balls and finally to level above all where you see clouds and clouds everywhere. The sun rays coming through the gaps between the clouds ,I swear its something you can’t explain. It was the awesome view I still have that view captured somewhere in mind like a still photograph. It makes one happy 🙂 🙂 .During whole journey I felt like the plane was tilting from direction to other circling the vast blue sky.I suggest you to at least once in your lifetime travel by aeroplane .It’s really worth enjoying greatest invention of mankind. Hope I have put some images in your mind to think about :).Thanks for reading.
I know you would be wondering Christmas in September? Well, I was just remembering my hostel life and was revisiting those wonderful days. I just thought mentioning this particular Christmas day celebration that I remember a lot. My hostel was like second home for me though it would be like a jail for any other hostel dweller. I mean there were lot of restrictions i.e. rules and regulations to be followed .It’s better not to write about hostel now because that will take one or more posts. So I leave it to your imagination. 😉
It was the usual Christmas day celebration which we have every year. During second or third year of my college (I don’t remember exactly) , we had this particular gift exchange game which we call X-Mas friend gift exchange wherein each of us including Warden had a secret X-Mas friend to whom we had to buy a gift. Here by secret I mean a person is unknown of who was going to gift them. Before the actual celebration day we need to pick our secret friend from a bowl having the names of all inmates. This was usually done one week before the program so that we had enough time to get a gift. We were supposed to keep the identity of our X-Mas friend secret but we gave hints to our roommates about our secret friend of course unless she was our roommate herself. So we all from the same batch used go together for getting the gifts and I must mention that it becomes very interesting if one of your batch mate was your X-Mas friend. As you must have already guessed that my X-Mas friend was one of my roommates as well as my dearest friend. I wanted to buy a special gift and I did find one though you may not find anything special in it. But the moment I saw it ,I decided it was the one. Have you ever had a feeling of owning something at the first sight of it (like eye catching thing)? 😉 Well it happens to me often. So we were all ready with our gifts and finally it was that day or evening I must say.Oh! I just forgot to mention that we had great fun while reading anonymous letters from inmates to their friends describing everything to anything about that person and making the recipient more curious. We could find letters anywhere from mess hall to out shelf.
Mine is a convent Hostel and during celebrations we have our convent’s respected father as our guest. There were many programs including the game or rather I should say gift exchange program.Our warden started the game by presenting her gift to her christmas friend and then the person receiving the gift would reveal her Christmas friend & gift her.So this chain continued till the last person got her gift. After receiving gifts we unwrapped them and tadaaa!! Someone got coffee cup, others got soft toys ,many small useful things etc.So my purpose of writing this whole post was this particular comment from our father on the gift I presented to my Christmas friend.Yeah after reading all this rubbish (thanks a lot for bearing with me) I am going to tell you that our father called me not as Vidya but as a person who gifted a wall hanging having some Arabic inscription on it (honestly I still don’t what the inscription means).He wanted to know what exactly did I mean by presenting such a gift to my friend.I don’t know from where the words came but I said to him that this was an Islamic gift to a Christian friend from a Hindu friend (seriously I was searching words & thinking about something else before these words came out).It shocked(overwhelmed) me more when our father told me he would narrate this small conversation of ours during his addressing speeches because he liked the way I interpreted the gift. He told me he could have never thought of such an interpretation. Well seriously for some time I wondered how those words came out from my mouth.Anyways that remains as a beautiful memory to me and thank you very much for reading this. 🙂