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[neelamkishabdvaahini]

The last time...

There were one, two, three, and four

And way too much to explore

There was melody in the sun

And a very slow run

There were stories and tales

Smooth and rough trails

Woven but smelly threads

Some not so real trends

Flavours new and old

Walls with stolen gold

New faces with colors old

And old faces with new folds

Some minutes of solitude

And positive attitude

The late-night talks

And very noisy walks

Moments of dreams came true

Souvenirs we sew

Happiness made me cry

I just don't know why

Now this is a sad rhyme

Because it was the last time.

The most memorable school trip! "Class of 2024"

Gwalior diaries!!!!

[neelamkishabdvaahini]

Dream

I hear the heaven dancing And all the winds falling I see the flowers singing I see the cold cold air And the very silent rains I feel the gentle hushes And the cozy smells All the birds talk And all the water speaks The sun looks brighter And the moon more red Am I in a deep dream? Or are you my dream?

[neelamkishabdvaahini]

Did I grow up?

There is this very big problem with growing up -we don't realize when we cross that fine line and outgrow instead of growing.

Growing is a part of life; it is natural so to say. But this phenomenon is defined in absolutely different ways by different people.

My neighbor had his first correspondence with the tooth fairy....a fourteen-year-old had her menarche... somebody just got their driver's license... another one just drank the hidden booze. My friend got into the college of his dreams and well, they all grew up!

And as far as I am concerned, I am still trying to figure it out.

We all have certain connotations about the different stages of life, certain milestones that mark their ends and beginnings.

Well, I am just sixteen. People say that the time when you step into this world all by yourself is not far. My head and ambitions quite know when that is gonna happen, but my heart just does not want to accept it. A little more time...a little more time...if only I had a little more time.

But you know what's the best part, no matter what happens, I still grow up. What I have realized is that it is not so important to define what defines growing. Because when we do so, we spoil the whole process of growing.

Also, it is not okay to change. Evolving and changing are two different things. We are all supposed to evolve with time, but we end up changing. And you know why that happens? It is because we try to grow.

You are not supposed to put an effort into growing; it will quite happen on its own. We all start looking for ladders to climb. What we don't realize is that we just have to stand firm and our limbs will grow to the top on their own.

I've been waitin' for a day like this to come Struck like lightning My heart's beatin' like a drum On the edge of somethin' wonderful Face to face with changes What's it all about? Life is crazy, but I know I can work it out 'Cause I got you to live it with me.

And as these beautiful lines from a Disney show, I watched as a kid, tell us- life is a cakewalk when you are on a skateboard.

So, find your skateboards. You"ll find them quite near. People who grow with you, stay with you longer.

So, now coming back to the title question. Well, I don't think I can answer that.

Can you?

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I greet the divine within you-“Namaste”

[neelamkishabdvaahini]

The Lingua Franca

lol!

lmao!

ROFL!

omg!

tysm

btw...

ttyl

And of course- "OOTD"

My "Free Grammarly Subscription" does not show the zig zaggy red line under these words (if you consider them as words). I wonder why?

Well, I think I know why this kind of slang and short forms have become a part of our daily conversation. It's not just about being an Indian and being obsessed with the so-called coolness of English. The reality is that we have found in them a tool to hide our shortcomings.

Shortcomings because English is now like a barometer. Otherwise, for me, there is no harm in just being well-versed with your mother tongue. Well, I am not rambling on about "English"- language or skill. That's a whole new topic to write about.

Gone are the days of Queen's English. Gone are the times of Oscar Wilde. Gone are the moments of patient reading. Please tell me I am wrong.

But still, when somebody says that we write in short forms to save time, I have a good laugh. Because if they really had to save time and really wanted to convey the purest of emotions, they would care to ring up my phone instead.

Firstly, we are detaching ourselves from our mother tongue. Secondly, we really don't see English as a language. And most importantly, we are ruining the Lingua Franca. The audacity!

The other day in our school assembly, (well a lot of inspiring things happen in the assembly...in case you understood what I am referring to) the Principal said, "So, today is your English exam, the easiest one. English has become, for all practical purposes, your mother tongue."

What a shame!

Haruki Murakami — ''Learning another language is like becoming another person.''

Well, I don't think so. Why can't English as a language just add to your personality?

The reason why I did not keep my English and Hindi blogs separate and the reason why I write "Namaste" at the end of every blog is that this is who I am. And I am proud of it. I am not running away from the truth. I might have an inclination towards a particular language, but that doesn't mean I don't respect the other.

The language I speak does not define me, but it definitely is a significant part of the definition of my life. And that is why I should not at least injure it.

#notshorforms #stoppretending #thisisnotcool

I greet the divine within you - "Namaste"