i strongly believe in the phrase "it's all about your perspective"... drz something in this phrase that changes the entire outlook of your life.. well... since this is my first post.. i would like to write something that most of us can associate ourselves with.. "teenage life"... i am just out of my teenage life.. being 20 feels mature, responsible and of course.. no cupid striking you the way it often used to some months back.. one thing that i was addicted to when i was a teenager.. was... chatting.. i used to be online for 5-6 hours daily ( not exaggerating), chatting with different people.. i can bet on it that therz nt evn a single chat room i havnt explord... and of course..my parents dint know this addiction of mine.. they always used to wonder what the hell i do on internet.. obviously.. out of 8 hours, keeping 14 hours out of 24 for my sleep and skul, 5-6 hours on net was not less.. infact.. it reminds me of an incident.. when my mother came to me one day.. seeming very serious and all, asking me what do i do on net.. it turned out quite hilarious for me seeing my mom wondering that even after her constant history and cookie check, how do i manage to delete everythin, without fail.. she never found out that i chatted so much..my mom still wonders what i did during those days...hihiii.. okay.. so.. one thing which i loved doing on net was to befool people.. my partner- in- crime was my then best friend "ankita"... one day ankita called me that she has asked someone to meet her.. on asking where, she told me that since we had an exam in our fiitjee coaching centre the next day, he'll come there, holding a red flower in his hand (this 'nishani' was necessary to recognize him as 4 years back were not the days we carried cell phones).. finally, the D-day came, and since we had never such a thing before, both of us were nervous.. suddenly, we spotted a guy carrying a red flower.. and no kidding.. he turned out to be the most pathetic guy i had ever seen.. sticky hair ( i wonder he put oil instead of gel in excitement)...his oversized belly... wearing.. purple shirt and cargos.. and ofcourse... how can i forgot.. his bathroom slippers... asking every girl on his way that is she ankita.. my goodness.. we literaly ran from there.. and swore not to repeat such a thing again..

one thing which no teenager can escape is infactuation.. attraction towards the opposite sex seemed like lifelong love.. well... such life long love of mine have been like more than 20... bt yes.. very serious onez were only three... serious onez means like verrryyy serious onzzz.:).. one of these, was a guy who lived in my neighbourhood.... i really used to like him.. until the day my mom read my feelings for him... yes.. read.. read it in my diary entry.. i was so stupid to hv writtn it in my diary.. diary without having a lock.. and ofcourse.. things wernt good after that.. mom dint talk for an entire week... moreover.. i had to forcefully stop even looking at him... :(.. moving on.. since it's all about perspective.. i think it happened for good only.. since, moving with the flow of time.. i'v come across much better guys than him..:) (wink)...

i miss my teeange life.. most of all i miss those crushes.. will share the rest of them later.. :)..

bbyzz...