M I becoming a shopaholic?

Thank God, I scored 26!
Of all the thing that I fear, this was something that was boggling me for long. But now I am relieved to know that I am NOT a shopaholic.
Anyways to tell you the fact, I spent 16 K buying clothes last week

Legend:
Total Score is: Over 50 Points: You may have a serious over-spending problem.
Total Score is: 25 to 50 Points: You need to be very careful. You could be headed towards becoming a Shopaholic.
Total Score is: Less Than 25 Points: Relax. You seldom over-spend.

This a simple test to know whether one IS or NOT a shopaholic:

http://www.banksite.com/debtconsolidation/shopaholic.htm

Sailing the ship

Highly inspired by the the Poem Invictus by William Ernest Henley,
I am determined to touch the pinnacle some day.
No matters what obstacle come my way,
No matter how high it may.
Because I know God is with me,
And so is my family.
Now I have my spirits right,
and i need not fright.
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
Ready to sail my ship,
Towards the Highest cliff.

PS: This blog could not have been commpleted if I had not taken words from the poem Invictus.
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Invictus (By William Ernest Henley )

OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Do I exist?

Still Pondering over...

I think therefore I am.

I am therefore I think.

I think ____ therefore I am____.

The truth of Life...

While travelling from Rohini to Gurgaon everday, i often engage myself by listening to music or chatting with friends. But today I was sitting and thinking hard about life.....How it changed from peppy college life to a stressful professional life (Read no social life).

How pocketmoney changed to huge monthly pay cheques but gives less happiness...
How a single plate of samosa changed to a full pizza...but there is less hunger...
How a tea by roadside change to CCD, Barista...but it fell as if the shop is far away...
How a limited prepaid card in mobile changed to postpaid packege...but we don't really have friends to talk to...

this is the truth of life...............

Escape route

It’s important to keep an escape route but not necessary to take it.

Travel on the Wheels

Those two scintillating days in Shivpuri were the most memorable time I had in all these years. It was my first my first trip without any of my family member which turned out to be simply exhilarating.

While heading towards those rocky mountains, everyone was bubbling with energy in the bus. We reached the camp before dawn. It had drizzled. And the picturesque sunrise filled us with enthusiasm. There were mountains all around, and Ganga was flowing in the valley. And on the banks of Ganga was our camp. There was no electricity, no mobile network. Toilets were dry toilets with pits.

The trip was a quick get away from civilization to the lap of the Himalayas. This trip gave us more time to absorb the great outdoors and participate in activities such as a river rafting, bridge slithering, and cannoning.

Each and every activity was hair- raising but rafting was the one which brought a chill in my spine. Somehow I mustered up my courage and prepared myself for this fearful water game. After fastening my life jacket, I remembered all my near and dear ones as I had a very bleak hope of returning from the clutches of those roaring waves. But after crossing the first rapid, I threw my fear far away and enjoyed the upcoming rapids.

After this, we had the skill-full activity of canonying. Very surprisingly, I completed it most efficiently among my friends. Although, when it came to leaving the rope and jumping into the water, my knees went weak. But I did it with a splash.

The entire trip was a roller coaster ride with altogether a different experience. When I go in retrospect and remember those two days, I feel so refreshed and lively and want to revisit the place over and over again.

GOD does Exist!

Following is a story of A man who went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed. As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation. They talked about so many things and varioussubjects. When they eventually touched on the subject of God,the barber said: "Idon't believe that God exists."
"Why do you say that?" asked the customer.
"Well, you just have to go out in the street torealize that God doesn't exist. Tell me, if God exists, would therebe so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can't imaginea loving a God who would allow all of these things. "The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want to start an argument. The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop.
Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. He looked dirty and unkeept. The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber: "You know what? Barbers do not exist."
"How can you say that?" asked the surprised barber."I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked onyou!" "No!" thecustomer exclaimed."Barbers don't exist because if they did, therewould be no people withdirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside."
"Ah, but barbers DO exist! " answered the barber. "What happens, is, people do not come to me. "
"Exactly!"- affirmed the customer. "That's the point! God, too, DOES Exist! What happens, is, people don't go to Him and do not look for Him. That's why there's so much pain and suffering in the world."

God n Me

When in tranquility I wonder what is life, answer comes from deep within: Life is God. The relationship that I share with God is of an eternal love affair. God for me is my beloved, with whom I can share all my secrets. Even in isolation I am not alone since God is always with me rather within me.
At this point, one might ask, "aren't we supposed to 'fear' God?" Yes... but can "fear" exist in a relationship that has transitioned into one of pure love? I often communicate with God who guides me like a true friend.
I have started on my journey with God as my companion.

I love travelling!

I love travelling! Oh, really? Do I? Forget about adventure trips, I am talking about my regular journey from Delhi To Noida which calculated by one of me colleague turned out to be over 45 kms . Wow! that means I travel around 100 Kms everyday. It's been around three months since I got this job in Noida otherwise I would have never met such "wonderful" crowd in DTC's "well- maintained" buses. Behanji turned mods babbling non stop, filthy men trying to be oversmart, aunties trying to make themselves comfortable (being ignorant if someone becomes uncomfortable ) , all this makes my Journey all the more interesting. Now what can I say except " I Love travelling"

Why just one Environment Day

"Save trees, trees save", truly said but not done.

Everytime we encounter anti- environment elements we start cribbing, but has anyone of us taken the initiative to decontruct the barriers in making the environment pollution free? The answer is "no". We celebrate Environment Day with proud considering oneself a responsible citizen. But now I wonder why just one day? Why cann't we do the same everyday? I know this will be disturbing for those who consider themselves as environmentalist but isn't it true that rest 364 days we don't even think of planting a single sappling.

Why just talk about green environment, we should also consider about conserving other resources. So, let's take a pledge to make ouselves proud by loving nature and fall in eternal relationship with it.

C'est moi! (that's me!)

I know how to live but don't know how to fake ,
I know how to give but don't know how to take .
that's me!

I know how to laugh but don't know how to cry,

I know how to write but don't know how to lie.

and that's me

Welcome to My World !

Hi,

Its Neha, a budding journo.Delhi based
"Write Hard , Die Free"... yes thats what I believe in.
And I am here for the same
Stay Tuned ......