CAT preparation…

I hv decided to step out of my safe n cosy cucoon…its time to face the big bad world…its time to face the challenges…its time to equip urself wid the best of the knowledge u can…its time to work hard so dat I can belong to the elitest grp in the country..the way to reach thr is thru sheer determination n hard work…thr is no facile way to get the BEST…or rathr to get into the IIM…I hv to give up my bad habits..get disciplined abt life…it shud be a pleasant jurney altogether…results don matter whr 100% hard wrk is dr…I wil not leave any stone unturned..That is the pledge I make…
I wil get rid of all the addictions i hv falln into..hvta abstain from sleeping at odd times n for long hrs..hvta stay in the pink of my healths…that is wat I pledge today…
Started preparing for my CAT already, havta buck up now..The bells have rung n i hvta build my confidence which has stooped to its lowest in the past…
no retrospects now..just wrk harder n harder n harder…
Wil kp writing here..it wil be a nice vocab building exercise n I wil stay determind…..
God Bless me!!

Cheers,
Shruti.

Isnt this beautiful???

“DON’T LET SOMEONE BECOME A PRIORITY IN YOUR LIFE…

WHEN YOU ARE JUST AN OPTION FOR THEM…..”

NEVER CRY FOR ANY RELATION IN LIFE

BECAUSE FOR THE ONE WHOM YOU CRY

DOES NOT DESERVE YOUR TEARS

AND THE ONE WHO DESERVES

WILL NEVER LET YOU CRY……… …….. “

Cheers,
Shruti.

TRUE LOVE….

It is a mystery why we fall in love. It is a mystery how it happens. It is a mystery when it comes. It is a mystery whysome love grows and it is a mystery why some love fails.You can analyze this mystery and look for reasons and causes, but you will never do anymore that take the life out of the experience. Just as life itself is more than the sum of the bones and muscles and electrical impulses in the body,love is more than the sum of the interests and attractions and commonalities that two people share. And just as life itself is a gift that comes and goes in its own time, so too, thecoming of love must be taken as an unfathomable gift that cannot be questioned in its ways.Sometimes, hopefully at least once in your life – the gift of love will come to you in full flower. Take hold of it andcelebrate it in all inexpressible beauty. This is the dream we all share. More often, it will come and take hold of you,celebrate you for a brief moment, then move on.When this happens to young people, they too often try to grasp the love and hold it to them, refusing to see that it is a gift that just as freely, moves away. When they fall out of love, or the person they love feels the spirit of love leaving,they try desperately to reclaim the love that is lost rather than accepting the gift for what it was, then moving on.They want answers where there are no answers. They want to know what is wrong in them that makes the other person no longer love them, or try to get their love to change,thinking that if some small things were different, love would bloom again. They blame their circumstances and say that if they go far away and start a new life, their love will grow.They try anything to give meaning to what has happened. Butthere is no meaning beyond the love itself, and until they accept its own mysterious ways, they live in a sea of misery.You need to know this about love, and accept it. You need to treat what it brings you with kindness. If you find yourself inlove with someone who does not love you, be gentle with yourself. There is nothing wrong with you. Love just didn’tchoose to rest in the other person’s heart.If you find yourself someone in love with you but you don’tlove him back, feel honored that love came and called at your door, but gently refuse the gift you cannot return. Do not take advantage; do not cause pain. How you deal with love is how you deal with yourself. All our hearts feel the same pains and joys, even if our lives and ways are different.If you fall in love with another, and he falls in love with you,and then love chooses to leave, do not try to reclaim it nor to assess blame. Let it go. There is a reason and there is ameaning. You will know in time.Remember that you don’t choose love. Love chooses you. All you can really do is accept it for all its mystery when it comes into your life. Feel the way it fills you to overflowing,then reach out and give it away. Give it back to the person who brought it alive in you. Give it to others who deem it poor in spirit. Give it to the world around you in any way you can.There is where many lovers go wrong. Having been so longwithout love, they understand love only as a need. They seetheir hearts as empty places that will be filled by love, andthey begin to look at love as something that flows to themrather than from them.The first blush of new love is filled to overflowing, but as their love cools, they revert to seeing their love as a need.They cease to be someone who generates love and insteadbecome someone who seeks love. They forget that thesecret of love is that it is a gift, and that it can be made to grow only by giving it away.Remember this and keep it to your heart. Love has its time, its own season, its own reason for coming and going. Youcannot bribe it or coerce it, or reason it into staying. You canonly embrace it when it arrives and give it away when it comes to you. But if it chooses to leave from your heart orfrom the heart of your lover, there is nothing you can do and there is nothing you should do. Love always has been and always will be a mystery. BE GLAD THAT IT CAME TO LIVEFOR A MOMENT IN YOUR LIFE. If you keep you heart open, it will come again…

Cheers,
Shruti.

Garfield… so cute!!

Here guyz,
I came across this garfield, thought i’ll put it up here…
Aint it very cute??

Cheers,
Shruti.

Race…

Hey,
A beautiful poem..
Thought i’d share it wid u!!

The Race


Whenever I start to hang my head in front of failure’s face, my downward fall is broken by the memory of a race. A children’s race, young boys, young men; how I remember well, excitement sure, but also fear, it wasn’t hard to tell. They all lined up so full of hope, each thought to win that race or tie for first, or if not that, at least take second place. Their parents watched from off the side, each cheering for their son, and each boy hoped to show his folks that he would be the one. The whistle blew and off they flew, like chariots of fire, to win, to be the hero there, was each young boy’s desire. One boy in particular, whose dad was in the crowd, was running in the lead and thought “My dad will be so proud.” But as he speeded down the field and crossed a shallow dip, the little boy who thought he’d win, lost his step and slipped. Trying hard to catch himself, his arms flew everyplace, and midst the laughter of the crowd he fell flat on his face. As he fell, his hope fell too; he couldn’t win it now. Humiliated, he just wished to disappear somehow. But as he fell his dad stood up and showed his anxious face, which to the boy so clearly said, “Get up and win that race!” He quickly rose, no damage done, behind a bit that’s all, and ran with all his mind and might to make up for his fall. So anxious to restore himself, to catch up and to win, his mind went faster than his legs. He slipped and fell again. He wished that he had quit before with only one disgrace. “I’m hopeless as a runner now, I shouldn’t try to race.” But through the laughing crowd he searched and found his father’s face with a steady look that said again, “Get up and win that race!” So he jumped up to try again, ten yards behind the last. “If I’m to gain those yards,” he thought, “I’ve got to run real fast!” Exceeding everything he had, he regained eight, then ten… but trying hard to catch the lead, he slipped and fell again. Defeat! He lay there silently. A tear dropped from his eye. “There’s no sense running anymore! Three strikes I’m out! Why try? I’ve lost, so what’s the use?” he thought. “I’ll live with my disgrace.” But then he thought about his dad, who soon he’d have to face. “Get up,” an echo sounded low, “you haven’t lost at all, for all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall. Get up!” the echo urged him on, “Get up and take your place! You were not meant for failure here! Get up and win that race!” So, up he rose to run once more, refusing to forfeit, and he resolved that win or lose, at least he wouldn’t quit. So far behind the others now, the most he’d ever been, still he gave it all he had and ran like he could win. Three times he’d fallen stumbling, three times he rose again. Too far behind to hope to win, he still ran to the end. They cheered another boy who crossed the line and won first place, head high and proud and happy — no falling, no disgrace. But, when the fallen youngster crossed the line, in last place, the crowd gave him a greater cheer for finishing the race. And even though he came in last with head bowed low, unproud, you would have thought he’d won the race, to listen to the crowd. And to his dad he sadly said, “I didn’t do so well.” “To me, you won,” his father said. “You rose each time you fell.” And now when things seem dark and bleak and difficult to face, the memory of that little boy helps me in my own race. For all of life is like that race, with ups and downs and all. And all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall. And when depression and despair shout loudly in my face, another voice within me says, “Get up and win that race!”

Cheers,
Shruti.