My Lazy Girl

We all work for the same thing but with different agenda.We all have battles to fight but the victory is for the same thing. Similarly we might work at different places in different roles but for the same Motto in the end. MONEY ! Well March and April has ended and it’s the May time. Here i am talking specifically about March as many of us know that its that time of the year where the performance of an Engineer comes into picture. And then we are Promoted or Demoted accordingly! May the month of possibilities where the intensity of our hard work depends on the level of our promotions we get. Today this blog of mine majorly focus on the people who work in IT. By this time I know many people are injured from inside while others might be enjoying their weekend in the best possible way. Today I was in my bed for the entire day doing justice with the Sunday and constantly thinking how situations can change us to an extent. Like we IT people work our ass off to get butte

The water engulfed everything! Our ground floor, entrance and now half of the staircase. I threw my hands in my hair and I gave up on situation.  I twisted and turn in my own discomfort. Sleep was not able to find me. Neither of us(Vaishali and I) were able to fall asleep(like how can someone sleep with an albatross hanging around their neck?). I got up, stood at my balcony again to measure the depth of the water.  Hold on, Vaishali look, there’s something in the water! We didn’t had any torch but mere assumptions. “Relax dude, no one will dare to enter in our hostel, at least not at this point of time. The grass nearby would have invited some insects that might be having their pool party together. Come, let’s get inside!” said Vaishali. I gave her a disgusting look and we both laughed. The moment we were folding our bed sheet, we heard another sudden jump in the water, followed by a loud cracking sound. This time, it made Vaishali curious too. When this continued, it was clea

A hope to escape out of this place and to see our families again. A hope to fulfill the dreams we dreamed of. A hope to live again! I clearly remember Room No 11 it was. That night near about 10:20pm (IST) we all were sitting in a room clinging to one another. 30 pair of frightened sleepless eyes with a clueless mind and hearts beating with the same pace and with the same question, “what will happen now?” The entire room was filled with the silence of graveyard. I know its hard to believe, 30 girls in a room with the pin drop silence(historic moment, see!). No inverter, no emergency lights but some week sleek small candles were all we had, which were the left overs of the Diwali that we celebrated previous month. We lit a candle outside our room and one inside to see each other’s face in the dark night. I was sitting in the middle of my group, holding Vaishali’s arm tightly with my head stitched to her shoulder. I was the most frightened soul in the entire group. The