Tale of a 'psycho' student

As a student of psychology, I am asked variety of astonishing questions by my friends & (extended) family. Each time, I am unsure of how to respond to these queries. Do I dare laugh? To what extent can I express my frustration & indignation? How rude can I be in my replies? Can I show pity? I suspect that you are not entirely unfamiliar with what I am about to speak of.

And then comes….the mispronunciation variety. “you ‘psycho’ student as in psychopath. This is still a lesser evil. Some of the bigger evils, in no particular order, include questions regarding our course content & the application of the field of psychology. And and and check this one,” so what am I thinking right now!?” No, yaar studying psychology does not enable me to read people’s mind. In fact , accordingly to me nobody can do that (not us muggles at least). Some guy even asked an unfortunate friend of mine, if she could read his face….!!! We still haven’t been able to come up with an appropriate response to that.

Then of course were the times when some of relative or acquaintance realized as apart of the conversation that I have been studying psychology for more than a week. I have asked to interpret dreams….n mental conditions…..n what not….!!!! Some of them have joked with me about how they shouldn’t speak to me or something insane, as if I can psychoanalyze them.

A few people actually get visibly uncomfortable to know that I have been studying psychology & enjoying it. And finally, the most traumatizing question I have ever been asked: “ so….do you have a couch in your classroom or lab.?” I am still speechless ….and a little confused.

And last but not the least but not the least, I must make a mention of those people who insist on asking me, “ how’s psycho going?” worse are the ones who ask me, “ so, you’re studying to be a psycho?” why yes I am.

Bring those days back...

Gone are those days
Gone are those months
When we shared smiles together
Walked miles together
Hand in hand
Laughing and giggling
Loving each others proximity
When love was in the air
When love was our strength

I pray daily to get those days back. I miss you more and more each day.

......and I am in love, happily.

It was a bright sunny day. We were in our college canteen. Groups of gals and their favorite time pass- gossiping. The topic was ‘boyfriends’ and of course ‘love’ - a word too short and the discussion unending. Being the one who wasn’t in love ever before took every chance to speak anything and also took greatest interest to listen to everybody silently and the outcome of the talk was - ‘love is not the same as we see in movies, listen in songs and read in mills n boons’. They told every possible side effects of love as someone said its just an excuse to get hurt. Someone said its forging through craggy pathways, good in beginning and worst as time passes.

Those non-sense love serials added some sort of spices to my notions. I thought that loving someone other than siblings, parents and friends, is some kind of sin and so I tried my best to keep myself away from so- called lover’s love but now I know how stupid I was. One just can’t stop being in love, it’s a natural instinct. Yes, it happened to me. Wow! love…love…love… I don’t know when it occurred because I took a long time to accept it. But sooner or later I was in love, I m in love and its the best thing ever happened to me. For me, my love was never a craggy pathway, along the way of love, I found moments of peace and beauty in green forests and valleys, the prettiest landscapes.

Now, I feel I have climbed the mountains high, higher than the clouds.

I always conditioned myself that its better to stay alone n happy but now I feel its nice to have someone to laze around with, someone to think about, someone to care for, someone to share your joy and your sorrows.

Love is the necessity of life. Welcome it with open arms and a grateful heart. It distinguishes you, it creates you and it makes you possible.

Being in the arms of your loved one feels like the darkest of despair, disappears behind a simple grin. It’s beyond any explanation when someone sitting in front of you, looks into your eyes and says, “I love you”. You get to know the actual sound of heartbeat, "lubb-dubb-lubb-dubb", those fractions of seconds seems like living a lifetime. In front of the person you love, winter seems like spring, when you look into his eyes…wooo the mushy feeling.

Go take the risk of loving because you might regret later by not taking the risk at all. Those walls around you might prevent you from getting hurt but they will also prevent you from getting touched.

Love is not blind…
…it sees more, not less.
But because it sees more, it is willing to see less.

Love is what can be felt not told. It comes when you least expect it. It’s an addiction, which nobody can ever renounce.

A wish fulfilled

This is just my wish to talk heart to heart with you.
Firstly , thanks a lot for having so much love for me, that you encouraged me to open my blog.
I always wished to have a word space of my own as it gives you a reason to think something always….and to be excited about, at least I think so.
But guys, as its my very first attempt to start something like this, you can expect any trivial, funny or just ok types articles. I always thought writing blog is brilliant mind’s work with word power imprinted in them but being too excited to write my own blog I keep that fact or my notion aside because writing a blog just fascinates me too much . I know am being straight forward or may be blunt or may be simply honest.
“control riti, control “
I find writing a blog an awesome way of expressing whatever you feel regardless of what others think. Its my way of contemplating.
Ok ok…. Enough of my explanations… lets start…