Silver bells

So what's christmas really? I made a plan last night and decided I'd sit down to study full time. But here I am. Reflecting on the year gone by and trying to make my day enjoyable..

I was pining for cake last evening. Turns out there's an excess supply of cake in my house now. Care for what you wish for,my mind tells me.

I have two guitars at my place thanks to two irresponsible boys who left theirs in my car two days back and ran off to guzzle alcohol. Their loss. I sat with one classical guitar. I'm taking a break and typing here while browsing on another tab and bruising my fingers learning chords which I forget the moment I play them once. Tch tch. But I'll do it! Haarrrr!!!!! I'm planning to leave a scar on one of the guitars too :P

Hmm. I'm refelecting now on the year gone by. It wasn't one of the best,really. I've re-learnt one very important lesson: you realise your true strengths in times of distress and realise who're the people who'll really stand by you. I've found out who my people are. Musically, I've learnt a lot. I had my first ever performance at Someplace. Met some amazing people and formed bonds I'll treasure.
While I go back to irritating my dad with my guitar, here are the lyrics of my favourite hymn. Christmas was always about eating cake and watching movies,but 2009 made me see this in a different light...

Amazing grace!
How sweet the sound
that saved a wretch like me!
I was once lost
but now am found
was blind,but now I see!

'Twas grace that taught
my heart to fear
and grace my fears relieved;
how precious did that grace appear
the hour I first believed.

Merry Christmas everyone!


P.S. I saw the new followers on my blog just this morning. Thanks everyone for commenting too:) I'm feeling encouraged :D

Luck by chance

Last Friday was probably the worst day of 2009. I was upset,depressed and too bothered. The most bothering thing was the incident that happened on the morning of 4th of December. I had taken my usual bus from the bus stop nearest to my place at 9:30 am. The bus was heavily crowded but I had no other choice but to step in and fight my way into the bus. I had to stand for the first 10 minutes of my journey. By this time,someone had tried to feel me up thrice. I warded the hand off twice but the third time,I twisted the hand that tried to touch me and turned away,certainly perturbed. By the time the bus had reached a main four point crossing,I got a seat because the bus had nearly emptied. On sitting down,I noticed the zip of my bag where I kept my purse was unzipped. As most of my friends know by now,I had realised my purse was stolen. Someone had done a very neat job. I panicked and got off the bus immediately,helpless but shouting to everyone that I had been robbed of all my valuable documents and money. The most humiliating thing had to be standing on a side of the road,crying helplessly and calling my father.

This morning,by when I had filed an FIR,written tonnes of applications (including ones for my college ID card, Driver's licence which was issued three days ago and a library card),I got a call from a man named Kunal Ghosh who called to tell me he had my documents with him. He runs a chartered bus agency. It was in one of his buses that he found my purse lying ripped under a seat,with my documents lying on the seat in a neat stack.

I was convinced (as I was told too) that humanity needn't be bid goodbye. There are very few cases people I'm acquainted with came across,where someone had been so lucky. Good people in this world haven't ceased to exist. I needn't make this a place to preach,but what I mean to say is pretty clear.
A. The heart of life is good
B. People are good at heart ultimately.

Damn...I did ruin it,afterall!