Fidgety Space

Every time I meet my granny (mom’s mom) she always has one thing to complain about for sure my clothes! Personally I find nothing wrong with my clothes, but then she has these small issues with my clothes why do I wear skinny jeans? How do I manage such tight jeans? Why do I wear short skirts and frocks? And I end up showing her the weirdest clothes (trust me they are not weird) I have and I enjoy the expression on her face. Then she shoots a question at mom “how do you allow her to wear such clothes and go out?” I still remember her expression when she saw the top I wore for my fresher’s seriously there was nothing wrong with it but she found it weird. Well is this what we call generation gap? Or is it just that we live in an era which is quite alien to her. In her times definitely girls were just into the traditional Indian wear saris. She is not used to seeing girls getting dressed up in the way they do now. I don’t take her comments seriously but I enjoy them and whenever I get a

This was supposed to be posted on 23rd April, but the moment I logged in my cell phone beeped “sir calling”....The four minutes conversation was enough to make me realise that there was just a week to my exams but I did make it a point that this post is going to be a part of my blog as they say that this is supposed to be a big day in everybody’s life so I should definitely be sharing this.. Five years of college life ends today. As I walked out of the exam hall it was a weird feeling realising the fact that it was the last day I sat in this classroom. Walking through the corridors I experienced a blend of emotions...5years are over..Really??Off course when I had joined this college I was 16 now 21.I spent 5 years of my life in this college and never realised it. Just then I happened to come to the science block I could clearly get the flashbacks the wonderful slideshows of standard 11th I badly missed them .The sprity canteen, the world’s craziest bunch