she is malala and that is her story.

           It was year 2014 when we 8 people were travelling from delhi to kashmir... and that was the year when i first heard of MALALA.. i was awestruck by her courage and the will power to learn, get educated. I wished that i could have her autobiography book,when i saw it first time at the delhi airport....
  I tried to convince my mom a lot to buy me that book.. but all her answer was,'maybe some other time..' and my aunt who was travelling with us maybe heard it...
  I fell sick after a week of returning back to mumbai from our trip... and one fine day when I was at the recovering stage our door bell rang and i was surprised to find a courier from pune just for me.
I opened it quickly with my mother with great curiosity and I found a neat aqua and pink coloured book in it.. in the first look I understood it was malala's book and I stared shouting,"malala!!! mom its malala! oh my mommm!! its malala!" it was sent to me by my aunt who had travelled with me...
   It was the story of a girl with having immense hunger to learn... belonging from pakistani swat area where girls were not allowed to get educated, she went against it and was shot... but I belive that her will power was so strong that even God could not take her away from education... she lived , she          
lived for those thousands of people praying for her, she lived. she lived to learn... I loved the whole book,but the best part was PART ONE where all was going neatly and the description of swat is beautifully done,and especially the chapter one, a daughter is born, where we feel the most angry,due to discrimination....
    #i am malala and it is my story....
#the girl who stood up for education and was shot by taliban..
we are proud of you malala..
I am proud of you....

www. sibling wars.com!

   sometimes i wonder if my brother is a devil...[of course a cute little devil who has horns which have flowers on them.. but still. devil is a devil......]
then there are sometimes i know when he is. although I love my brother , i always have a big fight with him everyday.. although i were angry on him, he is the one who comes with me out in the dark rooms when i forget to do something late at night..[i am way too scared of the dark:( ]
      my brother is not someone who has a beard or has 6 pack abs or stuff... he is my dear little 6 year old brother, nagging behind me every time, i don't know why?! 
       but every coin has 2 sides!!! so has our coin.. the one which goes like
"oh..my dear bro! i love you,my shona babu,my teddy,brownie,coffee,cookie" etc... and the second one goes like, 
"hey you stupid!idiot!fool!!! how could you do this? i am your sister and thus the BOSS! dont dare you mess up with me boy!!!" ,and so MY DEAR BRO instantly turns to a BOY.
And as all of you must be knowing that when  siblings have a war.. you always better return to your sheds...
but seriously not in our case.. instead you would love watching how my brother irritates me always when i have something new in my hand,or when i am talking to someone,or even when i am sleeping... 
his problem is that he asks QUESTIONS...many many many irrelevent questions.recently i told him a joke that a lady wanted to click a passport size photograph and goes to a photographer but her wish was that her new slippers must be seen in that PASSPORT SIZE PHOTOGRAPH! now normal people may understand the meaning of passport size photo, thus understanding the joke....and so did my brother. but now he has a doubt.. that,"tai [tai-the name he calls me with love] what happened to that lady? did she get her photo clicked?and why did she wanted a passport size photo?did she wanted to go to kashmir like we did? etc etc and ETC! now people tell me wouldn't you feel like a big joker when your brother asks you such questions???????
         but still.. i love him. even though he troubles me.. no one can ever take his place in my life......

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life is your way of imagination...

LIFE....

     LIFE has different tags... some say life is a game of understanding, some say its a stage of all emotions, some say life is full of risks,life is a journey, life is this, that... but have you ever tried to ask yourself that WHAT IS LIFE? well if not, then ask yourself what do you want from life? what are your expectations from life? i tried asking this question to myself a hundred times when everytime someone or thing goes against me.. the answer which i get is "just BELIVE IN YOURSELF,  and l;ife will give everything everytime you do so..."

     people reading this, please belive in yourself.. dont come under pressures and lose your talent forever, dont expect anything from anyone...they always disappoint you,what you expect in life is what you expect from yourself,keep trying and trying not necessarily you will always acheive something,but the satisfaction of being a part of a task is the best.

      -#tagged to my besties M.A.P.S who told me how to live life to the fullest and be the best..

love you all girls...

                                    LIVE.LIFE.LOVE.ENJOY

the sunset arise

The sun is set,

the grass is wet.

here come the ships,

or some leaving decks.

Here near the lakes,

people calmly sit.

and also wake,

the candles to be lit.

I forward lean,

to see the view make all keen.

hail oh nice!

the sunset arise.....

- sanuchan...