WHILE CLIMBING MY LADDER.......
from "kya rapchik lag reli hai baap,rasta naap,bhai ka khopdi nai satkane ka kya........" to "dimaag di dahi na kar yaar...tu kitna barbad hai...ekdum item hai kya....." to the profanity added tongue...."f*** off!!!u s*** big time maaan!!!!eeewk....,sutta na milaaaa......" n ppl say its just the start....well dont know how far my rick’s gonna take me…though I await the chervolet almost al the time….
My life….i think maybe m too young to say tht….is full of transitions…as u can make out from the way my tongue twisted…….back in the senior school…my life rocked like biig time….tht was the time wen I developed the 3 main interests of my life except the studies ofcourse which was mandatory…..n they were….being a basket ball player….a drummer….n own a bike…..n it took me years to make just one of them real….tht was i became a drummer….a obviously known amongst my frnds…being the only female drummer n all the hype..….Owning a bike was on just one condition if I make it to pec on my own…which I obv didn’t as I know even wat I write smells of being A tiet-ian…..or will start to smell soon…..it was back in my school…where I was wat I actually am….being in the only girls school I was quite quite different from the lot there…..i was living in “the princess” world….where I was protected from the slightest itch….was immature…child like…or the crux…wasn’t exposed to the world……..
the first few months of my college life rocked!!!had loads of frnz…who cared and as a result I was again put into the “protective shell” but slow n steady I get to know the world…or m still learning to know it….n knowing it ofcourse….But still somewhere I get a feeling of putting myself into the brackets of the word ‘mature’…maybe coz ive experienced quite a lot is wat I think but some of my close pals…say i not really am wat I supposedly think to be…..well………I have a few words to put across u n hope ull judge xactly…if m mature or wat I am…

LIFE: A Shade Of Grey
Now, I understand the true meaning of
Life: a shade of grey….
Or maybe most of it is grey...
Is what people around me make me say.
Not for long they let u stay….
In the brackets of happiness n gay….
Not many yours here….
Even yours go stray….
I go sinking seeing the world….
The 2 coined people with fangs out they stare…
That’s what life is my friend….
Where your eyes full of tears ….
Are wiped away with added despair…..

Rickshaw. Also known as a pedicab,a two wheel cart..etc.
Is a three wheel vehicle drawn by human’s sweat…it can usually accommodate 2 or 3 people at a time…
I, Razul Gupta, a 18 yr old…mm adult…yes…. is writing my blog with this label…obviously with certain thoughts in my mind…which m quite certain some people mite take as immature or unusual…
Here it goes….
arree....suno BHAIYA.......
Blend of courage, will n experience life demands…
Be a fighter well versed it commands.
Comparing my life to a rick I m….
Quite similar it is if u peep in ma’am…
Driven on the wheels….
M running on the heels…
Slog I hard…
But paid m cheap …
Passengers come n passengers go….
Sometimes 1 sometimes more…
All have different traits….
Some spell good n some are fake….
Pay u whole-heartedly are less than few….
In da end u find them …yes, but true.
Well…others make ya beg
For the favor they do is make u sweat…
Left turned out to be pure assholes…
‘Backstabber’ is a complement for those….
Every dog has his day ive heard….
M waiting for the day for the Chevrolet my dear…
When the chauffer comes, opens the door, offers me wine…n call me ‘sir’!!!!