That Hawww Moment!!

Screenshot_2015-01-02-01-10-45-1Pretty much encounters in our lives make us all Oh-My-God-haw-that’s-wasn’t-suppose-to-happen.These awkward scenarios can never make peace with us, until death tear us apart :p.I love narrating my oopsi moments, because it’s good listening that I am not that the lone survivor of hell and damnation, people do experience such demeaning bliss.For example, personally, I loathe oogling my friends message; it’s like the forbidden-understood-theory,because glare of a friend in a relationship is enough to rip you in shreds. But who can blame the obvious right? When by chance you sneak a peak at their messages , and though you act all quacky getting a glimpse for the inner demon’s peace ; but the embrassing look on a friend’s face is worth it, and doing the exaggerated  hawwww at that moment just spice the notch.I love doing hawws hayees particularly at that moment ,Maybe, the message details aren’t sordid but who cares as long as it is a frivolous prank.

The other day I read about Groaking; which means expecting somebody to offer food when they are eating. I think we all groak momentarily, but the haw moment comes when somebody doesn’t offer or don’t give a fig to share, because apparently they are misers ,or you have an evil eye that will make their food stuck in the throat but groaking rules I think are grounded to friends only; because if they don’t share,we prefer attack-and-snatch-away theory and have fun.

The worst haw moment utterly mortifying for me was, when I was my best bud strolling around my department, and I saw progenies of my new-found-friendship; I gleefully eyed them to notice me ,so that  I could greet them ,but they passed by as if I didn’t  exist and bingooo adding a fuel to the fire was none other then my best bud jesting and laughing her arse  off, that horrendous moment was my big time haw moment:p

Author’s Note : Do tell me your  haw moments.I hope  they are better then mine and I would love to read your views.

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And that’s how I changed for good!

Being a hostelite I did experience that you have to really mould yourself according to the likes of people and that’s how its gonna work in here babe otherwise you are so out. I never ever gave a thought to living in a hostel. I never knew I had to leave my parents until I got admitted in a university and my father was taking me to my hostel. I think it was my introvert nature that made me loathe girls wearing heart around their sleeve or having nonchalant behavior. Who knew I was gonna be one of them precisely in making? 😛 See God is always there smiling looking up for you and trying to make you a better person. That’s exactly what happened to me .The moment I moved to hostel, deep side I knew my dreamy notions about my wants will take a u-turn and rot in hell whereas I have to adapt in here no matter what, because there ain’t any looking back besides I didn’t want to ignite my dad’s anger which is always ready to explode :p All these years here I learnt that I have to be flexible to survive in such an environment like I had to be okay with God knows everything like my roomies not shutting the light at night,or in the middle of night girls barging in our room and start muttering about their love lives. At times I had to regain my composure reminding myself I am going to be here for next four years .I fathomed my malice with my conscious acting as my mentor and helping me differ between home and hostel.Obviously I had to give up my highness ways and act as a grown up. I started neglecting the petty issues like “Dude! it’s your turn to clean the room,  Can you please just go and wash the dishes? , or Can you low down the volume of songs ,they are pounding my earlobes?.Though I still am a neat freak but I started making no big deal out of it.I think it will create a mess out of a mole hill when I would start narrating them their tasks,.They all are old and wise enough to do ,so what  if they are lethargic . I realized I have made friends out of these people here who adore ,love and listen to me when I act like a weather friend.I can’t lose them because they aren’t exactly what I expect them to be like.They all are different people with big generous heart who have welcomed me with open arms and help me live a life absolutely ridiculous then absolutely boring :P.My blithering won’t help because a person’s nature never change .They ll remain the same no matter how much you try to hover their brain. But I can try to create a peaceful environment neglecting these odds .And its not that everybody is perfect in their own little world.We all have flaws and if not being a squeaky clean is in their blood then be it.  By the by they are compassionate and caring when I need them that’s all that matters for me because emotional  and moral support is what a friend seeks from another.And that’s how exactly I changed by adapting and learning to be tolerant and patient.Where as God is there and He will never ever deprive us all ❤