tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039118872887538112024-03-13T19:52:44.923+05:30Our Ordinary Life<i> the chronicles of 5 chics living in a world of imperfections.</i>Fantastic Fivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08649500894373199927noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-603911887288753811.post-83921863991810708552010-08-18T20:35:00.000+05:302010-08-18T20:35:54.991+05:30The Fall<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><b><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><b>18th August, 2010</b>. Did not realise what god had in package for this day. It started off as normal, going to college, before the class chats,compliments, rants and comments, ' you look great in that top' 'hey, your eyeliner looks perfect today' ' I look sick' 'I want a pair of sexy stockings, these leggings are so damn boring yea!' And 'shweta should've come, she'll miss d amazing pics we're gonna click today'. The first lecture started, it was an unexpected class, 'OB in first lecture? Since when?' Learned later that the timetable had changed, again. Half of d class was missing today cuz of d viva in ob which was due today. Ma'am decided to postpone it and started with dictating notes. She saw <b>'her'</b> sitting alone, went up to <i>her</i> and asked <i>her</i> if she was ok, why <i>she</i> seemed upset, but then switched back to subject after cold replies from <i>her</i>. We all glanced over the first seat near the window which has a great view in d morning and then we</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> looked away. Got too busy with our own world. The first lecture ended, second started. Only person missing in the class was <i>'her'</i>. Must've gone to the water cooler, some said. And again, we got busy in the class. A few mins later, we heard one of our lecturer scream '<b>ARE YOU MAD, what are you doing there!!?</b>' we laughed thinking how she usually says 'am I mad' when scolding us and wondered what special thing made her replace 'I' with 'you', little did we realising the panic in her voice or heard her hurried steps through the corridor. The next thing I heard was a scream. Everyone was running around trying to get a glimpse of what happened. In the midst of a chaos, I learned '<i>SHE'</i> had jumped off the balcony. That girl sitting in the front seat in the first lecture..</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Our class is on the 2nd floor. We were shocked. How could that happen? What can make her take such a step, suicide? NO!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">All these thoughts were in the mind for some fractions of seconds still seemed like hours long! then one by one all d lecturers came to us, scolded,explained things, questioned, how could 'we' let that happen.. How I wanted to say, we never wanted that to happen. Not even to the person we *disliked* so much.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I never talked to her since the final year started, infact d last conversation that I remember was a year back, standing outside the faculty room, that too was too short to remember.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">'<i>She'</i> must have had a lot of things going in her mind, none of her friends attended college today, then was she here for this only? We all wondered, still in deep shock.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Later we learned she was rushed to the hospital immediately after the fall, and suffered fractures, in the legs and the backbone. She survived it.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">The gossip mills had already started. The news spread in the college like wildfire. Reached even the co ed campus in no time, thanks to the banned cell phones in the college which did the good work. Amidst all the mess, there was one person who tried her best to get our minds off the incidents. She narrated so many incidents, funny but all real, and literally we felt like she's such a wonderful, positive and ever smiling person!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Getting back to '<i>that girl who jumped off the balcony</i>', there were no stories as to why had she done all that.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">She's been on my mind all day, though I didn't see her do the act, every time I close my eyes to sleep I see her face, soaked in tears, her sobs, and then the fall. *shivers*</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Today has given me so much thinking.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">But, this day had a lesson for us. For the girls who get depressed so easily, and keep slipping into it. We need to look over the situations from the point of view of those who love us, what they would go through if we take such extreme steps. What 'her' life would be like now.. And realise, whatever it is, <b>if God gets you to it, he gets you though it.</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">For 'MY' thoughts about it, check out </span><a href="http://khanvibes.blogspot.com/2010/08/value-of-life.html">http://khanvibes.blogspot.com/2010/08/value-of-life.html</a><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><b>Farzana</b></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-603911887288753811.post-1608222364138986092010-07-25T16:18:00.001+05:302010-07-25T16:22:09.750+05:30The IntroThere's always a story about a gang of friends.. how they met each other, their first hangout, how the secret sharing began and how they became a bunch of inseparable friends, a second family.<br />
Our story isn't that unusual, but I wouldn't mind sharing it.<br />
our gang, as we call ourselves "Fantastic Five" sometimes.. got together during the second year of college.<br />
Ereena, Farzana( me!) , Shruti, Shruti & Shweta..<br />
Me and Ereena became best friends during the first year when we both were having tough times. We kinda connected in a way that was purely conspired by universe. (I'll share our story some other day too).<br />
Shruti - Shweta, are both besties since their childhood days, did everything together, thus ended up in college together too.<br />
and Shruti or Googly if i should say to avoid the confusion, landed here by chance, being in sync with shruti shweta and their other friends during the first year.<br />
The first year ended with us five realizing that we weren't the type of girls in our class.. not a single mind out of the 40 odd girls made us feel like "wow, we are so alike!"<br />
In fact, the girls made us go like"Eew" or give looks that I can't describe in words! to be precise, we were a bunch not meant to be in this place.. in this college with these girls!<br />
After some joint chat sessions during lunch breaks and after class gossiping, we realized we began to be a "group" the change was so much better and It happened just like that!<br />
We shared common interests (major one being an obsession of getting"clicked" ), liked similar things, had a special fondness for anything fashion, loved bunking, were being envied by them other girls and of course, were all cool , in a REAL sense!<br />
Soon we became the Last benchers, often miffed with the lecturers who specially "hated" us and became the favorites of the great lecturers who were "hated" by the people who hated us!<br />
The strong bond of our friendship grew stronger over the year and now we are like "sisters" :)<br />
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And this blog is for sharing all our moments together, the good and the bad.. happy and sad (lame, i know :P )<br />
We share a world together, and would be sharing "our world" with the world now =)<br />
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Love,<br />
Farzana.Fantastic Fivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08649500894373199927noreply@blogger.com7