about my childhood

hey ppl ........i m really sorry for not keepin u updated wid my regular blogs..........I,as a kid was very naughty.my mom was so much fed up of me that u wont even realise.since my dad keeps on getting transfered half of the times my mom is busy packing the stuff.and as a kid i used to go and sit in the trunks to trouble my mom.and later my mom used to make me sit in my pram and tie it to a tree.it was so sad for a sweet kid like me to be hanged up to that tree.but luckily the tree did not break.....and then when i started realisin abt my life i.e. when i was aware what was happening around me were in punjab..and i loved the chill and rains over there..........and then i cried while leavin d best of my friends shikha and saurabh as we moved to gangtok.but wat to say gangtok is like heaven those heights,snow and so much more...nd darjeeling and the ropeway in there.....in short i was terrible as a kid but i loved these places and the various kinds of environments i was exposed to....my last trip was to baroda till my 12th..........this place is the main reason y i grew up.i learnt how to drive nova.and how to be independent.....and my school mates were awesome and r still there on my profile

know what if someone asks me somethin

actually u feel very nice to question someone and to be questioned but it is always not so very interestin as it seems always...............there are condition when mind is in a swing of thought and is in a separate world predicting somethin......................sometimes head goes left and sometimes right..........i get confused.........................donno wat to answer.......................knowin a person very well does not make the diff even by a bit.......................coz an answer just can twist up ur relationship......................y is life always like a merry go round????????????????/

hey lots of personal thoughts here.........................but these r just my thoughts..............................my brain is just like a govt slow machine which is sometimes filled wid so much of work to do but at the same time at times an empty well ..................or u can just say that a river of words at times and at d other moment a dry river...........................but u know what i have a great idea................i capture my thoughts in this way.......................