ME

My Nick name is Mary ( My brother name me Mary after he came back from school learning Nursery rhyme Mary had a little lamb, I am happy he didnt name me Lamb). My folks at home call me mary, all my nephew and neice with all their due respect call me Mary Fu. (FU... Abhishek my oldest nephew couldn't pronounce the bhojpuri word for aunt, guess Its Phua, he invented a new word Fu ).

Until, My engineering I was a sort of book-worm. Initially it was to impress dad and then it became a habit. I would revise what was taught in the school everyday and also read what would be taught next. Was quite popular in school. Academically I was doing very good and I was even better at extra curricular activities. I was always the leader of the gangs I had in school. I was good at debate, games and writing love letters for my friends and also my sister.

I had trained my mind to not fall in love ( papa thought I can never get into such things unlike my sisters). I had my own share of crushes which got crushed with time.


I was too innocent then, not anymore . My dad gave me two career option medincine or engineering. I chose engineering as the dissection of frogs in Bio lab was something I hated. Hence I was left with no choice but engineering. The innocent gal that I was thought after graduation i.e Engineering(which was a prerequisite to study law), I will study law and will become one of the best lawyers. First year of enginnering , the thought of becoming a lawyer went out of my hostel window. I was slowly changing but in its extremes. From a bookworm, to study just a night or two before the examination and a movie between the exam breaks.


Ah, I forgot to mention, the only guys I had interacted while I was in home were my brothers.
First year engineering was awful, was missing home teribbly all the time. I was a cry baby and had no frens. Things changed when Sandhya Pathak my batchmate made frens with me. I liked her a lot. More than liking, I had respect for her. She would not drink cold-drink or eat choclates and would wash her clothes ( she said she couldn't afford and hence nver developed taste for it).

How we beacme frens, It is still fresh in my mind..... it was exam time and i had asked her to wake me up and when she did , I smiled and woke up to study. She later told me she like the smile :). Then came Nidhi kashyap( sandhya's buddy) who turned my best buddy too. We three were very good frens.( I hate using past tense here). Sandhya doesnot want to keep in youch with me for reasons I cant relate to and Nidhi chose not to keep in touch with anybody from the college. Nidhi and I were alike,( my neice name is nidhi, my folks had heard this name so much from me that they name her nidhi). Sandhya was calm, composed and a very responsible person. Nidhi and I were adventurous, fun-loving, naughty and we made boyfriends around the same time.


My boyfriend was the first guy I spoke to after my brothers. He was quite a senior but a Rajput.
Sandhya was dead against him, I do not know if I loved him or was it infatuation. I was liking all the attention I was getting. And when you are away from home and if someone really cares for you , we all tend to like that person. My love story ended with my boyfriend passing out of college and getting married to someone(rich, beautiful) without even informing me. What a shock that was.... I pretended strong. I shared room with my sister, I didnt even have a place to cry then. Used to visit my best fren dhanpriya(schoolmate) to be able to cry without being noticed, she had a separate to herself. Now I find it funny that I cried for something which was worthless. Cried for someone who was an escapist, cried for someone who didnt even care what I must be going through. I met him at Joburg accidently and realised Good sure has better plans for me. I could not relate to him anymore. The pain vanished.


The pain was so so bad that I could not concentrate in my career and I feel I still lag far behind my collegemates. But I don't care. God has some very special plans for me. Cmon God unveil the special plan for me....


I was running away from myself, switched my jobs, wasn't liking what I was doing (Programming). Now I have decided I am not runing anywhere, I have started loving programming, credit goes to my new buddy ashwin. I would write about him in a separate blog.


when I started writing this blog, i had nothing in mind..... hence started with my name ...