Niel Costa's life

It is a nice thing to dream....but day dream? Niel Costa is a common boy like you and me, his dreams big like yours and mine, yet all of it is at stake in love. Would you live your dream or your love?
Lets read Niel Costa's story.

author: Niel Costa takes over

I hate classrooms, they feel like boundaries and they keep closing on me, the chatter, the noise, the teachers, the chalk dust, I hate it all. I just wait for the bell to ring, so I can run outside into the open air. Today is special, father says we can travel the world if he gets promoted. Oh, btw my parents are way qualified to be my parents, my mother is a best selling author Linda Turquoise and father head of the tech department at World Trade Centre. I hope we can just fly off today, I will miss madam Elisa-my first crush and a girl named 'Anjelo C' who lives a few blocks away from my home. You should never tell mom that, last time I was all around her house while I bunked school for fever. I think mom knows at times with the brilliant eyebrow thing she does when she says 'Anjelo', I behave not to know the greek thing. With all the acting skills I think 'What does it take to be Tom Cruise?', maybe that is something I could do. My acting teacher suspended me last time because I actually kissed the girl in a romantic scene, he said I was supposed to skip that-Tom doesn't skip that, huh!

The air outside is pretty chilly, I hope we can fly to some Neverland or NeverStudyland. The bell rings 'Crinnnngggggg'-Go to hell classmates, I'm going to fly away :) .

Home is very quiet, mom isin't home? The walls are eerie and mom's breakfast is lying rotting. The place seemed deserted but I was too busy in my dreams to fly. Maybe mom's gone shopping or has she ?...

-------contd. on this link, click on link below to read part(2) more----- http://pennmarks.blogspot.in/2014/08/niel-costas-life-2.html



The following post would be there by 10th aug, Niel seems a little busy.....The following post has been updated in the above link, click on it to read the following post. 

Me & Social Media

We've not been friends very good i.e. Me & Social Media. Well, I thought maybe I was missing out on something great. Plus, you being my readers, advisers and only people who care after my parents should have better ways of bonding & contact. So, I started my accounts on google+ and Facebook for a start.
On the right you could connect via google+ or facebook.

Here's the fb follow link-


Sorry, for some reason couldn't get the Google+ button working above. Please suggest, I must be doing something wrong, will get it fixed asap. Due to the lack of time to huddle a lot of good stories or thoughts, this will be a good way to keep sharing the daily fun-o-activities and in the process I would get to know you. Wow! Seems exciting, wish to see you soon.

Join me and tag #FWP meaning Friends with priyaani so I can see your updates. There is something more, I will write a story on the lucky 5 who join. :) So, who's gonna be in my story? You? or You?

Failed Identity

#SadAlert If you are in a bad mood don't read this, it might make you gloomier. I'm facing this for quite some time now, the feeling of depression, identity crisis. Yes! It is very common may be but as writing is a way to calm me down, I thought sharing it with you can be of help. Perhaps you could also tell me how to best solve it.

I believe these are some of the grey days where i'm utterly confused, restless and hate the way I am. On the contrary I do love a lot of things about me but the single fact 'Who Am I' bothers me too much. As is know life didn't turn out the way I had dreamy planned it, it hardly so happens. So was the reason I actually got to writing. Any of you in 20 something are undergoing the same time? Or maybe you've been through it.

I sometimes wake up crying, or even feeling numb about whoever I am. It's not really my fault I didn't get famous and be known, yet I don't know how to work things out. The very first things I did last time I was here at age 18 was:
1. learn dance
2. lose weight
3. look in the mirror and feel great
4. get a great job
5. grow fashion sense and shop

After sometime, now I am almost addicted to what women say 'Shopaholic'. Yet, it's not long lasting, the feeling only stays away until I stop shopping, or I keep if away while i'm with a friend.

Some even suggest, I am 'lonely', with a house full of people. I really don't agree to that. Yes, friends might be at a minimal and some of them even bitch around your back, so they dwindle further. But there's this other problem in your 20's, the opposite sex declines friendship and well a blunt 'Love You' cannot be more fake and disgusting. Someone who doesn't know you can obviously not love you for the right reasons. Plus i'm into sports, books and so many things usually online, so it's not really 'lonely' there. Moreover the right people sometimes don't turn back but betray and yes that can be quite a heart break and no more trying out 'love' thing.
On too of all the feeling, the following video got me more depressed-
Incase you can't see video- [Link] is as follows on.ted.com/Jay 
All together, it's a mess........I wish I could beat this feeling like last time. Do you have any suggestions? Do let us know, many of our kind would be helped.

Sorry if I messed up your day, just needed some help maybe. -#confused20

Life beyond barriers

Inspired by Nikki Durkin, founder & Ceo of 99dresses. This is an extremely beautiful woman & very young entrepreneur. 99dresses is a startup failure inspite of their achievements that were just awesome. I salute this lady's spirit most of all. She is a person who dares to live 'Life beyond barriers' . This post is for her & the Nikki within us.

You me and everyone is limited, we cannot see beyond a point, we cannot think beyond a point, we cannot even feel beyond a point...so we all have barriers. We wish to break this each day, any barrier that limits us, that makes us less than what we can be and each day is an adventure in this pursuit.

It's always cold and starry when we start,
So much that you cannot really tell apart,
Bitter and cold in the snow,
Feels like sometimes there's just nowhere to go,
Like the mirage in the deserts,
Snow storms make their deal to flirt,
I walk along the roadless way,
When I notice my belief sway,
No matter, no mind, no truth, no game,
Heavens! What made me come all this way?
It is so intense, the feeling within,
I cannot see how I defy it's sin;

The night is lonely,
The days are cold,
The ways are empty,
And I cannot take nomore,

Was it wrong a lifetime before,
When I had walked into this journey,
Knowing not all of the hazards,
Just listening to my heart that beat so fast,
To live a 'life beyond barriers'?

The time still runs,
The world's still fun,
The twinkling stars seem to talk,
Of stories that remain untold,
Maybe I am one of them,
Maybe just maybe our stories are one of them.....

-Best of luck to Nikki & team, I personally donot believe in failure and never will. I completely think Nikki(salute her spirit) will be a come back and make something many folds revolutionary. If you have a story, I hope this helped you, donot fear failure or you wouldn't learn to walk, fear is not what you need, hope is maybe your best hope. Please share your story, just drop me comments and i'll get back.

In the mean time, read Nikki's post on failure - click to read here

Life Or Childhood everything comes conditioned ?

For a child who was conditioned in its parent's arms.......you cannot really blame for its deeds-can you?

In dreamy eyes,
I used to wake up,
To see a smile on my mother's lips,
She always looks as beautiful everyday,
She probably is the only person who loves me for no reason at all....

Slowly my dreams die,
I come to know what they are worth in another eye,
I cry to myself and realize,
It is not life which is unconditioned,
It is not love which comes for free,
It is all entwined into a viscious circle,
In which I shall lose my dreams tonight......

My eyes grow weary,
Of every mundane task I do,
But it is not much to ask,
From a child who loves its parents a lot.......

My inner strength come to a stop,
Not able to take this jail anymore,
God I meet as a lonely friend,
Who guides me in redeeming my strength.......

Alas! Life doesn't come for free,
For everything is conditioned,
Like this one it be,
The life of my parents were not so long,
Every moment I spent, I thought the time was up........

Tears rolled silently on my pillow,
In a few days, An adult I had grown,
Perhaps God could help me find my strength,
To fight a battle most unfair,
He looked me down,
With loving eyes,
Sympathized with me on every ground,
And he said life was this,
He could stand by me in this sorrowful hour,
But not change it for destiny must not retire.......

Alas! I came to meet life,
As a child or half grown adult I don't know,
But every single day from then,
I know how it is,
I live the moments as much for others,
Because the me lost years back,
Maybe the rest is all I desire......


The child has never found itself as it grew up with conditions every moment in life. It feels God too has betrayed him and in the conditional life he chooses to live as expected, least he misses the moments he has with his loved ones today.

It got a little complex, I too got touchy. Sometime I'll put it in a blog, so you could actually understand more briefly what I mean to say. Do let me know your thoughts in the comments below.