Shiva Raavi - Alternate Universe DT #9 - Page 46

Originally posted by: raindropsroses

Nothing special

It’s just a very terrifying experience 🤣

With super strict rules.
9 pm to bed, 5 am to rise, even looking in the direction of the opposite gender is a crime, all day study study study 🤣

Jab we used to visit my brother when he was there i used to feel so sad...they are not allowed to go outside the hostel campus and hum family andar jaake ek room mein baith ke baath karthe hein and jaise we exit they will close the gate...i still remember us leaving and my chottu looking through the gate from us paar..but most of the students are ready to take it for entrance

Originally posted by: Transference

Beware of the philosophical tirade that's about to follow!

There’s a reason why I sound so high on life most of the time. 😆

Not that it would matter, but I would still like to share something very personal with all of you.

I was a very grumpy, unhappy, anxious and a moody kid. Like other kids of my age, I had issues and would complain about each and everything in life.

There were certain circumstances which made me grow up really fast in my family to put up with responsibilities. I did it, but was grossly overwrought as a teenager.

I was that student who everybody loathed because I would be so unhappy about life.🤪

Something happened later during my teenage years that changed my perception forever.

I am severely asthmatic. And, not going into the details that led to it, I had a near-death experience in my life due to lack of oxygen.

That’s a different story that my husband(best friend) resuscitated me from death during an unprecedented asthmatic attack. I was marooned in the middle of a highway without oxygen or medical support with my pulse count dropping to a negligible limit, and the last thing I remember was severe pain in my chest and passing away. When I woke up groggy-eyed lying on a wet cot at a Dhaba, I saw someone breathing my mouth, trying to perform CPR and howling!

My then best friend, and later my husband heaved a huge sigh of relief to see me gasping!

All our friends were crying too. I was still wondering why everyone was crying so badly.

Everyone told me that they thought I was dead as I had stopped breathing and was lying like a corpse.

The ambulance came and I was taken to the hospital. I was under medication for a long period of time, and then after discharge I was lying on my bed looking at my ceiling fan for continuously three days.

Only few memories from my near death experience was that of a faint bright light when I came back.

But, as I was recuperating and pondering about my whole life, I just kept on replaying the the sequence of events that led to me to almost dying that day. I questioned myself several times, “what if I had died that day?”

The only answer I got for myself was that my parents my friends would mourn me for sometime, and then probably move on. They would presumably recollect me as that unhappy kid who died.

That was the milestone of arousing for me. I realised that as long as there is air in my lungs to breathe, nothing else really matters. For me, breathing is important, and so is life. We can never predict what would happen to us the next moment.

That was perhaps the last day I cried whole-heartedly. I make it a point to smile more often from that day.

I always believe in living for the moment from that day onwards. Making each day count.

And, one of my favourite phrases is “breathe”.

Whenever there is a conflict amongst people, I always keep on telling them, “breathe”.

So here goes my story😆 which was completely unnecessary at this point but I still thought I will write it out!!

So, this is precisely my reason for being ‘Gaumbi-like’ in real life!

Piuuuu🤗🤗

I want give you a biiiigg bear hug right now 🤗❤️

Thank you for sharing this❤️❤️

I'm partly your past self (the grumpy unhappy one) and remotely your present self

I wish to be that Gaumbi like version😛

Originally posted by: Transference

Beware of the philosophical tirade that's about to follow!

There’s a reason why I sound so high on life most of the time. 😆

Not that it would matter, but I would still like to share something very personal with all of you.

I was a very grumpy, unhappy, anxious and a moody kid. Like other kids of my age, I had issues and would complain about each and everything in life.

There were certain circumstances which made me grow up really fast in my family to put up with responsibilities. I did it, but was grossly overwrought as a teenager.

I was that student who everybody loathed because I would be so unhappy about life.🤪

Something happened later during my teenage years that changed my perception forever.

I am severely asthmatic. And, not going into the details that led to it, I had a near-death experience in my life due to lack of oxygen.

That’s a different story that my husband(best friend) resuscitated me from death during an unprecedented asthmatic attack. I was marooned in the middle of a highway without oxygen or medical support with my pulse count dropping to a negligible limit, and the last thing I remember was severe pain in my chest and passing away. When I woke up groggy-eyed lying on a wet cot at a Dhaba, I saw someone breathing my mouth, trying to perform CPR and howling!

My then best friend, and later my husband heaved a huge sigh of relief to see me gasping!

All our friends were crying too. I was still wondering why everyone was crying so badly.

Everyone told me that they thought I was dead as I had stopped breathing and was lying like a corpse.

The ambulance came and I was taken to the hospital. I was under medication for a long period of time, and then after discharge I was lying on my bed looking at my ceiling fan for continuously three days.

Only few memories from my near death experience was that of a faint bright light when I came back.

But, as I was recuperating and pondering about my whole life, I just kept on replaying the the sequence of events that led to me to almost dying that day. I questioned myself several times, “what if I had died that day?”

The only answer I got for myself was that my parents my friends would mourn me for sometime, and then probably move on. They would presumably recollect me as that unhappy kid who died.

That was the milestone of arousing for me. I realised that as long as there is air in my lungs to breathe, nothing else really matters. For me, breathing is important, and so is life. We can never predict what would happen to us the next moment.

That was perhaps the last day I cried whole-heartedly. I make it a point to smile more often from that day.

I always believe in living for the moment from that day onwards. Making each day count.

And, one of my favourite phrases is “breathe”.

Whenever there is a conflict amongst people, I always keep on telling them, “breathe”.

So here goes my story😆 which was completely unnecessary at this point but I still thought I will write it out!!

So, this is precisely my reason for being ‘Gaumbi-like’ in real life!

Breathe

Live in the present moment

Two of the most subtle things, told many times, but easily forgotten.. 😆

Thank you for the reminders❤️😆

Originally posted by: raindropsroses

KDice ship 🤣

Doobte doobte Swasti bacha rahi ti use

So I told her not to take too much trouble, so now she’s in our safe ship ❤️

Tum utar gayi ho puri tarah uss ship se?🤣

Originally posted by: Transference

Beware of the philosophical tirade that's about to follow!

There’s a reason why I sound so high on life most of the time. 😆

Not that it would matter, but I would still like to share something very personal with all of you.

I was a very grumpy, unhappy, anxious and a moody kid. Like other kids of my age, I had issues and would complain about each and everything in life.

There were certain circumstances which made me grow up really fast in my family to put up with responsibilities. I did it, but was grossly overwrought as a teenager.

I was that student who everybody loathed because I would be so unhappy about life.🤪

Something happened later during my teenage years that changed my perception forever.

I am severely asthmatic. And, not going into the details that led to it, I had a near-death experience in my life due to lack of oxygen.

That’s a different story that my husband(best friend) resuscitated me from death during an unprecedented asthmatic attack. I was marooned in the middle of a highway without oxygen or medical support with my pulse count dropping to a negligible limit, and the last thing I remember was severe pain in my chest and passing away. When I woke up groggy-eyed lying on a wet cot at a Dhaba, I saw someone breathing my mouth, trying to perform CPR and howling!

My then best friend, and later my husband heaved a huge sigh of relief to see me gasping!

All our friends were crying too. I was still wondering why everyone was crying so badly.

Everyone told me that they thought I was dead as I had stopped breathing and was lying like a corpse.

The ambulance came and I was taken to the hospital. I was under medication for a long period of time, and then after discharge I was lying on my bed looking at my ceiling fan for continuously three days.

Only few memories from my near death experience was that of a faint bright light when I came back.

But, as I was recuperating and pondering about my whole life, I just kept on replaying the the sequence of events that led to me to almost dying that day. I questioned myself several times, “what if I had died that day?”

The only answer I got for myself was that my parents my friends would mourn me for sometime, and then probably move on. They would presumably recollect me as that unhappy kid who died.

That was the milestone of arousing for me. I realised that as long as there is air in my lungs to breathe, nothing else really matters. For me, breathing is important, and so is life. We can never predict what would happen to us the next moment.

That was perhaps the last day I cried whole-heartedly. I make it a point to smile more often from that day.

I always believe in living for the moment from that day onwards. Making each day count.

And, one of my favourite phrases is “breathe”.

Whenever there is a conflict amongst people, I always keep on telling them, “breathe”.

So here goes my story😆 which was completely unnecessary at this point but I still thought I will write it out!!

So, this is precisely my reason for being ‘Gaumbi-like’ in real life!

I’m so sorry you had to go through that though, I’m glad you had your husband by your side. But your story is inspiring. Hats off to you! ❤️

It reminded me of a butterfly’s metamorphosis for some reason

I have a similar attitude towards life, when I cry I feel like I’ve let life get the better of me. And I’m very competitive, so I make up my mind to be happy no matter what. And soon whatever was irking me slowly passes away till it finally doesn’t matter anymore. My role model in life always says, “every problem you get in life is given to you because you have the strength to face it.”

Originally posted by: Transference

Beware of the philosophical tirade that's about to follow!

There’s a reason why I sound so high on life most of the time. 😆

Not that it would matter, but I would still like to share something very personal with all of you.

I was a very grumpy, unhappy, anxious and a moody kid. Like other kids of my age, I had issues and would complain about each and everything in life.

There were certain circumstances which made me grow up really fast in my family to put up with responsibilities. I did it, but was grossly overwrought as a teenager.

I was that student who everybody loathed because I would be so unhappy about life.🤪

Something happened later during my teenage years that changed my perception forever.

I am severely asthmatic. And, not going into the details that led to it, I had a near-death experience in my life due to lack of oxygen.

That’s a different story that my husband(best friend) resuscitated me from death during an unprecedented asthmatic attack. I was marooned in the middle of a highway without oxygen or medical support with my pulse count dropping to a negligible limit, and the last thing I remember was severe pain in my chest and passing away. When I woke up groggy-eyed lying on a wet cot at a Dhaba, I saw someone breathing my mouth, trying to perform CPR and howling!

My then best friend, and later my husband heaved a huge sigh of relief to see me gasping!

All our friends were crying too. I was still wondering why everyone was crying so badly.

Everyone told me that they thought I was dead as I had stopped breathing and was lying like a corpse.

The ambulance came and I was taken to the hospital. I was under medication for a long period of time, and then after discharge I was lying on my bed looking at my ceiling fan for continuously three days.

Only few memories from my near death experience was that of a faint bright light when I came back.

But, as I was recuperating and pondering about my whole life, I just kept on replaying the the sequence of events that led to me to almost dying that day. I questioned myself several times, “what if I had died that day?”

The only answer I got for myself was that my parents my friends would mourn me for sometime, and then probably move on. They would presumably recollect me as that unhappy kid who died.

That was the milestone of arousing for me. I realised that as long as there is air in my lungs to breathe, nothing else really matters. For me, breathing is important, and so is life. We can never predict what would happen to us the next moment.

That was perhaps the last day I cried whole-heartedly. I make it a point to smile more often from that day.

I always believe in living for the moment from that day onwards. Making each day count.

And, one of my favourite phrases is “breathe”.

Whenever there is a conflict amongst people, I always keep on telling them, “breathe”.

So here goes my story😆 which was completely unnecessary at this point but I still thought I will write it out!!

So, this is precisely my reason for being ‘Gaumbi-like’ in real life!

piu di, thank you so much for sharing with us 🤗 I'm so glad your husband was with you in such a tough time and you overcame it so strongly 🤗

I have always loved your outlook on life and can now understand where it stems from, please keep sharing - I live through you 😳

Originally posted by: Coleus

Hii everyone..a pahadi this side so had to reply to this one😆..I've been a silent reader from quite some time now.You guys are amazing,this forum is such a happy place.Wish I could send you some baal mithai❤️

P.S. I just made a new If accout to reply to this post and I am not well aware with IF world...dont even know whether my reply will be posted in the right post or not..so bear with me😆🤣

Awwwww 🤗 Hiii welcome! I’ll be awaiting the methai 😆

What’s your name?

Originally posted by: SlytherInMe.

updated all the gifs I have made so far in my gif gallery, do show it some love when you have time 😳

https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/pandya-store/5232019/junglee-billis-index-new-update-shivi-gifs-pages-40-and-41-08-14-2021

now I have to muster up the motivation to make today's epi gifs 🤪🤣

Dum lagake haiiishaaa 🤣

Originally posted by: Transference

Beware of the philosophical tirade that's about to follow!

There’s a reason why I sound so high on life most of the time. 😆

Not that it would matter, but I would still like to share something very personal with all of you.

I was a very grumpy, unhappy, anxious and a moody kid. Like other kids of my age, I had issues and would complain about each and everything in life.

There were certain circumstances which made me grow up really fast in my family to put up with responsibilities. I did it, but was grossly overwrought as a teenager.

I was that student who everybody loathed because I would be so unhappy about life.🤪

Something happened later during my teenage years that changed my perception forever.

I am severely asthmatic. And, not going into the details that led to it, I had a near-death experience in my life due to lack of oxygen.

That’s a different story that my husband(best friend) resuscitated me from death during an unprecedented asthmatic attack. I was marooned in the middle of a highway without oxygen or medical support with my pulse count dropping to a negligible limit, and the last thing I remember was severe pain in my chest and passing away. When I woke up groggy-eyed lying on a wet cot at a Dhaba, I saw someone breathing my mouth, trying to perform CPR and howling!

My then best friend, and later my husband heaved a huge sigh of relief to see me gasping!

All our friends were crying too. I was still wondering why everyone was crying so badly.

Everyone told me that they thought I was dead as I had stopped breathing and was lying like a corpse.

The ambulance came and I was taken to the hospital. I was under medication for a long period of time, and then after discharge I was lying on my bed looking at my ceiling fan for continuously three days.

Only few memories from my near death experience was that of a faint bright light when I came back.

But, as I was recuperating and pondering about my whole life, I just kept on replaying the the sequence of events that led to me to almost dying that day. I questioned myself several times, “what if I had died that day?”

The only answer I got for myself was that my parents my friends would mourn me for sometime, and then probably move on. They would presumably recollect me as that unhappy kid who died.

That was the milestone of arousing for me. I realised that as long as there is air in my lungs to breathe, nothing else really matters. For me, breathing is important, and so is life. We can never predict what would happen to us the next moment.

That was perhaps the last day I cried whole-heartedly. I make it a point to smile more often from that day.

I always believe in living for the moment from that day onwards. Making each day count.

And, one of my favourite phrases is “breathe”.

Whenever there is a conflict amongst people, I always keep on telling them, “breathe”.

So here goes my story😆 which was completely unnecessary at this point but I still thought I will write it out!!

So, this is precisely my reason for being ‘Gaumbi-like’ in real life!

You are one strong lady🤗...i wish iam half as strong as you...Your posts interpretations caps everything brings a sunshine here ❤️...Though i dont reply alot i follow you all...and this place is heaven...so positive so energetic🥳

Originally posted by: Popzzzz

Jab we used to visit my brother when he was there i used to feel so sad...they are not allowed to go outside the hostel campus and hum family andar jaake ek room mein baith ke baath karthe hein and jaise we exit they will close the gate...i still remember us leaving and my chottu looking through the gate from us paar..but most of the students are ready to take it for entrance

I feel what he felt 😭 It was almost a jail

I used to cry so much, it was the first time being away from family and it was bad