Somewhere deep inside I know this will never work, but there’s still this tug that says that maybe I shouldn’t give up that easily. Can I love anyone more? I can’t tell. But it’s not easy to deny that the pining doesn’t stop, the ache doesn’t diminish. The beauty is that I know he knows, or he’s playing around. I’m his friend; he’s something like that Forbidden Fruit. So irresistibly in my face. He makes me want to shut up and listen, while he talks and laughs. He makes me want to change everything about me, and yet make me feel something like complete. He’s everything I want, and I don’t know whether I should tell him that. I need to stop stuffing myself of him, and start looking at life beyond him…which is the way it will turn out.
He’s a dream personified, and I’m addicted to dreaming.
I’m still scared of the ‘L’ word…
I think that if I say it is, then I’ll never be able to move on…
It’s annoying, yes- but I’m sure there’s a little comfort I get from the idea that there’s more I can push me to.
Rhythm divine
Boredom strikes again!!
Save an 18 year old from dying of entertainment-hunger! The brains of an astounding 2 million children are permanently damaged due to the lack of fun every year.
Putting up a few favourite songs- the lyrics are lovely, in their own way.
How to save a life- The Fray
Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
And you begin to wonder why you came
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
Let him know that you know best
Cause after all you do know best
Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence
Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you've told him all along
pray to God he hears you
And prey to god he hears you
And where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours, grant him one last choice
Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you've followed
He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he'll say he's just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life (x2)
How to save a life
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life (x2)
***********************************************************************
If you leave - (OMD Covers) Nada Surf
If you leave, don't leave now
Please don't take my heart away
Promise me just one more night
Then we'll go our separate ways
We've always had time on our sides
Now it's fading fast
Every second every moment
We've gotta make it last
I touch you once I touch you twice
I won't let go at any price
I need you now like I needed you then
You always said we'd still be friends, someday
If you leave I won't cry
I won't waste a single day
But if you leave don't look back
I'll be running the other way
Seven years went under the bridge
Like time was standing still
Heaven knows what happens now
You've got to say you will
I touch you once I touch you twice
I won't let go at any price
I need you now like I needed you then
You always said we'd meet again, someday
I touch you once I touch you twice
I won't let go at any price
I need you now like I needed you then
You always said we'd meet again someday
If you leave
If you leave
Don't look back
Don't look back
Save an 18 year old from dying of entertainment-hunger! The brains of an astounding 2 million children are permanently damaged due to the lack of fun every year.
Putting up a few favourite songs- the lyrics are lovely, in their own way.
How to save a life- The Fray
Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
And you begin to wonder why you came
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
Let him know that you know best
Cause after all you do know best
Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence
Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you've told him all along
pray to God he hears you
And prey to god he hears you
And where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours, grant him one last choice
Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you've followed
He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he'll say he's just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life (x2)
How to save a life
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life (x2)
***********************************************************************
If you leave - (OMD Covers) Nada Surf
If you leave, don't leave now
Please don't take my heart away
Promise me just one more night
Then we'll go our separate ways
We've always had time on our sides
Now it's fading fast
Every second every moment
We've gotta make it last
I touch you once I touch you twice
I won't let go at any price
I need you now like I needed you then
You always said we'd still be friends, someday
If you leave I won't cry
I won't waste a single day
But if you leave don't look back
I'll be running the other way
Seven years went under the bridge
Like time was standing still
Heaven knows what happens now
You've got to say you will
I touch you once I touch you twice
I won't let go at any price
I need you now like I needed you then
You always said we'd meet again, someday
I touch you once I touch you twice
I won't let go at any price
I need you now like I needed you then
You always said we'd meet again someday
If you leave
If you leave
Don't look back
Don't look back
Whose line is it anyway?
I thought I should pen down some of my favorite dialogues I heard people around me saying. I think they beat any big-shot novelist!
I've also tried to remember who said what, and in what situation. Some come just out of context, but I have a feeling they're worth it.
(More of an exchange, this one)
I've also tried to remember who said what, and in what situation. Some come just out of context, but I have a feeling they're worth it.
Give it time- Manasi to me, when I was in a heartache-cum-euphoria stage.
Arre intensity chaahiye yaar!- Aakash to a wild and frustrated Ankit, during our EC skit. It didn't make him one bit of difference that 6 other people were on the verge of breaking his empty skull.
Isn't it time you gave some respect to your feelings?- Pankti, when I refused to confess my affection to Perennial Smarty.
It's not you, it's me- Everyone I know, to everyone I know.
Being happy, by the way, is very different from being content. You, are content.- Perennial Smarty, on someday where I was all calm and smiling.
Tu hi meri sukh-dukh ki sathni hai.- Shriya to Manasi, when I said Collin's gonna be my carrom partner.
Gaandu saala- Johanna to Horzy, in an orkut conversation.
(More of an exchange, this one)
"Happy birthday"
"It's okay"- Myron's birthday, and his reply to Sonika.
The world is a big place. You will meet a lot of people. You will meet your soul-mate. You are not alone. Lekin pyaar mein mat padna, log deewaane ho jaate hai. Deewaane hue paagal. Salman Khan?- Mr. CP Sharma, our economics professor, during a lecture when we were talking about demand graphs. This was the maximum sense he ever made. He may die of excitement if he hears I've quoted him!
- Dilpreet, on the IIM or IIMnot day. What I didn't tell you, is that all the while I did have the pimples, I was sitting right in your house. Funny you didn't notice then!I was probably the Pimple Queen of my school!
Tujhe kabhi pimples ka problem nahi aaya hoga na?Kaafi clear skin hai. Sahi hai yaar
Ab toh hass saale- Yash, a TY to Vishal, an SY- during the GBM after SNIFF's first day.
Main nirdosh hoon- Ankit, when Maryam and me trapped him between us on the bench because we thought he was very cute.
Whooopeee New Year!!
Got the idea from Chris' blog. Thanks again.:)
Resolutions are a part of New Year celebrations- you have them once in a high state, and then move on like nothing happened.
This time, I'm gonna stick to mine, if not for determination's sake, then for the sake of getting a boyfriend! Of my choice!!
1. Lose 5 kilos a month, that should get me to human dimensions by my birthday. So that also means:
a. No chocolate (done).
b. No cheese.
c. No baahar ka khaana
d. Gym.
e. Running.
2. Get a boyfriend by July!...enough time to lose weight, start learning to drive, flirt (which I am as good as an antelope with humans). I'm 18, damn you! My mum had probably already decided to get married at this age!
3. Get my driver's license. Which will be done tomorrow. Promise.
4. Get my passport done. Which will also be done by the 5th. A birthday gift to my aunt who has been nagging me, and is even ready to bribe people so that I get my work done hassle-free!
5. Publish at least 2 more articles in newspapers. So that'd mean internship. That'd be a tough one, with publishers having stopped recruitment. I'll let you know when the stuff's published.
6. Grow my hair back. No hair cut. Let it grow junglee till December.
7. Stand first in class. Ankit, you watch out. My projects are going to be something people love watching.
8. Be popular in at least one city college, as an essay writer who doesn't let anyone else win. Big bad girl. Grrrr...
9. Finish reading Word Power. I was supposed to do that long back, but it's better late than never. This should actually be slotted into quarterly goals.
10. Save cash. For buying more Colaba stuff. And movies.
11. Movies only on Tuesdays, unless someone's treating me.
12. No ragging Aakash- I started that today. He stared at me like I was giving away my house to an Orissa victim. The class said, for once in unison, "Yeah right".
13. Not attack people when it comes to arguments, give them breathing space.
14. Paint my wall.
Resolutions are a part of New Year celebrations- you have them once in a high state, and then move on like nothing happened.
This time, I'm gonna stick to mine, if not for determination's sake, then for the sake of getting a boyfriend! Of my choice!!
1. Lose 5 kilos a month, that should get me to human dimensions by my birthday. So that also means:
a. No chocolate (done).
b. No cheese.
c. No baahar ka khaana
d. Gym.
e. Running.
2. Get a boyfriend by July!...enough time to lose weight, start learning to drive, flirt (which I am as good as an antelope with humans). I'm 18, damn you! My mum had probably already decided to get married at this age!
3. Get my driver's license. Which will be done tomorrow. Promise.
4. Get my passport done. Which will also be done by the 5th. A birthday gift to my aunt who has been nagging me, and is even ready to bribe people so that I get my work done hassle-free!
5. Publish at least 2 more articles in newspapers. So that'd mean internship. That'd be a tough one, with publishers having stopped recruitment. I'll let you know when the stuff's published.
6. Grow my hair back. No hair cut. Let it grow junglee till December.
7. Stand first in class. Ankit, you watch out. My projects are going to be something people love watching.
8. Be popular in at least one city college, as an essay writer who doesn't let anyone else win. Big bad girl. Grrrr...
9. Finish reading Word Power. I was supposed to do that long back, but it's better late than never. This should actually be slotted into quarterly goals.
10. Save cash. For buying more Colaba stuff. And movies.
11. Movies only on Tuesdays, unless someone's treating me.
12. No ragging Aakash- I started that today. He stared at me like I was giving away my house to an Orissa victim. The class said, for once in unison, "Yeah right".
13. Not attack people when it comes to arguments, give them breathing space.
14. Paint my wall.
Rewind
Hey jot down a few of your most memorable times this year in the comments' column na?
Cheeries, my dearies!
Heylo, we're three days from end of the year, and have no real goals in the head. So I guess it's best to see through the past year!
Of course, I'm banking on my 'write-past-midnight' skill to deliver what could have been a worse post. Happy birthday to all those born on the 29th of December, specially to you, Gigi- my neighbour and the only person in the building who appreciates Secondhand Serenade. And the only neighbour who you get to see twice a year, and still stay on great terms with. She also helped me nurse Simba.
I'm on a horrid spree of indecisiveness. Ranging from people to things to ideas.
The year began with- my 12th. I wasn't really obsessed about it the way I should have been, but there you go- I am not the world's most hardworking person.
Thanks to my mum's acquaintance, Mr. Dighe, though- I did get some hope in chemistry and physics. And mathematics (God bless him).
Feb brought along a lot of studying, and that surprise chill in the begnning. Of course, another Valentine's day gone wonky, with nothing at all- but I live on hope!
March first got exams, then the beginning of a wonderful vacation, all of which you can read on the blog. It also gave me the hint that cupid was hanging around Namaskaar these days!
April got a series of travels and piercing (my nose) and Shiamak and most importantly CEB!! Which meant new experiences and people and shocks and surprises...and the rise of the carrom reign. The class crowd still had CET preps going on. So no point disturbing them. A week with only Dad was great, he let me do everything I wanted- get friends over, play, pierce, dance, stay up to 10.30 on the benches...you name it.
May was just pretty much the same, though outings had come to a halt- Shiamak ruled my life. Carrom and Shiamak constituted my life. With a little more on the lovey dovey part.Of course, there was the anniversary issue of CEB to write in...10th batch of students.
June got on with results, Simba, running about for colleges, getting through at UPG (LOVE MY COLLEGE!!), the fact that I couldn't make it to Xav broke my heart- I cried on the train. The really nice thing to happen was the interview with CRY's Irwin Fernandes. Very sweet.
July was terrible. The death, the big fat heartbreak, the awkwardness. Went for a movie with Mihir, who managed to irritate Myron- the guy-who-can't-be-irritated. But the good news was- my college. I met those people who are as of now some of my closest friends.
August was moderately ok. Had a lot of intercollegiate, added to Shiamak. My birthday was on the day of my first presentation. Other presentations followed.
September was happily occupied by projects. And then entered SNIFF!
It has taken over my life since!
October I got a lucky break for exams, amidst those wars against the HoD. Then entered my new cellphone. I adore it. In the end of October I went in for the back-to-my-roots trip to the south- where I met a load of relatives I didn't know existed, and visited some of the best houses in the world.
November was good too. A Diwali well spent outside. My SNIFF work continued, with the battle over HoD still being fought by Khan...and brochures being made and corrected and made all over again. Registration boomed.
December was the most entertaining...what with two of my good friends hooking up, and the WEIRD IV. The after shock was something else...joy, relief, stronger bonds. The end was laced by another death on the family- that of my grandpa's brother, the day before yesterday.
Looking for a little happiness as the year ends.
Cheeries, my dearies!
Heylo, we're three days from end of the year, and have no real goals in the head. So I guess it's best to see through the past year!
Of course, I'm banking on my 'write-past-midnight' skill to deliver what could have been a worse post. Happy birthday to all those born on the 29th of December, specially to you, Gigi- my neighbour and the only person in the building who appreciates Secondhand Serenade. And the only neighbour who you get to see twice a year, and still stay on great terms with. She also helped me nurse Simba.
I'm on a horrid spree of indecisiveness. Ranging from people to things to ideas.
The year began with- my 12th. I wasn't really obsessed about it the way I should have been, but there you go- I am not the world's most hardworking person.
Thanks to my mum's acquaintance, Mr. Dighe, though- I did get some hope in chemistry and physics. And mathematics (God bless him).
Feb brought along a lot of studying, and that surprise chill in the begnning. Of course, another Valentine's day gone wonky, with nothing at all- but I live on hope!
March first got exams, then the beginning of a wonderful vacation, all of which you can read on the blog. It also gave me the hint that cupid was hanging around Namaskaar these days!
April got a series of travels and piercing (my nose) and Shiamak and most importantly CEB!! Which meant new experiences and people and shocks and surprises...and the rise of the carrom reign. The class crowd still had CET preps going on. So no point disturbing them. A week with only Dad was great, he let me do everything I wanted- get friends over, play, pierce, dance, stay up to 10.30 on the benches...you name it.
May was just pretty much the same, though outings had come to a halt- Shiamak ruled my life. Carrom and Shiamak constituted my life. With a little more on the lovey dovey part.Of course, there was the anniversary issue of CEB to write in...10th batch of students.
June got on with results, Simba, running about for colleges, getting through at UPG (LOVE MY COLLEGE!!), the fact that I couldn't make it to Xav broke my heart- I cried on the train. The really nice thing to happen was the interview with CRY's Irwin Fernandes. Very sweet.
July was terrible. The death, the big fat heartbreak, the awkwardness. Went for a movie with Mihir, who managed to irritate Myron- the guy-who-can't-be-irritated. But the good news was- my college. I met those people who are as of now some of my closest friends.
August was moderately ok. Had a lot of intercollegiate, added to Shiamak. My birthday was on the day of my first presentation. Other presentations followed.
September was happily occupied by projects. And then entered SNIFF!
It has taken over my life since!
October I got a lucky break for exams, amidst those wars against the HoD. Then entered my new cellphone. I adore it. In the end of October I went in for the back-to-my-roots trip to the south- where I met a load of relatives I didn't know existed, and visited some of the best houses in the world.
November was good too. A Diwali well spent outside. My SNIFF work continued, with the battle over HoD still being fought by Khan...and brochures being made and corrected and made all over again. Registration boomed.
December was the most entertaining...what with two of my good friends hooking up, and the WEIRD IV. The after shock was something else...joy, relief, stronger bonds. The end was laced by another death on the family- that of my grandpa's brother, the day before yesterday.
Looking for a little happiness as the year ends.
Psst!
The Mehendi, 3 hours after I washed the powder off. I think I can do better, though.
Got mehendi on my hands (I refuse to call it Henna, for god's sake, it's so beautifully Indian to call it Mehendi, though Henna is Indian too!). The last time I had that was my cousin's wedding last year- both hands covered, from some roadside artist in Vile-Parle, managed to soil Manasi's shirt.
It was a Sunday, 7th of May, just a after a chem and physics test. Manasi met my friend Myron, for the first time, she was wearing the green Hongkong shirt, and we had masala chhaas at the bus stop!
Mehendi also brings along a lot of other memories, one related to Myron- this was the next day, after the wedding, in class. Someone, Karvi I think, had started teasing him about whose 'haath peela karega' and all.
Another one is when I wrote, drew cryptically actually, a certain 'crush's name a little over my ankle. Wore socks for a week in the house, claiming it was cold. I had to feign a fever an entire week. It was really cute, and quite daring considering a cursed-to-cowardice kid like me. This must've been in the 11th, I was VERY crazy about him!
Mehendi gives me a very Indian feel, you know. Kinda pleasantly bridal too, if you know what I mean. No, no hurry to get married, no prince charming in mind (well...maybe...)- just a very giggly feeling takes over.
This time, the design's got my festival logo in it. SNIFF obsessed!
Cheers!
Happy Christmas!
Movie'd
Was watching Karan-Arjun a few minutes back. For a lot of reasons, I shouldn't. Remembered a post scribbled some three years back on my long forgotten MSN blog, or space, whichever you prefer. I've worked pretty hard at editing the post to convert it from hyper-teen SMS lingo which doesn't make sense anymore to legible English.
The central idea stayed the same, only that I have a few positive opinions of SRK these days too.
Indulge.
You ought to know what kind of movies you can watch and you can't watch. I mean not what's 'meant for you ' and otherwise, but what you need patience and stamina for and what comes easy.
But I wish I had realized this earlier..because right now I really can't tolerate some movies I was rather fond of before.
Take for example:
Hum Aapke Hai Kaun.
genre: family, drama, musical..
..had to be...its got a 20-something member family, everyone who's BAAAD at acting, and 13 songs...I won't ask anyone to 'beat that'...because who would want to watch a movie with the same or more songs..
At the age of 6, when the disastrous movie was released...I was head over heels in luuuv with Salman. So it was a must watch for me...moreover I ws pretty fond of (the late)laxmikant berde...whp was soooooo 'funny' for me...and then the best part....I was amazed by Renuka Shahane-Rana who played good ol' pooja bhabhi or jiji in the movie...for, i think, her smile...something like that.
And now...I hav personally banned Salman as to me he is a blot on the name of humanity, laxmikant berde on any of the channels on TV and the TV goes off..and well, Renuka who?
Kuch Kuch Hota Hai
genre: family, friendship, relationships
Yeah rite...family for the sake of it...no family there lasted without a death, friendship swapped for a stupid crush, and more on anti-relationships than relationships...except if you are gonna count Shah Rukh's always available lecture on 'My mother'
Ok, i was 8..like SRK's beti Anjali in the movie, with a hairstyle like Kajol before the interval, liked singing n dancing....and then onwards wanted to go really badly to Simla...and liking SRK was a fad..even 2de. Rani Mukherji was ideal mummy...believe it or not I kinda wished my mummy was a college friend of daddy's and his second wife too...ok, that's sad.
now its soooo yuck..how can a mother give her 8 year old daughter such an emotional load to carry along?? Kajol's wig makes me wanna throw up, I prefer not dancing in public, and to hell with Simla, Matheran's good enough for me...I can't believe I liked Shah Rukh..he's sooo predictable, its like, you see the first show of his latest movie and you can tell his next dialogue...c'mon man, get a life!! The only thing that's stayed constant is my utter adoration for Rani...she's amazing...unbeatable..WOW!!!
Other movies I fell in love with were:
Raja Hindustani
Mr & Mrs Khiladi..yes there was a movie like that- remember 'jab tak rahega samose mein aloo'?
Karan Arjun
But some movies which released along the same period but still make sense are....
Kabhi Haan Kabhi Na
Andaaz Apna Apna
Jo Jeeta Wohi Sikandar
I guess like man himself, his choices and opinions also evolve.
I'm relieved mine have.
I'd say that's a fairly good job by a 15 year old, kya?
The central idea stayed the same, only that I have a few positive opinions of SRK these days too.
Indulge.
You ought to know what kind of movies you can watch and you can't watch. I mean not what's 'meant for you ' and otherwise, but what you need patience and stamina for and what comes easy.
But I wish I had realized this earlier..because right now I really can't tolerate some movies I was rather fond of before.
Take for example:
Hum Aapke Hai Kaun.
genre: family, drama, musical..
..had to be...its got a 20-something member family, everyone who's BAAAD at acting, and 13 songs...I won't ask anyone to 'beat that'...because who would want to watch a movie with the same or more songs..
At the age of 6, when the disastrous movie was released...I was head over heels in luuuv with Salman. So it was a must watch for me...moreover I ws pretty fond of (the late)laxmikant berde...whp was soooooo 'funny' for me...and then the best part....I was amazed by Renuka Shahane-Rana who played good ol' pooja bhabhi or jiji in the movie...for, i think, her smile...something like that.
And now...I hav personally banned Salman as to me he is a blot on the name of humanity, laxmikant berde on any of the channels on TV and the TV goes off..and well, Renuka who?
Kuch Kuch Hota Hai
genre: family, friendship, relationships
Yeah rite...family for the sake of it...no family there lasted without a death, friendship swapped for a stupid crush, and more on anti-relationships than relationships...except if you are gonna count Shah Rukh's always available lecture on 'My mother'
Ok, i was 8..like SRK's beti Anjali in the movie, with a hairstyle like Kajol before the interval, liked singing n dancing....and then onwards wanted to go really badly to Simla...and liking SRK was a fad..even 2de. Rani Mukherji was ideal mummy...believe it or not I kinda wished my mummy was a college friend of daddy's and his second wife too...ok, that's sad.
now its soooo yuck..how can a mother give her 8 year old daughter such an emotional load to carry along?? Kajol's wig makes me wanna throw up, I prefer not dancing in public, and to hell with Simla, Matheran's good enough for me...I can't believe I liked Shah Rukh..he's sooo predictable, its like, you see the first show of his latest movie and you can tell his next dialogue...c'mon man, get a life!! The only thing that's stayed constant is my utter adoration for Rani...she's amazing...unbeatable..WOW!!!
Other movies I fell in love with were:
Raja Hindustani
Mr & Mrs Khiladi..yes there was a movie like that- remember 'jab tak rahega samose mein aloo'?
Karan Arjun
But some movies which released along the same period but still make sense are....
Kabhi Haan Kabhi Na
Andaaz Apna Apna
Jo Jeeta Wohi Sikandar
I guess like man himself, his choices and opinions also evolve.
I'm relieved mine have.
I'd say that's a fairly good job by a 15 year old, kya?
About a 17-and-a-half year old me.
An awfully long time back, when Roadies 5.0 was still on air, I'd written a common 'about me' for Facebook and Orkut. One of the my favourite, hence has probably written after a glass of 7UP or at 4am. Those are the conditions when I give out good stuff.
I liked it a lot, so what better way to preserve it than to copy-paste it to your blog. Yes, I am extremely sleepy.
I shall now finally write a fresh about me, keeping this one in mind.
Do read, mindlessly.
My current BIG crush is Rannvijay. Hmm…the ‘Roadies’ fellow that’s right. Another thing about him, For the people who this might make sense to. He does resemble one guy I’m really confused about.
Also the fact that I’m officially out of love. It’s like this: you’re a swingy, see-sawy teenager with not even the basic control of hormones, and when there’s a ‘void’ is your assumed love-life, you grab at whatever’s in sight. Something like the drowning man and the straw story. So you grapple, and in my case..it’s something of a life-saver. But one fine day this supposed ‘love story’…well you grow out of it. Distance makes the heart grow fonder only if you are a character from Shakespearean era. It just gives you time to look at other prospects, compare them to what you had at first, and lo! You have a contender for your premkatha.
If this goes on for too long, you either
1. keep bumbling around like a nymphomaniac who’s all gaga over the slightest suggestion of maleness (which did not happen in my case)
or
2. you grow bored, start seeing a happier life without crushlet interference, and then enjoy it like those really bold middle-aged women you read about who’re just out of a tragic marriage and go living their life with the occasional kitty parties, take up hobby classes…blah blah.
My case is not so boring. I’m not the kitty party type, won’t take up hobby classes…’I know everything you see, and most importantly, I’m not exactly a middle-aged divorcee.
Today, even without chemical equations and De Broglie’s hypothesis, I feel..or I know I have a lot to learn. And in turn in the past two years I have learnt a lot. From textbooks, people, traffic jams, friends, crushes…everything I passed through. I’m proud to say I know a lot more about how my life functions practically than most other people my age. For them what counted were the marks. For me, it’s the learning.
My dream guy **ho hum** is 6 feet tall, can dance, is really smart with words, and loves dogs. He could have a stubble, and also be a genius. For that matter, he's real, just tooooo far away these days!
Hey giggle giggle.
:)
I liked it a lot, so what better way to preserve it than to copy-paste it to your blog. Yes, I am extremely sleepy.
I shall now finally write a fresh about me, keeping this one in mind.
Do read, mindlessly.
My current BIG crush is Rannvijay. Hmm…the ‘Roadies’ fellow that’s right. Another thing about him, For the people who this might make sense to. He does resemble one guy I’m really confused about.
Also the fact that I’m officially out of love. It’s like this: you’re a swingy, see-sawy teenager with not even the basic control of hormones, and when there’s a ‘void’ is your assumed love-life, you grab at whatever’s in sight. Something like the drowning man and the straw story. So you grapple, and in my case..it’s something of a life-saver. But one fine day this supposed ‘love story’…well you grow out of it. Distance makes the heart grow fonder only if you are a character from Shakespearean era. It just gives you time to look at other prospects, compare them to what you had at first, and lo! You have a contender for your premkatha.
If this goes on for too long, you either
1. keep bumbling around like a nymphomaniac who’s all gaga over the slightest suggestion of maleness (which did not happen in my case)
or
2. you grow bored, start seeing a happier life without crushlet interference, and then enjoy it like those really bold middle-aged women you read about who’re just out of a tragic marriage and go living their life with the occasional kitty parties, take up hobby classes…blah blah.
My case is not so boring. I’m not the kitty party type, won’t take up hobby classes…’I know everything you see, and most importantly, I’m not exactly a middle-aged divorcee.
Today, even without chemical equations and De Broglie’s hypothesis, I feel..or I know I have a lot to learn. And in turn in the past two years I have learnt a lot. From textbooks, people, traffic jams, friends, crushes…everything I passed through. I’m proud to say I know a lot more about how my life functions practically than most other people my age. For them what counted were the marks. For me, it’s the learning.
My dream guy **ho hum** is 6 feet tall, can dance, is really smart with words, and loves dogs. He could have a stubble, and also be a genius. For that matter, he's real, just tooooo far away these days!
Hey giggle giggle.
:)
We and me
So we walked the distance today
Held hands, smiled about
We tried to show we're two best friends
And said we'd always be around
Then there were others who called it love
and then there were few who didn't understand
That the connection was somewhere deep in our hearts
And not just lost in intertwined hands
We walked through fields of yellow flowers
And walked through rain and sharp stones
We walked through thorns and walked through clouds
And places where our feet froze
On our journey to hell and back
We met our friends, we battled our foes
What we feared we conquered, what lost was gained
Feelings and thoughts beyond our know
Then came the day when my friend's heart vanished
To someplace he didn't reveal
He lied to keep her secret safe
And made bruises in me that still won't heal
What he betrayed was a trust of a friend
Who promised to stand by till the end
What he missed on his way to woo his girl
That he'd left half of him in a ruthless world
Sometimes time does heal all wounds
Sometimes, it just forgets
Sometimes one friend only gives
While the other unintentionally only gets
It could've been that it was love
That he felt for the maiden fair
So I was blind to hurt and bleed
Life's little games aren't always fair
Today we stand still smiling well
And trust stays hovering more than ever
I found a way to live with cuts
We and me shall stay friends forever.
Held hands, smiled about
We tried to show we're two best friends
And said we'd always be around
Then there were others who called it love
and then there were few who didn't understand
That the connection was somewhere deep in our hearts
And not just lost in intertwined hands
We walked through fields of yellow flowers
And walked through rain and sharp stones
We walked through thorns and walked through clouds
And places where our feet froze
On our journey to hell and back
We met our friends, we battled our foes
What we feared we conquered, what lost was gained
Feelings and thoughts beyond our know
Then came the day when my friend's heart vanished
To someplace he didn't reveal
He lied to keep her secret safe
And made bruises in me that still won't heal
What he betrayed was a trust of a friend
Who promised to stand by till the end
What he missed on his way to woo his girl
That he'd left half of him in a ruthless world
Sometimes time does heal all wounds
Sometimes, it just forgets
Sometimes one friend only gives
While the other unintentionally only gets
It could've been that it was love
That he felt for the maiden fair
So I was blind to hurt and bleed
Life's little games aren't always fair
Today we stand still smiling well
And trust stays hovering more than ever
I found a way to live with cuts
We and me shall stay friends forever.
And then again...
I'm back to the giggling phase. Sometimes I really wonder if I'm all that sane. I see look-alikes of the guy I'm currently whooshing over, and blush all the while.
Like today. Some random basketball player from Xavier's was all it took to have me fantasizing (again!)of the multi-talented genius.
Am I the only person who daydreams about the person I am so into?
Are there others who smile to themselves when that one comes to their mind?
Are there more of me who are constantly wishing he wasn't all that far away?
Are these signs of falling into a deep, dark pit of dreams and words and pictures of one day being by his side?
Like today. Some random basketball player from Xavier's was all it took to have me fantasizing (again!)of the multi-talented genius.
Am I the only person who daydreams about the person I am so into?
Are there others who smile to themselves when that one comes to their mind?
Are there more of me who are constantly wishing he wasn't all that far away?
Are these signs of falling into a deep, dark pit of dreams and words and pictures of one day being by his side?
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