Today is my uncle's engagement. Small family affair (thank god; I'm not a big fan of huge gatherings where relatives you've never met before ask you amazingly personal questions with straight faces) at his fiancee's place.
The way they met is pretty cool. And a tad filmy. My uncle has been learning salsa for about 3 years now. His fiancee joined the same place some months back, and as they say, the rest was history.(For the record, I learnt salsa at the same place for a couple of months, and I didn't get to meet any cute guys, except for one of the instructors who was already engaged to another instructor. And I think they're married now. And all this is irrelevant so I'm going to stop.)
Aah, i can totally see it. They dance with each other, and fall in love in the process.....
Which reminds me, do check out the video I'm putting up. It's a song called Suzanne by Leonard Cohen, and it's a beautiful song. Very mushy, but beautiful nonetheless. And wonderfully romantic. Evidently, I'm in a very violins-in-the-background-blue-skies-birds-chirping kind of a mood right now.
And this isn't exactly the best time for that, seeing how the godforsaken exams are practically here. And also for various other reasons.
Had a funny dream last night. Which has made me realize something, and that something has messed me up in my head. First time a dream has worried me. I need help.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Rose Tinted Glasses
Thursday, March 22, 2007
I'm Too Sleepy To Think Of a CLever Title
Well firstly, the series of 'creepy guy' stories was quite unintentionally done. Lol. And also, those aren't the only kind of guys I bump into(thank goodness) but it's more fun writing about them! They sure as hell make for interesting reading. The "Crossroads" incident happened in December. Had wanted to write about it for quite a while. But it was sooo frikkin' long that I kept putting it off.
Of course, technically speaking I shouldn't have all the time in the world right now, what with the f*&%$#@ exams breathing down my neck. But somehow, this is when the urge to blog has hit me hard. I mean, c'mon, this is the 8th entry of the month, and there's still about a week left!! When have I ever done more than 5(5 is probably the maximum, I average around 4 i think) in a month, epitome of laziness that I am. Need some serious re-prioritisation(yeah I know, I made it up okay? leave me alone!).
Oh before I forget, take a look at the sequel to the previous entry here.
Have the awful feeling that I might not exactly ace the exams. But unfortunately that awful feeling is not strong enough to make me want to study. Damn!
Can't study this weekend coz it's my uncle's engagement on Sunday and a pre-engagement lunch(whatever that means) on Saturday. And I'm not exactly complaining. :-D
Anyway, right now I'm sleepy and hungry and need to pretend to study(solely for my own satisfaction; as long as I have the readings in my hand, I can daydream as much as I want and not feel guilty) so I'm off.
Until next time(and the wait won't be too long, seeing how I've developed this almost obsessive love for blogging), goodbye.
Of course, technically speaking I shouldn't have all the time in the world right now, what with the f*&%$#@ exams breathing down my neck. But somehow, this is when the urge to blog has hit me hard. I mean, c'mon, this is the 8th entry of the month, and there's still about a week left!! When have I ever done more than 5(5 is probably the maximum, I average around 4 i think) in a month, epitome of laziness that I am. Need some serious re-prioritisation(yeah I know, I made it up okay? leave me alone!).
Oh before I forget, take a look at the sequel to the previous entry here.
Have the awful feeling that I might not exactly ace the exams. But unfortunately that awful feeling is not strong enough to make me want to study. Damn!
Can't study this weekend coz it's my uncle's engagement on Sunday and a pre-engagement lunch(whatever that means) on Saturday. And I'm not exactly complaining. :-D
Anyway, right now I'm sleepy and hungry and need to pretend to study(solely for my own satisfaction; as long as I have the readings in my hand, I can daydream as much as I want and not feel guilty) so I'm off.
Until next time(and the wait won't be too long, seeing how I've developed this almost obsessive love for blogging), goodbye.
Collected Short Stories by MeMyself_n_I : Part V
Read this only if you have a lot of time on your hands, coz it's quite a longish post(actually longish is an understatement, it's mindnumbingly lengthy).
Story 6 : The one where the ironies of life are revealed.
Chapter I
It’s the 3rd day of “Crossroads’, my college fest. The ‘War of the DJs’ has ended prematurely, thanks to a bunch of DUSU hooligans, and also some guys from the Hindu union (take a look here if you don’t know what I’m talking about). It’s only nine-thirty, and the fest is over for the night. Arpita has quite enjoyed herself, as have I. But the excitement has proved to be a bit too much for some of the girls, who are at their screechy best.
The boys tell us that it’s best to leave, as there might be more trouble. So a few of us head to Nirula’s, as the action has left us quite hungry. The roads are surprisingly empty, so a couple of girls amongst us aren’t feeling too happy, especially since we had decided to walk. Arpita, Anisha and I are feeling quite chirpy, and the jeep full of drunk guys only adds to our joie de vivre.
We reach Nirula’s and Arpita and I decide to share a hot chocolate fudge. After we’ve placed our orders, we realize that it’s almost ten. And that is when it strikes me that the last metro leaves at 10:12 pm. We say our goodbyes hurriedly, snatch the hot chocolate fudge from the counter-guy and start running. Somehow, there are no rickshaws around that night. Arpita is mumbling curses under her breath, and I am yelling out profanities to the world at large. We reach the metro station, out of breath and majorly pissed. The fact that I am forced to throw away the hot chocolate fudge (this incident has been mentioned here also) does nothing to elevate my mood.
I have a metro smartcard, but Arpita doesn’t. The length of the line at the ticket counter is highly worrying. While Arpita is standing in line, I look around for some person who’s already in the line, and looks nice enough to buy a ticket for her. Spot this quiet looking guy, and go ask him if he would mind buying a ticket to Central Secretariat for us. He agrees.
Here begins the confusion. None of us have any change. All three of us, this guy, Arpita and me, have only hundred rupee notes. It would be real silly to offer 2 hundred rupee notes for two tickets worth Rs 20 in grand total. So this guy buys Arpita’s ticket also.
Arpita does not feel too happy about this, and starts rummaging around in her bag for change. She manages to find 2 five rupee coins and proceeds to hand them over to the guy. This guy vociferously refuses to accept the money. Seeing how there’s nothing to be done, we start walking (well running actually, since we had about 30 seconds left to catch the metro).
This guy suddenly decides to strike up a conversation with us (read Arpita; he was quite charmed by her), which does not please us too much. But since he did buy Arpita’s ticket, we have to be civil to him. He happens to mention that his office is in Kamla Nagar and we should drop in sometime……..
We reach home at eleven thirty after a lovely day, tired, at peace with the world.
Chapter II
It’s the end of the 4th and last day of ‘Crossroads’. Arpita, Anuja and I are walking towards the metro station, well in time since Arpita’s mum has given her specific instructions to be at Central Secretariat by ten. We are telling Anuja about the previous night’s incident, and how it’ll be so extremely funny if we run into the same guy today.
You know what they say about tempting fate right? Yup, we run into the same guy. Arpita and I smile weakly at him, and then Arpita and Anuja go to buy their tickets. While I’m waiting for them, this guy, for some, reason, decides to give me company.
Suddenly, he tells me that his office has shifted. I nod, while silently wondering what in heaven’s name is Arpita doing for so bloody long. Then he says, “Why don’t you take my phone number, in case you need to contact me sometime?”
I’m a little slow on the uptake, so I can’t really figure out why I would need to ‘contact him’, so to speak. But since he’s looking at me expectantly, I take out my phone and save his number. He still hangs around for a while, which is when it strikes me that he probably expects me to give him my number too, seeing how things like these are mutual.
Now obviously, I DON’T want to give him my number, and a heave a sigh of relief when Arpita comes back. The guy probably wants to try his luck with her now, but decides to back off when he sees the look on Anuja’s face.
Arpita and Anuja practically roll around on the floor of the metro with laughter when I tell them what just transpired.
If you’re still awake, you’re probably wondering what the point of such an amazingly lengthy story was. I mean, c’mon there’s got to be a point!
Well the point is, the last metro does not leave at 10:12 pm. It actually leaves at 10:50 pm.
‘Ironical’, do I hear you say?
Story 6 : The one where the ironies of life are revealed.
Chapter I
It’s the 3rd day of “Crossroads’, my college fest. The ‘War of the DJs’ has ended prematurely, thanks to a bunch of DUSU hooligans, and also some guys from the Hindu union (take a look here if you don’t know what I’m talking about). It’s only nine-thirty, and the fest is over for the night. Arpita has quite enjoyed herself, as have I. But the excitement has proved to be a bit too much for some of the girls, who are at their screechy best.
The boys tell us that it’s best to leave, as there might be more trouble. So a few of us head to Nirula’s, as the action has left us quite hungry. The roads are surprisingly empty, so a couple of girls amongst us aren’t feeling too happy, especially since we had decided to walk. Arpita, Anisha and I are feeling quite chirpy, and the jeep full of drunk guys only adds to our joie de vivre.
We reach Nirula’s and Arpita and I decide to share a hot chocolate fudge. After we’ve placed our orders, we realize that it’s almost ten. And that is when it strikes me that the last metro leaves at 10:12 pm. We say our goodbyes hurriedly, snatch the hot chocolate fudge from the counter-guy and start running. Somehow, there are no rickshaws around that night. Arpita is mumbling curses under her breath, and I am yelling out profanities to the world at large. We reach the metro station, out of breath and majorly pissed. The fact that I am forced to throw away the hot chocolate fudge (this incident has been mentioned here also) does nothing to elevate my mood.
I have a metro smartcard, but Arpita doesn’t. The length of the line at the ticket counter is highly worrying. While Arpita is standing in line, I look around for some person who’s already in the line, and looks nice enough to buy a ticket for her. Spot this quiet looking guy, and go ask him if he would mind buying a ticket to Central Secretariat for us. He agrees.
Here begins the confusion. None of us have any change. All three of us, this guy, Arpita and me, have only hundred rupee notes. It would be real silly to offer 2 hundred rupee notes for two tickets worth Rs 20 in grand total. So this guy buys Arpita’s ticket also.
Arpita does not feel too happy about this, and starts rummaging around in her bag for change. She manages to find 2 five rupee coins and proceeds to hand them over to the guy. This guy vociferously refuses to accept the money. Seeing how there’s nothing to be done, we start walking (well running actually, since we had about 30 seconds left to catch the metro).
This guy suddenly decides to strike up a conversation with us (read Arpita; he was quite charmed by her), which does not please us too much. But since he did buy Arpita’s ticket, we have to be civil to him. He happens to mention that his office is in Kamla Nagar and we should drop in sometime……..
We reach home at eleven thirty after a lovely day, tired, at peace with the world.
Chapter II
It’s the end of the 4th and last day of ‘Crossroads’. Arpita, Anuja and I are walking towards the metro station, well in time since Arpita’s mum has given her specific instructions to be at Central Secretariat by ten. We are telling Anuja about the previous night’s incident, and how it’ll be so extremely funny if we run into the same guy today.
You know what they say about tempting fate right? Yup, we run into the same guy. Arpita and I smile weakly at him, and then Arpita and Anuja go to buy their tickets. While I’m waiting for them, this guy, for some, reason, decides to give me company.
Suddenly, he tells me that his office has shifted. I nod, while silently wondering what in heaven’s name is Arpita doing for so bloody long. Then he says, “Why don’t you take my phone number, in case you need to contact me sometime?”
I’m a little slow on the uptake, so I can’t really figure out why I would need to ‘contact him’, so to speak. But since he’s looking at me expectantly, I take out my phone and save his number. He still hangs around for a while, which is when it strikes me that he probably expects me to give him my number too, seeing how things like these are mutual.
Now obviously, I DON’T want to give him my number, and a heave a sigh of relief when Arpita comes back. The guy probably wants to try his luck with her now, but decides to back off when he sees the look on Anuja’s face.
Arpita and Anuja practically roll around on the floor of the metro with laughter when I tell them what just transpired.
If you’re still awake, you’re probably wondering what the point of such an amazingly lengthy story was. I mean, c’mon there’s got to be a point!
Well the point is, the last metro does not leave at 10:12 pm. It actually leaves at 10:50 pm.
‘Ironical’, do I hear you say?
Monday, March 19, 2007
When Life Pulls A Fast One On You
Wonder how exactly my life is so amazingly eventful. For instance, let's take today.
Bare facts first. Today was our college annual day. The president, Mr. A.P.J. Abdul Kalam was supposed to come. I was real excited about seeing him.
Now the plan was, I’ll meet Nishita in CP, we'll have lunch, and then we'll head to college. But seeing how it's me, plans never ever work out.
I asked Nishita to meet me in front of Wengers. She was a little late, so I was standing there, probably looking highly bored. After some time, this other guy came and stood next to me, presumably to meet somebody. How wrong I was!!!
After a while, he asked me, "Are you waiting for someone?" When I replied in the affirmative, he seemed to gain confidence, and started asking me all about myself. He was very happy to learn that I’m from DU, and when I said I’m from SRCC, he informed me that he studied in KMC, and seemed to think that it was a great coincidence that I’m from SRCC while he was from KMC(don't ask me why....).
Then he proceeded to tell me what he'd done his post graduation in and how he was running his own business.... I nodded perfunctionarily, all the while frantically messaging Nishita to “hurry up coz this awfully creepy guy is chatting me up".
Seeing how this was not really grabbing my attention, he decided to throw caution to the wind and said, "I don't think you're friend is going to turn up, why don't you come with me to janpath and we'll grab something to eat?"
And that is when I freaked out. I mean, really and totally freaked out. Nothing like that had ever happened to me before so I had absolutely no idea as to how you're supposed to handle this kind of a situation. Still, I clearly told him that the prospect of lunching with him did not appeal to me one bit (well not in those words really, but words to that effect). That did not deter him at all (I’m assuming he's a pro at this, as he refused to take no for an answer).
I kept declining his attractive(not!!!) offer, even though he pointed out that I had nothing to worry about as he would be there....what he said was, and I quote here, "Aap itna darr kyon rahi hain? Main hoon naa!" and I came back with a very cutting, but completely ineffective, "Agar aapko jaana hai toh aap jaa sakte hain, main aapke saath nahi jaaoongi".
I was getting very very very worried and was mentally preparing myself to scream out loud when the guy decided to back off with a "are you sure aapko nahi jana?" I was so fucking relieved I almost laughed out loud in sheer happiness.
And that is when dear old Nishita makes her entrance.
Now I’m not one of those man-hating, slogan-shouting feminists. But it's men like these who make me think twice before taking a guy at face value. And it’s men like these who give the male species a bad name.
But that's not where the story ends.
After lunch (which was had at yummy KFC), we head for college. We have to walk from the metro station, as there are barricades all over the place. We see the convoy pass right in front of our eyes, complete with the bulletproofed windshields and the president's stretch limo and a huge number of cars all around it.
After they've entered SRCC, they let us through the barricades and we walk to college. Where we find out that the whole college has been sealed and nobody can enter and nobody can leave until the president leaves!
Talk about disappointment. And awful bad luck.
By the way, notice anything Aditya?
Bare facts first. Today was our college annual day. The president, Mr. A.P.J. Abdul Kalam was supposed to come. I was real excited about seeing him.
Now the plan was, I’ll meet Nishita in CP, we'll have lunch, and then we'll head to college. But seeing how it's me, plans never ever work out.
I asked Nishita to meet me in front of Wengers. She was a little late, so I was standing there, probably looking highly bored. After some time, this other guy came and stood next to me, presumably to meet somebody. How wrong I was!!!
After a while, he asked me, "Are you waiting for someone?" When I replied in the affirmative, he seemed to gain confidence, and started asking me all about myself. He was very happy to learn that I’m from DU, and when I said I’m from SRCC, he informed me that he studied in KMC, and seemed to think that it was a great coincidence that I’m from SRCC while he was from KMC(don't ask me why....).
Then he proceeded to tell me what he'd done his post graduation in and how he was running his own business.... I nodded perfunctionarily, all the while frantically messaging Nishita to “hurry up coz this awfully creepy guy is chatting me up".
Seeing how this was not really grabbing my attention, he decided to throw caution to the wind and said, "I don't think you're friend is going to turn up, why don't you come with me to janpath and we'll grab something to eat?"
And that is when I freaked out. I mean, really and totally freaked out. Nothing like that had ever happened to me before so I had absolutely no idea as to how you're supposed to handle this kind of a situation. Still, I clearly told him that the prospect of lunching with him did not appeal to me one bit (well not in those words really, but words to that effect). That did not deter him at all (I’m assuming he's a pro at this, as he refused to take no for an answer).
I kept declining his attractive(not!!!) offer, even though he pointed out that I had nothing to worry about as he would be there....what he said was, and I quote here, "Aap itna darr kyon rahi hain? Main hoon naa!" and I came back with a very cutting, but completely ineffective, "Agar aapko jaana hai toh aap jaa sakte hain, main aapke saath nahi jaaoongi".
I was getting very very very worried and was mentally preparing myself to scream out loud when the guy decided to back off with a "are you sure aapko nahi jana?" I was so fucking relieved I almost laughed out loud in sheer happiness.
And that is when dear old Nishita makes her entrance.
Now I’m not one of those man-hating, slogan-shouting feminists. But it's men like these who make me think twice before taking a guy at face value. And it’s men like these who give the male species a bad name.
But that's not where the story ends.
After lunch (which was had at yummy KFC), we head for college. We have to walk from the metro station, as there are barricades all over the place. We see the convoy pass right in front of our eyes, complete with the bulletproofed windshields and the president's stretch limo and a huge number of cars all around it.
After they've entered SRCC, they let us through the barricades and we walk to college. Where we find out that the whole college has been sealed and nobody can enter and nobody can leave until the president leaves!
Talk about disappointment. And awful bad luck.
By the way, notice anything Aditya?
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Mindfucked
I'm annoyed. And Confused. And majorly pissed with some people.
And not so majorly pissed with some, but still majorly confused about them.
I am definitely highly pissed with myself for being so confused.
I have no idea what to do.
Help!
And not so majorly pissed with some, but still majorly confused about them.
I am definitely highly pissed with myself for being so confused.
I have no idea what to do.
Help!
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Brain Damage
The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path
The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
Ill see you on the dark side of the moon
The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me till Im sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
Theres someone in my head but its not me.
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band youre in starts playing different tunes
Ill see you on the dark side of the moon
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Was watching season 4 of F.R.I.E.N.D.S last night. realised that F.R.I.E.N.D.S only manages to depress me now. damn.
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(the video which you're seeing isn't the original video of 'Brain Damage'. couldn't find the complete version of the original one anywhere. song's 'Brain Damage' by Pink Floyd, one of my all-time favorites, not least because it messes with my head majorly. :-p. read the lyrics if you don't know what i'm talking about.)
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Pun Fully Intended
this is probably the most nonsensical post i've ever written, but i had so much fun doing this one. presenting to you, a list of extremely lame puns revolving around the name TANIA, which, for the record, is my name.
the credit for this entry goes to pragati, who came up with the first eight for reasons yet unfathomable to me, which gave me the brilliant idea of putting up a whole bunch of them on my blog.
the remaining have been thought up by anisha, arpita and yours truly.
( for the record, 'you' in the jokes refers to me; pragati obviously used you, since she was talking to me, and i decided to do the same)
1) what would you be called if you had a thing for feet? toe-nia
2) what would you be called if you liked music? tune-nia
3) what would you be called if you had a thing for the sun? tanned-ia
4) what would you be called if all your clothes were torn? torn-ia
5) what would you be called if you liked everything new? ta-nayaa
6) what wud you be called if you rejected everything? ta-naah-ya
7) what would you be called if you were grounded? banned-ia
8) what would you be called if you always scored perfectly? ten-ia
9) what would you be called if you liked seafood? tuna-ia
10) what would you be called if you were crazy? mania
11) what would you be called if you were really small? tiny-a
12) what would you be called if you were hanging upside down from the ceiling? fan-ia
13) what would you be called if you took part in races? ran-ia
14) what would you be called if you always carried a mirror around with you? vain-ia
15) what would you be called if you were really smart? brain-ia
we could've(and did) come up with a lot more(we really got into the groove of the whole thing), but they kept on getting lamer and lamer and LAMER, so i decided to put up only 15 of them here. please don't laugh at me(please DO laugh at the jokes though...lol).
the next bit is going to be not-so-cheerful and is going to involve a lot of introspection, so you might want to give it a miss.
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on the surface, everything's back to normal. i'm going to college, lazing around on the lawns, meeting up with friends, going out for lunch, watching movies, cribbing about having to study, studying a little bit, completing assignments, blogging, talking on the phone, fighting with mum, making up with her, playing with the babies(i cannot possibly explain to you how beautiful they are), having some ve-ry interesting conversations with my kid brother(he's become very insightful all of a sudden), solving(or trying to solve) the crossword with dad, checking out cute guys, drooling at hot ones, worrying about my hair, window shopping.....u get my drift.
anyway, the point is, i'm back to doing everything i used to, but things don't feel the same. i still enjoy all of it, but somehow something's missing this time round. everything's fine as long as i'm doing something, but when i'm not, things seem messed up.
i think i'm messed up in my head, and i don't know what to do about it. as far as i can tell, there isn't any reason why i should be feeling this way. but the point is, i am. and there isn't anything i can do about it.
the credit for this entry goes to pragati, who came up with the first eight for reasons yet unfathomable to me, which gave me the brilliant idea of putting up a whole bunch of them on my blog.
the remaining have been thought up by anisha, arpita and yours truly.
( for the record, 'you' in the jokes refers to me; pragati obviously used you, since she was talking to me, and i decided to do the same)
1) what would you be called if you had a thing for feet? toe-nia
2) what would you be called if you liked music? tune-nia
3) what would you be called if you had a thing for the sun? tanned-ia
4) what would you be called if all your clothes were torn? torn-ia
5) what would you be called if you liked everything new? ta-nayaa
6) what wud you be called if you rejected everything? ta-naah-ya
7) what would you be called if you were grounded? banned-ia
8) what would you be called if you always scored perfectly? ten-ia
9) what would you be called if you liked seafood? tuna-ia
10) what would you be called if you were crazy? mania
11) what would you be called if you were really small? tiny-a
12) what would you be called if you were hanging upside down from the ceiling? fan-ia
13) what would you be called if you took part in races? ran-ia
14) what would you be called if you always carried a mirror around with you? vain-ia
15) what would you be called if you were really smart? brain-ia
we could've(and did) come up with a lot more(we really got into the groove of the whole thing), but they kept on getting lamer and lamer and LAMER, so i decided to put up only 15 of them here. please don't laugh at me(please DO laugh at the jokes though...lol).
the next bit is going to be not-so-cheerful and is going to involve a lot of introspection, so you might want to give it a miss.
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on the surface, everything's back to normal. i'm going to college, lazing around on the lawns, meeting up with friends, going out for lunch, watching movies, cribbing about having to study, studying a little bit, completing assignments, blogging, talking on the phone, fighting with mum, making up with her, playing with the babies(i cannot possibly explain to you how beautiful they are), having some ve-ry interesting conversations with my kid brother(he's become very insightful all of a sudden), solving(or trying to solve) the crossword with dad, checking out cute guys, drooling at hot ones, worrying about my hair, window shopping.....u get my drift.
anyway, the point is, i'm back to doing everything i used to, but things don't feel the same. i still enjoy all of it, but somehow something's missing this time round. everything's fine as long as i'm doing something, but when i'm not, things seem messed up.
i think i'm messed up in my head, and i don't know what to do about it. as far as i can tell, there isn't any reason why i should be feeling this way. but the point is, i am. and there isn't anything i can do about it.
Monday, March 05, 2007
Of Purple Nails And Dirty Details
had a brilliant weekend, especially if i compare it to the last couple of weekends(which were traumatic, to say the least. lol). but leaving that aside, by any standards, this weekend was excellent.
was ria's birthday on friday. she took us to appu ghar!! :-D
hadn't been to that place in years. had a crazy time, looaads of fun. which reminds me, still have to buy her gift! damn.
also, met a couple of friends i hadn't met in ages. which was really nice, lots of plans to meet up in the coming weekend have been made. let's hope they work out.
but the best EVER was sunday. holi was absolutely A.M.A.Z.I.N.G.
i've never had so much fun on any holi. it wasn't really wild, if you ignore the muddy(and quite possibly full of not-very-nice things...we saw a lot of funny looking bits floating around in it) water that we threw on a couple of people and the highly suggestive hindi songs that we sang awfully loudly.
no eggs(unless you count the 2 that landed on siddharth and me respectively from a passing car), no grease, no rotten veggies and absolutely no throwing of water balloons at strangers(though this may have been more because of the fact that we threw them at each other and finished them, than out of any consideration for the people on the roads). what we actually did was pretend to throw balloons at people, which yielded some extremely hilarious results. yes, juvenile, i agree, but it was So.Much.Fun.
my still-purple nails are testimony to the amount of fun we had. it was sheer torture trying to get the colour off me, but heck, completely worthwhile.
think i might have a bit of fever. haven't told mum yet because i'm not exactly in the right frame of mind to listen to a lot of i-told-you-so's and no-paani-wala-holi-for-you-next-year and switch-off-the-computer-and-go-to-bed-this-instant.
by the way, honeymoon travels private ltd is NOT an awful movie. it's pretty darn good. and music and lyrics is a tad predictable, but hugh grant is terribly hot.
realize i need to lose some weight desperately. have been eating a little too much these past couple of weeks. things came to a head yesterday, when i ate like there's no tomorrow. holi sweets are too yummy to pass by. but from today, no rich food, no sweets, only ghar ka ghana.
anyway, i'm off, not feeling too good. will go take a little nap, hope i feel better after that. until next time, goodbye.
P.S. - will be putting up the holi pictures shortly!! we look like a bunch of complete hooligans; kids ran away from us. :-p
was ria's birthday on friday. she took us to appu ghar!! :-D
hadn't been to that place in years. had a crazy time, looaads of fun. which reminds me, still have to buy her gift! damn.
also, met a couple of friends i hadn't met in ages. which was really nice, lots of plans to meet up in the coming weekend have been made. let's hope they work out.
but the best EVER was sunday. holi was absolutely A.M.A.Z.I.N.G.
i've never had so much fun on any holi. it wasn't really wild, if you ignore the muddy(and quite possibly full of not-very-nice things...we saw a lot of funny looking bits floating around in it) water that we threw on a couple of people and the highly suggestive hindi songs that we sang awfully loudly.
no eggs(unless you count the 2 that landed on siddharth and me respectively from a passing car), no grease, no rotten veggies and absolutely no throwing of water balloons at strangers(though this may have been more because of the fact that we threw them at each other and finished them, than out of any consideration for the people on the roads). what we actually did was pretend to throw balloons at people, which yielded some extremely hilarious results. yes, juvenile, i agree, but it was So.Much.Fun.
my still-purple nails are testimony to the amount of fun we had. it was sheer torture trying to get the colour off me, but heck, completely worthwhile.
think i might have a bit of fever. haven't told mum yet because i'm not exactly in the right frame of mind to listen to a lot of i-told-you-so's and no-paani-wala-holi-for-you-next-year and switch-off-the-computer-and-go-to-bed-this-instant.
by the way, honeymoon travels private ltd is NOT an awful movie. it's pretty darn good. and music and lyrics is a tad predictable, but hugh grant is terribly hot.
realize i need to lose some weight desperately. have been eating a little too much these past couple of weeks. things came to a head yesterday, when i ate like there's no tomorrow. holi sweets are too yummy to pass by. but from today, no rich food, no sweets, only ghar ka ghana.
anyway, i'm off, not feeling too good. will go take a little nap, hope i feel better after that. until next time, goodbye.
P.S. - will be putting up the holi pictures shortly!! we look like a bunch of complete hooligans; kids ran away from us. :-p
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Yes They ARE Extremely Valid Reasons, and other things.
I'm kinda pissed at myself for deleting that post of mine. wish i hadn't. so before anything else, if anyone knows how to retrieve deleted posts. do let me know.
anyway, let me explain the reasons behind changing the address of my blog. firstly, i was highly bored of the old one. it was staid, unimaginative and honestly speaking, quite juvenile.
secondly, i have a bit of a sadistic streak in me. quite evidently, the new link isn't exactly easy to spell. and neither does it roll off your tongue. honestly, it wasn't really a cakewalk locating my blog was it? yes, i know i'm weird, but this is how i get my kicks. humour me please.
thirdly, i really like the new name! i think it's waaaay cool.
and fourthly, i'm mildly schizophrenic......heh heh heh. no actually, as far as i know, i'm not really schizophrenic, but it's fun to pretend that i am. and the fact that i tend to space out at times(and i mean really space out....i'm pretty much oblivious to everything around me...i've learnt to do it at will now, but earlier it was involuntary, which was quite creepy, to say the least) does help.
also, it's a brilliant way to catch someone's attention and keep holding it for quite a while. try it sometime. next time you meet somebody new, after a few minutes, tell them, "hey you want to hear something interesting? i'm mildly schizophrenic[or manic-depressive or obsessive-compulsive or neurotic or suffer from split-personality disorder(this is my favorite one but the thought of actually saying it kinda worries me) or whatever catches your fancy]." you'll get to see some ve-ry interesting expressions.
for the record, yes i do tell people that i'm mildly schizophrenic. but only when i'm bored out of my mind or when i want to catch their attention.
damn, the stories are piling up. need to put them up. but they require more effort than random entries. intrinsic laziness and a wonderful knack for procrastinating keeps me from writing those. get the awful feeling that they might not be posted till may, since i have exams in april. will try my hardest to put up at least one in march......
looking forward to this weekend big time. sunday is holi! couldn't play holi last year coz of the f*&%$#@ boards. so this year i am very very excited. was feeling a bit under the weather last night; same old reason. guess it's going to take a while for me to be completely fine. my annoying memory keeps me from getting over the whole thing. every single thing reminds me of something or the other. wish i could stop myself from thinking. anyway, didn't mean to digress. my point is, i'm looking forward to holi for this reason also. it's bound to get my mind off things. and the bhaang will go a long way in doing just that....hehehe.
anyway, i'm off, need to do some studying. which reminds me, i seem to have lost the ability to study! i just cannot seem to concentrate anymore. i'm going to get very badly screwed if this state of affairs continues.
i really need to do something about my amazing bullshitting capabilities. alright, i'm going to stop. until next time, goodbye.
anyway, let me explain the reasons behind changing the address of my blog. firstly, i was highly bored of the old one. it was staid, unimaginative and honestly speaking, quite juvenile.
secondly, i have a bit of a sadistic streak in me. quite evidently, the new link isn't exactly easy to spell. and neither does it roll off your tongue. honestly, it wasn't really a cakewalk locating my blog was it? yes, i know i'm weird, but this is how i get my kicks. humour me please.
thirdly, i really like the new name! i think it's waaaay cool.
and fourthly, i'm mildly schizophrenic......heh heh heh. no actually, as far as i know, i'm not really schizophrenic, but it's fun to pretend that i am. and the fact that i tend to space out at times(and i mean really space out....i'm pretty much oblivious to everything around me...i've learnt to do it at will now, but earlier it was involuntary, which was quite creepy, to say the least) does help.
also, it's a brilliant way to catch someone's attention and keep holding it for quite a while. try it sometime. next time you meet somebody new, after a few minutes, tell them, "hey you want to hear something interesting? i'm mildly schizophrenic[or manic-depressive or obsessive-compulsive or neurotic or suffer from split-personality disorder(this is my favorite one but the thought of actually saying it kinda worries me) or whatever catches your fancy]." you'll get to see some ve-ry interesting expressions.
for the record, yes i do tell people that i'm mildly schizophrenic. but only when i'm bored out of my mind or when i want to catch their attention.
damn, the stories are piling up. need to put them up. but they require more effort than random entries. intrinsic laziness and a wonderful knack for procrastinating keeps me from writing those. get the awful feeling that they might not be posted till may, since i have exams in april. will try my hardest to put up at least one in march......
looking forward to this weekend big time. sunday is holi! couldn't play holi last year coz of the f*&%$#@ boards. so this year i am very very excited. was feeling a bit under the weather last night; same old reason. guess it's going to take a while for me to be completely fine. my annoying memory keeps me from getting over the whole thing. every single thing reminds me of something or the other. wish i could stop myself from thinking. anyway, didn't mean to digress. my point is, i'm looking forward to holi for this reason also. it's bound to get my mind off things. and the bhaang will go a long way in doing just that....hehehe.
anyway, i'm off, need to do some studying. which reminds me, i seem to have lost the ability to study! i just cannot seem to concentrate anymore. i'm going to get very badly screwed if this state of affairs continues.
i really need to do something about my amazing bullshitting capabilities. alright, i'm going to stop. until next time, goodbye.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Hello There!
pretty short hiatus, don't u think? i'm glad though, glad that i bounced back pretty quick. i'm not absolutely fine really, but hey, i'm doing pretty well i think, considering that it's been only a few days. this is going to be extremely short, because the entire purpose of this is basically to let people know that i'm okay. hehe.
the last entry was terribly terribly melodramatic i realized, when i read it again. and i made out things to be worse than they actually are. things seemed awfully bad then, but in hindsight they weren't really that bad. the fact that things were so unexpected was probably what made it so hard to deal with. anyway, basically, the fact of the matter is that i'm okay.
also, another thing is that when people are not feeling too happy, they tend to blow things out of proportion, which somehow makes them feel better. actually i don't really know about people but that's what i do. lol. and that is exactly what i did. exaggeration is seriously therapeutic, honest!
slight bit of introspection. till now, i always thought that ambiguity is something which is reason enough to not rush into things. and that unless you are absolutely clear about your state of affairs, it isn't exactly a good idea to take decisions, especially reasonably important ones. was i being too idealistic? maybe things don't work like that in real life. maybe things are never completey clear cut, there's always some amount of ambiguity. i don't know.......
anyway, this was supposed to be short; didn't work out too well now did it? the indefatigable gift of gab i guess. lol anyway, i'm done for now, will stop chattering. until next time, goodbye!
the last entry was terribly terribly melodramatic i realized, when i read it again. and i made out things to be worse than they actually are. things seemed awfully bad then, but in hindsight they weren't really that bad. the fact that things were so unexpected was probably what made it so hard to deal with. anyway, basically, the fact of the matter is that i'm okay.
also, another thing is that when people are not feeling too happy, they tend to blow things out of proportion, which somehow makes them feel better. actually i don't really know about people but that's what i do. lol. and that is exactly what i did. exaggeration is seriously therapeutic, honest!
slight bit of introspection. till now, i always thought that ambiguity is something which is reason enough to not rush into things. and that unless you are absolutely clear about your state of affairs, it isn't exactly a good idea to take decisions, especially reasonably important ones. was i being too idealistic? maybe things don't work like that in real life. maybe things are never completey clear cut, there's always some amount of ambiguity. i don't know.......
anyway, this was supposed to be short; didn't work out too well now did it? the indefatigable gift of gab i guess. lol anyway, i'm done for now, will stop chattering. until next time, goodbye!
Monday, February 19, 2007
Of Life, In No Uncertain Terms
first of all, yes i did delete the last post and no, you are not suffering from delusions. i am not upto explaining, especially on a public forum, but let's just say that sometimes in life, things don't work our the way you want them to. or even the way you expect them to.
i'm having a pretty hard time right now, and well, i need to deal with it. i'll be fine in a few days i guess(and hope). the only thing that is bothering me is this. call it naivete, but i'm a person who tends to take things at face value. and this is going to sound extremely funny, but i have(or used to have) faith in the essential goodness of people. and i thought that anything else was an exception rather than the norm. guess i was quite wrong. coming to what's bothering me, i've just lost that faith. i've become so extremey skeptical of people.
i've always been a very cynical person; but my cynicism had more to do with circumstances. i always thought that circumstances make people do what they do, but at the end of the day, most people are intrinsically good. or at least, people my age.
also, i thought that most of the times, what you see is what you get. i just can't believe that anymore. in fact(and i feel terrible about this) when people are being nice to me, i keep thinking about how they probably have ulterior motives. and that makes me feel so sick. but i don't know how else to think.
this is because i can't deal with this kind of a situation again. it was awful, and totally unexpected. and i don't think i deserve it. so, i don't know, as a defence mechanism i guess, i've just got to be highly skeptical of people.
i'm not playing the blame game and blaming anybody, because people have extremely valid reasons for doing what they do, and what happened was for the best. i'm really glad things turned out the way they did, and relieved that things ended where they did. i'm honestly glad about what happened. but i can't help thinking, if only i hadn't taken things at face value, none of this would've ever happened. and that thought kills me. and i'm helpless.
anyway, i've tried explaining as best as i could. don't know if that made much sense, or whether it made too much sense and everything is very obvious. and honestly speaking, at this point of time, i'm too tired to care very much. i probably sound terribly melodramatic, and you're probably thinking how i'm making such a big deal of nothing, and that stuff like this happens to everybody. yes i agree, but this was a first for me, and i needed to rant a little bit. also, the whole thing has left me terribly disillusioned, so it'll take time for me to come to terms with that.
i won't be blogging for a while, because i'm just not upto it. might be a few weeks before my next post. try not to miss me too much. lol. only a short hiatus, i promise.
i'm having a pretty hard time right now, and well, i need to deal with it. i'll be fine in a few days i guess(and hope). the only thing that is bothering me is this. call it naivete, but i'm a person who tends to take things at face value. and this is going to sound extremely funny, but i have(or used to have) faith in the essential goodness of people. and i thought that anything else was an exception rather than the norm. guess i was quite wrong. coming to what's bothering me, i've just lost that faith. i've become so extremey skeptical of people.
i've always been a very cynical person; but my cynicism had more to do with circumstances. i always thought that circumstances make people do what they do, but at the end of the day, most people are intrinsically good. or at least, people my age.
also, i thought that most of the times, what you see is what you get. i just can't believe that anymore. in fact(and i feel terrible about this) when people are being nice to me, i keep thinking about how they probably have ulterior motives. and that makes me feel so sick. but i don't know how else to think.
this is because i can't deal with this kind of a situation again. it was awful, and totally unexpected. and i don't think i deserve it. so, i don't know, as a defence mechanism i guess, i've just got to be highly skeptical of people.
i'm not playing the blame game and blaming anybody, because people have extremely valid reasons for doing what they do, and what happened was for the best. i'm really glad things turned out the way they did, and relieved that things ended where they did. i'm honestly glad about what happened. but i can't help thinking, if only i hadn't taken things at face value, none of this would've ever happened. and that thought kills me. and i'm helpless.
anyway, i've tried explaining as best as i could. don't know if that made much sense, or whether it made too much sense and everything is very obvious. and honestly speaking, at this point of time, i'm too tired to care very much. i probably sound terribly melodramatic, and you're probably thinking how i'm making such a big deal of nothing, and that stuff like this happens to everybody. yes i agree, but this was a first for me, and i needed to rant a little bit. also, the whole thing has left me terribly disillusioned, so it'll take time for me to come to terms with that.
i won't be blogging for a while, because i'm just not upto it. might be a few weeks before my next post. try not to miss me too much. lol. only a short hiatus, i promise.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Collected Short Stories by MeMyself_n_I : Part IV
finally, after umpteen false starts and innumerable mood swings, "Collected Short Stories..." returns, and will hopefully stick around for a while.
the story that shall be told today is one with which most girls(and quite a few guys...*evil grin*) can identify with. also it happened such a long time back, i'm surprised it hadn't featured in my blog till now. anyway, without further ado, let the storytelling begin.
Story 5 : The one with the offer of friendship
the story begins one lovely september evening in delhi. a slight breeze is blowing, the weather is pleasantly warm, just enough to keep you from feeling cold, but not oppressive. basically, its a beautiful autumn evening, golden leaves on the ground and everything. i am walking around with a friend, feeling quite happy and at peace with the world.
but of course, life isn't fair is it? just when u least expect it, fate throws something nasty at u.
a shady looking guy decides to approach us. we aren't too happy, for obvious reasons. i'm putting down the exact conversation, as well as i can remember it.
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the characters in the following *ahem* drama, if i may call it, are
Me - pretty obvious who i'm talking about
A - the friend
CG - creepy guy
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CG(addressing me) - excuse me, can i have your number please?
Me(in shock) - uhh....umm...i don't think so.
CG(he seems to have not heard me) - excuse me, i asked u a question. can i have your number please?
Me(a little more firmly, though still highly worried) - i'm sorry, but i can't give u my phone number.
CG(pretending to not have heard me) - excuse me miss, can i have your number please?
A(deciding to take over, as i'm not being too assertive in my refusal) - didn't u hear her? she said no! also, she doesn't even know u! how can she just give her number to any random guy???
CG - oh i'm sorry. hi, my name is anmol. can i have your number please?
Me(barely able to supress my giggles, but still not feeling very happy about the whole situation) - uhh....umm....welll....*very softly* i have enough friends.
CG - only for decent friendship.
And that is when A and i realize that things are getting way out of hand and decide to beat a hasty retreat. we run as far away as possible, as fast as our legs can take us.
The End.
the story that shall be told today is one with which most girls(and quite a few guys...*evil grin*) can identify with. also it happened such a long time back, i'm surprised it hadn't featured in my blog till now. anyway, without further ado, let the storytelling begin.
Story 5 : The one with the offer of friendship
the story begins one lovely september evening in delhi. a slight breeze is blowing, the weather is pleasantly warm, just enough to keep you from feeling cold, but not oppressive. basically, its a beautiful autumn evening, golden leaves on the ground and everything. i am walking around with a friend, feeling quite happy and at peace with the world.
but of course, life isn't fair is it? just when u least expect it, fate throws something nasty at u.
a shady looking guy decides to approach us. we aren't too happy, for obvious reasons. i'm putting down the exact conversation, as well as i can remember it.
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the characters in the following *ahem* drama, if i may call it, are
Me - pretty obvious who i'm talking about
A - the friend
CG - creepy guy
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CG(addressing me) - excuse me, can i have your number please?
Me(in shock) - uhh....umm...i don't think so.
CG(he seems to have not heard me) - excuse me, i asked u a question. can i have your number please?
Me(a little more firmly, though still highly worried) - i'm sorry, but i can't give u my phone number.
CG(pretending to not have heard me) - excuse me miss, can i have your number please?
A(deciding to take over, as i'm not being too assertive in my refusal) - didn't u hear her? she said no! also, she doesn't even know u! how can she just give her number to any random guy???
CG - oh i'm sorry. hi, my name is anmol. can i have your number please?
Me(barely able to supress my giggles, but still not feeling very happy about the whole situation) - uhh....umm....welll....*very softly* i have enough friends.
CG - only for decent friendship.
And that is when A and i realize that things are getting way out of hand and decide to beat a hasty retreat. we run as far away as possible, as fast as our legs can take us.
The End.
Saturday, January 20, 2007
The wait is over, you can stop holding your breath now.
ahhhhhhhhhhhh finally!!! my computer has come back to life. u cannot possibly have any idea about how happy i am right now. i have been wasting away without the net. i needed to do some serious blogging(read serious ranting), which was obviously not possible without the computer. so i was losing my mind, honestly(okay maybe i'm exaggerating a little bit...).
anyway, if u guys remember, last time round, i had written a not-so-cheerful entry, to say the least. well heh heh heh, my new year's eve actually turned out to be very nice. and studying went for a toss(which naturally resulted in my exams going not-so-well but what the heck, u can't have everything in life).
hols were lovely, and my previous post was just a momentary lapse in good old common sense. and well, i tend to exaggerate a teeny-tiny bit, in case u haven't noticed already. basically, the fact of the matter is, i am back to being my cheerful and highly witty, not to mention very very modest self.
a little digression here. ppl just assumed that my last blog was about 'me looking for loooove' and all that crap. well it wasn't . and that is that.
also, i supremely dislike all the people i have tagged. they just could not do one little tag. i am veeery annoyed.
my blogging skills(so to speak) are a tad rusty, courtesy my exams and my temporarily defunct computer(not my procrastination skills or sheer laziness, for once). so if u want to bang ur head against ur screen while you're reading my blog, u have complete liberty to do so. for one, you are possibly used to much higher standards of literature(i'm flattering myself here). for two, it's ur frikking monitor and ur frikking self. u can go kill yourself for all i care.
okay, well that's a very mean thing to say, i was only joking. i love u guys! where would i be without my lovely readers??
lately i have been pretty sprightly, notwithstanding the (extremely annoying)exams. touchwood though, hope it lasts. anyway, i don't exactly know why i've been all chirpy. maybe because i've finally let go of some baggage i had been carrying around for a while. also because someone told me about this highly interesting concept, which is all about looking at the larger picture in life. i have modified this theory somewhat.
my theory is about looking at the largest picture ever in life. to quote somebody, man(and woman) was meant to be happy , and not worry about either exams or about the big picture.
which reminds me, me and a friend will be writing a book very soon. it'll be our take on philosophy, and also our special theory of relativity. bet it'll be unlike anything you've ever read before. heh heh heh.
anyway, this also means that "Collected Short Stories.." will be back anytime now. and that i will blog regularly now on. yes i will! i will, i swear!
anyway, am feeling very sleepy, and i HAVE to publish this blog today. so let me stop here and let u get back to doing whatever u were doing before stumbling onto my blog(or if you're a regular reader, voluntarily reading it, for which i really like u). until next time, goodbye dear reader. and this time, it won't be long until the next time we meet(it won't i swear!!).
anyway, if u guys remember, last time round, i had written a not-so-cheerful entry, to say the least. well heh heh heh, my new year's eve actually turned out to be very nice. and studying went for a toss(which naturally resulted in my exams going not-so-well but what the heck, u can't have everything in life).
hols were lovely, and my previous post was just a momentary lapse in good old common sense. and well, i tend to exaggerate a teeny-tiny bit, in case u haven't noticed already. basically, the fact of the matter is, i am back to being my cheerful and highly witty, not to mention very very modest self.
a little digression here. ppl just assumed that my last blog was about 'me looking for loooove' and all that crap. well it wasn't . and that is that.
also, i supremely dislike all the people i have tagged. they just could not do one little tag. i am veeery annoyed.
my blogging skills(so to speak) are a tad rusty, courtesy my exams and my temporarily defunct computer(not my procrastination skills or sheer laziness, for once). so if u want to bang ur head against ur screen while you're reading my blog, u have complete liberty to do so. for one, you are possibly used to much higher standards of literature(i'm flattering myself here). for two, it's ur frikking monitor and ur frikking self. u can go kill yourself for all i care.
okay, well that's a very mean thing to say, i was only joking. i love u guys! where would i be without my lovely readers??
lately i have been pretty sprightly, notwithstanding the (extremely annoying)exams. touchwood though, hope it lasts. anyway, i don't exactly know why i've been all chirpy. maybe because i've finally let go of some baggage i had been carrying around for a while. also because someone told me about this highly interesting concept, which is all about looking at the larger picture in life. i have modified this theory somewhat.
my theory is about looking at the largest picture ever in life. to quote somebody, man(and woman) was meant to be happy , and not worry about either exams or about the big picture.
which reminds me, me and a friend will be writing a book very soon. it'll be our take on philosophy, and also our special theory of relativity. bet it'll be unlike anything you've ever read before. heh heh heh.
anyway, this also means that "Collected Short Stories.." will be back anytime now. and that i will blog regularly now on. yes i will! i will, i swear!
anyway, am feeling very sleepy, and i HAVE to publish this blog today. so let me stop here and let u get back to doing whatever u were doing before stumbling onto my blog(or if you're a regular reader, voluntarily reading it, for which i really like u). until next time, goodbye dear reader. and this time, it won't be long until the next time we meet(it won't i swear!!).
Thursday, December 28, 2006
'tis the season to be jolly
no, it is not another one of my overtly cheerful "Short Stories.." because, somehow, i am just not upto writing wonderfully chirpy tales about myself at the moment.
remember all that stuff i wrote about how i prefer to keep stuff below the surface and all? (this is assuming that you read my blog on a somewhat regular basis. if u don't, well then i can't help it can i?) well i had almost changed my mind about that but, surprise, turns out that i was right!
it is sooo much better to not have things spelled out concretely. you at least have less stuff to piss u off later on. stuff which should never have bothered u in the first place. but nooo, all your cards SHOULD be on the goddamn table.
well u guys should know that if things had been left to themselves, you would be reading yet another funny story instead of my crap.
and yeah, since everybody seemed to be highly intrigued about all the love that was budding in my last entry, well let me inform everyone that it has absolutely NOTHING to do with me. was referring to my friends, all of whom seem to have wonderfully happy love lives. and if not wonderfully happy, they at least have love lives. i do not even have a semblance of a love life. it is Non-Existent. so there.
anyway, have a Very Happy New Year everyone. mine will simply be great. and the fact that i have exams from the 8th of jan only adds to my already overflowing happiness.
remember all that stuff i wrote about how i prefer to keep stuff below the surface and all? (this is assuming that you read my blog on a somewhat regular basis. if u don't, well then i can't help it can i?) well i had almost changed my mind about that but, surprise, turns out that i was right!
it is sooo much better to not have things spelled out concretely. you at least have less stuff to piss u off later on. stuff which should never have bothered u in the first place. but nooo, all your cards SHOULD be on the goddamn table.
well u guys should know that if things had been left to themselves, you would be reading yet another funny story instead of my crap.
and yeah, since everybody seemed to be highly intrigued about all the love that was budding in my last entry, well let me inform everyone that it has absolutely NOTHING to do with me. was referring to my friends, all of whom seem to have wonderfully happy love lives. and if not wonderfully happy, they at least have love lives. i do not even have a semblance of a love life. it is Non-Existent. so there.
anyway, have a Very Happy New Year everyone. mine will simply be great. and the fact that i have exams from the 8th of jan only adds to my already overflowing happiness.
Sunday, December 10, 2006
the fest and more
i know i know i have been seriously neglecting my poor blog. but i had some extremely valid reasons for doing so. the week before last i had 3 tests back to back. and since i had to start studying from scratch, i could hardly have blogged. and last week, i had my fest(which was brilliant, for the record. u shall soon see how)so again.....
fest got over yesterday. so my holidays have officially begun from today. u know what's funny? when we had our autumn break, i was so extremely glad. not that i hated college or anything, but, well, given a choice i would have chosen to not go to college. this time, i'm gonna miss college. which surprises me, because for some reason i had assumed that i would never really LIKE like college u know. but for the past few months i've actually started to really enjoy college. which makes me quite happy, because spending three years in a place you're just okay with isn't too good.
okay enough introspection. i didn't want this one to be a serious entry. oh right, about the fest. well first the bare facts. srcc's fest, 'crossroads', was from the 20th to the 23rd of december. 20th was kinda random, 21st was pop night, 22nd was 'war of the Djs' night and 23rd was rock night.
i am terrible terribly ashamed to say that....mika(sob) came for the pop night. pragati sums up my emotions best with this hypothetical conversation she made up.
tania: oh hey want a pass for my fest? SRCC!
XYZ: ofcourse! thanks! who's performin anyway?
tania: errrmm...uhhh...now doesnt matter really does it? the purpose is to meet up and have fun right?
XYZ: umm...yea, but still, whos comin?
tania: *thinks of another clever line to move away from the bloody ques but fails*....mika....*whisper*
XYZ: WHAT!!!!!! oh i mean, great *choke*. actually, im outta town...
but okay, we didn't attend mika. went to hindu and attended euphoria's concert. i'm not a big fan of indipop(or any kind of pop for that matter) but heck, anything is better than MIKA. heard some really funny stuff happened. and awfully surprising. people actually(i swear to god) broke barricades and had semi-fights to watch the man in action. and(i swear i'm not kidding) a couple of guys climbed up on stage and kissed him! eeeyuckk. fine, you're very very drunk, you're high and quite possibly you're extremely desperate, but kissing mika??!!
slight digression. venky has a terrific crowd and all, but what the hell happened on the 20th??? am talking specifically about mr. and miss nexus.
right, coming back to my fest. 22nd night was brilliant. it was straight out of some typical hindi movie. let me paint a picture for u. nighttime. very crowded place. drunk guys. baseball bats. wooden sticks. bikes. jeeps. 10 guys in each jeep. people running helter-skelter(haha i love that phrase). girls screaming. blood. police. lathi charge.
can u possible get more filmy than that?
we had a brilliant time. though i felt kinda sorry for the poor DJs, who could spin their whatever-they-spin for about an hour only. also felt sorry for the girls from the other colleges, who had come dressed in their flashiest(and tiniest, in that kind of weather. christ). poor girls were traumatised. *hahahahaha*. we heard a lot of filmy conversations too. along the lines of "oh my god, yeh sab kya ho raha hai?"
the guys(of my college that is) deserve a special mention. they were damn sweet. all very protective and are-u-guys-okay and u-guys-should-leave-now and u-should-go-stand-over-there. thanks u guys, for the concern!
after it all got over, and we got tired of the screechy girls, we went to nirula's for hot chocolate fudge. by the time the guy got our sundae, it was ten. arpita and i had to catch the metro till central secretariat, from where my driver was supposed to pick us up. i realized that the last metro leaves at 10:12. next thing, me and arpita are running towards the metro station(for some weird reason there were no rickshaws that night, only drunk guys driving around). well we did manage to catch that metro(thanks to a guy, whose story will be told in the next blog) and then found out that the last metro leaves at eleven. oh well, a run always does u good.
the only part of the night which miffed me was that we had to throw away a lot of the sundae. i sort of tried to sneak the thing into the metro, but the highly idiotic guard saw me. moron.
anyway, because of all that, security was really really tight yesterday. which didn't do much good to prithvi's and taaq's self-esteem i'm sure. because it was so much emptier than the day before. and highly empty according to ANY standards. i felt awfuly bad for them, especially because they were playing nice stuff.
well with that i end the story of my fest. it had all the makings of a movie; drama, violence, emotion, budding love(am not gonna elucidate because of obvious reasons), comedy(there was a hilarous thing called 'stupid cupid: mystery date' happening), horror(the columbus which went vertical on the last day...damn..i had 7 near-heart attacks) and a whole lot of fun.
do watch out for my next blog, because 'Collected Short Stories..' is coming back!! until then, Merry Christmas!
fest got over yesterday. so my holidays have officially begun from today. u know what's funny? when we had our autumn break, i was so extremely glad. not that i hated college or anything, but, well, given a choice i would have chosen to not go to college. this time, i'm gonna miss college. which surprises me, because for some reason i had assumed that i would never really LIKE like college u know. but for the past few months i've actually started to really enjoy college. which makes me quite happy, because spending three years in a place you're just okay with isn't too good.
okay enough introspection. i didn't want this one to be a serious entry. oh right, about the fest. well first the bare facts. srcc's fest, 'crossroads', was from the 20th to the 23rd of december. 20th was kinda random, 21st was pop night, 22nd was 'war of the Djs' night and 23rd was rock night.
i am terrible terribly ashamed to say that....mika(sob) came for the pop night. pragati sums up my emotions best with this hypothetical conversation she made up.
tania: oh hey want a pass for my fest? SRCC!
XYZ: ofcourse! thanks! who's performin anyway?
tania: errrmm...uhhh...now doesnt matter really does it? the purpose is to meet up and have fun right?
XYZ: umm...yea, but still, whos comin?
tania: *thinks of another clever line to move away from the bloody ques but fails*....mika....*whisper*
XYZ: WHAT!!!!!! oh i mean, great *choke*. actually, im outta town...
but okay, we didn't attend mika. went to hindu and attended euphoria's concert. i'm not a big fan of indipop(or any kind of pop for that matter) but heck, anything is better than MIKA. heard some really funny stuff happened. and awfully surprising. people actually(i swear to god) broke barricades and had semi-fights to watch the man in action. and(i swear i'm not kidding) a couple of guys climbed up on stage and kissed him! eeeyuckk. fine, you're very very drunk, you're high and quite possibly you're extremely desperate, but kissing mika??!!
slight digression. venky has a terrific crowd and all, but what the hell happened on the 20th??? am talking specifically about mr. and miss nexus.
right, coming back to my fest. 22nd night was brilliant. it was straight out of some typical hindi movie. let me paint a picture for u. nighttime. very crowded place. drunk guys. baseball bats. wooden sticks. bikes. jeeps. 10 guys in each jeep. people running helter-skelter(haha i love that phrase). girls screaming. blood. police. lathi charge.
can u possible get more filmy than that?
we had a brilliant time. though i felt kinda sorry for the poor DJs, who could spin their whatever-they-spin for about an hour only. also felt sorry for the girls from the other colleges, who had come dressed in their flashiest(and tiniest, in that kind of weather. christ). poor girls were traumatised. *hahahahaha*. we heard a lot of filmy conversations too. along the lines of "oh my god, yeh sab kya ho raha hai?"
the guys(of my college that is) deserve a special mention. they were damn sweet. all very protective and are-u-guys-okay and u-guys-should-leave-now and u-should-go-stand-over-there. thanks u guys, for the concern!
after it all got over, and we got tired of the screechy girls, we went to nirula's for hot chocolate fudge. by the time the guy got our sundae, it was ten. arpita and i had to catch the metro till central secretariat, from where my driver was supposed to pick us up. i realized that the last metro leaves at 10:12. next thing, me and arpita are running towards the metro station(for some weird reason there were no rickshaws that night, only drunk guys driving around). well we did manage to catch that metro(thanks to a guy, whose story will be told in the next blog) and then found out that the last metro leaves at eleven. oh well, a run always does u good.
the only part of the night which miffed me was that we had to throw away a lot of the sundae. i sort of tried to sneak the thing into the metro, but the highly idiotic guard saw me. moron.
anyway, because of all that, security was really really tight yesterday. which didn't do much good to prithvi's and taaq's self-esteem i'm sure. because it was so much emptier than the day before. and highly empty according to ANY standards. i felt awfuly bad for them, especially because they were playing nice stuff.
well with that i end the story of my fest. it had all the makings of a movie; drama, violence, emotion, budding love(am not gonna elucidate because of obvious reasons), comedy(there was a hilarous thing called 'stupid cupid: mystery date' happening), horror(the columbus which went vertical on the last day...damn..i had 7 near-heart attacks) and a whole lot of fun.
do watch out for my next blog, because 'Collected Short Stories..' is coming back!! until then, Merry Christmas!
Saturday, December 02, 2006
25 things i want to do before i die
i've been putting this off for a very very long time, but finally i decided to get down to it. aditya, finally i "do" the tag, or whatever u call it.
this is in random order, not in order of preference AT ALL. i'm putting them down in the order they're striking me.
1) backpack across europe.
2) visit the louvre.
3) go bungee-jumping.
4) visit australia. have been there once but i want to go again. totally loved the place.
5) visit kashmir.
6) go to pakistan; lahore in particular.
7) attend a concert in hyde park.
8) this is sort of a sub-part of 7 but not exactly. watch the rolling stones, roger waters(i would have said pink floyd but alas), u2, aerosmith, gnr and dire straits perform live.
9) meet nitin, lead singer of parikrama!
10) make a hell lot of money. seriously.
11) go to see the taj mahal at night(they don't allow that anymore, but hey the list is of things that i WANT, not things that i want AND things that are possible).
12) MEET SHAHRUKH KHAN.
13) holiday in goa with friends.
14) WRITE A BOOK.
15) do something completely spontaenous, on the spur of the moment. and wild.
16) shop like there's no tomorrow, and no credit limit. :-p
17) go to outer space(refer to 11 for explaination).
18) take part in the delhi half-marathon(i plan to do that every year but something or the other comes up).
19) read catch-22. it is the only book which i haven't managed to complete after starting it.
20) do something brilliantly intelligent. something which will go down in history(here i go again....wishful thinking).
21) learn to fly a plane.
22) watch all the seasons of friends in one go(i might never recover from that but what the heck)
23) lose my cynicism.
24) die listening to floyd.
25) thank aditya for tagging me. and for making me dream......
okay, now i get to tag people!
i tag
siddharth
anupriya
arnab
kanika
note to arnab - u HAVE to do it! no two ways about it.
aditya deserves a special mention for telling me how to put up links. thanks!
this is in random order, not in order of preference AT ALL. i'm putting them down in the order they're striking me.
1) backpack across europe.
2) visit the louvre.
3) go bungee-jumping.
4) visit australia. have been there once but i want to go again. totally loved the place.
5) visit kashmir.
6) go to pakistan; lahore in particular.
7) attend a concert in hyde park.
8) this is sort of a sub-part of 7 but not exactly. watch the rolling stones, roger waters(i would have said pink floyd but alas), u2, aerosmith, gnr and dire straits perform live.
9) meet nitin, lead singer of parikrama!
10) make a hell lot of money. seriously.
11) go to see the taj mahal at night(they don't allow that anymore, but hey the list is of things that i WANT, not things that i want AND things that are possible).
12) MEET SHAHRUKH KHAN.
13) holiday in goa with friends.
14) WRITE A BOOK.
15) do something completely spontaenous, on the spur of the moment. and wild.
16) shop like there's no tomorrow, and no credit limit. :-p
17) go to outer space(refer to 11 for explaination).
18) take part in the delhi half-marathon(i plan to do that every year but something or the other comes up).
19) read catch-22. it is the only book which i haven't managed to complete after starting it.
20) do something brilliantly intelligent. something which will go down in history(here i go again....wishful thinking).
21) learn to fly a plane.
22) watch all the seasons of friends in one go(i might never recover from that but what the heck)
23) lose my cynicism.
24) die listening to floyd.
25) thank aditya for tagging me. and for making me dream......
okay, now i get to tag people!
i tag
siddharth
anupriya
arnab
kanika
note to arnab - u HAVE to do it! no two ways about it.
aditya deserves a special mention for telling me how to put up links. thanks!
Monday, November 20, 2006
Abstract
am writing this post in a hurry because i don't have much time right now. but i really wanted to post this one today.
i am feeling completely confused. and not too happy. i like to keep things as uncomplicated as possible. but today some seemingly simple things managed to get terrifically complicated. and it does not please me.
also i like to keep some things unspoken. in the abstract. makes life a whole lot easier. but today a bunch of stuff was put on the table, stuff which i would have liked to not think about. or put into words.
and once things are said, they can't be unsaid again. they are out there. they can never be taken back and one can never pretend that they weren't said ever. once they have been brought into conscious thought, they can never be pushed back into the subconcious. and there are some things that i would have preferred to have left in the confines of my subconscious, at least for the time being. but i have been forced to prematurely recognise those things, and accept them as a part of my conscious, thinking mind.
now things have changed; maybe minutely, but the point is that they have. and i can never go back to being where i was before the whole thing happened. and that does not make me feel too good.
i am feeling completely confused. and not too happy. i like to keep things as uncomplicated as possible. but today some seemingly simple things managed to get terrifically complicated. and it does not please me.
also i like to keep some things unspoken. in the abstract. makes life a whole lot easier. but today a bunch of stuff was put on the table, stuff which i would have liked to not think about. or put into words.
and once things are said, they can't be unsaid again. they are out there. they can never be taken back and one can never pretend that they weren't said ever. once they have been brought into conscious thought, they can never be pushed back into the subconcious. and there are some things that i would have preferred to have left in the confines of my subconscious, at least for the time being. but i have been forced to prematurely recognise those things, and accept them as a part of my conscious, thinking mind.
now things have changed; maybe minutely, but the point is that they have. and i can never go back to being where i was before the whole thing happened. and that does not make me feel too good.
Friday, November 17, 2006
Collected Short Stories by MeMyself_n_I : Part III
Story 4 : the one where i'm 'his love'
aah i love this one. as you shall soon see why.
i had gone to a parikrama gig at lsr a couple of weeks ago(for the record, i 've given up trying to do this chronologically). technically, it was a silk route plus parikrama gig, but silk route doesn't count(and they proved my point by boring people into their graves....except for a bunch of girls next to us who were getting veritably orgasmic...i swear). anyway, let's not digress.
parikrama's guitarist, saurabh chaudhry, is supposed to be quite the hottie, and a favorite with girls in the audience. and yeah, he is quite cute, and all the girls went completely crazy screaming for him when he came on stage. including *ahem* me. but then...i saw...a vision....in torn jeans and a PETA(why) t-shirt. he was hotness at its best. it was nitin, parikrama's lead singer.
i pointed him out to my friends, but they were too busy trying to attract saurabh's attention. then, nitin opened his mouth. and all the girls went, whoaaaaaa.
his voice is like a caress, honestly. i know you're laughing, but i swear!
then nitin started singing. with his voice and saurav's guitaring, the evening was getting very very heady. they did a few songs, amidst screeches of 'saurav saurav' and 'nitin nitin'. then there was a little pause between songs. i was screaming nitin's name along with everyone else but somehow, right then nobody else screamed. so suddenly, it's just my voice! a loud 'NITIIIIIN' rang out, in my voice.
i was about to do my imitation of "hey which idiot did that?" when i heard nitin's voice say, "yes love?". damn, i almost passed out from shock and ecstasy.
well even if it had been just that, i would still be floating around on air. but that night, god had more in store for me. hah!
welll my friends and i were in full form and we were really letting our vocal chords run amok while nitin did a couple more songs. then, before doing the next song, he pointed at us and said, "the next song goes out to those lovely ladies". and he sang 'sweet child o' mine' for us!
evidently, i had a brilliant evening and went home with a huge grin on my face. and narrated my exploits to everyone who was either patient enough or bored enough for the next one week.
footnote : i looked up nitin's email id on parikrama's website and sent him an email. and was very very pleasantly surprised to receive a reply. am contemplating sending another mail. and in case you're wondering, yes i AM slightly weird.
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i'm kinda tired of doing the stories, so i'm giving the whole thing a break for a bit. so it's back to my random scrawls for a while.
also, something i've been meaning to mention for a long time. i have deleted all of BK's messages. well, except for one, which i couldn't bring myself to delete, because it is so extremely sweet.(if u don't follow my blog this wouldn't have made much sense to you. go to 'message fetish' for enlightenment)
also, a BIG thanks to all the readers. i had a lovely time reading all the comments. Collected Short Stories will be back!
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NEW BULLETIN : was checking my mail right now and i have a mail from saurabh also!!! i had written in my mail to nitin that i really liked saurabh's satriani solo. and he has actually sent me a thank u mail!! damn thse guys are polite. i'm putting up the letters also now.
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this one's from nitin.
Hey Tania, dont know when you wrote this mail but i just got back in from out of town like right noe and i have at least a couple of hours before rushing off to the studio for a recording.. well thanx for such a sweet mail,,,,,,,,,,,and yes i remember someone screamin out my name to which i replied "yes love".............
You have a lot of nice things to say about us,, you're very kind and your compliments are really appreciated..
take care and may god bless us all
love
N.
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this one's from saurabh.
Hi Tania,
thanx a lot for complimenting 'summer song'. i wish we guys cud hav played the entire solo, but there a technical snag... :(
better luck next time...
regards,
Saurabh.
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aah i love this one. as you shall soon see why.
i had gone to a parikrama gig at lsr a couple of weeks ago(for the record, i 've given up trying to do this chronologically). technically, it was a silk route plus parikrama gig, but silk route doesn't count(and they proved my point by boring people into their graves....except for a bunch of girls next to us who were getting veritably orgasmic...i swear). anyway, let's not digress.
parikrama's guitarist, saurabh chaudhry, is supposed to be quite the hottie, and a favorite with girls in the audience. and yeah, he is quite cute, and all the girls went completely crazy screaming for him when he came on stage. including *ahem* me. but then...i saw...a vision....in torn jeans and a PETA(why) t-shirt. he was hotness at its best. it was nitin, parikrama's lead singer.
i pointed him out to my friends, but they were too busy trying to attract saurabh's attention. then, nitin opened his mouth. and all the girls went, whoaaaaaa.
his voice is like a caress, honestly. i know you're laughing, but i swear!
then nitin started singing. with his voice and saurav's guitaring, the evening was getting very very heady. they did a few songs, amidst screeches of 'saurav saurav' and 'nitin nitin'. then there was a little pause between songs. i was screaming nitin's name along with everyone else but somehow, right then nobody else screamed. so suddenly, it's just my voice! a loud 'NITIIIIIN' rang out, in my voice.
i was about to do my imitation of "hey which idiot did that?" when i heard nitin's voice say, "yes love?". damn, i almost passed out from shock and ecstasy.
well even if it had been just that, i would still be floating around on air. but that night, god had more in store for me. hah!
welll my friends and i were in full form and we were really letting our vocal chords run amok while nitin did a couple more songs. then, before doing the next song, he pointed at us and said, "the next song goes out to those lovely ladies". and he sang 'sweet child o' mine' for us!
evidently, i had a brilliant evening and went home with a huge grin on my face. and narrated my exploits to everyone who was either patient enough or bored enough for the next one week.
footnote : i looked up nitin's email id on parikrama's website and sent him an email. and was very very pleasantly surprised to receive a reply. am contemplating sending another mail. and in case you're wondering, yes i AM slightly weird.
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i'm kinda tired of doing the stories, so i'm giving the whole thing a break for a bit. so it's back to my random scrawls for a while.
also, something i've been meaning to mention for a long time. i have deleted all of BK's messages. well, except for one, which i couldn't bring myself to delete, because it is so extremely sweet.(if u don't follow my blog this wouldn't have made much sense to you. go to 'message fetish' for enlightenment)
also, a BIG thanks to all the readers. i had a lovely time reading all the comments. Collected Short Stories will be back!
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NEW BULLETIN : was checking my mail right now and i have a mail from saurabh also!!! i had written in my mail to nitin that i really liked saurabh's satriani solo. and he has actually sent me a thank u mail!! damn thse guys are polite. i'm putting up the letters also now.
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this one's from nitin.
Hey Tania, dont know when you wrote this mail but i just got back in from out of town like right noe and i have at least a couple of hours before rushing off to the studio for a recording.. well thanx for such a sweet mail,,,,,,,,,,,and yes i remember someone screamin out my name to which i replied "yes love".............
You have a lot of nice things to say about us,, you're very kind and your compliments are really appreciated..
take care and may god bless us all
love
N.
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this one's from saurabh.
Hi Tania,
thanx a lot for complimenting 'summer song'. i wish we guys cud hav played the entire solo, but there a technical snag... :(
better luck next time...
regards,
Saurabh.
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Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Collected Short Stories by MeMyself_n_I : Part II
Story 2 : the one with my 'twin soul'
this one is slightly weird, and u might not even find it funny, because it is somewhat of an inside joke between me and my friends. but here goes nothing. also it's not a story in the true sense of the word so....
one day, about a month after college had started, i got up on the bus and saw an exact replica of myself sitting on the seat in front of me. the same wavy, slightly messy hair, the same black t-shirt, same black belt, the same loose blue jeans and pretty much the same height. i was like, "jesus christ, she looks EXACTLY like me!!"
i was thinking to myself, "man how can somebody look so similar?". right then she turned around and i saw that it wasn't a 'she' at all; it was a guy!!!
the whole thing made me awfully sad, and i never got to hear the end of it from my friends. still constantly hear extremely lame jokes about my 'twin soul'.
for the record, now i know the guy personally, which makes the whole thing damn funny somehow.
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story 3: the one where i screw up!!
i had planned to not do this(interrupt my chronological collection of short stories, that is) but as if plans ever work out!
before going ahead i would like to formally anounce that i am a DUMBASS. okay, i can proceed now.
yesterday, while coming back from college, these 2 extremely cute guys got on my bus. i was surreptitiously checking then out, and thinking to myself, "why don't i ever get to meet guys like these?'. their brilliant english and their highly intellectual, and at the same time extremely witty conversation only served to add to their attractiveness-quotient. they were standing, and when the seat next to mine was vacated, one of them sat there.
that cheered me up enormously, and i couldn't pay too much of attention to the book i was reading(catcher in the rye, for the record). after a while i gave up trying to read and closed it(that shows my level of distraction, coz this book is one my favorites, and i can read it a million times).
okay, now comes the best bit.
Cute Guy - hey, i had made a bet with myself. are u doing history?
Me - no, i'm doing eco.
CG - oh ok.
Me - why did u think that? do u know somebody who looks like me who's doing history?
CG - no i thought english honours would be too obvious, that's why i said history. (!!! now that's a pickup line if i've ever heard one!!!)
Me - oh ok. well it's one of my favorite books.
and then i just stopped talking! i stopped talking!! a few minutes later my stop came and i climbed down and the guy went out of my life forever. :-(
stories are not really supposed to have an analysis in the end, but hey, this is my blog so i can do whatever i want! my point is, till now i had been cribbing about how circumstances are always against me and how things are "spiralling out of my control" and basically making a lot of melodramatic statements. and now, when circumstances were perfect, and things were completely in my control, i manage to completely screw things up. at the risk of sounding terribly terribly melodramatic(yet again), fate finally paves a way for me and i turn around and walk the other way!
footnote : this is highly embarrasing but i'll still say it(as a lesson to me and also for another reason, which u shall soon see). today i actually caught the same bus(the 4 o'clock one) in the hopes of meeting the guy again! talk about wishful thinking.
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okay this is a terribly lame thing to do but my friends have talked me into it.
if the aforementioned guy, by any chance, comes accross this blog, then, "hi, i'd like to tell u that i'm not an arrogant bitch. and that it would be nice if u were still interested in continuing that conversation....."
phew, that's done! never done a dumber thing than that.
(also now u know the 2nd reason behind the footnote)
this one is slightly weird, and u might not even find it funny, because it is somewhat of an inside joke between me and my friends. but here goes nothing. also it's not a story in the true sense of the word so....
one day, about a month after college had started, i got up on the bus and saw an exact replica of myself sitting on the seat in front of me. the same wavy, slightly messy hair, the same black t-shirt, same black belt, the same loose blue jeans and pretty much the same height. i was like, "jesus christ, she looks EXACTLY like me!!"
i was thinking to myself, "man how can somebody look so similar?". right then she turned around and i saw that it wasn't a 'she' at all; it was a guy!!!
the whole thing made me awfully sad, and i never got to hear the end of it from my friends. still constantly hear extremely lame jokes about my 'twin soul'.
for the record, now i know the guy personally, which makes the whole thing damn funny somehow.
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story 3: the one where i screw up!!
i had planned to not do this(interrupt my chronological collection of short stories, that is) but as if plans ever work out!
before going ahead i would like to formally anounce that i am a DUMBASS. okay, i can proceed now.
yesterday, while coming back from college, these 2 extremely cute guys got on my bus. i was surreptitiously checking then out, and thinking to myself, "why don't i ever get to meet guys like these?'. their brilliant english and their highly intellectual, and at the same time extremely witty conversation only served to add to their attractiveness-quotient. they were standing, and when the seat next to mine was vacated, one of them sat there.
that cheered me up enormously, and i couldn't pay too much of attention to the book i was reading(catcher in the rye, for the record). after a while i gave up trying to read and closed it(that shows my level of distraction, coz this book is one my favorites, and i can read it a million times).
okay, now comes the best bit.
Cute Guy - hey, i had made a bet with myself. are u doing history?
Me - no, i'm doing eco.
CG - oh ok.
Me - why did u think that? do u know somebody who looks like me who's doing history?
CG - no i thought english honours would be too obvious, that's why i said history. (!!! now that's a pickup line if i've ever heard one!!!)
Me - oh ok. well it's one of my favorite books.
and then i just stopped talking! i stopped talking!! a few minutes later my stop came and i climbed down and the guy went out of my life forever. :-(
stories are not really supposed to have an analysis in the end, but hey, this is my blog so i can do whatever i want! my point is, till now i had been cribbing about how circumstances are always against me and how things are "spiralling out of my control" and basically making a lot of melodramatic statements. and now, when circumstances were perfect, and things were completely in my control, i manage to completely screw things up. at the risk of sounding terribly terribly melodramatic(yet again), fate finally paves a way for me and i turn around and walk the other way!
footnote : this is highly embarrasing but i'll still say it(as a lesson to me and also for another reason, which u shall soon see). today i actually caught the same bus(the 4 o'clock one) in the hopes of meeting the guy again! talk about wishful thinking.
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okay this is a terribly lame thing to do but my friends have talked me into it.
if the aforementioned guy, by any chance, comes accross this blog, then, "hi, i'd like to tell u that i'm not an arrogant bitch. and that it would be nice if u were still interested in continuing that conversation....."
phew, that's done! never done a dumber thing than that.
(also now u know the 2nd reason behind the footnote)
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