Ever get so mad at someone that you run off to bitch to your friends and then they get this immensely skewed perception of the person. Of course, in your anger you also fail to mention the good aspects of the relationship. Sometimes, when you're REALLY pissed off, your mouth runs away with the momentum of your emotions and I'll start to blog negativelyabout your insiginificant others. Oops, did i say "I'll", i meant, "you will start to"........
But today, sitting here in my room, I dont have anything to complain about. I had waited all my teenage life for one thing. Finally got it. But as they say, good things come in small packages. Mine happiness comes bound by time. There is this specific day in every one or two months, when I am really happy. Though, the happiness doesnt last for more than a few hours. This is the time when i get to meet my close friend, who visits me only once in a month. Hardly for an hour. But, beggars cant be choosers, right.
My life is brilliant. My life is pure. And i want to thank that special person for making me grow as a person. Making me realise what patience is. And how endless and long waiting can be. I am leaving you guys with this song lyrics from Dido's THANK YOU My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all the morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all And even if I could it'd all be grey, but your picture on my wall it reminds me that it's not so bad it's not so bad
I drank too much last night, got bills to pay my head just feels in pain I missed the bus and there'll be hell today I'm late for work again and even if I'm there, they'll all imply that I might not last the day and then you call me and it's not so bad it's not so bad and
I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life Oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life
Push the door, I'm home at last and I'm soaking through and through then you handed me a towel and all I see is you and even if my house falls down now, I wouldn't have a clue because you're near me and
I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life Oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life
I have been known to rant, rave and this always lets my blog get the best of my emotions. Though it feels good to pour out emotions, I've had all sorts of people, dear pals come up to me and tell me that my blog reflects negatively on my life. As in, it only goes on to prove how miserable my life is. Some of them often mistake my genuine outpour of emotions as my aggression (which is defintely true some of the times :p). But then, ONLY SOME OF THE TIMES!!! period. But in certain occasions, when I genuinely post something uplifting, something peppy on my posts, they will come up to me and ask "Was that you? Your recent post didnt reflect your personality" I mean WHAT? Do these homo sapiens have compeltely forgotten about the concept of creative freedom? I will post what I am feeling. What i want to say. It need not always be spicy enough for a good read. For Christs sake, this is my life. Not a spicy dish served straight out of your roadside dhabas.
Wow, There is definitely one thing this blog is helping me to. Control my aggression. And no, this post is not meant to hurt any of my dear friends. Their genuine, critical comments and opinions are always welcome.
Enough of my outpour here. I'll suggest you to go out and catch the latest flick, ROCK ON by farhan akhtar. rock music cult served in a platter of exquisiteness amidst the commercial hubbub of emotional melodrama typo movies. aye. And did i say, Farhan is looking kinda hot with his long haired, rockstar look ;). And man, he sings. Though, I dont know how it will fare at the box office. But it seems promising. worth a try, wattsay? :)
Just wanaa end by saying no matter what happens in your life, come what may, ROCK ON..... life aint that bad. :P
This is a typical mid week post for me. Its not that my stars have finally shown mercy on me and I am completely free free free (kiske saath, well, i would love to be free with a packet of chips :p) just imagine, if you could purchase your friends time for free in a complimentary offer in supermarkets - like you get your friend for free (his/her time, i mean) along with a packet of eatables in the grocery shop. lame thought, i know. but, expected outta me. aye.
So, without further digressing from the topic, no, I am not free. with anything. sigh. in fact, I am busy. like really busy. or may be i am just TRYING to be busy. you know, when you know that the people around you dont really have time for you, then, what do you do? sit down and sulk? naaahhhh you try to engage yourself in something constructive or laze around. i chose the former one. in fact, in this quest to try and act busy, i've realised i dont have time to laze around. man, i actually have got that kind of workload on my shoulders. (whoaa, i can alomst feel my shoulders drooping, teehee) nevamind
This is my final year in the college. The frenzy that surrounds me in the campus, that rush to complete the notes, filling up forms for entrance tests and trying to meet the deadlines for assignments. i often wonder, am i the only one with such a laid back approach while all my classmates are in this mad rush running after deadlines, preparing for post grad entrance tests? alright It may sound absurd but i have this sinking feeling that maybe i am really missing out on something big by not giving the dreaded CAT in november. While most of my peers are gearing up for it. Its like MBA is the only career option available after i graduate apart from MA. which i so detest. hmm Its getting experimental for me. Somebody really dear to me had told me once that learn to take risks. And at a particular point of time, do just what your heart says. Well, i have been doing just that. I know that CAT is not the end of the world. And all hell will not let loose on me if i miss out on the frequent paardying, bitch sessions, my 8.40 am classes (damn, m never on time for them) and several other things which my friends stress i should be doing. after all this is my last year na. screw it man. I will do what my heart says. give entrances for courses, I know I can be good at. not CAT. sleep all that i want. and work all that i want. I know there is competition for me. and the only person i like to compete with is myself. I seriously, have never felt the need to compete with, to prove to any other person, that i am better than them. ( no, m not anti-social, its just that i believe, its only i who can challenge myself to strive for better). And in a way, its good. It prevents me from treating my dear ol pals as competition.
I am not complaining here. I am not even criticising the way things are shaping up in my life right now. In fact, i am simply loving it. This is me.....thinking, comtemplating, questioning, working, lazing around and enjoying my life...the way it is.
On certain days, when i am feeling like arggghhh, the only thing that my agitated mind can say is "what the hell, why is my life so unfair??" But on second thoughts, i defintely feel that may be i am unfair to life. Now, i know i dont fall into the category of girls who are goody-goody, sweet, take-home-to-your-mom types. But then, what the hell. i ain't that bad, either.
i dont smoke, drink, dope or any other of those things which losers do.
i've never been scolded by my teachers (yo, babyyy)
i perform like fairy well, in whatever endeavor i set my heart on (barring my undegraduate course :p)
i have never shop-lifted ;)
never been into brawls and all that jazz
i am at home well in time, before my curfew (7 pm dat is)
i dont eve tease the guys in my colony (heehee hawhaaww)
But the point is not about how good or bad i am, the thing is how unfair my life is to me!!! The worst thing about guys and career options is that there are always too many good ones to choose from, and the one which appeal to us the most are generally the ones which are least attractive to our parents. And yet, the rebel that i am, i will be going out for the things which appeal to me most. Be it an unconventional career option or a friend circle and follow what my heart says.
To everything else, all that my heart (and mind) says is "Chadd yaar, mitti paa" ;)
I often wonder just how wonderful it would be, if we could simply delete certain people from our lives as easily as we can delete them from our email, orkut,facebook (or watever social networking site) lists. But some recent experiences ( m thanking my stars i had them) were sufficient enough to tell me that in real life, its always a little messy. You've got to watch out for things like tears and emotions and even flying objects hurled at your head.(though, m not d violent ones. i am generally the ones who will run to great lengths just in order to avoid an obnoxious, probably violent situation). In certain cases, deadly words hurled at your face can leave you scarred like no wound possibly can. With some people, there is no use being try to reason out or being brutally honest - these are the ones you will realise, in hindsight, you never should have invited in your life in the first place.
I've been reading this book Your Big Break by Johanna Edwards. The fictional characters in the story work for a break up service. They will probably do anything from making the protagonist quit her job job to dump her boyfriend to resotore the calmness and peace of mind again in her life. I was just wondering, why the hell don't these characters or so-called break up service exist in real life?? So, you dont like your nosy college friend? A simple click on the delete button by this break up service is enough. Tired of the endless nagging by that obnoxious professor? yeah, baby, you get deleted too. As simple as it gets. The mantra is to identify the negative influences in your life and press the delete button on their face. BEEP. And its done.
But hell, if only letting go of all these so-called negative influences was so easy. Sometimes, in the bargain, you even end up losing your loved ones. After all, who knows, they might press the delete button on YOUR face. tit for tat. I recently lost one of my closest friend ever in the similar fashion. In a way, she dumped me on my face (now dont get your grey cells thinking too much. i am very much straight. thank you). But then, its not only your lover who can dump you, right? I've seen people getting dumped by their friends, their luck, their familes et al. And for sure, losing her (lets call her miss S. ) stung. It stung so much. Partly because i am a real miser when it comes to making new friends. And losing the loved ones i already had was like bad. really bad. Even though i knew that it was me who was entirely at fault. i used to keep crying hoping she will come back. (although in my heart, i already knew she wont) But now, i've got used to it. And i have realised just one thing. Its not a matter of hope, its just a matter of time.
There could hardly be a young person who probably hasn’t heard of the phrase, WOMEN ARE FROM VENUS, MEN ARE FROM MARS. Apart from the anatomy part, there are several things which set us apart from the opposite sex. Its not that I am in a mood to set out on a mission to help the distressed and needy. But yes, I am definitely going to lend out a sane piece of advice to some of the most distressed species on the world- MEN about some of the most incomprehensible section of society – WOMEN. So, what do women actually want? Some men might say loads of money and (chocolates), luxurious lifestyle and a guy who can pamper them every night and day. But I want you to read this story first and then draw conclusions about the fairer sex.
A husband wakes up at home with a huge hangover. He forces himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins and a glass of water on the side table. He sits down and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and ironed.. He looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotless, clean. So is the rest of the house. He takes the aspirins and notices a note on the table. "Honey, breakfast is on the table, I left early to go grocery shopping. Love You!" Totally shocked with the note, he goes to the kitchen and sure enough there is a hot breakfast and the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating. He asks, "Son, what happened last night?" His son says, "Well, you came home around 3 AM, drunk and delirious. Broke some crockery, puked in the hall, and gave yourself a black eye when you stumbled into the door” Confused, the man asks, "So, why is everything in order and so clean, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me? I should expect a big quarrel with her!" His son replies, "Oh, that! Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your clothes and shoes off, you said LADY, LEAVE ME ALONE. I AM MARRIED!"
So, all you guys who think that their girls need loads of money, a six packed sex bomb and loads of romantic dinners and be showered with praises all the time. Surprise, surprise, you are so very wrong. The fact is she has probably checked you for all these things already and that’s primarily the reason why she is with you. All that you seriously need to give to her is an honest commitment. And everything else falls into place automatically. Like pieces in a puzzle.
If you are the kind of guy who agrees with me, I just have to say, your girl is lucky dude!! But, if you are the kind of guy who thinks it is like impossible to give, then……..”kaake, aish kar…………par thodi kam”