While walking past a hoarding in underground metro the other day, I came across this advertisement for AOL chat groups. It said:
People come and go, Friends stay.
As always, i was in a hurry. And i moved on. But this punch line remained there buzzing in my mind for a few days.

What is it about friends which is so overrated?
You have an almost different set of friends when you are in school. Get new friends if you happen to change school. Come graduation and you have a new lot of friends. Same happens with your post-grad or office environment when you move further ahead in life.
One would argue that this is what friends are all about. Friends make a sincere effort to stay in touch.

I wont say that I do not agree with this argument. Its true, friends are people who really care to stay in touch, to be there for you when you need it the most. They do not change even if they happen to meet you after a considerable period of time. The warmth is still there.

Then, why is it that some people turn a cold shoulder to you as soon as you move out of the institution which brought you together? It could be your school, dance classes, office et al. Once you move out of that place, they transform from being really good friends to mere acquaintances who would only give a hesistant, acknowledging smile if they happen to see you at some public place. Whatever happened to the warmth and all? At most, you guys would exchange greetings on social networking sites, plan to meet up once in a while but then, that's about it.
Such friends end up being a part of your social life. People whom you keep bumping into parties, invite them to parties but people who do not mean the world to you. Neither do you to them.
Are these friends?

I strongly believe that friends is a highly misused word. Just because I happen to attend the same academic batch as fifty other students or happen to travel together everyday in a cab doesnt qualify them to be my FRIENDS.
I prefer to call them acquaintances. My so-called friends are often hurt when I tell this to them bluntly. Yes, its true that they happen to know a lot about me. But that's because I am spending them a large amount of my time with them, for my office/college purpose.

And no, I am not actually in love with the idea of being called rude. There are people who claim to be your friends. Then for any reason, big or small, they fight with you, have arguments, insult you and move away. Tada. Friendship broken. Love's Labour lost.
And you called them Friends?
blah. didnt that Ad said "FRIENDS STAY".
yes, Friends stay. They apologise and make up. Learn to accept each other for what they are. And its not easy to find such people. So, please, do not condemn me if I refuse to call every Tom, Dick and Harry my F.R.I.E.N.D.

I read this somewhere and I guess it is applicable for every one of us. We tend to mentally divide our large number of friends into four categories and treat them accordingly. They are:
  • Best of friends.
  • Good friends
  • Friends with benefits
  • Just friends

Its been a while.....

Alright, so its been a while since i scribbled something on this page. Had been pre-occupied with a lot of things which had been screaming for attention....studies, work, friends,family,"me"time et al. Well, all said and done, the thing is I want to scribble so much, pour out all those million things which are running in my head right now. And hell, this writer's block. I'm unable to write even a single thought in a lucid manner.

So, I'll be opting for the easy way out right now. M gonna play the tag game again.

RULE #1 People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.

RULE #2 Tag 6 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people.

1. If your lover betrayed you what would your reaction be? : Well, I'll ask him to fuck off. There is absolutely no valid excuse for cheating.

2. If you could have one dream come true which one would it be? : Hmm, I'll ask god to grant me another 100 dream come true's or something. :)

3. Whose butt would you like to kick? : Anyone who tries to mess with me does end up getting kicked (almost) . hehe. No, seriously, I would like to kick the hell out of people who are responsible for terrorism. And also those who are in power but take no steps to curb it.

4. What would you do with a billion dollars? : Ogle at it. Keep ogling to make myself believe it is actually mine. Spend it on roti, kapda, makaan nd caviar, designer clothes nd cars, a penthouse, diamonds, travel to extoic location nd oder basic needs. Rest will be kept in bank to earn more interest or invest it, i guess.

5. Will you fall in love with your best friend? : Hain?????????????

6. Which is more blessed: loving someone or being loved by someone?: Being loved, for sure. feels blissed. coz love is all about sacrifices and I would prefer to be on the receiving end of this sacrificing business. .........**wink wink**

7. How long would you wait for someone you love?: Till the time the person is worth waiting for. Could be a day, could be a lifetime. You never know.

8. If the person you like is secretly attached, what would you do? : Try to get him Unhooked, asap. heeheehaahaa. evil grin.

9. If you could root for one social cause which one would it be?: Educating poor children and adults. This is the only social cause I soooo strongly feel for.

10. What takes you down the fastest?: Cramps. Hate 'em. :(

11. Where do you see yourself in 10 years' time: Here itself. But with a sexy, growing career, my own sedan, a more sexier and definitely more happier me.

12. What's your fear?: Failure. No, seriously, the only thing I really fear is meeting failure in life and face myself again.

13. What kind of person(s) do you think the person who tagged you is/are?: Nobody tagged me. I am playing this tag game myself. Height of wellapanti. ;)

14. Would you rather be single and rich or married and poor?: Married and filthy rich.

15. What is the first thing you do when you wake up? : Look at the alarm clock and fall asleep again.

16. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously who would you pick?: The one who is more hawt, loving and rich.

17. Would you give all in a relationship? : I guess, no. No wait, maybe yes. Well, I dont know. would depend on the kind of relationship it is.

18. What's eating you now?: My extremely unhealthy habit of procrastination.

19. Do you prefer being single or in a relationship?: Another relationship question, and i'll end up slamming my lappy real hard. arggghhhh

20. Tag 6 people...
**Scribbler's Inc
**AP- The Argumentative Indian

Guys, pls do complete the tag. Its fun.

Tring...Tring..goes my phone

Or cell phone... well, either way, I don't think there's anyone with the traditional "ring" kind of.. ringing. (ringtones ka zamaana hai, even the himesh ones). sic. Whatever, someone is calling you, and it's me! I'm calling you! What a miracle, I'm not a big fan of the phone. I mean, it's cool, it's handy, it's useful, but there's something about it that I'm not 100% completely cool with. I really like to write letters, so I guess that would be my preferred choice for communicating with people, but alas, I'm the only one who likes to write letters, so I'm all alone in this weird world of letter writing. (or whatever you'd call it). Even emails would do in this tech buzzed world, but man, I need to communicate. Pour my heart out through my words.

Any way, where was I? Oh yeah, well, I'm calling you right now, ok? And the reason I'm calling you is because I"m bored. Is that a crime? Nope, not at all. People will call you only when they are free or have something urgent to discuss with you. Not when they are attending lectures, meetings, or may be nature's call. On the contrary, you have the luxury to read letters at your ease. Not like those pesky calls, leave everything at hand and run to attend the tring-ing phone. What, you want me to call when I'm entertained? Of course not. Because the reason for my calling in the first place is for you to entertain me! So, if anything, you should be grateful and lucky and thanking the heavens I thought about you and gave you call... or sent you a text message. Either way, you should be happy. Aint I modest. .........**chuckle**

What a lot we lost when we stopped writing letters. You can't reread a phone call. ~Liz Carpenter

Men = Happy

This was an email forward and I somehow found it too true not to share..........

Its true. Men are more happier than women. I mean, what else do you expect from such simple (and proud of it) creatures???

  • Wedding plans take care of themselves.
  • Chocolate is just another snack.
  • You can never be pregnant.
  • Car mechanics tell you the truth.
  • The world is your urinal.
  • You never have to drive to another petrol station restroom because this one is just too icky.
  • You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt.
  • Wrinkles add character.
  • People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them.
  • New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet.
  • One mood all the time.
  • Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.
  • You know stuff about tanks and engines.
  • A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase.
  • You can open all your own jars.
  • You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.
  • Three pairs of shoes are more than enough.
  • You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes.
  • The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades.
  • You only have to shave your face and neck.
  • One wallet and one pair of shoes -- one colour for all seasons.
  • You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look.
  • You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.

No wonder men are happier :p

The good old 90's

Just the other day, when I was surfing through Facebook, I chanced to come across a group which listed all the things which one would remember if they had grown up during the 90's. Now, though the idea was pretty interesting, most of the things mentioned in thr group didnt suit Indian sensibilities. Coz most of us probably didn't grow up making fantasies/plans about our special prom night when we could barely crawl.

So, I decided to compile a list of all the things an average teenager/ twenty something indivdual can relate to. Though not all the things are mine (some of them are borrowed from the internet, but then, that's only because we all can remember the same things about the 90's).

So, here's my version:


  • You know who Mogli from the Junglebook is coz you grew up singing the title track along with, while watching the show on Doordarshan.
  • You wrote an actual letter (or a letter in your head), which although never materialised to MTV's Most Wanted. yes, shehnaz seemed to be the best, cutest Vj of all times then.
  • You religiously turned on the TV on Sundays at noon to watch the Bournvita Quiz contest with Derek O'Brien. Yes, religiously. Its quite shocking to know that of all the people I know today, admit having fond memories with this show in their childhood.
  • "Made in India" by Alisha Chinai was one of your favourite songs and you secretly wished that one day, a bare bodied Milind Soman would sweep you off your feet.
  • Your first email address was the lamest one you ever had. Eg. coolhotchick@yahoo.com
  • You can still recount all the characters from Hum Paanch (the only somewhat ok show ever produced by crass queen, Ekta Kapoor)
  • You thought that having a birthday party at the newly opened Wimpy's or Pizza Corner would make you the most popular girl/boy in your school group.
  • You could sing along the Vicco turmeric ad.
  • You got ready in the morning for school while watching "Gi Joe" and the "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" on Star plus.
  • You hoped to collect the entire collection of then-overpriced Barbie dolls someday.
  • Your wardrobe was almost completely made up of clothes from Weekender kids
  • Tinkle and Champak along with Chahcha Chaudhary and Pinky were the first comic strips/magazines you ever read.
  • You though Nick Carter from Backstreet Boys was the cutest guy alive on earth (As 10-12 year olds, HOT wasnt yet a part of our vocabulary)
  • You managed to cover the entire one wall of your room with posters of Leonardo di Capario.
  • Speaking of which, your mom made you shut your eyes during the infamous "car" scene. Or worse still, they refused to take you to the theatre to watch this enormous hit flick deeming it inappropriate for your age.
  • You wished you had your very own robot sister, like "vicky" from Small Wonder
  • You traded your tazos for coloured Add gel pens.
  • You would have given your left eye for a game like Jumanji.
  • Dancing to "Saturday Night" and "Macarena" was given at any party. And singing along "Going to Ibiza" from Vengaboys made you the coolest among the lot.
  • You still remember that "Lays" was originally called "Ruffles".
  • You were hooked onto Cartoon Network and had to be surgically removed from in front of the TV.
  • You grew up to be a pretty awesome dude or chick.
Ok, i know words like Dude or Chick do not fall into the 90's category, but that's coz we had grown into the new millenium by then. And then, you seriously cannot deny the fact that we are a pretty awesome generation.

P.S - if you guys have more points to add, go ahead. M quite sure I have missed quite a few.


Getting emotionally depressed for me is nothing new. You know, this "i -am- so-sad" phase comes in my life every now and then. The good part is that it never lasts for more than a day or two (thankfully).
And when i am feeling sad, down and out, I binge. To Hell with my week long diet plans, I attack on chocolates like Druggies do on dope after coming out of rehab!!! :p
But i was just wondering, what if i were to eat eight chocolate donuts and come back home, tell my mum "I ate eight donuts, so cant have more food". Man, i would love to see the reaction on her face.......how she would think again that she has been blessed with a daughter who would go to any lengths to prove how retard she is.

But this is not what I intend to write about. I have already cribbed a lot in my last post, so this one is only going discuss the 8 things in my life, in 2008 in various aspects. here it goes


*Money- both earning and spending (and saving, at times)
*Good Food- only eating :p
*Quality of life- has to be maintained in everything i do
*Knowledge- give me more, anytime
*Writing- man, my world is here
*Advertising/ Communication- is my call
*Hawt men- i know its like a kick in the balls for ol d ppl who think how staunch a feminist i am - i still am- but definitions differ
*Sleeping- ;)


*Get myself the right job and become a CEO of some luxury brand or a fashion mag editor. haye, ishtyle
*Buy a sexy sedan and then find myself a man who would take me on long drives @ 1 in the night on the Ring Road in delhi. BLISS!
*Have a grand punjabi wedding, with this guy mentioned above. Chatwal ishtyle.
*Have a Hen paaardy before that wedding, with all the hawt men on earth!
*Travel around the world..a road trip..discover new places....and try out the chocolates everyewhere :p
*And this ones really important...enter a good mall, buy everything, i repeat, EVERYTHING, that i like. Do a "show this.....nice...pack it" kinda thaang, you know ;)
*Most importantly, earn enough money and study well to do all these
*Hmm, a bit senti, but I want my parents to take pride in me. Look at me and say..."Itni bhi jhalli nahi hai"


*Cool - universal adjective
*Oh Fuck- anything which pisses me off or goes wrong, prompts me to use this cuss word. Especially men
*Hmmm- everytime the other person goes on blabbering the shit i aint really interested in or cant understand a word of.
*Main ni khel rahi- everytime i want to exhibit my disapproval at anything. Yo babby, life's a game.;)
*Ba****d- This word is especially reserved for some special kind of guys who try to test my patience in public places by trying to act cool or hit on me.
*DASh DASH - everytime i feel like using explicit stuff in front of some respectable company, i resort to this. FILL IN THE BLANKS YOURSELF kinda thing. :P
*Yup yup- everytime i need to say Yes
*I am hungry- coz dats wat i am most of the times :p

*Veronika decides to die- Paulo cohelo
*Blasphemy- Taseema Durrani
*One Night at a Call center- Chetan Bhagat
*Chicken Soup for the Soul (all versions)
*Angels and Demons
*The Shadow lines
*Loosing my Virginity- Richard Branson
*You Can Win -Shiv Khera

*Thank you- Dido
*My Lover's Gone- Dido
*White Flag - Dido (yeah, i know, m a sucker for her songs)
*Yakeen- Atif Aslam
*Gal Ban Gayee- Sukhbir
*My Happy Ending- Avril Lavigne
*Coming Back To life- Pink floyd
*Way I Are- Timbaland

*my best friend- goes on holidays without even bothering to gimme a call. wtf?
*my father- the most important man in my life, father, nurturer, pamperer,preacher, the best teacher of my life
*education- has made me what i am today. a dash.
*writing- saves my soul
*love- can never have enough of it
*other friends- will not call me in ages, then tell me that i have become too busy for them :/
*experience- I am olways learning from them
*happiness- isnt olways there. but when it is, that is the best feeling in the world.

Ppl I am tagging

Bheja Fry

I had often heard that each and every relationship comes with an expiry date. No matter how much you want to retain that bond, one day it will fade away.

There is so much happening in my life right now......sometimes, i never even get the time to sit back and realise if this is what i always wanted.........
I was looking back at my high school pics a few days back with a friend.....though he could only notice the drastic makeover I have undergone (i was a typical bespectacled nerd during my school days). I realised one more thing......I was smiling then. In each of the pics. It was a genuine, carefree smile. Not the fake, forced smile which i reserve especially for occasions, now, whenever someone screams on my face "SAY CHEESE".

One of my friend asked me today, Prianca, do you know yourself?
I didnt knew what to say. because very frankly speaking, i dont know whether i know myself or not.
I'll ask you, the one who is reading this blog,do you know yourself?
You might say Yes or No.
But what if you are forced to undergo this mental metamorphsis. Assume an identity in public, you know you cannot identify with. Then, would you be able to say as confidently that you know yourself?

I no longer try to fit in a group. Coz i never had a group as such. I am what I am. Just trying to be at peace with myself.
I always thought it would be terribly lonely to stay alone. The sheer thought of having no one close to talk to, to share your ups and downs freaks me out. literally.
As my luck would have it, some of the most cherished, precious people in my life are the ones who love staying alone.
Or simly put it in other words, dont feel the need to communicate with me as frequently as i do. Nevertheless, the emotional fool that i am, i know they will always be the most important people in my life.

I used to be a chatterbox once.....notoriously famous for my unending talking sprees. Then, as my friends gradually moved away, i started talking to myself. While travelling alone, while sitting idle, anywhere, anytime.
I talk a lot even today. Though its only in my mind now. It never finds a way out. Apart from these occasional blog posts. And my talks arent as chirpy, lively and optimistic. They are mostly dejected and depressed. As if this blog belongs to some 90 yr old grandma who has been through the prime of her life.

WHat the hell! iI am not even 20 yet.
This will have to change. Coz I hate the way things are right now.
The catch is I dont know how?

i just wonder whether the relationship which one shares with oneself comes with an expiry date too?
coz if it does, i have almost reached it
damn, a middle finger to this fucker feeling.

Thank You

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
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
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

scribbles bout my life

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?
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)

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?
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" ;)

If only........

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.

Life goes on..........

so, what do women actually want?

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”

Oh, Fuck you Bitch

They say, to err is human. And consequently I fall in the same category too. I will err. And err again. But every time, that I commit an error, a new lesson will be learnt by my sub-conscious mind. Though its not that life hasn’t taught my any lessons till now. After serving a long stint as an official nerd during my high school days, I am finally living up to the reputation of being a snob, a girl who couldn’t care less about her higher education and stuff. Needless to say, campus life teaches you a lot. It did to me as well. I am finally learning the complexities of being a bitch. The intricacies and importance of acting like a bitch. Like those girls who hop around in the choicest of clothes, their vocab updated with multi-lingual slang, can impress and date any damn guy in a jiffy and throw away attitude (so what, if half of the sane crowd ignores them? ). They still manage to draw the attention of a large amount of people who are popular and matter in the youth cult. Sigh! So, it’s decided. From now on, I’ll be bringing up my latest mini and Abercrombie racer-back. Will be acting as a mean “miss know-it-all”. I would poke fun at any and every girl whose dress is oh-so-last season. I’ll also build up a gang comprising of super-cool girls who can dress to impress (it doesn’t matter if they have nothing left in their upper levels, brains, I mean). But then, on second thoughts, what will be the difference left between me and them. I believe that I, like everyone else in the world, is completely unique. And no one can take my place, no matter what. I am happy being me, doesn’t matter if I remain at home every other Saturday night and don’t get frequent invitations for late-night partying. I at least have the sense to adjudge what’s wrong and what’s right? So, be it. I am happy being myself. The bitch business was never made out for me in the first place. So, why bother? Bring up those pajamas, tie up the hair in a bun, and nestle in the coziest spot of the room with a novel. Oh yes, I am happy being this. Could not and would not care two hoots about the snob gentry who love to dismiss the intellectual class as nerdy, un-happening and boring. Frankly, sweethearts, we couldn’t care less And, believe me, it feels like heaven when I address them in four simple words Oh, Fuck You Bitch

The complexities of desire

It’s funny to note that just at a time when you get what all you had ever desired for, that desire, the need for that "certain something" gradually fades away. I guess its human nature to desire, look up to things they know they can’t have at the moment. Yet the moment you have it, it no longer seems important. The struggle, the earnest wishes and prayers which you had made for it suddenly start seeming transcending and almost fleeting. As if those moments never happened in the first place. Strange but true.

Strip your soul away

Strip away vanity
Just as you consume me
Broken smile, starless sky
Save it all, Say goodbye."

"You wake to suffer through the day
Trade a dream for the pay
Well here's the fact, I hope it sticks
You're just alive out of habit."

The Excess of Everything

I had often heard the phrase that the grass is always greener on the other side. And needless to say, its pretty true as well. No matter how much we have, how many facilities we are endowed with, we will always feel that it would have been much better if we were even half as blessed as the person in front of us.
Alright, i know m being a bit philosphical here but like, we, as humans, are we ever satisfied with what we have?
the answer is NO.
here is a simple thought which i came across somewhere, which stirred me completely. The simplicity with which it expressed human nature yet commented on the insatiable human greed was hard-hitting.
heres how it goes

  • we have bigger houses, but smaller families
  • more conveniences, but less time
  • we have more knowledge, but less judgements
  • more experts but more problems
  • more medicines but less health
  • we have been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbour
  • we build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but have less communication
  • we have become long on quantity, but short on quality
  • these are times of fast foods but less digestion
  • tall men but short character
  • steep profits but shallow relationships
  • IT is a time when there is much in the window, but nothing in the room!!!

just a usual day in my life

umm, so here i am writing out my first blog. Though the idea of creating a blog and pouring my heart out over the good, ol internet was in my mind since a long time now, but then the first thought which always came to my mind was that posting a blog, subject to public view was somewhat similar to your thoughts being announced over a loudspeaker where everyone could hear them, judge them and condemn them.
but then, screw it.
until and unles, i can muster up the courage to voice my thoughts, whats the use of having them in the first place? right?

since the start of my summer vacations, i have been on this unending spree of working endlessly, back to back on target basis while at my summer job. but today is a special day. because i finally managed to get a day off. considering that even my sundays are not free, this is a pretty big deal for me. yeah, dats wat i said, BIG DEAL. but who cares? like? :p

i can proudly say that i utilized my day to the best of my capabilities (oh yes, i am the one who values time a lot, hehe). i slept away to glory for something like the entire day? ahhm, yeah, i slept through the day. i mean, in such heat and sticky temperature, there is nothing much that you can do, right?

i got up by eight pm to the sounds of usual prime time television shows which were being played over the television set at a blaring volume (oh, i hate you mom for this, grrrr)
yeah, my mom is an another interesting part of my life i can talk endlessly about. interestingly, she would be least concerned if i have managed to win a prize in a competition i was preparing for so long or whether i am able to secure admission in a college of my choice. but yes, she is concerned (read extremely concerned) whether i have managed to purchase the special, imported brocolli from the food mart nearby while on my way back home from office. :/ she will call me incessantly, until i answer her call and assure her that her coveted brocolli has been purchased. phew. like does she really need to care that i was driving and shouldnt have answered her call? i think that traffic policeman did notice my car number. damn

well, on second thoughts, she aint dat bad. she is MY mom after all. i can manage her tantrums on most of the days. on other occasions, i simply igonre her while she keeps shouting around the house why cant i be a bit more responsible and help her around the house? yeah, like i care

name: prianca
Status: bored of sleeping, thus blogging
Book i am currently reading: Veronica decides to die by Paulo Cohelo