Wednesday, December 23, 2009


Yeah, yeah. It's already the end of the year. Damn, that was fast. I'm in love. I've found my best friend. It feels so good to feel good. I love you guys so much! Sometimes, I'm just too scared we'll have to be so far away from each other. But, who cares? You're with me now and that's all that matters. :)

I want to apologize to you for hurting you so much. You know I didn't mean to do it, and I know I was stupid. You forgave me. I couldn't ask for more. Love you loads!

Finally decided to throw those socks away. What was I thinking? :|

Coming back to normal stuff.

Thank God you didn't take any longer! That's, like, the most unexpected thing that ever happened! And, I'm so glad it did! I'll miss you so much when you leave... :-(

Didn't really love 2009. It's strange that all good things happen in the end of the year.
Hoping for a joyful 2010.


Wednesday, November 25, 2009

For the love of Shakespeare

These lines are from the play 'As You Like It' written by William Shakespeare, and are the dialogues of Jaques, one of the lords accompanying Duke Senior. Probably the best words ever written.So, here goes. :)

"All the world's a stage,
And all the and women merely players:
They have their exits and entrances:
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel,
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. and then the justice,
In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well sav'd , a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
and whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

Don't pretend

Don't pretend
Don't act like my best friend, I know deep inside that you don't even like me,
Don't come looking for me when I'm not in front of you, I'm trying to escape from you,
Don't tell me your secrets, I'm not going to tell you mine,
Don't think you know everything about me, because you don't know a single bit,
Don't think you can get away with every lie you've ever told me, I still keep count,
But, most of all, don't think that despite all of this, I don't care for you. Because I do, and because somehow, I don't really hate you.

Monday, October 19, 2009

The fun-est Diwali!

Diwali. The time of the year when people burn crackers and add to the the air and noise pollution sitting on their terraces rather than going out in their automobiles and doing the same. Ignore the bad pun. That's the kind of jokes die-hard environmentalists crack.

Okay. Let's start again.

Diwali. The festival of lights. This year's Diwali was quite the crowded one, if you know what I mean.

Well, the day started off with me waking up later than everyone else in the house ( even after I made a thousand promises to my mom that I'd wake up early. :P). So, yeah. I woke up and quickly replied to the "Happy Diwali" messages on my phone ( so that I don't get sabotaged by my friends for not replying to their messages. :| ). The weird thing about this year's Diwali was that, I actually felt that everyone was in the festive mood, for once. My dad was back from Sri Lanka after a week ( or was it two?) and he got lots of goodies for my sister and me. :)

So, after all the dressing up and double-checking if all the doors and windows were locked, we headed to my mom's uncle's ( I don't know what to call my mom's uncle. Grand Dad?) place for lunch. Well, what I assumed was only two or three families getting together for lunch, but, I was mistaken. I think it was about fifty people. People whom I haven't seen in the past, what, five or six years! Although I'm not comfortable with being amongst so many people, it felt kinda good, too, you know, like a family reunion or something. So, we had lunch which was followed by the usual game of tambola. My luck hadn't been that good that day. I only won around 20 bucks.
So, after an hour or something, we decided to leave and we invited all of them, yes, all the fifty people to our house for bursting crackers. Obviously, I thought they really wouldn't come, but then , they did! An incredibly crowded Diwali like I mentioned before, but it was so much fun.


Monday, October 12, 2009

The Awakening

It's hard to believe that so many months have passed so quickly. Friendships were made, promises were broken, lies were concealed and the truth went unspoken. While there were many times I felt I was a failure, there were times I also felt that there was still a ray of hope.

I'm not really much of a conversationalist. I've been accused of being terribly introverted and socializing is clearly not "my thing". I think many people would relate to what I'm saying. I know it might sound stupid, but it's really hard for me to go up to someone and just say "Hey! What's up?", unless I've known the person for a considerably long time.
But it's strange that one day, you're so worried about it and the next day, you'll be like, "Who gives a shit?".
At times, I used to get jealous of people who I call my best friends. The ease with which they talk, or make conversations, even though they're the most silliest ones, everything used to make me feel, I don't know, insignificant, sort of. Like nothing else could ever make you feel so bad.
But then, feelings like that come and go and you realize that life's not about who you're friends with or how many friends you have on Facebook.
It's about being grateful for the friends you have. The friends who don't care what kind of clothes you wear or where you shop; friends who care about what you think of yourself and not what other people think of you. Those are the kind of people who are worth sticking with.
I know that worrying won't really get me anywhere. SO, I guess I should stop trying so hard to "fit in".

Like Chris Martin said, "I don't mind not being cool".