Last Days...

It is one of my last days here... A bout of nostalgia is what I am feeling... On one hand, there is the excitement of going back, back to my roots, back to where I belong, back to friends who have been there most my life... But on the other hand, there are these great bunch of friends I have made here... I know separations are difficult and the thought of never being able to meet haunting, but that is how life is... Nothing is certain... Any one moment can turn the direction of your life by 180 degrees...

I am hoping everything happens smoothly and my friends here, my love for all of whom I cannot express, live happily... That is all I can wish for... It is very difficult to find people who genuinely care for you but here it was not rare, it was on the contrary very easy... I can count about 50+ people who do care for me deeply and who I also care for... I wish them well in life...

Lets see where life takes me...



P.S:This is a felt-and-wrote piece... So standard certainly ain't very good...

'PERFECT'

It was a perfect day, in every sense of the word. And also a day of many firsts. Today, it rained heavily here for the very first time this year. And today, for the first time ever, I got drenched in the rain - intentionally. And also wished my friend Dev 'a very Happy Birthday' for the very first time. And these lines are the summary of this whole piece. So if you are not in a hurry, continue reading. But I must warn you that you might find the use of the word 'perfect' redundant :) And for those who are in a hurry, don't read further, the following is the stupid elongated version of the two sentences above!

Today started with me waking up late, taking a quick bath and skipping breakfast! The weather was close to PERFECT and I was singing on my way to college, in careless splendour. The song I was singing was "Jab bhi koi ladki dekhun mera dil deewana bole ole ole ole" (translated to English: Whenever I see a girl, my crazy heart says ole ole ole). I do not understand the reason, but I did remember the song and was singing it :)
Anyways I was late for class and after being allowed in, I was back to my favourite activity - thinking and doodling. It was 'perfect' 'cause no teacher caught me day-dreaming. As the day proceeded, the weather became better than 'perfect'. It ultimately started raining - heavily. Since the day I came back, it had not rained even once. And finally it did today! I got wet and it felt good. But I quickly went into my friend's place and dried myself. It had been a few moments when I was lazing that three other friends dropped by and forced me into getting out and taking a walk in the rain. I shrugged but they being the 'perfect' marketeers convinced me to get and walk to the nearest chaiwala for a steaming hot cup of tea. And after the initial shock of my foot getting stuck in the mud and being knee-deep in all the dirty water, it actually became fun. After than wonderfully 'perfect' time that I had, I drove back home which was even more fun. The reasons being the roads were converted to huge ponds of water and driving on those roads felt like crossing the oceans (duh!). Secondly it is really funny to see what the rain does to guys. Its like the pouring rain unleashes all the hormones that they have. The guys were actually whistling and singing - neither talents that I have witnessed earlier. It made me smile though :D
I reached home safely and scrubbed myself with Dettol, lest I catch some kind of skin infection.

All in all, it was actually one of the best days of my life. And with this I intend to sign out :)

The eyes say it all...

My first attempt at fiction, after reading numerous creative pieces by fellow bloggers!

She lay on the edge of the bed, facing the wall - thinking what went wrong and when...

He lay on the other side, having the same thoughts...

Both of them wanted the same thing - the warmth of each other's bodies close to them... A smug hug while wading away to the land of blissful dreams... But both of them were egoistic to an extent not to accept the truth...

Somewhere in the background, a marriage was proceeding with the loud music and jest of all the guests... They remembered how happy they had been on their marriage and afterwards... The honeymoon in Italy, the stealing kisses at their folk's place... How they longed for it!

And then suddenly, crash came the window of the next room... Both of them were startled and got up... He asked her to stay and went to inspect with a vase in his hand... He returned shortly and said there was nothing... That was it... That was enough to make them realise their folly... Both embraced each other lovingly, and looked at each other... Their eyes said it all... 

It is my first story... Please leave a comment and let me know how you did not/did like it!!! :)

Ahh... Summer...

Rain rain come again : these four words seem to be on every one's lips nowadays... It had rained a couple of days back but has not brought any respite... The wretched inland temperate zone weather.. No wonder the heat has claimed more than 40 lives... Air Conditioners are modes of temporary relief : the moment you step out, you are hit by the heat - not less, but more intense... And what about the millions of people who are not privileged enough to own an A.C... The heat is not going to decrease with the complaining... The key word here is Global Warming.... (for extensive reading on Global Warming, refer to Wikipedia ...)

A small effort on every one's part can converge into a behemothic effort by the entire world... Small things like switching off the lights, switching off the engine at signals, closing taps, etc. etc. is all that it takes... I remember being the only one, not only in my hostel,  but also in the entire locality to observe The Earth Hour -  which involved an hour of minimum or no current usage... Such audacity will not lead us anywhere but to our graves...

Written in public interest after a hot, sleepless night with low voltage!

A Cinderella Story

The intervals between two exams have never been so boring. Everyone has left for home, I am the only one in my group to be stuck in this town, the only who hasn’t been home for six long months. Not that I am susceptible to homesickness, but now I really am and can’t wait to get home. Meanwhile the jobless me has nothing but two, umm no three… hmmm no four things to do every day. First, watch movies and more movies by staying up the nights. Second, sleep for long hours during the day. Third, occasionally eat and fourth remove unwanted facial hair. It is as if I have jet lag but minus the travelling. And for the past few days I didn’t feel like writing, so devoted all my time to Poker - my new obsession. I made a lot of money and then lost it all. Apart from that, during today’s sleep-deprived session, I saw the movie ‘A Cinderella Story’ starring Hilary Duff and Chad Michael Murray. It is another of my favourite romantic movies with a “and they lived happily ever after” end. While watching the movie, I underwent several realisations which I thought were necessary to be penned down (or keyed down in this case).

This is a story about a guy Austin Ames whose secret ambition is to go to Princeton and become a writer but is unable to express his feelings under the pressure of keeping up to his father’s dreams and everyone else’s expectations of him. He is in love with his ‘cyber girlfriend’ from his school. They have not revealed their true identities to each other but are deep in love. 

The ‘cyber girlfriend’ is none other than Sam Montgomery who works at her stepmother’s diner (which 

had earlier belonged to her father) and also wishes to join Princeton. Both of them, as in Austin and Sam, were afraid to reveal their secret identities to the whole world. They carried on their ‘cyber relationship’ till the Halloween Dance. But as fate would have it (and also to suit the title of the movie), ‘the costumed Cinderella’ Sam had to leave before 12 midnight and dropped her phone instead of the shoe. After finding out that her ‘Prince Charming’ is actually Austin Ames – the school hunk – she gives up hopes for them being together, thinking he would never accept her. But Austin meanwhile has been searching extensively for her. Sam’s true identity is revealed just before the game in a not-very-attractive-way due to the evil plot of her step-sisters. And after this incident and a message from her father left on the diner walls, she musters up the courage to rebel against her step mother and announce to the whole world who she is and what she is made up, giving inspiration to her Prince to follow her lines. Sam found that the house and diner actually belonged to her and also that her abominable step mother had thrown away her acceptance letter from Princeton. Retrieving her authority, she made Fiona and her step-sisters work at the diner and restored the diner its original form. The movie ends with both of them leaving for Princeton together and living happily ever after.

(For a more elaborate summary of the story please refer to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Cinderella_Story).

It was indeed a pleasant story but as always, I started deliberating. One point that caught my notice that each of the lead pair portrayed a different self from what they originally were. It is not true in the case of every person on earth? Are we not continuously trying to change ourselves to match up the expectations of people other than ourselves? When have we really paid attention to what we want ourselves to be, what do we need to be happy? In today’s fast world, everything is about pleasing others- our bosses, our colleagues, our family, and the list is never ending. Even dogs, who are described as ‘eager to please everyone’, do things which makes them happy. “It is better late than never “holds true in the driving world, not in our lives. Imagine getting enlightenment at the age of say 65 and the time to put it to execution is a few more years. It’s true that it is better than never getting that knowledge but would life not be much simpler and better if the knowledge was attained at the age of 30? According to some great philosopher (me), “life is meant to be lived absolutely not relatively”, meaning being content with your own life will get you the ultimate happiness. Comparing your position, you condition won’t.

Also another thing that I realized was how badly I need a guy who is romantic, who believes in himself and also in me( as opposed to someone who doesn't) and is not afraid to show. Well it applies to me too. And also to my host of friends. It is very very important to have people around you have faith in you and will stand by you (as in the case of Sam, it was Carter).

'TRUE LOVE'

It is 4.15 in the morning and I haven't caught any sleep as usual. I tried sleeping by reading- didn't work. Then I proceeded to watch a movie -It's a Boy Girl Thing, a movie which I have watched umpteen times just because of my total love for the movie. It stars Samaire Armstrong and Kevin Zegers - both of whom I love dearly. Well this movie features in the list of my absolute favourites. It is the story about the protagonists Nell Bedworth and Woody Deane and how they embark upon a journey which starts with them hating each other and ending with them finding love in each other. The ending is actually the beginning of their relationship. It is a story involving a body swap, which in fact is the main reason for the hero and the heroine of the movie coming together.

I am an absolute sucker for romantic movies and novels. And be it any book or film, I see my reflection in the heroine of the story. Same goes with this movie(minus the body swap though!). I love the way Woody confesses his love to Nell and love the way they fall in love. Any story which has the hero and heroine madly falling in love enthrals my interest. All the romantic movies and novels end up inciting a mixture of feelings in me. For one, I feel very happy thinking about it but on the other hand, it just makes me feel how drained and empty my life is. My mind knows that there is no 'perfect' person for anyone but my heart yearns for one.

This has been the case since a very long time. And everytime I watch such movies, it makes me go crazy. Of late, this craziness has gone to such levels that I have convinced myself that my 'true' love is not in India but abroad!!!

It was a long night. I have been up since 10 hours and been doing nothing but downloading songs, randomly. And between checking the songs and downloading pictures of Paris at night, I have been through a lot of thoughts, which like the songs were random. I opened Wikipedia and read about London, thereby leading to the following links one by one(I do not remember perfectly well though):-

• The London Eye
• A few other ferris wheels all over the world
• The tallest buildings on Earth
• The Eiffel Tower
• Paris
  

And it was at Paris that I was stuck. Of late I seem to have been reading/seeing about Paris a lot. First, I read "Dancing on a Rainbow" by Barbara Cartland in which the protagonist escapes to Paris to 'check out' the guy arranged by her father for her marriage. An

d I am a die-hard romantic.

 The description of Paris totally blew me off. Secondly, I satiated myself with the sights of Paris in the movie 'The Devil wears Prada'. Thirdly, my best friend Tulika told me about her grandfather's life as as student in Paris. And many more such instances where Paris keeps coming into the picture. 

The word Paris keeps playing in my sub-conscious mind. And now I have become really desperate to go to Paris, which totally seems impossible to me in the near future. 

But Paris is not really what this post is about. I want to write down about many 'weird' changes I am going through. As a kid and a teenager, I have never shied away from attention. In fact, I believe I suffer from an insane Attention Seeking problem. But I have noticed since a few days I like retreating to my room in the hostel( which was one of the places I hated being at before a month back). I like sitting all by myself, reading a book or surfing the internet, avoiding human contact and conversations as much as possible. In fact, I hesitate to go out even when my close friends here call me. Its as if I am turning into an oyster or something, just trapping myself in a shell, except it is intentional. I am at the threshold of the 21st year of my life(I will be completing 20 years of my existence in May)...*Sob sob*... I have been through a lot of ups and downs in life, but never had I been so bent upon alienating myself from the entire world. My friends think I am crazy(which I agree I am). But the fact that they look down upon rather than appreciating it is what is making me this way I guess...

Well I am just waiting for the next 10 days after which I will enjoy my blissful reunion with my Bruno. This is a photo of my baby Bruno:-