Friday, December 30, 2011

So what is this I keep hearing about 2011 being a bad year??
How can an entire year be bad? The world I assume is full of pessimistic people.

So in this last entry of 2011, I shall very aptly jot down all important-worth mentioning-awesome things that 2011 got for me. And also awesome stuff I learnt from it...

1) Best friends are best friends and shall always remain so. We make loads of great friends but 2011 led me to understand even more that there are those certain special ones that become your family, that just are a part of you.

2) 2011 was the year of the roller-coaster. Life took me for a ride and I loooved it. The highs, the lows, the terrible, all came and left and my spirit remained as full as it ever was. I learnt that the rides last only for a while and later we just bathe in the awesome courage that got us through.

3) I have the best parents ever. 'They' say you can't choose you parents. Well then 'they' must trust the choices that the universe has made for them. 2011 also taught me how hard it is for them to handle us at times.

4) I learnt that I am bloody awesome at what I do. I got a job. I thought I will suck at it. But I was wrong. I am not just good at it but I also am better than loads who have been doing it for more time than me.

5) I learnt that I do not want to continue doing what I do for long. I enjoy it, I do. But it just isn't who I want to be. The corporate crackpot isn't my aim in life. And nor am I interested in joining the 'who will be the greatest ass licker' Race.

6) I realized that my love for arts will always drive me. I may not be an intellectual. but I don't need that kind of a definition. I am always hungry to learn more. always willing to dance more. always singing.

7) The biggest contribution of 2011 was that it taught me to let my boyfriend be. He is who he is. And people who judge him are not important enough. He is a gem, he understands me, my soul mate. He may be different but that is what I love about him. Small fights are just a part of who we are. No one can change us as a whole. No matter how hard they try.

8) I also grew up a little. Then i saw what a miserable lot other grown ups can be. So I decided that the child within me will not die. I want to be impulsive and that is the best way to be. That way you can always hear what your inner self is saying. You do not become a crazy monster tied by routine. Every day is a fresh new day and it is always beautiful. It feels like my mother's lap.

9) I made a friend who is 10 years older to me but 5 years younger at heart. She may be leaving the office but I won't let her leave my life. She is crazy and caring all at once. It is amazing how you just click with certain people without realizing how.

10) 2011 also taught me how to stand up for myself and to value my emotions. To make sure that I don't get wronged by others just because i wanted to be polite or was to scared to stand up for myself.

So you see? I justify the years glory and I am happy it was the way it was.
2012. You have a lot to live upto. But if you take me to europe... I am sorted.

Thursday, December 22, 2011


There is family, there are friends.

And then there are you guys.
And you guys definitely make it in the priority list...

I am quoting my best friend because I miss her like crazy. I miss us as a group. But her, I don't even know where to begin...

Dear Best Friend,

The Delhi Winters are just not the same without you. They are not as colourful as they are supposed to be.

I remember how you would just sway every morning to college in your bright coloured muffler and multi colored socks. How we would just sit and talk all day long and muffins were all that we needed.

I want you to call me right now and force me to bunk work for some experimental paharganj like exploration.

There is so much Delhi left to be seen with you. There is so much life left to be seen with you.
There are too many memories to be created and too many to be cherished.
Too many gossips and too many realizations.

Come home. Soon.

And since I have decided to quote you, look what I found...

A hundred interpretations later, a hundred auto rides later, a hundred (apparent) shared rajma chawal meals later, a hundred messy realisations later, a thousand broke days later, a hundred money oweing escapades later, a hundred cute, happy fetishes later, a hundred tears over significant and insignificant issues later, a hundred missed classes later, a hundred bollywood trivia questions, a hundred unsaid things later, a hundred, rude but not so much, situations later, 2 boyfriends later, many friends, a hundred acquaintances later, a hundred differences but a million weird similarities later....

we have become best friends in all senses. Needless to say I cant live without her, what I don’t have she completes for me and vice versa. We’ve moved past the getting to know each other phase, we’ve moved past the formality phase, we’ve lived through pretty much everything.

If it wasn't for you, I would never be who I am today.


Monday, December 19, 2011

Winter Rant: The first of it's own Kind

Remember This?

Well, for an entire week now, the universe has taken up the job with the KRA to prove me wrong. No seriously. Somewhere some crazy unacknowledged force is out there getting back on the world by tormenting the happiest winter person alive (me!).

Trust me it is so bad that someone like me has started blaming her astrological stars for the way things are turning out and the way they are completely (and violently) attacking my joy.

So it starts with a very simple off day when I drag my boyfriend to buy shoes using my parents' money. Sounds awesome? It did to me. But who knew what was going to follow. A week full of misery. Misery Misery Misery.

First to strike was the still-hurting-my-foot shoe bite. It was this huge, humongous, hurtful blotch on the back of my right ankle. Blotch by the way is just the way it looked. Wounded as I was physically, this shoe bite is the reason why I cannot wear a single pair of the two new set of pretty shoes I bought that day.

To make matters worse, the only time I wore one of them, despite being from an oh-so-expensive-apparently-trustworthy brand, the Velcro came off and the design tore. I mean all that pain for what?

Anyhoo, the shoes were returned. They are being sent to the company and I shall have another pair in a week. Meanwhile the shoe bite (yes it still exists, and itches) continues to annoy me day in and out.


The mysterious force was not done yet.

Two days later, boyfriend makes me wait for three hours in a Gurgaon mall and taking advantage of the location, I decide to pamper myself. So I go to this hot looking salon. I take off my rings before I get the oh-so-bloody-expensive-but-I-deserve-it manicure.

Capricorn Boy and I leave for home and some one hour later I realize that I have forgotten to wear my rings post my manicure. Since the salon was new for me and they did not do a great job, I hadn't taken their phone number. Distress. Oh life! (For information, I wear an old ruby encrusted gold ring and a pearl silver ring, which are freakishly expensive!)

Next day I drive all the way to bloody Haryana land to find my rings. Capricorn Boy (the awesome-ness that he is) lets me ride his scooty (yes that's what I have access to) till the campus gate and I very nicely park it there as we continue our quest to retrieve my rings in my car (wanted to be in the same vehicle hello!).

Two hours of driving and fretting later, as we reach the godforsaken mall, I look for my phone (an 8 effin mega pixel camera, fantastic touchscreen) only to realize that I have left it in the scooty.

And that too in the front compartment that is open (to prying eyes).

This is even before the rings have been retrieved.

To cut a long story short, several calls to the guards on duty and the phone was retrieved half an hour later. Also a small fight with the salon receptionist and the rings were restored to their former glory.

Phew. Relief!
Or was it??

The mysterious force, the very next day decides to culminate the entire revenge (of i don't know what) in one sweet and swift Swish..

On the metro station (Gurgaon yet once more. Probably jinxed one would assume...), nature calls and I have no option but to use the Public Washroom. The Indian style loo looked more hygenic and clean. The decision is made.

The loo door does not have a latch. There is no way to hold the door.

This cannot be said in any other manner.
My phone, yes the same 8 mega pixel awesome touchscreen phone, slips from my hand into the pot. Into The Pot!!!
And since it is an Indian loo, it goes straight into the drain.

Just like that.
Not to return ever.
Just like Time.
Just like broken glass.
Just like fallen rain.
It just went.

I stood there, still holding the door, and not being able to comprehend.

I called for help but no safaiwala could reach it. The long wooden cleaning device was also of no avail.

I could hear the crazy, sadistic mysterious force laughing the devil's laugh. It stood there in it's secret hiding place, omnipresent in it's pursuit and it just pointed at me and laughed it's guts out.

I finally gave up all hope of getting my precious phone back. I finally left that wretched loo. I cursed and I cursed but what good could that do to the pre-written destiny.

Today is a new day. With a beaten down old Samsung and a horrible network connection. With a fancy coat but also with old and worn to shreds floaters rejected by my sister (shoebite remember?).

It is a new day.

I hope the forces of universe are finally in deep slumber, enjoying the weather with their victory....

I so Hope with all my heart.