I looked around once more(how could i stop?).I looked once more at the patch of ground where Poopsy was buried,the sapling which we had planted on the the patch five years back had grown into an odd looking bush.I looked once more at the tree under which I had kissed Karan the one last time.I looked at the low set stone benches,now covered with moss,wich,in my time used to be the hub of all activities.I looked at the basketball court,the place where my "big fight" with Deepti had happened years back and how,in the same Basketball court,we had both sat and cried at the thought of being separated.I looked at the long curved roads all around the 19 magnificent buildings of Turf View,where I had graduated from "cycling with friends" to "walking with friends".I looked at the Shopping Centre and remembered how in my time it used to be just one old gift-cum-stationery-cum-grocery-cum-fast food shop and how Pranjana and I used to save money to eat there.I looked at the phuchkawala just outside the complex whose phuchkas I had never eaten.And finally I looked at Block no. 6.Six years of my life,spent without my dad and sister,the house where I dislocated my kneecap,lost my dog,lost my first love and found myself.And I remember how a year and a half later I came back to see my beloved house taken over by my now best friend.
"one last walk?"Dhuh asked.I nodded and went along.Why did he have to shift to a hostel.It would cut off my very last link to Turf.Ofcourse,we could come here whenever we wanted to,but we couldnt come here in the evenings-and Turf was at its beautiful best in the evenings.
"you wanna cry?"
I nodded.
"you wanna hug me?"
I nodded.
"you wanna hug me and cry?"
I nodded.
So we stood there hugging each other,me crying,him comforting.
"hey Kunn,remember this was where we first met?and this place?i was sitting here upset for Prabhleen and you came in crying for Karan?and..."
yeah...i remembered everything.every liitle memory.
"anything you wanna do one last time?"
I gave it a thought.
"uh-huh,let's go have phuchka"
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
Dis I miss my blog?sure I did!Why didn't I write then?Duh!because I am lazy!Why do I write now?Because I realised that everyone else is just like me-they like doing Orkut and Facebook during the exams when they are NOT supposed to and lose interest after that!So here I am in my world again!Bored?yes!Lovelorn?yes!Gloomy?yes!just within the last two days I got a call from my much hated ex,spent five hours walking with the person i SO wanna be with ,listening about the person HE so wants to be with,got dragged into fights between overly possessive friends,torn between being a good sister and a good daughter and failing miserably in both.
i was expecting everyday to be fun...but life's become a living nightmare.not to forget my first ever pimple bursting to burst,my braces contracting in the cold and giving me the agony o a lifetime AND the fact that the world is ending in 2012!
so?am I happy?you bet I am!My ex still wants me,i actually have a Jaane Tu kinda best friend,my friends love me enough to fight over me,my family means enough for me to TRY being good!i guess i was born an optimist....or an idiot....or both!:D
i was expecting everyday to be fun...but life's become a living nightmare.not to forget my first ever pimple bursting to burst,my braces contracting in the cold and giving me the agony o a lifetime AND the fact that the world is ending in 2012!
so?am I happy?you bet I am!My ex still wants me,i actually have a Jaane Tu kinda best friend,my friends love me enough to fight over me,my family means enough for me to TRY being good!i guess i was born an optimist....or an idiot....or both!:D
Saturday, December 6, 2008
AAAH!
There's a reason why semesters rock.It gives an odd sense of satisfaction to be able to hand over all those criticisms to the kabari waalah knowing that you will NEVER have to look at them again.also so many new story books without an occasion!jeez!and once i am over with Philosophy and that abysmallystupidlyidioticallymoronocnonsensical MassComm ,mom and dad can't even say "chhutir pore ki pora hobe,sheta ektu pore nao"...no sirrie!i art a free birdie then!i can be on the phone all day,go for movies,go for parties...oh ya!i sure as hell cant wait!
Monday, December 1, 2008
HAPPINESS IS...
To kiss a hand that will be thine.
To wear a ring which with love does shine.
To feel a raindrop on your nose.
To open your eyes and find a a rose.
To be the cause of a baby's smile.
To have Birthday gifts heaped in a pile.
To hear the birds twittering above.
To receive an embrace filled with love.
To watch giggling children in the park.
To steal some kisses in the dark.
To have a puppy lick your face.
To be a winner in a race.
To have some hot chocolate to drink.
To having to find no meaning or link.
To share a secret with a friend.
To reach a mystery story's end.
To watch your favourite team win.
To find pleasure in a sin.
To be able to freely laugh out.
To attend a concert and sing out loud.
To be petted,loved and made silly.
To feel warm even when its chilly.
To finally fulfil that crazy wish.
To be forgiven for breaking the dish.
To help a blind man cross the street.
To find your room all tidy and neat.
To find some money in the road,
then to give away to someone hungry and cold.
To burst a bubble in the air.
To blush at a flattering stare.
To love,to heal,to help,to lend,
To always be sure your troubles will end.
:)
To wear a ring which with love does shine.
To feel a raindrop on your nose.
To open your eyes and find a a rose.
To be the cause of a baby's smile.
To have Birthday gifts heaped in a pile.
To hear the birds twittering above.
To receive an embrace filled with love.
To watch giggling children in the park.
To steal some kisses in the dark.
To have a puppy lick your face.
To be a winner in a race.
To have some hot chocolate to drink.
To having to find no meaning or link.
To share a secret with a friend.
To reach a mystery story's end.
To watch your favourite team win.
To find pleasure in a sin.
To be able to freely laugh out.
To attend a concert and sing out loud.
To be petted,loved and made silly.
To feel warm even when its chilly.
To finally fulfil that crazy wish.
To be forgiven for breaking the dish.
To help a blind man cross the street.
To find your room all tidy and neat.
To find some money in the road,
then to give away to someone hungry and cold.
To burst a bubble in the air.
To blush at a flattering stare.
To love,to heal,to help,to lend,
To always be sure your troubles will end.
:)
Sunday, November 30, 2008
kyun ?
"yeh khoon ka khel kyun
yeh watan se watan ki larai kyun ?
yeh ilzam'taraishyan
yeh zeher se labay huay alfaz kyun ?
kyun apni zameen pe yeh zulum kyun
yeh khoon ka khel kyun ?
yeh watan se watan ki larai kyun ?
yeh sazaish'ein kaisi
yeh goli yeh banduk kyun ?
kyun apni zameen pe yeh zulum kyun
yeh shoor hai kaisa
yeh roonay ki awaz kyun ?
insan to sab hain to MAI aur TUM alag kyun ?
khoon to laal hota hai nah
to ajj itna sufaid kyun ?
kyun apni zameen pe yeh zulum kyun
yeh khoon ka khel kyun ?
yeh watan se watan ki larai kyun ?"
:'(
yeh watan se watan ki larai kyun ?
yeh ilzam'taraishyan
yeh zeher se labay huay alfaz kyun ?
kyun apni zameen pe yeh zulum kyun
yeh khoon ka khel kyun ?
yeh watan se watan ki larai kyun ?
yeh sazaish'ein kaisi
yeh goli yeh banduk kyun ?
kyun apni zameen pe yeh zulum kyun
yeh shoor hai kaisa
yeh roonay ki awaz kyun ?
insan to sab hain to MAI aur TUM alag kyun ?
khoon to laal hota hai nah
to ajj itna sufaid kyun ?
kyun apni zameen pe yeh zulum kyun
yeh khoon ka khel kyun ?
yeh watan se watan ki larai kyun ?"
:'(
Raj thakeray slams bjp, praises congress
Mumbai, Nov 30: MNS chief Raj Thackeray, who was silent for the last three days, on Sunday criticised the BJP for "politicising" the Mumbai terror attacks and praised Congress President Sonia Gandhi for her restraint in the past in similar circumstances.In an open letter to the Chief Minister and Deputy Chief Minister, Raj said, "The filthy politicising by L K Advani and Narendra Modi after the deaths of Marathi policemen in terror attacks shows that you have an opposition that only indulges in opportunism and exploitation of people's plight."
"This is not a time to indulge in politics. Against this backdrop, one must concede, despite political differences, that the restraint showed by Sonia Gandhi at the time of attack on the Parliament was really commendable," the MNS chief said.
Hitting out at Shiv Sena, Raj said, "Going by the inhuman and dirty writing about Karkare and his ATS in the mouthpiece of a main opposition party a few days before the attacks, it has become impossible for the police to work without fear and in objective manner."
Just before the attacks, 'Samaana' editorials had targeted Karkare and ATS for probe into the Malegaon blast case.
"But Karkare and other 13 brave Marathi policemen's martyrdom shows that terrorism is not Hindu or Muslim," Raj said.
"I urge you this is a time to govern ruthlessly. To clear out the encroaching migrants, to carry out combing without mercy," he said.
:|...bastard!
http://www.chowk.com/articles/an-indian-muslim-shoaib-daniyal.htm
spent an hour reading all the comments that followed.things aren't going really great!
spent an hour reading all the comments that followed.things aren't going really great!
Saturday, November 29, 2008
All alone on the road,a little girl cried,
Right next to the place where her mother had died.
Her mother lay there in a pool of blood-
All that was left of terrorism's flood.
Chaos!Destruction!Misery prevailed!
As Fear its face slowly unveiled.
Here-there was fire,there-debris,
Innocents were trapped and none could flee.
A husband looked frantically for his beloved bride,
Fearing her to be lost in this evil tide.
A sister called out her dear brother's name,
But he too was won over in this cruel game!
A grandmother bemoaned the children she couldn't see,
'ah!poor child!you are gone before me!'
Friend lost friend,and soul lost soul,
The spirit was left,but,with a hole.
The work ofcourse,was done 'in the name of the Lord'
Or perhaps the nation-for that too is God.
And then ofcourse,their faith is strong and cause most just!
And that's enough reason to reduce all else to dust.
So what if innocent lives end?
So what if humanity's rules bend?
So what if blood is spilled?
So what if thousands are killed?
It is always 'THE CAUSE' that must never be forgotten!
So what if e'er a thousand ills are begotten?
For the sake of 'Faith',it must be done!
So what if Peace is replaced by the Gun?
But 'Men of God', you must now beware-
Your threats and actions now fail to scare!
Soon they'll know-you're just a Fraud!
Whether you be a countryman or from abroad.
When emotions rise high,Death scares us nought!
Rather pride rises for the Brave that have fought!
Rebellion,intolerance shows on our faces,
Serenity and Life gradually embraces.
And while the assassins are condemned to hell,
Must not a sound resonate in us as well?
Don't forget countrymen,the pain that we felt!
Nor that harsh blow with which we were dealt!
Never let it just a picture in the papers be,
Or atmost a cut-up for others to see-
Of how a little girl by her dead mother had cried,
And how all around her a pool of blood had dried.
Right next to the place where her mother had died.
Her mother lay there in a pool of blood-
All that was left of terrorism's flood.
Chaos!Destruction!Misery prevailed!
As Fear its face slowly unveiled.
Here-there was fire,there-debris,
Innocents were trapped and none could flee.
A husband looked frantically for his beloved bride,
Fearing her to be lost in this evil tide.
A sister called out her dear brother's name,
But he too was won over in this cruel game!
A grandmother bemoaned the children she couldn't see,
'ah!poor child!you are gone before me!'
Friend lost friend,and soul lost soul,
The spirit was left,but,with a hole.
The work ofcourse,was done 'in the name of the Lord'
Or perhaps the nation-for that too is God.
And then ofcourse,their faith is strong and cause most just!
And that's enough reason to reduce all else to dust.
So what if innocent lives end?
So what if humanity's rules bend?
So what if blood is spilled?
So what if thousands are killed?
It is always 'THE CAUSE' that must never be forgotten!
So what if e'er a thousand ills are begotten?
For the sake of 'Faith',it must be done!
So what if Peace is replaced by the Gun?
But 'Men of God', you must now beware-
Your threats and actions now fail to scare!
Soon they'll know-you're just a Fraud!
Whether you be a countryman or from abroad.
When emotions rise high,Death scares us nought!
Rather pride rises for the Brave that have fought!
Rebellion,intolerance shows on our faces,
Serenity and Life gradually embraces.
And while the assassins are condemned to hell,
Must not a sound resonate in us as well?
Don't forget countrymen,the pain that we felt!
Nor that harsh blow with which we were dealt!
Never let it just a picture in the papers be,
Or atmost a cut-up for others to see-
Of how a little girl by her dead mother had cried,
And how all around her a pool of blood had dried.
July 1999,the news of the first Kargil casualty among those we knew reached my ears.i hugged dad and cried for a really long time and then sat and prayed to God with all the faith of a nine-year old-please please pleeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaase don't send my daddy to Kargil!God was kind,he listened.Dad's regiment was apparently not full enough!Thank God for limited Kumaoni population!
The same overwhelming feeling got to me when i saw Maj. Sandeep's mother begging her husband to let her plant one last kiss on her dead son.her baby,her only child,her pride and joy now lying wrapped up in the Indian Flag.i don't remember the last time i cried so hard for another being.
In the India-Pakistan Friendship Community on Orkut,a furious blame game is going on.Indians blaming Pakis for obvious reasons and Pakistanis defending themselves by saying India should improve her security system as well.both are right and yet both are wrong.the irony is almost too much to bear.
It's a vicious circle that refuses to end.and i doubt if we have enough brave men to fight it out till the last.
The same overwhelming feeling got to me when i saw Maj. Sandeep's mother begging her husband to let her plant one last kiss on her dead son.her baby,her only child,her pride and joy now lying wrapped up in the Indian Flag.i don't remember the last time i cried so hard for another being.
In the India-Pakistan Friendship Community on Orkut,a furious blame game is going on.Indians blaming Pakis for obvious reasons and Pakistanis defending themselves by saying India should improve her security system as well.both are right and yet both are wrong.the irony is almost too much to bear.
It's a vicious circle that refuses to end.and i doubt if we have enough brave men to fight it out till the last.
A Soldier and a Gentleman
" live by chance
love by choice
kill by profession
In case,
I die in the battle zone
Box me up n send me home
Pin those medals up my chest
Tell my mom i did my best
Sweetheart you wouldnt cry
Soldier i was; born to die"
he felt a bullet whiz past his ear.Darn!one moment of carelessness nearly cost him his life!he wiped the sweat off his forehead and moved on stealthily along the corridor.At that moment his heart skipped a beat-his friend was lying dead on the floor battered with bullets.not now,he told himself fighting back tears,there will be time for grief later.there are people to be saved,a country to be served.now is not the time to cry.just a time to kill.he moved his friend's body to somewhere safe...well as safe as could possibly be,so that further bullets do not insult his martyrdom.
He emerged from the ruins.the media rushed forward to convey the nation's gratitude.he flashed a smile looked with tired eyes into the camera and modestly replied "yeh toh hamara farz tha!"
He sat back on his way home and let the tears fall.
love by choice
kill by profession
In case,
I die in the battle zone
Box me up n send me home
Pin those medals up my chest
Tell my mom i did my best
Sweetheart you wouldnt cry
Soldier i was; born to die"
he felt a bullet whiz past his ear.Darn!one moment of carelessness nearly cost him his life!he wiped the sweat off his forehead and moved on stealthily along the corridor.At that moment his heart skipped a beat-his friend was lying dead on the floor battered with bullets.not now,he told himself fighting back tears,there will be time for grief later.there are people to be saved,a country to be served.now is not the time to cry.just a time to kill.he moved his friend's body to somewhere safe...well as safe as could possibly be,so that further bullets do not insult his martyrdom.
He emerged from the ruins.the media rushed forward to convey the nation's gratitude.he flashed a smile looked with tired eyes into the camera and modestly replied "yeh toh hamara farz tha!"
He sat back on his way home and let the tears fall.
Friday, November 28, 2008
ryt!
is it lack of motivation?not enough Complan?not enough intelligence?too much lovelornity?WHAT is it that's making me not study at all?i mean,i haven't ever been your ideal student.But i've never been this careless!in the end,a week before the exam,my emergency bell has always always saved me!all i do is sit on orkut ALL day long!i'm going at the rate of minimum 500 scraps a day!
the worst part is,i am least bothered!I don't care what the consequences would be if i do badly!ofcourse there's the jackass i have fallen for to be blamed as well.sending me messages every two seconds-"i totally love her!","i totally totally love her","i totally totally totally love her"...ALL RIGHT!POINT TAKEN!and i'm just about to yell out of frustration when another gem comes up-"no!u knw wt?i hate her!she dusnt even lemme concntr8!shweyaaa...m flunkin:("...which in short reflect my emotions as well.then he decides messages aren't enough to bug the hell out of me n so he calls:-
dhuh-hiiiiiii
me-hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
dhuh-kunn(my name...v r dhuh +kunn=dhakkan!how apt!),m feelin very bad yaar!she's not well.she was coughing so bad yesterday!
*i am immediately hit by a coughing fit-NATURAL OFCOURSE*
dhuh-what happened to you?
me-nothing
dhuh-ok...so as i was saying*i feel ready to faint*,u think i should call and ask how she's doing?will that be desperate?you know what?Nibedita told me we are perfect for each other!she probably likes me as well!cool huh?
me(crying now-this is worse than the day he told me that if he doesnt get anyone by 28,i'm his backup plan!)-ya...way to go dhuh!very cool!
dhuh-you got a blocked nose or somethin?are you sure you're ok?you dont sound so good!
*my heart melts and breaks at the same time*
me-ya!m fine.i'll call ya in the evening ok?bye!
i keep before he can respond.intelligent as i am the first poem that i attempt to study is Properzia Rossi!all the crap about "unrequited love" gets to me and i relapse into silent tears again!
sigh!
the worst part is,i am least bothered!I don't care what the consequences would be if i do badly!ofcourse there's the jackass i have fallen for to be blamed as well.sending me messages every two seconds-"i totally love her!","i totally totally love her","i totally totally totally love her"...ALL RIGHT!POINT TAKEN!and i'm just about to yell out of frustration when another gem comes up-"no!u knw wt?i hate her!she dusnt even lemme concntr8!shweyaaa...m flunkin:("...which in short reflect my emotions as well.then he decides messages aren't enough to bug the hell out of me n so he calls:-
dhuh-hiiiiiii
me-hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
dhuh-kunn(my name...v r dhuh +kunn=dhakkan!how apt!),m feelin very bad yaar!she's not well.she was coughing so bad yesterday!
*i am immediately hit by a coughing fit-NATURAL OFCOURSE*
dhuh-what happened to you?
me-nothing
dhuh-ok...so as i was saying*i feel ready to faint*,u think i should call and ask how she's doing?will that be desperate?you know what?Nibedita told me we are perfect for each other!she probably likes me as well!cool huh?
me(crying now-this is worse than the day he told me that if he doesnt get anyone by 28,i'm his backup plan!)-ya...way to go dhuh!very cool!
dhuh-you got a blocked nose or somethin?are you sure you're ok?you dont sound so good!
*my heart melts and breaks at the same time*
me-ya!m fine.i'll call ya in the evening ok?bye!
i keep before he can respond.intelligent as i am the first poem that i attempt to study is Properzia Rossi!all the crap about "unrequited love" gets to me and i relapse into silent tears again!
sigh!
Thursday, November 27, 2008
aaaaaaaaand the last one!
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ok...i totally love dez guys!
shreya -- |
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ok...i totally love dez guys!
shreya -- |
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jeez!how'd they know?????
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i wonder whr t remaining 40% is!
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ok-m gud at sumthg!so wt if only 1 person gts 2 knw it(at a tym i mean!)
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Monday, November 24, 2008
I miss the way your head would rest,
on my lap at the end of the day.
I miss the friendly wagging tail,
I miss you in every way.
I miss the silent supportive stare,
and how my troubles upon you I lay,
I miss the nudge,I miss the grudge,
I miss you every day.
I miss the sudden playful barks,
and how those eyes twinkled gay,
I miss the naughty twitching nose,
I miss you in every way.
Others wouldn't understand,
'just a dog!'they'd say.
but you know it,I know it,
just how i miss you every day.
I miss the happy furry feet,
that ran to me from far away.
I miss that greedy drooling mouth
I miss you every day.
I miss the way your ears perked up,
for every word I had to say.
I miss the fun bathing sessions,
I miss you in every way.
I miss the joyful leap of glee,
so welcome after a tiresome day.
I miss the cuddles,scratches and bites,
I miss you every day.
You were my adored teddy bear,
in dark days,my sunny ray.
it hurts to know you'll never be back
and I'll miss you in every way.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
being Shreya
woke up 830 with ma screaming her usual "tui ki uthbi?konoi ki sense of responsibility nei?ekhono kochi khuki hoye boshe thakbi?".went up groggily upto the dining table for a glass of water(to induce pressure for you know...)shared an eye-to-eye 'good morning' with dad who was listening to mom's complaints about me like a good boy!did bathroom chores checked phone for messages:
msg1-Bushy:Shreyaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!my bhabhi's a bitch!she's blackmailing me dat she'll tell mom about my bf!
my thoughts-Bushy's bf is an oversexed bastard!her bhabhi's doing the first good thing for the family since she got married!good for you bushy!
msg2-Peachy:CALL ME ASAP!!!I NEED TO SUBMIT RESUME FOR ARTICLESHIP 2DE!!!!!!!DUNNO WT 2 RYT!!!!!!!!!HEEEELLLLLP!
my thoughts-sigh!peachy wilt thou never improve?*plan a way 2 smuggle phone when mom's not looking*
msg3-dhuh:u cald yesterday?sorry i wasnt around!nthg imp no?u ok no?cl me wen possible!gt2 tl u loads!
my thoughts-yes...you were not around!and all ok except that i'm totally in love with you and you are too thick to notice!n what you got to tell me is probably about the girl u have 'recently developed feelings for'.so even though u are my best friend,i think i ll avoid calling you!
msg4-puchy:u've 4gt10 me!nt gud!
my thoughts-i'm now a changed person and do not call friends who don't bother to grace my unrecieved calls with even a missed call
msg5-Kiran M Patil:a shayari dat made me wanna throw up!
my thoughts-your name has three initials,your hair is parted in the middle and i had slapped you for pestering my friend.GET.OVER.IT.
dad comes to kiss me goodbye.(he left for Delhi dis morn)I take up Don Juan and make a brave attempt to read it.creep from study table to bed on pretext of backache.fall asleep.mom enters the room(i quickly prop myself up and innocently pretend to have been studying all along.mom's not fooled.or impressed).she declares she's going saree shopping for my cousin's wedding.i inwardly rejoice!mom leaves @10 after a long list of dos and donts.i reach for the phone and call peachy.we talk for two hours (half an hour on the resume).next i call dhuh.talk for one and half hour.he keeps after saying "promise you'll call in the evening?" i promise with a bursting feeling behind my ribs.i realise its lunchtime.wake up didi(she had a night shift).lterally catch her by the scruff of her nightsuit and direct her to the dining table.i love this sort of a role reversal.i serve her lunch.chatter away so she can keep her eyes open atleast while eating.finish lunch.tuck the baby back to bed and get back to calling friends in need.speak to Bushy for 1/2 hour (my phone is free btw,the Govt foots the bill).solve all her family troubles.get a call from Dipdop who cries her heart out about her boyfriend who is now in Singapore.comfort her.this call is quick because its STD!sit on the net.orkut till 5 and then decide to call college friends.call moo.moo calls diggums.diggums calls ankie.we all yap together in conference not making much sense of what the other person is saying.they refuse to talk about my (non-existent)love life,i refuse to talk about studies.they refuse to get together and catch a movie,i refuse to flock together to the library.talk on senselessly till 6.mom arrives.hurriedly keep phone.she looks murderous because she had been trying to call on the landline all day.as had been the driver.as had been 20 other relatives.i can think of only one word-shit!
sit at my studytable and pick up Tess.feel sad about not being able to call Dhuh.Didi leaves at 10.mom and i have a quiet dinner(she's too angry,i'm too scared).then we realise how long it's been since we had dinner like this.just me and mom.the six years we spent only with each other-when dad was out fighting terrorists and didi was out being wooed by her soon to be hubby.get quite sentimental!those were the days.watch t.v together for some time till mom falls asleep(after a tedious day of saree shopping).i go back to doing sinful things like orkut and calling Dhuh!
msg1-Bushy:Shreyaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!my bhabhi's a bitch!she's blackmailing me dat she'll tell mom about my bf!
my thoughts-Bushy's bf is an oversexed bastard!her bhabhi's doing the first good thing for the family since she got married!good for you bushy!
msg2-Peachy:CALL ME ASAP!!!I NEED TO SUBMIT RESUME FOR ARTICLESHIP 2DE!!!!!!!DUNNO WT 2 RYT!!!!!!!!!HEEEELLLLLP!
my thoughts-sigh!peachy wilt thou never improve?*plan a way 2 smuggle phone when mom's not looking*
msg3-dhuh:u cald yesterday?sorry i wasnt around!nthg imp no?u ok no?cl me wen possible!gt2 tl u loads!
my thoughts-yes...you were not around!and all ok except that i'm totally in love with you and you are too thick to notice!n what you got to tell me is probably about the girl u have 'recently developed feelings for'.so even though u are my best friend,i think i ll avoid calling you!
msg4-puchy:u've 4gt10 me!nt gud!
my thoughts-i'm now a changed person and do not call friends who don't bother to grace my unrecieved calls with even a missed call
msg5-Kiran M Patil:a shayari dat made me wanna throw up!
my thoughts-your name has three initials,your hair is parted in the middle and i had slapped you for pestering my friend.GET.OVER.IT.
dad comes to kiss me goodbye.(he left for Delhi dis morn)I take up Don Juan and make a brave attempt to read it.creep from study table to bed on pretext of backache.fall asleep.mom enters the room(i quickly prop myself up and innocently pretend to have been studying all along.mom's not fooled.or impressed).she declares she's going saree shopping for my cousin's wedding.i inwardly rejoice!mom leaves @10 after a long list of dos and donts.i reach for the phone and call peachy.we talk for two hours (half an hour on the resume).next i call dhuh.talk for one and half hour.he keeps after saying "promise you'll call in the evening?" i promise with a bursting feeling behind my ribs.i realise its lunchtime.wake up didi(she had a night shift).lterally catch her by the scruff of her nightsuit and direct her to the dining table.i love this sort of a role reversal.i serve her lunch.chatter away so she can keep her eyes open atleast while eating.finish lunch.tuck the baby back to bed and get back to calling friends in need.speak to Bushy for 1/2 hour (my phone is free btw,the Govt foots the bill).solve all her family troubles.get a call from Dipdop who cries her heart out about her boyfriend who is now in Singapore.comfort her.this call is quick because its STD!sit on the net.orkut till 5 and then decide to call college friends.call moo.moo calls diggums.diggums calls ankie.we all yap together in conference not making much sense of what the other person is saying.they refuse to talk about my (non-existent)love life,i refuse to talk about studies.they refuse to get together and catch a movie,i refuse to flock together to the library.talk on senselessly till 6.mom arrives.hurriedly keep phone.she looks murderous because she had been trying to call on the landline all day.as had been the driver.as had been 20 other relatives.i can think of only one word-shit!
sit at my studytable and pick up Tess.feel sad about not being able to call Dhuh.Didi leaves at 10.mom and i have a quiet dinner(she's too angry,i'm too scared).then we realise how long it's been since we had dinner like this.just me and mom.the six years we spent only with each other-when dad was out fighting terrorists and didi was out being wooed by her soon to be hubby.get quite sentimental!those were the days.watch t.v together for some time till mom falls asleep(after a tedious day of saree shopping).i go back to doing sinful things like orkut and calling Dhuh!
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
I really don't understand this.I never imagined i could ever say-'life sucks'.But here I am.The reason?my friends.I mean-WOW!The only times i was ever upset over a friend was when there was a fight.And these phases always ended with warm hugs and sincere apologies.Things seem SOOOOOO different now.Everything seems to scream out- i really have become a doormat.Complete transformation.Close friends have gone so far away,and new friends have come so close.perhaps i expect too much,but then don't I have the right to?I don't think I am drowning in self pity.I am too critical of myself to know when I am doing that.It's just that bonds seem to have cooled down,and i am tired of trying to stretch the relationships all by myself.So,I'm finally buying myself a spine and adding the long since required selfishness into my attitude.I just hope i don't hate myself for it.
Friday, October 3, 2008
hey JUDE!
life can be a bitch sometimes!i am trying to be excited about the holidays...i really am...but somehow i can't help thinking that minus the JUDE ledge and the E.D bunking and the leg-pulling,the pujo is gonna be a bummer!!!i mean...it sounds wierd but college is exciting!!!n home is not!!!waaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!
Thursday, October 2, 2008
sometimes i think i don't appreciate my family enough.i mean,here i was throwing a tantrum about how i am the only girl in my friendcircle whose puja shopping got over in 2 days!just when dad was about to give me a severe lecture on my behaviour,i stomped out of their room,banged my door shut and slumped myself on my bed.imagine my emotions when,while chasing an ant,i found a beautiful pair of marieclare shoes under my bed for me!i could burst with excitement at that moment had i not been so overly shameful about my behaviour.then just as i entered the abandoned room again,ready to apologise,i saw my sister's shopping spread all over the bed.i counted as fast as i could.there was 13 tops,1 pair of leggings,1 pair of jeans,3 capris,8 suits(3 more are lying with the tailor) and a dress!now i love my sister.a lot.but this i was not ready for.neither apparently was my family.mom tried quickly to wrap it up-a herculian task really!my sister looked rightly apologetic and dad cleared his throat-"we are going shopping!now!we can buy as many clothes as you want!from anywhere!" now when someone requests so sincerely,i simply must relent!so out i went on a blissful shopping spree!really...pujos should come more than once a year!
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
'ere goes nothin'
ah!me very own blog!n me very first post!an entry into my own domain!watch out!don't scalp thyself!
Saturday, February 2, 2008
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