“Marry”- Go-Round -2, The one with all the happiness!

K is back!! After a 2 week hiatus and a whole lot of developments she’s back with a whole lot of news.

Ok getting to the story,

FOB convinces FOBF to convince K (it’s a vicious convincing cycle), K who never gets hassled by all these bacchhu threats gets shook up by one line FOBF tells her “MOB has told, Get any GG, making K agree is my responsibility”. (If you know MOB well, you should be shuddering now) K is in office when this happens and she rides back home like a crazy woman in an intent to bare all to MOB (which is a huge task! Given that MOB is super duper duper strict and not to mention a ‘potential terror’)

K reaches home, pre-occupied with thoughts about how to face MOB and actually reveal that she will and only will marry Boxer. MOB opens the door…. And voila! She is probably in the happiest mood that K has ever seen her in 24yrs! (Yes, the unrealistic movie masala unfolds) She is making Gujjias (kadabus) because K loves them. (sigh) Now how can K wipe off that once in lifetime appearing meteor-like smile on MOB’s face? K suppresses her secret and is talking all happy and gay to MOB. Now BOB (my rock) is continuously encouraging me and giving me the eyeballs to break the news to MOB. K walks into the kitchen which is filled with the aroma of hot Gujjias, she opens her mouth to start the topic, then she sees the pan of boiling oil on the stove and decides otherwise. By now FOB arrives. K is dying of heart twisting pain. The damn secret has to be told! Boxer is texting K and increasing the pressure. The Gowda family now sits down for the ritualistic dinner (where FOB watches TV, K reads newspaper, BOB texts people and MOB is lost in devious plan making) anyways, dinner is done. The secret is still not out. BOB decides K is good for nothing and decides to go to bed. K is reading the paper but does not know what she is reading. Finally the cat has to be out of the bag. The pressure is building. K will explode if she holds it in any longer. She can now hear screaming in her head (aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! Tell the damn thing!!!) at this point, she puts the paper down and asks MOB and FOB one straight question “So, what have you guys decided about my marriage?” (stand up and applaud people, it takes courage to do that in front of MOB) FOB and MOB have their foreheads twisted in a knot and with a look that is shooting daggers at K! (BOB has already cleared the surrounding for sharp objects which can be thrown at K) MOB is surprisingly quite, like a hungry lioness waiting to pounce at the right time. Whereas FOB acts like the Lion that is already devouring his prey! (For people who know “dad” that’s a shocker! Because I am apparently still “Daddy’s lil’ princess” on whose whims and fancies daddy’s world still runs) anyways, being a lawyer's daughter K gives a lot of credit to herself that she’s pretty darn good at arguing. But, my o my FOB turns out to be a super duper lawyer! He actually shut K’s mouth about everything even though K valiantly fought through the entire battle. K’s only comeback was “I am marrying only Boxer”. After a 3 hr long fight and retaining status-quo , the Gowda family retires to bed.

Sunday came and went. Still no sign of GG.

Oh wait a minute, this is where I sing

“Woh Gawar mera woh Gowda mera, Nahi aaya milne ko…

Cham cham cham ke meri bindiya, u dud gayi nindiya ho…”

Then, the eerily silence.

MOB stops talking to K (Expected. K is still alive, so that’s a good thing)

After a couple of days of being extra nice and over nice to her parents K decides, enough is enough and stops talking to them too. Now, FOB cannot bear to not talk to K. he thinks,thinks and thinks some more and then one final day, he calls K and tells her “Call his (Boxer) parents home” (K is tripping and fumbling and doing paltis in her mind) K goes mad with happiness! And decides to get Boxer’s parents home that Sunday! K and Boxer are overjoyed!!! No one ever expected that things would fall into place so easily! (a lil masala never hurts) but one clause, Boxer has to give his horoscope for matching! Ha ha ha! Boxer immediately finds his horoscope and gives it to K who inturn gives it to FOB. Now for the best part. The next 2 days are spent in K and Boxer googling online vedic horoscope matching websites to check compatibility!(ha ha ha ha ha ha, I am laughing so hard) Boxer who is this typical “I-Hate-Anything-To-Do-With-God-Or-Beliefs” kind of guy was actually heard telling K “Hey, try this http://www.vedicscholar.com/matchhoro.php this works well, we scored 34 on 36 (ha ha ha ha ha ha, yes, we actually did!) after all this drama and eagerly waiting for Sunday’s episode, Boxer and K went shopping for a new shirt, discussed the most decent hairstyle to look presentable (he has spikes) and decided his beauty regimen of shaving and scrubbing (I will get killed for this).

Sunday came and went. Still no sign of Boxer. (Apparently, Sunday was a bad day with no moon so he was asked not to come)

Now K sang,

“Woh pyaar mera woh Boxer mera, Nahi aaya milne ko…

Cham cham cham ke meri bindiya, u dud gayi nindiya ho…”

K started to wonder if this was all an eye wash to get K into being gullible. Tension, fear and disappointment prevailed…

And finally on this fateful day, an unsuspecting K comes home from gym to find boxes and boxes of jewellery lying on the bed and MOB hovering around it contemplating. K enters the room and asks what’s going on, FOB tells, choose what jewellery you want for your wedding. We have agreed to get you married to Boxer!!! (Now you can stand up and applaud) MOB has a-g-r-e-e-d!! She finally has!! And this Sunday Boxer’s parents are coming home. I hope I don’t have to sing again…!

K cannot write because of all the happy tears fogging her eyes right now. Yes, she is happy. VERY happy. As happy as she could be for the first time in 24yrs!

Anyways, If you are thinking, the masala and tadka was missing in K’s and Boxer’s story, well, you dunno what conspired for 12 years, do you? There was enough masala to make you laugh and cry for a really long time.

P.S: It’s true when people say:

Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why people are so cynical about it. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don't risk anything, you risk even more.”

“Marry”- Go-Round -1, The one with the open secret.

I happened to read somewhere,

Marriage can give one the deepest, happiest moments of life. And that's one of the reasons God created it. It was part of God's "Happiness Plan."

 

Oh, Really? “Happiness Plan”? Are you kidding me? You have to be here to know the actually nauseous pain and suffering caused by Love, marriage and the whole baggage that comes with it.

Now that I’ve blurted out my gyan, let me give you some deep insights into my “love-life” (grinning are you? Wait till I get to the good part)

Anyone who knows me, will also know I am committed to Boxer from as-long-as-I-can-remember. And not to add, anyone, I emphasize “a-n-y-o-n-e” who knows me, also knows Boxer and his dil-se-dil-ka connection with me. His family (including his dog I gifted), School teachers, schoolmates, my neighbors, his neighbors, sabziwala’s near my house, college bus driver, my college principle, lecturers, college mates, all my relatives, all his relatives (ok, hope you are getting the point here, every soul who knows me, knows Boxer) and in all this melee I never realized over 12 odd years that my parents had no idea!!  Now for the “Meet-the-parents” (Not Boxer, you guys, my so-called-readers) my parents belong to the sitting-the-fence category. They are super chilled about their daughter staying out late, enjoying, wearing what she wants, no restrictions blah blah, but when the topic of “love- marriage” is broached (imagine thunder and lightning!) they are all up in arms against it! Phew! There you go, you thought our love story was all hunky-dory!

The story until now:

Characters:

K: Me, Boxer, MOB: Mother of Bride, FOB: Father of Bride, BOB: Brother of Bride, FOG: Father of Groom, MOG: Mother of Groom, SOG: Sister of Groom, FOBF: Father of Bride’s Friend, Shwe: K’s Friend

Location: Bangalore

(*Screen goes up*)

K goes off on a gala trip for 2 yrs to do a residential MBA. Boxer is in Google-Hyderabad playing around for those 2 yrs. Now all this while, no one knows that K’s parents are jumping with joy that their super pampered daughter is actually fending for herself, turning over a new leaf and basically getting all ready for the big “Gowda” wedding! (Ha ha ha ha ha, sorry I couldn’t help laughing!) K meanwhile is waiting for Boxer to relocate to Bangalore (which he did and I am sooooooooo happy he did). Once Boxer comes back to Bangalore, K is all overjoyed. Happy times are back again. So K and Boxer are all happy living and loving in their own lil’ world. Road trips, shopping, vacations…

Do you all have smiles on your faces thinking of the happy couple?

Enter the MOB (in the voice of “Enter the dragon”)

One fateful day K leaves an IPod full of photographs at home. The very very suspicious MOB checks it and finds loads and loads of pictures of K and Boxer! The cat is out of the bag! And believe me the MOB does not like the Cat! She wants to actually squash the cat under her feet! Unsuspecting K returns home after meeting Boxer that evening (*blush*) and there it is! The 12 year developed bomb has finally been dropped!

You think K was scared and upset? No! K was amazingly happy!! The IPod did the difficult bit “Telling the parents”!! Now for the detailing, FOB takes K to the terrace to apparently talk her out of it. (Yeah dad, your 1 hr of gyan will brainwash my 12 yrs of love conditioned brain! Try me) FOB gives up the gyan bit. He then decides to take matters into his hands.

Now for the cruel planning of MOB and FOB: To marry K off to some “rich” filthy, bloody chappal-with-formal-pants wearing Gowda! (Ha ha ha ha, sorry I couldn’t help it again) FOB thinks if K happens to “meet” atleast one wannabe Gowda, she will change her mind. K thinks if FOB happens to meet Boxer atleast once, he may atleast try changing his mind.

Now, enter FOBF.

(Background: Shwe is a dear dear friend. Who’s parents are totally liberal and don’t mind her marrying anyone. The only condition being he should be a guy. That loser anyway has chosen the “arranged marriage” route. That’s a different story altogether. Now Shwe’s dad (FOBF) and K’s dad are great friends)

FOB now takes the help of FOBF to brainwash K. He coaxes FOBF to have a "personal” talk with K to talk her out of marrying Boxer.

FOBF meets K. K manages to convince FOBF about Boxer (it dint take much effort). Now FOBF tries to convince FOB about boxer. FOB is enraged! (so predictable dad!) he decides to take matters into his own hands now (the matter keeps slipping away from his hands you see) FOB has chosen some rich Gawar Gowda (let’s call him GG) to come home and see K in a week! (That will be another hilarious post!) Boxer is eagerly waiting for GG to plan to come to see me. No no, this time Boxer won’t be whacking the shit of out anyone, he wants to see K do it ;) ha ha ha!

That’s it for Marry-Go-Round-1 folks. Round 2, next week…

Till then pray K’s household retains its sanity!

P.S: MOB is the hero (anti-hero) of this story, but all this is happening behind her back. She has no idea. When she does, well… (Thunder and lightning!)

Disclaimer: My colleague who proof read this said I sound like “parent-hater” NO I AM NOT!! I love my parents, A LOT. Just that I love Boxer too. Iss ishq ka dard zara samjha karo.. papi duniya!

Raindrops on Roses and....

Ok!! (*huff, puff! panting!) I have got to get this out of my system! Now! i wrote this post without this paragraph a couple of minutes back, but given the fact that I saw 2 of the most beautiful dogs(Great Danes) made me rush all the way back home to write this. I Looooooooooooooooooooooove dogs (the oooooooo's qualify for the intensity of my "love") and these were the 2 most amazingly HUGE dogs I have ever seen... Ok keeping everything aside, I just wish I have like 10 dogs prancing about in the house (greedy, yes I am) but something in my heart just melts when I see dogs. So there you go. DOGS. First on my "Few-of-my-favorite-things-list".

Riding Bikes. It’s an amazing feeling to be able to just sit on your bike and zoom off to your destination (however unfavorable- like, office) the wind that blows through your hair and you just cruise along on the road. Lost in thoughts (some “me” time). Bullets will always hold a special place in my life. Not because Boxer owns one (and is insanely obsessed with it, he calls it Julie! And sings songs for “her”, cheesy fellow) but just for the sheer feeling of awesomeness you feel only when you sit on a bullet. I want to ride it. All day. Every day.

The color blue. And not just any shade. Only sky blue. I know, I know, the sky’s blue changes shades all the time. But the one shade I am referring to is the bright light blue, almost like powder blue? The kind of blue the sky used to be in April, after winter is long gone, and summer is yet to set in. No, I won’t say spring and all; India has three seasons only apparently. The blue which is visible from between the very bright white clouds, at around 10 in the morning.

Beaches, yes. And when I say beaches, I don’t indirectly mean vacation. I just mean beaches. The vast expanse of the sea, which makes you look like a non-entity, humbles you almost, like they say? And waves, the very sound of them. Rhythmic in its own way. Sitting on the sand, guessing how high the next wave would be. Watching small fishing boats far inside the waters. Walking on the sand, letting the waves just about reach your feet. Or letting go altogether, allowing the waves to splash you all over, not minding the sand deposits in the clothes for once.

And Rain. Cloudy weather, cool breeze, the roar of thunder every once in a while. And the constant pitter-patter of rain drops. Watching the rain from the safe confines of your balcony, while sipping hot tea. Or just listening to the sound of rain, while wrapped in cozy blankets, a book in hand. Or getting drenched in it, is still a no-no. (I apparently hate the rain, although this hate has been reduced considerably because of Boxer and his great thrill in getting drenched in the rain. I of course diligently agree to get drenched with him each time because of the “love” u see.)

Blue Berry Muffin! The exclamation mark is to mark its special importance, I ate it on my bday (lovingly fed by my boxer) and I am hooked! I can’t seem to get over it, I like it even better that any chocolate in the world (I know I know, it’s almost like I am cheating on chocolates) my o my, how great are Muffins from Costa! ha ha, totally random but i also LOVE Masala Dosas! It is my comfort food. I can eat Masala Dosas for Breakfast, Brunch, Lunch, Evening snack, Dinner and mid-night snack (give a chance). Boxer took me to practically all the best places to eat Masala Dosas when we were you know, in the doopey-loopey lovey dovey stage ;) we still are, but the bloody gymming is sitting in the way!

Oh, and Books. Lots of them, colorful, pretty, bright books. Not necessarily only when I am reading them. They can be just there. That’s good enough. Like, book shops? Neatly stacked, rows and rows of band new, shiny books. Reading excerpts, checking out comments, picking and choosing what you finally want. And then piling it on the ever growing stack at home. And thinking which one to go for next. Of course I intend to finish them all. Someday.

Shopping too. Ok, before you roll your eyes and say ‘Women!’, I am not talking clothes, bags, shoes alone. Obviously, those too. But planned shopping in general is what this is about. Even if it is groceries. Yeah, go ahead, laugh. Making a list, driving down, ticking things off the list. And picking things not in the list; can be anything, an extra pair of shoes, or a bag of oats or skimmed milk. Like that.

And of course, music. The tracks you heard for the first time and liked immediately? Or the ones which took a long time to grow upon you, but once they did, they hung on for longer than many others. Or the very rare ones which you hated initially, but grew to love for other reasons. And those, which remind of you of a certain day, or event, or place or person, and bring a smile on the face. And sometimes, tears too.

P.S: And lo! I am feeling better already! That song makes so much sense, I tell you ;)

New bouts of Narcissism - Part 1 ;)

Ten HOWS:

1. How did you get one of your scars? From an accident! A real one! Ok, I wanted to save lil’ puppies near my house from the rain, so I came up with this brilliant idea of moving a huge granite slab to block the rain water (phew! That was a ghastly idea, believe me!) And then, I pulled out the heavy slab and it fell with a large thud! Smashing my ankle underneath… so after 1 whole month of bed rest and a fractured leg and soooo much of Chocolate ice-cream, I have a scar on my right leg. Pretty cool one though ;)
2. How did you celebrate your last birthday? Threw a tantrum because I needed a haircut and when I reached the parlor does-not-cut-well lady was there, so I had to spend my bday with oily uncut shabby hair drawn into a bun. Acted like a big sissy while getting my bday gift from Mr. Boxer. Then went to my school friend’s place who hosted lunch. And we had drinks and danced and made merry till late evening. Thanks Mr. Boxer I had a wonderful bday... oh yeah, the no-haircut didn’t bother me at all.
3. How are you feeling at this moment? Lousy. Very lousy.
4. How did your night go last night? Sleepless. Bitter (Boxer, marry me!)
5. How did you do in high school? Geekily well, I must admit
6. How did you get the dress you’re wearing? A Blue top from Cotton world! Chic :)
7. How often do you see your best friend(s)? Every day.
8. How much money did you spend last month? Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
9. How old do you want to be when you get married? I want to get married now! This instant!
10. How old will you be at your next birthday? One year older than my bday this year (aha, smart I am ;) )

Nine WHATS:

1. Your mother’s name? What is this bias? Why do you not want my father’s or brother’s name? Why? Tell me now.
2. What did you do last weekend? Lazing around watching the pouring JAL cyclone, which drowsed all my plans for the weekend in its pitter patter!
3. What is the most important part of your life? Every part of my life is important. Hello. Ok, honestly there are some elements we can scrape off, but we’ll ignore their existence for now
4. What would you rather be doing? I would actually be doing the exact same thing, doing this tag, but I would have loved it if it was back home, with my feet under a blanket and the TV playing some random music or a weird movie from the 90s.
5. What did you last cry over? Wow, I am actually having to think. This is a first. I think I really cried-cried when I broke my Mom’s finger, accidently.(what do you think I am? Evil? Ok, agreed but not so much! Get off my back now!)
6. What always makes you feel better when you’re upset? Mr. Boxer. A call from him abusing all those who bugged me. And yes, some good music.
7. What’s the most important thing you look for in a significant other? The ability to handle me. Oh that’s one big thing to ask for!
8. What are you worried about? Marriage. period
9. What did you have for breakfast? Today, Oats. Yesterday, Oats. The day before, Oats. Yes I eat Oats every single day. (Have you seen me lately? Loser)

Eight YOUS:

1. Have you ever had your heartbroken? I guess yes!
2. Have you ever done something outrageously dumb? Do you even need to ask! Gah! Obviously. Actually, a lil’ too often!
3. Have you ever been back stabbed by a friend? No, not by anyone who I would call a true friend. Touch wood.
4. Have you ever had sex on the beach? *Rolling my eyes* Even if I did, I really doubt I would announce it here.
5. Have you ever dated someone younger than you? Nope.
6. Have you ever read an entire book in one day? Yes. A number of times.
7. Have you had someone loopey-doopey in love with you? *Blush*
8. Have you hit your sibling and made him/her bleed? NO! Ok technically the bleeding was bcz of the accidental door slam on his finger. (I am accidentally in situations when things like this happen! Ok, fine. Go ahead and judge me!)

Seven WHOS:

1. Who was the last person you saw? Saw? I can see my whole team in front of me.
2. Who was the last person you texted? Mr. Boxer.
3. Who was the last person you hung out with? Mr. Boxer. (No, I don’t stalk him)
4. Who was the last person to call you? The Boxer, to tell me that he had a good workout at the Boxing gym. And to ask about mine.
5. Who did you last hug? My Boxer, awwwwwwwww!
6. Who is the last person who texted you? My Client. Send me the PWD tracking number! (I sent it last evening, check your mail. Loser)
7. Who was the last person you said “I love you” to? Choco (my dog) he looked all worried that I was leaving late to office today.

Six WHERES:

1. Where does your best friend(s) live? 5 mins away.
2. Where did you last go? Parking lot.
3. Where did you last hang out? R.T.Nagar juice shop. ;)
4. Where do you go to school? Where ‘do I’ or ‘did I’. I don’t go to school anymore. I did go to school in R.T.Nagar.
5. Where is your favorite place to be? This will sound cheesy ;)
6. Where did you sleep last night? On my bed. Yes, I know, unbelievable.

Five DOS:

1. Do you think anyone likes you? I am very modest, can’t answer such questions, really.
2. Do you ever wish you were someone else? Nope! Oh I do wish I was the head of my office, so that I could fire certain people! Yeah!
3. Do you know the muffin man? Yeah, we are good friends.
4. Does the future scare you? No, I look forward to it, so much to do!
5. Do your parents know about your blog? I bug them enough already. Blog too? Nah.

Four WHYS:

1. Why are you best friends with your best friend? I am just glad I am. So I am not analyzing this.
2. Why did you get into Blogging? Because, I ran out of people who would listen to all the crap and cribbing I do. Here no one cares, so I’m cool ;)
3. Why did your parents give you the name you have? Because it was short and nice. And because they needed something from K. (don’t ask why)
4. Why are you doing this survey? So that the world is enriched by getting to know someone so awesome. Oh freak, too much of Barney Stinson.

Three IFS:

1. If you could have one super power what would it be? Oh, Boxer and I have got this sorted out. I get “invisibility” and he gets…. Hmmmm… who cares, nothings cooler than “invisibility”!
2. If you could go back in time and change one thing, would you? I actually, nothing. Which is very surprising. This tag is making me realize things I never knew, man, I am enlightened.
3. If you were stranded on a deserted island and could bring 1 thing, what would you bring? Boxer. Then we will make Toddy off the coconuts there, catch fish, fry them, and have a lifelong party!

Two would you EVERS:

1. Would you ever get back together with any of your ex’s if they asked you? I am not even qualified to answer this question. Ex.’s? Really?
2. Would you ever shave your head to save someone you love? If it saves them, then yes! Plus, I have come to realize that one can look uber-cool with a shaved head. You just need the right attitude. And a nice, round head.

One last question:

1. Are you happy with your life right now? Such a philosophical end to this tag. Happiness is but, a state of mind. I can go on and on like this, but my point is, I seriously doubt someone would sit through this whole tag, write all this stuff, and then say, he or she is unhappy with his life. I mean, if I were, I would be passing trollish comments on others blogs, saying they have nothing better to do in life than these long tags. So yes, I am happy, very happy, thank you very much. And yes, Touch wood.

Despair has its own calms...

Work is something that’s total fun and at the same time ass-whopping hectic. I almost feel like a caged tiger or tigress (based on my level of aggression according to the situation) tamed by some ring master!
Were it possible, I would acquire a sharp set of canines and bite all the “people” I don't like. I think Dracula has it easy. Real easy. To fly and to crawl and to disappear in puffs of smoke, it seems the kind of life worth having. You own an empty castle in Romania filled with antiques and libraries and statues of frozen bats and things, and get to live with wolves and bite people. Dracula has it so easy it's frustrating.

P.S: Then a dog began to howl somewhere in a farmhouse far down the road, a long, agonized wailing, as if from fear… I am Dracula, and I bid you welcome…. Spooky….

Potpourri

Nope… Not happening. Come on you promised you would write regularly. I’ve to feed the dog. I can’t write, no mood. Put your heart to it, ok at least try. I am hungry. There is nothing called “try”, either you do it or you don’t and right now I don’t feel like at all! I want to listen to that song from Jogger’s Park.  Oh god it’s Sunday! I’ve got work tomorrow! Green tea is the way to go. Ok chuck it. Do what pleases you. I have to add a new playlist, the old one, well… got old. Ok I feel like writing now.

Phew! You have no idea what it is like to have Multiple Personality Disorder. Confessions of a peaceful soul.

Coming back. There is so much to talk about, that I will need so much more time to channelize all of it!

The week was madness, in most of the aspects. Madness born out of sheer boredom! Work is exhausting, workplace, don’t even get me started on that. Gym keeps me sane and drives me nuts ,all at the same time. Weekend? Blah!

Ok cribbing time’s done.

Actually it’s nice that my office is soooooooooooooooooooooooo far away from home (11kms qualifies for the extra vowels in my so) my love for riding eases the pain of the stupid traffic and the atrocities of my dear moronic fellow riders. Back at work is like being in a Bollywood movie. My office has everything in it, drama, action, comedy and tragedies from time to time. We have a brilliant cast who out do their own performances each time! The characters are handpicked from  what I suspect a Brazilian circus. More on that some other time.

Coming to the ride to and from office, I listen to music while I ride. It keeps me sane and keeps my road rage in check and ensures a pleasant ride and a smiling face when I get off at my destination. On this particularly miserable day, I decided to add a new playlist. Then started my eventful ride. After a series of besura songs, my music player suddenly decides to play “Koi jab tumhara hriday tod de” a super duper depressing and insanely slow song! Ugh! What are the chances! And to kill my boring day, I googled the song to learn that it was from Purab se Pachim 1970 haunting me on a stupid October morning of 2010! And you should know the interesting part, I let the songs play anyway! And thus they rolled on, one by one, making a beautiful bhelpuri out of my burned out brain.

So the remaining of the week was spent in cribbing a little more, waiting for Mr. Muscles to come back, cooking, window shopping, obsessing about my hair, annoying lizards, battling a ravaging fever (so dramatic), solving super interesting office issues, refusing birthday cakes and a wee bit of soul searching.

As the week passed on, I kneaded some sense into myself. Decided to give myself a break. So what did I do? Well, I wrote this blog. That’s how interesting life’s been.

P.S: Oh! I almost forgot… I need a freaking break.

Ramblings..

Ok, enough is enough! I have been through this and given up!! I cannot write amazingly perfect blogs which make perfect sense and give a damn! This is about me! I have decided this blog will be my sanctuary, it will be the place i will write n scribble when I am feeling sad or happy or nostalgic or crabby or plain intelligent :)

I have decided I will blog reallly regularly! lets keep tab now, its high time!

So welcome once again... Lets start over..

P.S: It's going to be one helluva ride :)

Walking on egg shells...

Once in a while it is okay to accept that things are not going to work the way you want them to. It doesn’t mean that you haven’t tried enough, because if you hadn’t, then you were in your own way, somewhere at the back of your head, sure that things would not work out at the end of the day. In which case, it wouldn’t matter much either. But that is not the case. The fact of the matter is that you’ve worked so hard to make it better, or atleast stay the way it is, that seeing it get worse with each moment hurts. In fact, it more than just hurts, it is practically unbearable.

Very often, you just assume things can’t go wrong. You make things which were meant to be a small part of your life, a predominant factor governing it. And then, marvel at how wondrous life is. You look at others, who struggle to make things work and feel sorry for them. But one fine day, your own wondrous assumptions start sounding unreal, and when things start to change, you are startled! ‘This cannot be true! I have given it all I had, and this, I was sure was going well! Then how the hell did it not?’ And then you try to grapple and grab at what is left, trying to get it back to atleast a bit of what it was. At times you succeed. But at times you don’t. More often than not, you’re left with bits and pieces, which when you closely observe, are just not the same. And for all you know, will never be.

A whole load of people say crap like, it takes a great deal of courage and perseverance and bullshit, to finally begin to see the right in something. I respectfully disagree, because the only time a person actually changes and begins to see the right in things, is when he wants to.

One miserable, horrible weekend is all it took, to ease that ever high on psychoness (yeah, it’s my patented word) mind of mine. Realized, how you can deceive your stupid mind and feed it the fodder of nonsense but it will still shut up and listen to your heart when time comes.

Once in a while, it is much easier to squash those egg shells beneath your feet, wash it all away, and start afresh. Once in a while, it is okay to let go. Because this time, holding back is not an option.

P.S: I agree, I can’t hate or hurt. I love my life, the people in it and all the baggage they come with :)

Te Amo...

It’s not been long since I told you how I feel, somehow, I think my love borders on obsession and that being “good” obsession.The long drives. The mini vacations. The routine weekdays. The too-short weekends. The Sunday afternoon picnics. The movie marathons. Namdhari salads. Walking around malls. Food World shopping. The trip to Coorg. Early morning walk to the river bed. Dancing to Bollywood music. Drinking and giggling about nothing. Our songs, my tune and your lyrics. Mush flicks. Action movies. You trying to watch 27 dresses. Me trying to understand cricket. The numerous juices at the juice shop. Walking in that dark street talking about each others day. Crazy workouts together in the gym. Talking about diet. Getting drenched in the rain. Gazing at the city lights.

It’s been fun. It’s been awesome. It’s been crazy. And just like that, it’s been well over 12years years. And somehow, it doesn’t seem to be that big a deal. There is so much more to come, so much more to do, and so much more to look forward to. I guess this is just the beginning after all.

P.S: Needless to say, with you, I’m one helluva happy person :)