Something to Say

Flashback

2009-03-10T04:52:00.002+05:30

' I don't want to love you '

Around four years ago, these words shocked me speechless...

Around three years ago, they could still reduce me to tears...

Around two years ago, I was bitter and vindictive....

Around one year ago, I forced myself to face the pathetic mess I was turning into...

Today, nobody, least of all you, can hurt me that way, ever again.

2009-03-10T04:46:00.002+05:30

Hear ye, hear ye....
That be my new bulletin board....
Handmade by yours truly
In under half an hour......
People...
That be your cue to say that it looks awesome.... :)
Which it pretty much does
Even if I say so myself......
*nose in air *

A Hundred Miles

2009-02-17T23:26:00.003+05:30

Yes.

We've met...

You knew me a long time ago.....

Mother Nature :P

2009-02-17T21:50:00.007+05:30

My ma can sure talk....as in T-A-L-K......and in capitals...and not just to human beings.....She talks to everyTHING...yeah you heard that right....I've literally seen her carrying on a perfectly coherent conversation with my kitten.....and the funny thing is he understood!!!!!!!

Imagine this....

Me : (looking for ma) Maaaaaaaaa..........

Ma :(standing-in-the-kitchen-talking to cat-on-the-window-sill-engrossed-in-the-conversation-unaware-that-I-was-calling)

See what I mean?

And it's not just cats.....ma actually has this bird she talks to as well...a tiny little wagtail.....the one she lured to the kitchen with sugar bits...and now it's one of her regular visitors....doing it's little dance on the kitchen counter...

And then there be the squirrel family.....or so my mom thinks....a mumma, dad and a baby...which apparently hasn't moved out yet....* hint hint nudge nugde *

Mom talked her way to all my dogs as well..in case you wanna know...

Nothing short of a communicator's dream..... my Ma... :)

2008-12-04T01:52:00.005+05:30

Sometimes I have a feeling that I'm going to lose everyone I love...

Two

2008-12-02T20:22:00.006+05:30

Once in a while I feel that I don't know you two at all....sometimes I feel that you two don't know me either.... it usually comes as a flash.....in a moment.......lasting for another......And then both of you dispel my doubts.....(a hug goes a long way :P).

I never did want anyone to see me cry.....Still don't....You're the only person I've ever cried with....I remember every bit of those conversations......but I wouldn't want that to happen again.....not the crying bit.......ever...

And yes, I love Your voice when it says... " I read your mind" :)

You know You do....

You both do....

Most of the time....

Yeah...pretty much most of the time...

Tide

2008-11-28T19:09:00.004+05:30

I wish I were young...or at some idealistic age where the Future something of a dream....pleasantly distant....

Seems like it's too close for comfort.......feels like one of these days, it's going to blind me in all it's ferocious intensity and then come crashing onto me.....

* Glub *

2008-11-27T12:02:00.004+05:30

What can be infinitely better than a drink than freaking three people out at the same time???

You got it - nothing !!

Yo Narsil and P.....Lets do it again

Random Imagination

2008-11-05T21:19:00.007+05:30

"Those who could, didn't care....those who cared, couldn't"

Those were the lines she was thinking on….on one of those reflective afternoons when the sun sets and it gives you a queer pain somewhere deep inside..…

Inside of where exactly? She did not know that.

Not that it was important. Nothing ever was. Not unless you wanted it to be so.
And she just didn't care.

She was sitting on the window sill…dark hair spilling over that vast expanse of forehead. A lock or two fell over her rimless glasses. She was too preoccupied to brush them away.

She was Thinking…Useless Poetic Thoughts…

“I could put them down in free poetry…and someday some idiot would declare it the most touching thing ever wrought from the pen of humankind…Hah…there…now I’m talking!!...even if it is in the most pathetic way imaginable...."

She wished she were twelve. And she wished she were twenty one.

Not twenty.

Twenty was a queer age to be. One ought to be either nineteen or twenty one.

Either way. It was not like she could.

She grimaced. She knew it was a weird feeling. Not one that most people would understand or appreciate. Definitely not any one of her friends…acquaintances…Now that was better. Some words were just too intimate and not many people were so.

She chuckled to herself. Amusingly tragic. Tragically amusing. One way or the other. It wouldn’t occur to most people.

But that’s what made it so amusing, she thought. He would understand…he’d better, actually. He usually did though. She knew however that he wouldn’t see the justice behind it. Unkind, un-kind world. But then, you can’t always have everything you want…

“But I want…” she went on to herself… “I DO want”.

"None - the - less".

“I could be nuts.....I AM nuts…..It’s always the humour...no...Sense of Humour…one always must keep one’s sense of humour”, she laughed....

At Herself...and the World.

She looked into her glass of water. One lone drop stared pitifully at her. She gave it a shake…

“Transferred Epithet”, she thought to herself wryly.

She stretched. Took a deep breath and walked back into the normal world.

It was time to get another drink...

And Then Again....

2008-10-26T18:44:00.004+05:30

and then again for the unfortunate people who have the added *responsibility* of putting up a headstone - dooooooods, you could do a million different things with that kinda money, each better than the last....but if you insist....

Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com

My kinda epitaph!!!!!

And don't you dare mess with it!!!!!

My Obituary

2008-10-25T01:31:00.002+05:30

'What will your obituary say?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Considering I had four near accidents today, I thought that it would only be appropriate to take this quiz, so that in case I suddenly kick the bucket, you people won't make a mess of my obituary.....

On a snider note....as I couldn't help observing to P, who survived those near accidents with me, it's rather comforting to know that even though we had four near-accidents, we could have died only once......

Blah.

Bursts

2008-08-31T18:38:00.007+05:30

Don't save me if I'm dyin'..

Don't console me if I'm cryin'

Don't..

Because you can't mend a broken heart.

And Then Again...

2008-07-31T15:04:00.003+05:30

There's this sad something about being successful......You just have to keep on doing it....in short...it's tiring....the high's not high enough.....and then again there's no end to it...

And not to mention, it's rather lonely at the top.....

You don't know how glad I am that I have you with me...

Gaaaah.

2008-07-20T01:04:00.002+05:30

She told him not to call for a week.

She said, Self Control.

(Which, actually sucks...)

He told me what she'd said.

He told me that he would do as she asked.

(Duuuuuuuuuuuummmmmbbbbbb!!!!!!!)

I told him to call her.

I told him she wanted him to.

(Wasn't it like, bloody obvious??????)

He said no thanks.

He said he'd keep his word.

( Got no words for it... * tears hair * )

And so he didn't call.

And she was sad that he hadn't.

( For you see, she wanted him to, I told you so!!!!! Don't I always know????)

Boys will be boys....

(Gaaaaaaah)

Better. Muchly

2008-07-19T23:47:00.005+05:30

I'm not a good person....nope...uh huh....

Will never win the Nobel Prize for goodness.....

But hugs will do....

Yeppers..

Hugs will actually do better than a Nobel

Muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuch better

:D

Curtain

2008-07-18T14:54:00.005+05:30

There were dry rose petals on the table....like wrinkled drops of blood.....and a faint scent of yesterday's love hung in the air.......refusing to go away......My eyes, misted by the translucent veil of drowsiness drank in your perfect indifference.....

It was all over....and the forces of nature watched with bated breath....Time stood still but my heart beat a dull rhythm, as I watched you walk away into another woman's arms....

And it didn't make things any easier for me that she loved you too....

Glass Boxes

2008-07-17T22:55:00.007+05:30

None of them really understood her......not for what she was.....they loved what they thought she was....but she was never really one person.....She wondered what it would be like if all met and talked about her......confusing, she supposed......for all of them would have disturbingly different things to say about her.....for none of them had ever seen her in her entirety.

Not one.

She smiled.

Each of them - they all were suns, and she....she was a tiny dappled bead of glass.....each of them had looked at her the way they fancied and had fancied what they had seen....she had shimmered in the borrowed light.....reflecting what it was they wanted to perceive. They had all loved her for what they thought she was......and thought that they had known who she was......and she had smiled to herself and done nothing to contradict them.....they couldn't have known her, really......for she had never really known herself.......

They thought that she had a heart......

And a soul...

All she had was a little glass box and the innate peculiarity of vision and invisibility.....

Chuckle Of The Day

2008-07-11T19:38:00.003+05:30

" Toke kheye phone korchi...."

Honestly, don't you think I'm a little too large for one meal??

Duckie, you amuse me occasionally..

Like this once...

Run

2008-07-11T19:17:00.003+05:30

It was so green...so free and open....

My heart floated like a wisp of feather on a breath of wind...

And I wanted to run to you...

But I knew you wouldn't be waiting....

Nebulous

2008-06-16T17:51:00.008+05:30

"I'd sell you memories for songs...

Write letters in music instead of words,

Make every moment a requiem in dream,

And every dream a ballad in blank verse....."

Rant

2008-06-10T16:09:00.003+05:30

When was the last time you had a conversation?

Uninterrupted?

When was the last time you picked up the threads?

Picked up from where you left?

When was the last time when you didn't find better things to do?

Other than living for the present?

Ever?

Yeah right....tommorow's another day...

wish-ful-think-ing

The Argumentative Indians

2008-06-03T01:35:00.002+05:30

To all those people, who are about to skip this post , in honour of its rather high flying title, I wish to emphasize that my basic objective is, not to provide a dissertation on a considerably longer essay of nearly the same name, but rather to expound upon a more commonplace occurrence. Possibly one that will be familiar to many of the readers….

Before I actually embark upon the real subject of this piece of writing, I would like to dedicate it to those readers, who like me, though unknowingly, have one or more ‘Argumentative Indians’ in their homes…

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I’m supposed to be good at debate and indeed, I have occasionally won prizes for my particular talent. Unlike most people, I’m in no doubt about its origin….for I’m someone who has, not one, but two argumentative Indians at home.

My Parents.

Proverb has it that, the only person who listens to both sides of the argument is the neighbour…Not entirely true….They missed out the other very important and rather impressionable individual.

The Kid….. (Read, me)

For a very long time, I wasn’t an active member of this particular ‘argumentative forum’, playing the rather dubious role of a wig donning moderator, who ran away with the bone of contention….Now I’ve barged my way in, being recognized by the Law, as a legal adult and ours being a rather idealistic, odd-numbered, democratic family, I’ve been bestowed with the honour of casting the deciding vote….

Pretty tricky that.....a wrong decision may lead to miserable weeks bereft of chocolates and ice creams and burgers….not to mention a curtailment of my moderating rights in the subsequent arguments….

Needless to say, arguments play a huge role in our everyday life, as every decision in the family is the result of a tumultuous debate wherein each parent presents his/her argument as the natural thing to do…

To my pa and ma, everything is fair game for debate, be it my plus two stream, my choice of university, the ideal destination for a holiday, whether to drive or ride to the selected destination or the correct sequence of adding spices to a half cooked dish.

The flip side is, I get to sample a slice of everything……

Every argument serves as a reminder, never to side with either of my parents on an issue without considering all the pros and cons – past, present and future….And frankly to watch every step I take….for getting one of my parents to advocate for me is yet another tricky affair with a ‘Conditions Apply’ thrown in.

A functioning democracy, this family has its fair share of ruling and opposition parties…optimists and pessimists, thesists and anti-thesists…. so that it does not fall prey to family autocracy…

It all works, for the big bad world needs someone to build an aeroplane, someone to build a parachute and yet others (like me), willing to try out both….

As if one needs a reason for an argument….

Mist

2008-05-31T14:03:00.004+05:30

Ever wanted to wipe out your memories?

Ever cried in the dark?

Ever felt totally alone?

Ever wanted to hurt yourself?

Ever been on a blind date with someone you've know intimately?

Ever lost something you've never had?

Battie

2008-05-14T00:26:00.001+05:30

adopt your own virtual pet!

When B's become A's

2008-05-08T00:29:00.004+05:30

There are certain things I regret doing......certain friendships for one......some which weren't meant to last...but then it's true of all unequal relationships.....they weren't meant to last....

It's surprising how much I cared about certain people.....how much I thought I needed them....what I thought that they felt about the friendship we had....I guess sometimes that happens...intimacy can bring you closer.....it can also drive you apart....there's nothing more to know....it's all yesterday....there's nothing more to share.....nothing to write home to....nothing to talk about in whispers...

It's tough.....that.......it's like a steep curve.....one moment, you're too close...the next minute you feel like you're a nobody.......there are highs and lows in every friendship...but not like this one......there's just one high.....

Just....

One....

But then, shit happens....

Exasperation

2008-05-06T00:01:00.005+05:30

Came home a few days ago......feeling all sqweeshy-weeshy happy......or more likely 'was'.... I miss my independence....and the sting that came along with it.....yet felt helpless watching Swati leave...damn fifth year....soon it'll be her turn....I don't want her to go...... * maybe, if I willed reaaaaally hard * * wills hard*

I had to change my room in the hostel.....got a stupid new one.....and I'm gonna miss all that greenery....it looks over the sports room.....shit....that's the last thing I wanted...a room which overlooks a wall * grrr *

I have an internship, starting from tommorow, to which I don't wanna go to....but it's a peer-does-it-too thingie...so I must * scrunches face *

Anyway.... B's A all over again. *rolls eyes * * sighs *

Expected. That.

Sadness

Muchly

In dire need of some happification.....

Sheesh

2008-04-23T17:34:00.006+05:30

The above pictures were snapped on the same day......

And my best friend thinks I've had plastic surgery :P

Coins

2008-04-23T17:07:00.005+05:30

You've often told me that you hate make-up....I fail to understand why....for, all those women you drool over, rest assured, they wear much more make up than I do....And's it's more than just physical make up besides.....but all that for some other day...

You've never been very averse to fantasy, have you?

Make up is fantasy, you know....and like all fantasy, it's necessarily escapist.....A good fantasy heightens what's good....it does not deny what is not perfect...a bad fantasy tries to cover up what's not so pleasant...the very reason it is ineffective....hiding your worst features, does not bring out what's most beautiful in you, like hiding what's unpleasant doesn't make the world a better place.....It's the same fundamental principle....just in a different perspective....

Till then. ponder this...

Two sides of the same coin...

Get it at all?

I guess not.

Someday you will...

On What Makes Us Human...

2008-04-17T22:55:00.004+05:30

People who are closest to you hurt you the most….not because they do not love you but because they love you too much….We all have our reserves…our shields…a remark from a casual observer that we might not even notice will do strange things to us if it were repeated by someone we loved…..That happens….more often that you’d like to think….whether or not such a circumstance was justified is another story…It gets resolved….most times….even if it doesn’t, you can’t go on brooding about one single instance….but it will be there….at the back of your mind…like a thorn in a festering sore…negligible when you ignore it…but crying out for attention…..

I’ve come to believe a few things nowadays…..about loved ones…about life in general….what hardens you up….what prepares you for what you have to face in the world…..It’s not the world that prepares you for life…it’s the unpredictable circumstances that will crop up, amongst the people you love….because you were not expecting it to happen….a death…a divorce…a separation…a breakup…a quarrel…a misunderstanding…..all of it….shattering what is closest to you….with every such occurrence, you’ll grow closer to these people…you’ll understand why they did what they had to….you’ll also lose some part of you….something you cannot explain….another illusion lost…the cocoon you built for yourself will no longer seem so comforting…and there’ll be a million questions buzzing through your head, for which there might just not be enough answers…..With every such incident, you lose a piece of your identity….for your identity is a million pieces…composed of how you feel, where you stand….the strength of a relationship… what you believe in…what you hold close to yourself….

It’s not as bad as it sounds really, it prepares you….for life and beyond….for when you’ve had an experience with a loved one, you’re prepared for a similar experience in the wide world….it hones your instincts…you expect it to happen….you’re no longer protected…It hardens you up…makes you less vulnerable….it’s not anyone’s fault really….it’s a process…a way of growing up…..

A way of finding out….

People you love are human too…..

* Sigh *

2008-04-06T17:59:00.006+05:30

This is somewhat a response to a friend's question.....

"How many times did you fall in love?"

Ah...well...

Quite a few....

Sorry, R...

How could I not fall in love with these wonderful people? I mean....they were the stuff of my first fantasies..

In case you wanna know....

Here's a list...

The first one ever had to be Julian from the Famous Five....I mean...come on....look at Anne's description..."blonde, strong, goodlooking (brother)..." * sigh *....oh well he wasn't mine....so was the hangup? ....I rather fancied that George had a crush on him.... :P

To continue......

The next in line was the unpredictible Joe Hardy......my original blue eyed boy :D .....at ten, acting before thinking seemed like a rather romantic thing to do....(still is :P)..and truth to say, he was one of my longest lasting crushes......And then I grew older than him :{ , but as many of my friends would testify, I growing over him was quite a different story ;)

I was pretty partial to Laurie, from Little Women, at the same time I had a crush on Joe, but honestly, for him I had more of a warm affection....he was wonderful.....the boy-next-door kinda charm.....he reminded me of Tapojyoti, my own next door neighbour...with whom I played some of the most outrageous pranks in my life..... :) ...but I fully understood Jo's decision....her reasons for refusing Laurie's proposal.....Jo, I'd have done the same :)

Later, I violently fell in love with Peter Van Damme, from Anne Frank's Diary Of Young Girl......It was a little complicated....though it didn't last very long.....I read the diary at the same age Anne wrote it...Realising that I loved him because I was so very swept up in Anne's feelings took quite sometime. For a long time, I remember having this uncanny feeling that I WAS Anne......she was me......we were united, if not in time, at least in feeling.....

The next person on whom my very violent feelings were bestowed was Rhett Butler...the quintessential sweeping-off-your-feet chap......the man who could read between the lines...and predict your every move....Alive, almost rising from the pages fully formed....He took Scarlett for a ride....I went along too.....Trust me...it was a heady feeling.......A very heady one.... :/

My last and most dedicated crush was Heathcliff, from Wuthering Heights.....dark, brooding...not a little enigmatic.....my kind of romantic hero.....but unlike most of my friends who lamented the fact that Catherine did not marry him, I believed and still do, that Bronte's genius lay in just that......To Bronte, Heathcliff was the passion....easily spent......Edgar was the stability that Catherine craved.....Catherine made her choice with her eyes open...

She knew, as I did.... :)

Look

2008-04-05T17:15:00.006+05:30

I need you to let me know what you're thinking.....I need to know what you're not saying....I need to know where you want me to look...I need to know if I'm right.....

Or wrong..

Invisible

2008-03-28T23:31:00.010+05:30

She stood near one of those bamboo stalls.....the wind rushing through her hair.....like some consoling hand...flashes of light rushed by her.....blurring along the edges......it was a happy picture....she watched it unfold like a carelessly planned play...laughter...catcalls...giggles...music......She smiled to herself.....She did that a lot.....talking to herself...smiling to herself....laughing by herself.....crying.....but no, that's another story...

She smiled at one of the couples who were kissing like no one else existed.....they were one of the devoted ones....she knew....it showed in the way they held hands....she always looked at hands.....they said a lot about the people they belonged to.....

She started to walk away......people looked past her...lost in their own glass boxes....she seemed to know some of them.....just a few stray faces....a few stray smiles...she smiled to herself.....like they knew.....She didn't mind....nobody took the seat beside her....nobody walked beside her.....

She had gotten used to being invisible.....it worked for her.....sudden voices took her by surprise at times....once she almost answered.....not that it would have mattered.....they would never understand her world......never understand her....not that they would try.....but she knew they wouldn't even if they did....she took a perverse pleasure in that...like a mischievious child who knows a secret....Someday, when she would disappear, somebody would probably say that they vaguely remember her or that they don't......she'd be lost....but she didn't care....she didn't want to be remebered in a way she wasn't.....

It was far easier not to care ....easier to plaster a plastic smile all over her face.....and pretend that everything was all right with the world.....laugh that fixed, barbie doll laughter at everything in general and nothing in particular ...It was a farce to be kept up.....she would do it...by god, she would....but underneath that, she would never give up what she essentially was....she wouldn't ever be part of the 'group'......she was too much of an individual to conform.......

The music faded, as she glided into the darkness......welcome darkness...like an all encompassing embrace.....she smiled to herself as she went down that meandering dim road....she was all light and happiness......She was free......

At peace with herself....

She was invisible.....

The Rainbow

2008-03-26T21:36:00.006+05:30

They say that you should love with your head, they say that it speaks more clearly...gives you a sense of direction....they say that the heart has no logic....they say it is better to rationalise every step you're going to take.....to know what you're doing....

I could never do that...not about love at least....I could never rationalise why I loved someone....how and why I fell in love......I could never pinpoint one particular moment....one particular incident.....or one particular look that made me love someone.....Enough for me that it existed....too intimate for the violative whys and wherefores.....It never occured to me to question why somebody loved me.....it was enough that they did....or didn't....

It's better to love with the heart......because what is essential, the eye does not see...but the heart knows....It's better to love someone with your whole heart and lose it......because that someone would be worth losing your heart for....

I don't regret losing my heart to you......every moment we spent together, every time we looked into each other's eyes...every time we shared a smile across the room, has been testimonial to that......Only, I can no longer love anyone the same way I loved you.....For you see, I don't have a whole heart to give to, anymore .....to anybody...

They say that one should love with one's head....

True....

But only if you're prepared to lose it....

In Memoriam

2008-03-21T00:29:00.007+05:30

" Some are like water,

Some are like the heat,

Some are melodies

Some are the beat,

Sooner or later they'll all be gone,

Why don't they stay on?

It's hard to get over without a cause,

I don't want to perish like a fading voice,

Youth is like diamonds in the sun,

And diamonds are forever......"

- "Forever Young", Coldplay

For Shohini Sengupta....

I wish I knew you better.....

2008-03-12T14:33:00.000+05:30

Ebony and Ivory

2008-03-07T01:02:00.006+05:30

It's been long since I wrote...on pen and paper that is...It's been long since my e-mail was awaited.....consisting on something more than a carelessly forwarded message...something more precious.....

I haven't written a letter in ages...

I miss writing...I also miss being written to...

I miss those familiar names and those once familiar ones...

I miss them all....

There's something horribly provocative about the thought of a letter.....happiest highs....saddest lows....it's all there....in black and white.....irrevocable in their meaning.....for unlike memories, they don't fade away....

It's been long, since I cried over a letter, it's been long since I smiled over one.....it's been even longer since I actually penned one.....

And that's not all...

I miss writing in my diary too.....

Writing to that absent figure to whom I could pour my heart out without restraint....looking for neither the reason nor comfort could it offer me.....only patience...as only paper can.....I miss that familiar feel of my diary....that familiar feel of it's rough paper....the reassuring scratch of my pen on it's waiting surface....the familiar grasp of a well loved old friend....

I miss it all....

They say you can always start afresh...they say it's never too late to begin again....they also say that love conquers all....but is not love that comfortable familiarity of something you possibly couldn't do without?

Some things cannot be started afresh....

Writing a diary for one.....

For me.

Making friends with a new disdainful sheets of paper.....their cutting corners....

Let me go back....even in memory...

To my dog eared friend....

Nestled in the drawer of one particular desk...

Waiting for my confidences...

Patiently...

As only paper can...

Rest In Peace, Blog?

2008-02-28T23:22:00.007+05:30

More drafts than posts nowadays...what is it with me?

Delete forever?

It can't be undone...

I wish I didn't have to make this choice......heads I win, tails you lose.....

I guess I'll go die now.

Whisper

2008-02-08T20:28:00.003+05:30

I wish I could touch someone's heart.....just the way I am....as flawed as I am......

I wish I had someone to run to.....somewhere to lay my head....someone to tell me that no matter what, I'm good enough.....

Just Once...

Even

Just This

2008-02-05T00:49:00.000+05:30

You were right to wanna break off....

You should get away from me..

You should get as far away from me as possible...

You were right all along....

No One Cried....

2008-02-04T14:24:00.000+05:30

Someone from the college died today.........

No one cried.

Stuff like this happens....

Someone's student died today.....

No one cried.

The teachers didn't know she was going to do this.

Someone's classmate died today...

No one cried.

She was no exemplery student

Someone's friend died today......

No one cried.

She didn't have any to talk to.

Someone's daughter died today.....

No one cried.

Her parents weren't told till today.

Someone's lover died today.....

No one cried.

They broke up sometime ago.

Someone died today..

No one cried.

Heck, no one cared.

Not enough anyway......

A Lot Like....

2008-01-30T00:46:00.000+05:30

Swati and I had an amazing talk today...about following your dreams......and we came to the conclusion that more often than not, guys don't really get to follow their dreams....

We were both a little high I guess...

Because we ended up talking about the people we loved.....

Fathers, brothers, friends...

Went a lil senti....

Which left me on an euphoric high where I wanted to hug every guy I cared about, tightly.....and hoped that they could all follow their dreams......whatever their dreams were...

Bittersweet, wistful, nostalgic hopes and dreams, funny......full of warmth....

Just the thing for a cosy winter night....

It felt like all things good..

Felt something like this...

Seasons

2008-01-23T02:24:00.000+05:30

Laughter...

Holidays...

Childhood

That delicious aftertaste of chocolate on your lips..

The first rain on your face....

The wind in your hair....

An embrace..

Some of the most beautiful things in life are not meant to last....

What will this be for us?

Watch This !!!!!!!!!!!

2008-01-18T04:24:00.000+05:30

Eternity In Moments

2008-01-16T01:50:00.000+05:30

Moments In Eternity

I was sitting at my desk the today, chin in hand, looking out into the distance as you know I usually do, sipping a warm cup of tea, a plate empty of breakfast sandwiches sitting near me.....

The window was open again....a soft breeze playing with my hair, making a medusa out of me...a soft sunlight pouring it's welcome warmth on my upturned face...

And I was thinking of you...

I've been thinking of you a lot lately.....you haven't changed a bit....I had hoped you wouldn't.....You still have that smile I loved.....and that way of unsettling me a little....You don't know how much it means to me......or do you?

I don't know.....I so don't know about a whole lot of things.....I don't know if we can be friends...I don't know why we're afraid of each other's voices over the phone......I don't know what we're doing.....or what we're gonna do.....I don't know whether you care for me as you used to....for that matter, I don't know if I was as you remembered me....I don't even know if you liked what you saw....

I hope you did.....

Hope...

That's all I can do....

Like Cliff and Cindy...

Remember?

Once Upon A Time.....

2008-01-10T03:02:00.000+05:30

"Just two more days before I go away...."

"I know.."

"We won't have much time together...."

"Lets pretend we have....."

Rewind and Replay

And I haven't heard your voice in an year......

To My Baby...

2008-01-05T20:30:00.000+05:30

A scared hungry soft bony orange ball of fur....that's exactly what you were when you came in.....from under the gate....you were snoozing on the rocks when I caught you.....you were all defensive....claws out...ready to fight your way.....

A drink of milk and water later, you were peacefully sleeping on my lap....the kind of tired trust.....I bundled you up and put you safely in the huge cardboard box that we had fixed up at short notice.....you were too tired to care.....all I heard was a contended baby mew.....I couldn't help noticing that you didn't even have teeth... ;)

Since that first feed, I had to go out thrice at night to feed you....you seemed to have learned the drill...you would mew your heatwrenching baby mew and wait for me to pick you up.....no more baring of claws...no defences.....And after you'd had your fill, you'd wait for me to put you back to bed...bundling you in......trusting me not to hurt you...

We weren't together for long.....before some unknown face picked you up and ran off as you played contentedly outside in the sun......maybe we were just destined to have just that much time together......but love doesn't depend on time.....maybe you went to someone else who would love you as much if not more than I did...maybe there'll be people who sit with you all throughout the night......but my baby for one day you were.....

My baby forever you'll be......

I hope you'll be happy, my baby......wherever you are......

Your Mummy...of a day...

Update(6th January, 2008): My baby's home..... :D.....but he loves his gramma now.. :(

Regret

2008-01-03T03:14:00.000+05:30

Not everything which is laughed at is funny........and yes, I have feelings too.....like any other human being.....

I'm not that unique so as to be completely feelingless.....

Granted though I hide it better than most....

And I thought you understood....

How shockingly stupid of me....

I should have known better...

Moments

2008-01-02T23:45:00.000+05:30

It was on a Friday we held hands….for the first…..and the last time…For a few brief moments it was the whole world……

And on Monday we whispered….

Fridays fade by these days...

So do Mondays....

And Thursdays...

And every other day.....

For Real...

2007-12-28T03:08:00.000+05:30

These are the original answers I would have given if there were no rules to the questionnaire......

IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY?” YOU SAY?

Don't Think Twice, It's Alright - Bob Dylan

"It don't matter, anyhow"

WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?

Fix You - Coldplay

"Lights will guide you home, and I will try to fix you...."

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?

Blue Eyes - Elton John

"Baby's got blue eyes, Like a deep blue sea"

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?

Maybe Tommorow's A Better Day - Poets Of The Fall

"This day will die tonight and there ain't no exception, We shouldn't wait for nothing to wait for..."

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?

Breakaway - Kelly Clarkson

"I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly, I'll do what it takes till' I touch the sky, and I'll make a wish, take a chance, make a change and breakaway....."

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?

Hey Whatever - Westlife

"Hey Whatever.....Let your beauty come alive, Let your colour fill the sky.."

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?

Crazy Beautiful - Ashley Parker Angel

"Sometimes something that is not perfect ends up being what you want, sometimes she lets me into places where her demons come to haunt."

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?

Forever Young - Bob Dylan

"May your heart always be joyful, May your song always be sung, May you stay forever young"

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?

Cool - Gwen Stefani

"Remember Harbour Boulevard, the dreamin days where the mess was made, look at how the kids have grown, we have changed but we're still the same, and all the things we've been through, I know we're cool........"

WHAT IS 2+2?

Brain Stew - Green Day

"I'm counting sheep but runnin' out... "

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?

Iris - The Goo Goo Dolls

"When everything's meant to be broken, I just want you to know who I am...."

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?

Inside Out - Bryan Adams

"What makes you laugh, what makes you cry, What makes you mad, What gets you by, Your highest high, Your lowest low - These are the things I wanna know....."

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?

A Hazy Shade Of Winter - Simon And Garfunkel

"Hang on to your hopes, my friend, That's an easy thing to say, but if your hope should pass away, Just simply pretend, That you can build them again....."

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?

Tiny Dancer - Elton John

" Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band...."

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?

Scarborough Fair Canticle - Simon And Garfunkel

"Ask him to find me an acre of land, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Between the salt water and the sea-strand, For then he'll be a true love of mine....."

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?

Molly Smiles

"Daddy's little girl, Paints the world with her magic wand....."

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?

Bigger Than The Beatles - Joe Diffie

"They got a love bigger than the Beatles, Wild and Free like a Rolling Stone, They gotta a love, takes 'em higher than the Eagles, Ain't love such a sweet, sweet song......"

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?

Forever Young - YouthGroup

"Some are like water, some are like the heat, Some are a melody and some are the beat, Sooner or later they all will be gone, why don't they stay young....."

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?

All I Really Want To Do - Bob Dylan

"All I really want to do, Is, baby, be friends with you....."

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?

The Fool - Lee Ann Womack

"I'm a fool in love with a fool, who's still in love with you..."

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?

Maybe I'm Amazed - Jem

"Maybe I'm amazed at the way you love me all the time, maybe I'm afraid of the way I love you, maybe I'm amazed at the way you pulled me out of time, and hung me on a line, maybe I'm amazed at the way I really need you...."

WHAT SHOULD YOU POST THIS AS?

Whatever.... ;)

Fake

2007-12-24T13:56:00.000+05:30

Somethings you notice...just a little careless gesture...or a word...or anything that is meant to convey.....see I'm speaking like a lawyer already....but you're far ahead in the process than I am....you know or should have known better what gestures mean and can convey......you've tried to drum it into every person who's asked you about it......but today, that one little gesture.....a simple one indeed......but that meant a lot.....you did your best to make up for it.......I'll give you credit for that.....I played along like nothing in the world was wrong......but something went irrevocably wrong today.......you know it too, otherwise you wouldn't have tried to make amends.......let me tell you, nothing you ever do is going to make up for it.....somethings you just can't change......

Moreover I'm not giving you a chance to.....

Bright and Faded

2007-12-22T17:53:00.000+05:30

I've grown rather reckless......a little too much...sort of a reaction...more of the overreaction kind......but then...I can't help it...I grab.....I sometimes smile forcedly.....laugh when I don't feel like it.....I do a lot of things....it's no fun when you're trying your best to have it.....but that's the wild streak in me.....I don't save for later anymore.....I'm not sure what I save for later will not be stolen from me.....

This Year's Thanking....

2007-12-20T12:50:00.000+05:30

I'm suddenly in a very good mood....so as long as the mood lasts I'm going to proceed to thank all the people I can think of.....If anyone's missed out, feel free to yell at me.....and remember I'm writing this on a massive high....And I mean HIGH..

Dad:

I'm forever going to be your little girl, even if I've long outgrown that photograph of that little girl, you keep in your wallet....Frankly there's nothing I can't thank you for.....Right from those long walks when I was too frustrated, to the verbal fights we have....I guess I just can't fit all that here....

Mum:

For all those times when you've put things into perspective for me......frankly by saying the very opposite of what you knew I was gonna do.....for the numerous times you let me make a mistake and for all those times you put up with my crankiness and my rather fast shifting moods...... :)

Raso:
For all the memories....

Dada:

For being the elder brother I always wanted and never had......for all those conversations we've had and for all those times you were my voice of conscience, trying in your best big brother voice to convince me to study 12 hours before my end term exams, while I laughed uproariously about cherries and cricket balls and sweets and property( you'll be glad to know that I kinda did well on that paper :D ). For all the times I've called you up in the middle of the night because I had a fight with someone and I wanted to yell, for all the times you let me yell....and for all the times you comforted me when I was on a high....I so absolutely love you.... * hugs *

Saibal:

Dash it. You're my best friend and my best friend's bf....so that makes you my friend and my brother-in -law (:P )....there's nothing I didn't enjoy doing with you....from the time Neil and I chased you with a lipstick to the times the three of us poured our hearts out in the dark....Damn it, I loved those long winded discussions we had and you don't know how much I miss all that.....the times you ate from my plate, Neil's and your's in succession in Shrishti....and not to forget, the time you emergency dialled me because you were surrounded by seven girls in all shapes and sizes :P [I almost equalled your record by the way :) ] And between Neil and me, we love you to pieces.

Neil:
I love you. Period.

Josh:

Battie !!!!! For all those arguments where you put up a massive fight, for all the answers to my mindless questions, for all those late night insominosities, for all the blogthings I made you answer, for all those weird questionaires I forced you to fill, for all those hours I forced you to stay up listening to my mindless blabber...

We're still ruling Mercury remember :)

Something Stupid

2007-12-15T03:03:00.000+05:30

I wish you had, though obviously you didn't think in the same way. Anyway, I'm getting used to disappointments and it proves that you don't know me as well as you think you do or at least say you do.

The Flavours of Life

2007-12-09T22:07:00.000+05:30

Well, a picture speaks a thousand words and we have THREE pictures...yaaay...honestly...mess food is all about advertising....don't get me wrong, this is what mess food should actually be called....

Bland Watery Coffee :

Bubbling hot water, flavoured with the essence of milk and a delectable hint of freshly ground coffee

Half Cooked Palak Paneer :

Succulent cubes of fresh thermocol in a rich gravy of GREEN pureed spinach(?) chosen with loving care from the best fields, tempered with a hint of clove and cinnamon

Rubbery Chicken:

Luscious pieces of rubber, toughened with loving care, served in a piping hot gravy of water of ginger, garlic and onion, garnished with a generous serving of oil.

New Year Resolutions

2007-12-03T10:09:00.000+05:30

M: I miss you, you know..

N: I thought you and S missed each other more...

M: S and S-E-R-I-E-S...you know...SERIES....they're like lovers in arms....it's a pain in the neck to try to pry them apart....and he gives you that tragic tone of voice when you do....

N: Hmmm....I don't know what's so engrossing about them...

M: Neither do I....but I know what I'd like to do....

N: Which is?

M: Destroy all his DVDs

N: And what was his reaction?

M: He went like ...." NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! "....I told him I'd conspire with you :D

N: Hmmm.....He really has a HUGE stack of DVDs...

M: I have a very good mind to drastically bring it down to zilch......you know, plan a natural calamity or the like....unforeseeable circumstances issues.....the global warming kind.....

N: But why do you wanna destroy them?

M: The amount of time he devotes to them is incorrigible....

N: Hmm...that's reason enough....

M: I knew you'd see it my way.. :D * dances in delight *

N: Here's a thought, why don't you snatch them from him and give them to me??? Would love to have them.... :)

M: * freezes in mid air * What???? Whatwhatwhatwhat????? Waitaminit.....you want them? So that he can coax them outta you? Sonothappening. *sneers*

N: *soothing voice* No honey, he won't do that....but I've been wanting them for ages.....*tragic tone *

M: * thoughtful * Well, there's a thought.....Let's do it you know....There's only one problem.....

N: ???

M: How do we do it?

N: Valid point......* tears hair * He will do anything to keep his DVDs, two niriho naris like us, will not be able to stop him from parting with his beloveds.......HOW HOW HOW HOW HOW???

M: * All for female emancipation * Hmm....Strategy required......Lets ambush him....

N: * Obviously still in the frenzy * How?

M: Oh well, lets seduce him first * aside: that's your job of course * and take him to some secluded place...

N: * somewhat calm * then?

M: Then lets hold him at needlepoint and offer him the ultimatum...." Your sanity or the DVDs ?"

N: he has any??? * surprised *

M: Oh...fine..whatever's left of it...

N: What if outside help's required?

M: I don't think it will, but provided you're willing to share the spoils, we might call upon R in cases of dire emergency....

N: So R can pin S's limbs, we'll threaten him with dire consequences if he does not transfer them to me...

M: Hehehehe...now you're talking.... * feels horns behind halo *

N: We're determined

M: We are..

N: We'll do it..God'll help us...

M: He will...He has no choice....It's a question of chivalry....

N: We won't give up...

M: No we won't

N: We'll fight to to insanity...

M: We will...

N: It's all settled then...

M: I love you... * blows kisses *

N: * blows kisses back * Our plan stands...

M: You betcha (aside: sorry J :P) Lets shake on it.....

N: Done... :)

* Both drink to it *

Ohk, so what if it was just water..

Much Ramble About Nothing..

2007-11-30T22:39:00.000+05:30

Yeh right...

Much ramble indeed...

What's a blog for anyway...

Who Knew ?

2007-11-30T16:59:00.000+05:30

Who knew cameras could be so like people.....curiously so in fact.......they don't do different things...they do things differently.....they look at the same thing from different angles, in light and shade, in colour and the clear, and each new perspective opens up a new avenue to explore......It's like an idea really for, who knew that there could be so many ways of looking at the same thing?.....Who knew there could be so much beauty in a sunset?.......Who knew that there was so much beauty in the world?

Nothing Important Happened Today

2007-11-29T19:47:00.000+05:30

Nothing important happened today.....it never does.......nothing important was supposed to happen.....how empty.......hollow......like my mind is at the moment.....this is going to be one scrambled post.....without my apologies.....I'm too drained today....more drained of feeling than of energy.....I can't write without feeling it in my fingers first.....been too many of those moments lately.....that numbness.....kind of letting go....I had no idea, I was holding on tight....or was I?

I've let go.....it feels odd......scary.....exhilarating.....numb......confused whirls of colourful sensations......they trail by......broad strokes of bold colour.....one over the other, mingling, merging.....something I won't remember tommorow...do I even want to? Carrying away the sensations of one day to the next? No clue....

And coffee counts as food......

A stand alone food group....

Random Letters Penned Down

2007-11-26T22:39:00.000+05:30

Dear Bats,

I was reading "The Bridge Across Forever" sometime back....Richard Bach....Though he himself is not as important to me as his words are....

Try to read it sometime. Try reading it someplace where you won't be disturbed, where you can take a walk with the book in your hand and not be disturbed by a soul. Read it in small bits - like enjoying an orange - peeling it first, slowly separate the segments, breaking it into two, touching it to your lips and letting the juices flow......

It's an intimate affair....reading this book. It's not to be swallowed in one huge gulp..It's not like a pint of beer, it's like a chute of wine....to be savoured with each tiny sip...

Why am writing this letter to you? I don't know the exact reasons. Can't place my finger on them, except for the fact that writing to you is like talking to myself. It's easy to do because I'm not being forced to do it. I'm writing this becasue I want to...because I'd rather write this to you at this very moment than do anything else in the world. and yes, my cell's switched off....The sun's burning my back and the wind's making a mess of my hair........but then, I don't really mind....I'm not going anywhere...and I had to share this with you.....

Cats

4000 Words

2007-11-20T20:14:00.000+05:30

Someday, you'll either freak me out real bad, make Me kill Myself or do both, exactly in the same order....Take 100 photos....huh.....fine....100 photos....I ran out of battery power and caught a cold....Ohk...so I went out without a sweater.....and I wasn't really in a photographically inclined mood today....so if I die of pneumonia, remember my blood is on your hands....

* evil laugh punctuated by a violent sneeze *

HA HA HA HA CHOOOOOOO

Was trying to make this look like the Great Wall Of China....Any Guesses what this is?

The Insti At Night..

Way To Go....After Class.... :)

Now I Just Plain Went Wacky...Yes :P

So ohk...this is around 1/25 th of the assignment.....so what?......this IS part of it right? I couldn't have done any better.....so lets chuck it...OK? Please? This is crazy!!!!

Reflection

2007-11-20T15:55:00.000+05:30

Two tantrums in a month........res ipsa loquitor

* Whine *

2007-11-20T15:33:00.000+05:30

I'm drained, tired, sick, listless and bored....and I did baaaaaaadly on my economics test...*whine* *whine* I wish I had nice retractable claws....*waaaaaah*......I want my bro.......*waaaaaaah*........I want a hug.............*waaaaaaaaaah*.....I also want good stuff to eat........*waaaaah*....I want someone to finish my stackload of projects.........*waaaaaaah*........I want someone to do my research work for me.......I want someone to sit for my tests...*waaaaaah*........*waaaaaah*...*waaaaaaah*.......Oh yes....and I also wanna swing from the ceiling......as illustrated....

Nobody's Fault

2007-11-18T19:24:00.000+05:30

Someday,

When we talk about

What happened today,

Many years from now...

We'll laugh at it's absurdities...

Someday,

When we're happy and reminiscing..

We'll try wearing the other's shoes..

Try walking in them...

See if they fit....

Someday,

When the pain's no longer fresh

And the tears have long dried...

You'll tell me...

'Forget it'

Someday,

From vague recollections

We'll both say...

It was just Circumstances..

Nobody's Fault..

* Clash * * Bang * * Slick *

2007-11-13T14:27:00.000+05:30

Dad : ( best stern daddy voice )So what's it this time? A new record ?

Me : ( abashed sheepish lamb voice ) Ummmm...aaaahh....you sure you wanna know?

(Lot of nail biting in the background......Actually I lost count of the number of top ups I used, come on.....I talk.....that counts as socialising doesn't it? That should be cause for celebration.......This anti social talks........Whoooo Hooooooo)

(Tense pause, in which my father considers and ponders his next move.....nail biting continues...while I imagine what's in store for me......worst case scenarios....scenes of me dissolved in loneliness, without my phone, flash over me.......I shudder involuntarily....and then......

MOMENT OF TRUTH......

Dad : (gravely) Do I want to know?

Me : (aside : DAMN IT!!!!! STUMPED!!!!!) (the aspen voice) ummmm...uhhh.....

(With dramatic effort, entirely lost on my father, as he's at the other end of the line, can't see the kaleidoscopic changes on my face, which on second thought, isn't such a bad thing, all the while my mental machinery works frantically overtime to come up with an equally vague diplomatic answer..... I can almost see my father's sphinxlike smile.....Come on damnit....I'm a chip off the ol' block....I can handle this....I've done it before......all this happens in a few moments mind you....at last, It's VICTORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!....Almost an understatement )

Me : (barely able to keep the glee outta my voice, making my best imitation of a innocent lamb like voice)I don't think so.....

We dissolve in laughter.....hacking on my part, exasperated on my father's

( CURTAIN )

Waaaaaaaaah :((

2007-11-06T16:27:00.000+05:30

.......And I still want a puppy

Why

2007-11-05T19:39:00.000+05:30

Why write?
Why drink?
Why smoke?
Why breathe?
Why die?
Why live?
Why sleep?
Why think?
Why care?

Why anything?

On Top Of The World

2007-11-03T13:21:00.000+05:30

".......like a God peering into His world of filtered sunlight, from wherin floated the tangy refreshing scent of crushed orange rind and the intoxicating laughter of His Unawares......"

If

2007-11-02T17:09:00.000+05:30

If I went to you with tears in my eyes, would you know?

Would you know why? Would you know why a simple sentence brought a lump to my throat? Would you know why I just had to share something I just read, with you?

Would you know why I needed to call you up in the middle of the night? Would you know if I didn’t?

Would you know why I needed to nurse my bruised finger on your shoulder? Would you know why I needed you to be there?

Would you understand it all?

Rush

2007-10-18T21:49:00.000+05:30

Happiness never comes in small bits.....it's a rush....a warm feeling that creeps into your veins and makes you glow.....it makes people do odd things.....thump each other hard......yell like warriors.....all the oddest things one would't probably do in saner moments...happiness is like madness, you see.....

It's a good thing though....

It makes life worth it....

Rewind and Replay

2007-10-17T00:04:00.000+05:30

This is not gonna be easy for any of us...for different reasons.....I love you both so much......this is gonna be difficult.....It's going to hurt.....badly......Will we get through? Unscathed? Will we laugh as we used to.....or will we nurse our own private wounds, hiding it as best as we can from each other? Will we visit those places again? Go back to those golden bittersweet memories ? Will we sing in the dark? Hold hands? Be there for each other?

Will we be the same again....?

I wish I knew....

How will I console you?
How will I sympathise with you?

How will I face myself?

Too many questions....

Someone kill the voice in my head.....

15 Minutes...

2007-10-12T02:09:00.000+05:30

Far too much happened...
Far too much....
Damn it.....
DAMN IT....
I wish I hadn't lost it....

Trying To Shoot..... :)

2007-10-09T21:29:00.000+05:30

Some snaps I took at college......night mode and all....it was rather like mood lighting mind you.....the whole empty campus with the wind whistling over empty fields....and just a few of us to hear it.............

Feet.....Shruti's....Mine....

Shohini......camera shyness......captured in mid movement....

Kanishk, Anant and Aditya doing their disappearing act.. :)

Reflections.....On Glass....

The Campus....hazy....blurred.....like on any other day.....

The Hostel......Second Home? Refuge? Neither? Both?

All For Love...

2007-10-07T16:40:00.000+05:30

Is is surprising when we find out that the people who're the closest to us, hurt us the most? It isn't...not really.....there's a difference in being hurt by a complete stranger and being hurt by your innermost circle....

It's not that they hurt us any more.....it's just that we take it for granted that they won't.....hurt us that is...we just make ourselves more vulnerable to them....

This is for the two men I loved the most.....

I'll always remember that letter, my darling.....nothing will ever make me forget it.....four lines of it all.....nothing ever spoke to me more directly......probably nothing will......you went away....but not before teaching me a lot of lessons.....hard ones......but I'll I had to learn them sometime.....

You can never take away the love you've given......even when you stop loving someone, a part of you will remain...that's forever.....that's to remember a person by....that's besides the memories...besides everything else......a part of you will always remain with me, my love.....but....we're not lovers anymore.....not even if we try to be......

I'll always be less vulnerable now.....less prone to trusting someone completely.....less prone to getting hurt.....less prone to a lot of other things....or as you put it....lonely maybe....but stronger.

Strength always comes after a lot of hurt......Or so I see it.....

I'll always remember that conversation in the car, daddy..........I didn't cry......I couldn't.....but I had answers to everyone of your questions......You wouldn't have understood.....I didn't bother to explain......that was no time for explanations......

You taught me to question other's judgements, daddy....to think for myself......I didn't know that all other people excluded you.....that I would have to trust your judgements blindly......I can't do that, daddy...I'm sorry.....you taught me to think for myself.....I'm too far gone now.....

I didn't question your feelings......like you questioned mine once......I know I hurt you, daddy.....but you hurt me too.....that one week before I went to college......that one day when I stood in front of you declaring I loved him......I did love him daddy.....you thought it was a whim....or did you think I would be too carried away? You should have known better...or did you?......doesn't matter now.....it's all over.....

I promise I won't break the peace in the house by coming home often......I'll try not to.....And even if I have to, I promise I won't stay a second longer than necessary.......I know you have a lot of things to worry about.....I know I'm too much of a liability.......You don't have to bother about me daddy.....you don't even have to pretend that you bother......It's good in a way.......I hardly missed home anyway.....I have even less to miss home for now......Funny how home feels less like home......

The two of you were so similar......too similar.....someday I'll thank the two of you......for taking away my femininity....for.......maybe making a man out of me....

This Too Shall Last......For A While

2007-09-23T14:16:00.000+05:30

Lets see....
What could it have been...
You..
Him...
Both...
He didn't have dishevelled hair...
Never did...
Not that I know of....

There's more

The Canyons......
Your 'Canyons' :)
The setting sun...

That's part of how you'd see yourself....

Usually how you see yourself....

Wisps of smoke...
An ecstatic breeze...
A burst of life...

Only..

He'd be looking over the world...

You'd be looking into yourself...
Retrospecting?
Introspecting?
Brooding?

They're just verbs....
Just verbs...
Just...

Someday....

That's more like you really...
You sure do sympathise......

I wish I knew why....

The Like

2007-09-22T18:34:00.000+05:30

Bruce?

The Man in the Mirror : Reflections

2007-09-18T23:59:00.000+05:30

Disclaimer : Is not intended to be a reflection of sorts......
Not obviously....

"And you are?"

"Good question.......ponder upon it..."

Do you see what I see ?

Or do you see what I don't?

I am pondering.....

As you can well see....

Or not.....

Doesn't matter......

Either way....

You're still human.......

As any self respecting mirror will attest.

But I'll ponder......

Hangover

2007-09-16T00:37:00.000+05:30

It's one of those days again......being on a high.....my definition....compliments......attention.......that heady feeling of invincibility.....the thrill of being young....being noticed...feeling alive in every cell of your body......bursting with energy.....brimming with confidence......laughing at the joy of feeling that odd light headedness...no worries, no fears, no morbid thoughts that haunt your every waking moment.....no fearsome reflections in the mirror to make you writhe in terror.....nothing but the pure joy of looking nowhere but at the present moment.....the most important thing, the most important person, the most important event......

All to what effect?

At the end of the day, it's this passive low......yet again.....

Damn...will it never end.....

Puppies.... :)

2007-09-13T22:45:00.000+05:30

I wanted a puppy.....not a bird, not a fish, not a cat, not even one of those cute bunnies......a puppy...a dog.....preferably one with huge melting eyes and the happiest disposition......

There's just this something about them....beyond their indescribably affectionate natures.....something humane......

You can't hug fish, not a bird....you hug a bunny, you probably won't get much response....cats seem too absorbed in their own pleasure.....but dogs......they respond....they actually sense what you're feeling......it's the very reason we need another human being.....the response.....that one melting look, that very physical feeling......I'd much rather have a dog any day.......

Puppies, oooohhhhh puppies....bring them on......

You melt my heart....... :)

I....uh...I.....damn...therefore I am

2007-09-13T02:23:00.000+05:30

Basics.......

I think, therefore I am......?

Think??? THINK???? whoa....naa...my head's Blaaaank....yeah....that's Blank with a capital 'B'

I pay tution fees, therefore I am.....??

Me pay fees??? uh....I'm enemployed and I receive no unemployment benefits.....paying fees....uh...daddy....where's daddy?

I eat, therefore I am..... ???

Whenever you eliminate the inedible, whatever remains, is however, unpalatable......so........

I'm vocal, therefore I am...????

Vocal...uh....* cough * * cough *....,got a baaad cold.....yeah...so I don't exist....

I blink, therefore I am....?????

Well, then it's like I spend half my life not existing.....uh...umm...err....is that even grammatically correct????

I stink, therefore I am......??????

ewwwwwwwww.............yeeeeeeeeeeeeuuuuck.......naah.....me's all for taking a bath.....even if it means that I don't exist.....

I litigate, therefore I am....???????

In that case....I won't exist for four years.......maybe even for several years after that..... :(

I compute therefore I am....???????

uh....I'm not familiar with computerese......earthspeak anyone?

Q.E.D

Damn it all.....

I don't even exist....

Yesterday

2007-09-12T23:31:00.000+05:30

Woke up at 10.....

Missed five classes in all....

Yesterday and Today included....

No wonder...

Went to bed at 5:30 in the morning.....

What do you expect??

It's me...

Stayed up late...

Projects....

Torts, Sociology, Economics.....

Talks...

Practice, Music, Food.....

Conversations...

Highs, Lows, Randomness......

Voices...

Soft, Whispered, Sleepy....

Late Night...

Cool, Dark, Sympathetic....

Sleep...

Fitful..

Alarm...

Insistent..

Projects...

Pending..

Everything...

Wrong...

Everyone...

Uncooperative...

Hey....I woke you at 10:30 right???

I'm glad I did.....

My only good deed of the day....

:)

Promises

2007-09-06T19:54:00.000+05:30

Did I promise to be there?
That your feelings I would share?
Your memories and bliss…
Did I ever promise this?

And then wasn’t there?

I’m not sorry….

Promises are meant to be broken…
Their floweriness revoken...
Their gravity unshared…
I know it’s unfair….

On you….

But then…

Some things are just not meant to be…
Beyond the point of Expiry…
Promises included too…
Nothing anyone can do…

Not me…
Nor you…

Lest We Forget

2007-09-05T23:04:00.000+05:30

If you remember me,

Think of me as someone who had a heartful of love....

But no one to give it to...

Think of me as someone who fought winning battles....

But felt like a mercenary..

Think of me as someone who reached for the world...

But didn't really want it...

Think of me as someone who observed everything...

But saw very little...

Think of me as someone who wanted to be perfect....

But couldn't keep up to the standard...

Think of me as someone who wanted to speak out...

But found solace in silence...

Think of me as someone who was not bits and pieces...

But just an imperfect whole....

Time

2007-08-23T00:54:00.000+05:30

I know what was going on your mind that day when you stood in the kitchen at night….I don’t care if your friends laughed at you when you told them about it…..I don’t care that I’m not your friend……I don’t care if you laughed when you told me about it….Because I know how it felt…..I’ve been there too…..

Looks like both of us have a lot of skeletons in our cupboards……

And a lot of similar memories…..

I wonder why…

I guess it was a surprise when we found out….

It happens

Funny isn’t it?

That’s what we do…laugh about our most painful moments…….

I wish I could be like you…

I wish I could laugh at all those things that I’d rather forget…..

I can’t….

I know you can’t either…

That’s why you don’t talk about them much…

That’s why you keep them in a dark corner of yourself…..

That’s why you laugh about everything – from the outrageous to the ordinary….

We’ve both learnt quite a few lessons haven’t we?

We’ve both agreed that we still have a few more lessons to learn….

But then…

It’s only been a week or so…..

Give it some time….

Someday I might even write you a testimonial….

But only if you promise to write me one…..

:)

The Dark Side

2007-08-22T21:50:00.000+05:30

Golden Stretch
Ripples Agleam
Rising Sun
Dawning Day
Those Shadows wend their sleepy way
Into the mainstream

Faceless Figures
Nameless Rows
From where they come
And where they go
Unknown
Bolts from the Blue

Dawning Sun
Timeless Scene
Lighting all
In the Golden gleam

But they
Their darkness prevails
For yet another day

How On Earth??????

2007-08-20T19:55:00.000+05:30

Your Love Life is Like Titanic

"Promise me you'll survive. That you won't give up, no matter what happens, no matter how hopeless."

You think that you only really have one true love in your life. And that you better to anything and everything to be with that person.
You tend to be very nostalgic about past loves that didn't work out. There are many secret feelings that you keep to yourself.

Your love style: Deep and emotional

Your Hollywood Ending Will Be: Bittersweet

What Movie Is Your Love Life Like?

This is a HUGE pj....I don't even have a life, let alone have a love life....

Everyone's Doin It.... * Whine *

2007-08-18T21:34:00.000+05:30

If I were a beginning, I would be: A Long Time Ago
If I were a month, I would be: June
If I were a day of the week, I would be: Thursday
If I were a time of day, I would be: Midnight
If I were a planet, I would be: Venus
If I were a season, I would be: Spring
If I were a direction, I would be: Anywhere
If I were a piece of furniture, I would be: A Chair
If I were a liquid, I would be: Aqua Regia
If I were a fraud/scare, I would be: Betrayal
If I were a gem, I would be: A Sapphire
If I were a tree, I would be: In Flower
If I were a tool, I would be: A Hammer
If I were a kind of weather, I would be: Stormy
If I were a musical instrument, I would be: The Piano
If I were an animal, I would be: A Tigress
If I were an emotion, I would be: Unshown
If I were a vegetable, I would be: Exotic
If I were a sound, I would be: A Murmur
If I were an element, I would be: Fire
If I were a car, I would be: Comfortable
If I were a song, I would be: Heard
If I were a food, I would be: Flavourful
If I were a place, I would be: Beside You
If I were a material, I would be: Silk
If I were a taste, I would be: Tangy
If I were a scent, I would be: Arousing
If I were a sentence, I would be: I'll be there for You
If I were a body part, I would be: The Eyes
If I were a facial expression, I would be: Enigmatic
If I were a subject in college, I would be: Middle English
If I were a shape, I would be: Round
If I were a quantity, I would be: Enough
If I were a colour, I would be: Blue
If I were a thing, I would be: A Window
If I were a book, I would be: Yours
If I were an artist, I would be: Original
If I were a collection of poems, I would be: Written By You
If I were a watch, I would be: Accurate
If I were God, I would be: Difficult To Please
If I were a vowel, I would be: U
If I were a consonant, I would be: R
If I were a formula, I would be: Empirical
If I were a Science, I would be: Psychology
If I were a theory, I would be: Novel
If I were a famous person, I would be: Me
If I were an electronic equipment, I would be: A Cell Phone
If I were a movie, I would be: Eternal Sunshine On The Spotless Mind
If I were a cartoon, I would be: Jerry
If I were an explorer, I would be: Lost
If I were a scientist, I would be: Creative
If I were a relation, I would be: Friendship with a Few Privileges
If I were a river, I would be: Unpredictable
If I were intoxication, I would be: On A High
If I were alone, I would be: Thoughtful
If I were a question, then I would be: You Follow Me?
If I were a hobby, I would be: Amusing
If I were a habit, I would be: Regular
If I were in an atom, I would be: Insignificant
If I were an end, I would be: Impossible
If I were you, I would be: Nuts

A Hazy Shade Of Laughter

2007-08-15T23:36:00.000+05:30

I love it when You smile.....It's not a sexy smile......not come hither.....not tired......It's none of those smiles which can be categorised, catalogued or easily referenced.....It's too large for one thing......too large to be simply contained in Your face.....that's why it overflows into Your eyes.....making them sparkle....essentialising their twinkles.....

I can't help but smile when You do....not one of my casual tired smiles reserved for all and sundry....It's Your smile.....because I smile it only when You are there....it's an extension of Your infectious one....

I'm glad it's a wicked wicked world....Your smile makes everything worth it.....

Too True

2007-08-12T23:13:00.000+05:30

When you cried,
I'd wipe away all of your tears....
When you'd scream,
I'd fight away all of your fears....
And I held your hand,
Through all of these years...
But you still have....
All of me....

2007-08-11T23:43:00.000+05:30

You're all the same....you frickkin pathetic people without the soul of an inanimate object....you can't be trusted farther than you can be thrown.....fuck you all....fuck you all again...

One Tree Hill

2007-08-10T23:12:00.000+05:30

Brooke was friends with Lucas and Peyton even after they hitched up........

That's a cheery thought......

On Ageing...

2007-08-08T13:13:00.000+05:30

I know that it’s à la mode to say, “I must be growing old.” whenever we face a slip of the tongue, whenever we are surprised that we have ten mobile numbers to reach a family of three, whenever we end up referring to someone’s job as ‘works with computers’, all the while silently admitting to ourselves that we know next to nothing about it.

Old. The very word strikes a chord of nostalgia, conjuring up memories of old friends, quiet evenings, the musty scent of yellowed, dog eared pages of a much loved book, the rich mellowed taste of the choicest mature wines.

Old. As old as the hills, as old as history, as old as the beginning of time.

When is it that one starts growing old? For that matter when is it that we stop being young?

Is it when everything in the closet goes out of season in the blink of an eye?

Is it when the mirror highlights the fine spider web of crow’s feet crisscrossing each other at the corners of tired, fatigued eyes and the ever-increasing gray?

Is it when changes are no longer enthusiastic adventures but long drawn out chores?

Or is it when we tend to philosophise more, talk less and use phrases like, “In those days…” or “When I was young…”

We all age, but why is it that we grow old only after we reach the so-called ‘wrong’ side of forty?
Why is it the ‘wrong’ side of forty anyway?

Ageing shouldn’t be about slowing down altogether; it should be about setting your own pace, about being comfortable with whom you are, what you are.

It should be about knowing how really enjoyable life is after having lived it for so long. It should be about having cheated wars, viruses, bacteria, and accidents.
It should be about taking a long break from a mad rush and having time to contemplate. Perhaps even write a book or two.

Ummm...aah.....and so if you will excuse me I’ll go and look among my locks in the mirror, and try out the newest, most expensive antiwrinkle cream money can buy.

Hurt

2007-08-03T23:13:00.000+05:30

I'm not the weepy kind.....never was.....so much so that people find it convenient to assume that I'm feelingless in general........which...is fine with me......

It's not that I don't have feelings.....I laugh at jokes....I cried when I first watched Schindler's List.......I fought with myself when my world seemed to be crumbling down around me.....I have a conscience......I identify with fictional characters......My sympathies lay with Edmund in the Chronicles of Narnia.....It's not that I don't feel......It's just that I prefer not to show what I feel....

Words hurt me too....certain things some people say.....small insignificant sentences.....casually put....they haunt me forever.......

Like, what happened a few days back.....

We had a debate in class...

Nothing major......just a class thing....

But I had worked for it......

Stayed up at nights....researching on the topic.....

So much so that I had believed in the whole thing......

I was placed second.....just a couple of points behind the person who stood first...

I was elated....

It didn't matter to me that I had come second....

I had been appreciated.....

I was happy....

Till I went to the coffee shop....

There was this guy....

A great speaker....

Who had been placed behind me in the rankings....

(That must have hurt....)

He said, " You just got lucky today"

He could have hit me in the gut.....

I wouldn't have been more shocked....

I lost my temper....

All I said was, ' Maybe, you just got unlucky..."

What I wanted to say was, "Are you so fucking dumb and so fucking pissed off with your performance today that you have nothing better to console yourself with than picking on me? "

But I didn't say that.....

I was more hurt than angry anyway.......

The guy who said this to me....

He's probably forgotten it already....

I haven't

I won't...

I don't hold a grudge against him for saying this......

It's just that it'll give me one more lesson in how to conduct myself better.....

So at the end of it all....

This is for the guy who said this.....

I just want to say.....

Thank You.....

For showing me how not to behave.....

Cells

2007-07-31T21:27:00.000+05:30

I can feel your melancholy......

Wish I could be there to console you....

But it would probably do more harm than good....

Be glad that I'm not there......

Deathwatch

2007-07-30T14:46:00.000+05:30

This is my ghost.....

Wooooooooo...

Be afraid....

Be very afraid.....

"Umm...Errr....So why did she die?"

*sniffs*

"She died of a broken heart....."

"Oh really? A tragic love affair?"

*interested look*

"No, ummm...not exactly...."

*slumps*

"Then? Perhaps a love affair gone sour?"

*another interested look*

"Oh no.....she died of a broken heart when she found out that she had one week to go and 200 pages worth of reading material to finish...The thought of flunking her Law exams broke her heart...so cause of death - death via shock "

"Oh ! How shockingly ordinary...."

"Tsk tsk....another of those wrecks...."

*Shakes head*

I'm dead...

My funeral's in a week

No flowers please....

And if you can't help bringing flowers...

NO ROSES....

Ugh.....

I pricked my finger on one.....

And fell asleep for five years.....

Woke up only when it was too late....

It didn't matter then......

*sighs*

But you might want to bring chocolates......

And a mug of steaming, strong black coffee......

Though mind you...

If it's not strong enough.....

I'll probably haunt you for the rest of your puny miserable life......

"I'll take some roses......white ones.....maybe yellow ones as well......ummm...err....did she like yellow?"

*aaaaaaarrrrrrrgggggghhhhhh*

You have been warned....

The knells have been rung....

The invitations have been sent...

The tears have been shed....

Black has been worn.....

The guests are at the service......

*cough*

*clears throat*

"Is everyone ready?"

*looks around*

"Dear all, we have gathered here today to celebrate the life of......of.....umm...err.....Oi Jim....what was the name again?"

*whisper whisper*

Dammmmmmmnnnnn you all

Was I that unpopular?

"Oh yes......"

* cough*

"Erm.....Dear all.....We have gathered here today to celebrate the life of a departed girl whose name escapes me......she was beloved by one and all........"

*loud shouts of 'Lies...Lies' "

"Quiet please....quiet please......this is a funeral..... *bangs gravel* Order...Order....."

*Starts Afresh*

"Dear all, we have gathered here today to celebrate the life of that girl whom I mentioned earlier.....the one who died of a broken heart......she was a very......erm.... special child......"

*drones*

Special? Someone cut the crap......

This is worse than roses.....

I don't even know half the people who're sitting there....

Wonder if there's ice cream....I always liked ice cream......

"Psssst.....there's pink and white ice cream......lots of it....."

"WOW...I want some....."

"After this thing is done away with.....we've been sitting here for ages...where's the cake.....???"

"You never know....birthday parties have morphed so much.......why is everyone in black?.....Is it the new trend.....???? I want a black dress..."

It's none of your funeral you fools......

And whoever served Strawberry ice cream?

Gimme the name...I'll haunt him for the rest of his life.....

"Ummm...err....erm.....Whose birthday was it again??? "

Any Good Day...

2007-07-29T01:46:00.000+05:30

This is what i wrote when I was told to write an essay on this lovely pic of the Ganges.......

Shucks...I don't have the picture...

But I do have the poyyum... :)

Golden Stretch
Dawning day
Shadows wend their sleepy way
Into the waters..
Faceless figures
Unknown faces
Coming from unknown places....
Bolts from the blue...
Dawning sun
Morning rays
Touches every hidden way
Dreamy sheen
Their faces will remain unseen
Their darkness for another day....

2007-07-28T17:56:00.001+05:30

You Are a Night Person

For you, there's nothing worse than having to get up and moving early.
In fact, you probably don't hit your peak until well after the sun has set.
So if your struggling to make it on a normal schedule, realize it's not your fault.
You just weren't meant to do anything during the day!

Are You a Morning Person or Night Person?

I Profess...

2007-07-27T00:57:00.000+05:30

My subject of study proudly proclaims itself to be a ‘professional course’….claiming to offer better job opportunities…….It’s not a false proclamation…..Considering the present scenario it’s pretty true….almost an understatement……but I fail to understand certain attitudes towards it….

I study in one of the most reputed colleges for Law in my country….and while it proudly claims to offer 100% placements to almost every batch, it hardly makes any mention of how many people pursue an LL.M degree from the university itself....or even how many people go abroad for higher studies…..the crux of the matter being that ultimately every student, whether or not he he is interested in the subject he’s studying, will get a placement and hopefully a fat paycheck at the end of the month…..

This particular attitude is true not only for this particular institution but also for most institutions in general….including those offering other ‘professional’ courses….

Which shows that we no longer have education in this country……

Education is not something you can afford…..you gotta study something so that you don’t have to depend on someone for the rest of your life….Leaving aside those select few for whom passion is equal to occupation, in general an average Joe’s profession is different from his occupation……He might profess to be a Literature student at heart but be an engineer by occupation….

It’s one of the fundamental rules of Economics……whatever we do has it’s roots in pecuniary interests…..People do something with the hope of getting a return…..Ask any student….the majority of them have chosen their field, not for the love of the field itself but to ensure that at they end of the day, they have a decent job to support themselves on…..

I beg to differ with those people who advise that placement should be the last thing on a student’s mind while studying such courses…

It’s a professional course for heaven’s sake……So it’s pointless to say that a placement should be the last thing on a student’s mind……If it’s not the first thing, I’m sure it shouldn’t be the last…..it’s the very reason they’re there anyway….or at least most of them…

I don’t see the point of emphasizing love for a subject, especially where it itself claims to be professional by nature…..there is no provision for love in this kind profession.....the institute professes it for you....Aren't you the one supposed to profess it?…It's not a profession in the true sense of the term....it's more like something you’re occupied with until you get something better to do….
……like a job which offers the temptation of an attractive salary with other perks besides….

If it’s a question of loving a subject, a very close look will show that most people are misplaced anyway…..in the wrong field or subject.....something that’s gonna pay in the end…..not something that they love…..

So what is to be done?

Simple….I’m about to propose an extremely unfeasible solution which in all probability is impossible to implement….considering it involves changing the mindset of most societies and involving snippets of Marx’s socialist theory….

I advocate equal pay for all professions….so that everyone gets a chance to study the subject of his choice….for it is only when someone has an interest in what he’s doing, do great ideas and innovations come to life……The point is to put all streams on the same playing field…not give unnecessary attention to one particular subject…..for that is what clutters up it’s echelons with unproductive individuals who would have probably done a better job elsewhere….

Professional courses are all very fine….but I don’t profess to love it at all…..Frankly, I don’t see why I should…..It might be my present occupation…..but at heart I shall remain what I am…an unprofessional….

So there…

I demand to differ…..

Surrender

2007-07-22T14:23:00.000+05:30

Tonight I shall dance in the dark......all night....till exhaustion gives way......till I fall down......because tonight I shall be in your arms.....tonight we shall have all the time in the world......tonight nothing shall tear us apart......

Tonight shall be the happiest night of my life......

Wish you were here......

Written in The Sand...

2007-07-21T00:54:00.000+05:30

Ironical....

How close I feel to you......

Ironical too...

How far apart we are....

Measured by distance....today, I'm farther away from you than I was yesterday......Yet yesterday, we looked into each other's eyes, I could hear you breathe....It was dark...but I could almost feel your smile.....almost feel the corners of your lips lift....almost see that tooth of yours, which peeps slightly when you smile......I love that smile of yours.....gives you a whiff of the swashbuckler....Those deep eyes of yours......It's easy to lose myself in their depths......I could look into those enigmatic pools forever.....and then some more.....

I love you....still.....

Today I'm nowhere near you.......I'm separated by miles of the same mysterious depths that I love in your eyes.....yet I can feel you in my very being.....in the entirety of my existence and as I stand on this lonely windswept stretch of sand.......you are all I can think about......I wonder what you're doing at this moment....I wonder...I wonder if your glasses are slipping down your nose.....I wonder if you're thinking about me.....I wonder what it would be like if you had been here with me.....walking down the grainy shore........my hand in yours......I wonder what we would have talked about......

It wouldn't have mattered though......your presence would have........it would have obscured all else.....all voices....all pain....it would have quietened the roaring ocean...muted the whispering wind...it would have shadowed the fanlike palms....hidden every other extraneous element....till all that mattered in the world were our unspoken words.....

Had you been here, I would have missed out on all that make this place what it is.....

But I can live with a little less of them.......

In Tune

2007-07-18T14:40:00.000+05:30

No one could ever know me; no one could ever see me.
Seems like you're the only one who knows what it's like to be me.
Someone to face the day with,
Make it through all the rest with,
Someone I'll always laugh with,
Even at my worst, I'm best with you

- The Rembrandts, Theme from Friends

It all started out because I laughed at one of his jokes....in the morning
assembly...at school.....the joke wasn't even addressed to me......but it was
funny....and I couldn't help laughing....but then he was standing
beside me......Could I help overhearing.....?

Urmi: Once all the scientists died and went to heaven........... They decided to play hide-n- seek ....... Unfortunately Einstein was the one who had the den........... He was supposed to count up to 100...and then start searching..... Everyone starts hiding except Newton.........Newton just draws a square of 1 meter and stands in it right in front of Einstein........... Einstein’s counting......97, 98, and 99.....100........He opens his eyes and finds Newton standing in front........Einstein says "newtons out.Newtons....out....."Newton denies and says, " I'm not out"........ He claims that he is not Newton...... All the scientists come out and he proves that he is not Newton.......... how?.................His proof: Newton says: I am standing in a square of area 1m square.....That means I am Newton per meter square......Hence I am
Pascal.

Q.E.D.

hi?

Saibal: wait i'm readin'
Urmi: Fast....speed is of the essence :P
Saibal: ok finisher.....heard that joke before.... :P
Urmi: now that's a punchline.....We have a winner!!!!!!!!!!
>..<

I hadn't known him for three minutes when I knew that we'd
get along pretty well......we still do....even if we argue for hours on
end......we enjoy it....at least i do.... :)

Saibal: What am I supposed to think??? Nothin' yet.....I was
speakin of views in general.....
Urmi: I want ur opinion...If I wanted a general one, I wud have conducted a survey

We don't always argue...We do other things too.....like......talk about inane subjects.....all the inane subjects the sun ever shone upon....and some on which it didn't.....

Like...

Train companions...

Saibal: I think I'll come by train alone this
time....

Urmi: Why?

Saibal: I never get any hot babe in the same
compartment as mine......

Urmi: he he

Saibal: It's always wailing babies, talkitive
aunties or morose uncles......

or worse.....a prof....

Urmi: he he...welcome to the real
world....:D

His non existent girlfriend..... :)

Saibal: Huh
Urmi: he he......u talked to her lately? * cute giggle *
Saibal: Nope :x
Urmi: hmmmm...told ur parents bout the it?
Saibal: Nope not yet....
Urmi: And u're gonna tell them?
Saibal: of course.......later.....
Urmi: hmmm...he he.. :)

Results......yuck.... >..<

Saibal: By the way....I messed up my results.......this sem.....6.5
Urmi: I know you told me....And I fucked up my law entrance....missed GNLU by 7 bloody mks

Saibal: That must hurt.....

Urmi: It does...trust me....shit........

Saibal: So looks like we're both screwed big-time.....

Urmi: Aren't we best friends??? Great men and women act alike you know....

My insomnia.....and our mutual understanding..... :)

Saibal: Was watching Prison Break.....Felt like talkin to u.....so went online....
Urmi: I have an exam tommorow.....how could u be sure I'd be online? :)

Saibal: I'd have bet my right hand on it...:)