Friends in strange places and stranger times

Have you ever felt like kicking yourself for not having met a person before? Or happy at the same time because you met them atleast, and 'tried' to make yourself feel better with the thought that maybe it is really nice because you met them at this time in your life.

'Duuuuuuuuuude' it is a very wierd place to be at. And eerily nice.

Late night conversations, connections, freakishly close almosts, and never ending similarities. Hopes and dreams and promises to keep... thank you man!

Mornings

Early Morning
Coffee breath
Scattered brains
Pope and Moslems
News
Lost arcs
Promises
Last conversation
Apologies
Life’s unlearnt lessons
Dead ends
And new roads

*Applause*

So you know you have reached the portals of fame and fortune when you get mentioned and plugged by certain bloggers (Statcounter being indicator number 1). So what if you had to beg them at first and then wait for an opportune moment to threaten them!

I used the emotional blackmail with Psychiaah and the threat route was taken with 'world famous in Mica' Sir Gaurav Sabnis IBM/PSU waale.

These bloggers are the reason why I am compelled to make a post every 3 seconds as opposed to every 4 months maybe. They are the reason the term 'misuse of PSU facilities' has taken a new dimension all together! They are the reason I know exactly (to three points in decimals) how vulgar my sense of humor is, that there actually is a song for all the stupids out there, and that VH1 uses Indian tracks to promote their shows.

So all in all, a happy week. I can't stop beaming at the fact that people are actually jobless enough to read my blog! I don't promise you but will try to add value to your reading experience soon enough! While you are at it, do stop by to smell my undies!

Excitingus Diseasus

So just when I thought I had the most rotten luck in the whole wide world, I find out that I have appendicitis.

Now this appendicitis is not your regular 'Sorry but your appendix just burst and you are dying, it was nice curing/not curing you' sorta variety. Mine got detected on an early stage,thankfully.

So the upside:

I got to miss exams (woohoo),got to get home early, got to bully a few friends into doing my work, got to sleep late into the day, got to watch some awesome movies... you get the drift.

The downers, a constant nagging ache, home is kinda boring and ya the possibility of a cut up stomach is not very appealing. And to think its a frikkin vestigial organ man. I mean it doesn't even help me live a fulfilling life where I can crib in peace. What a bitch.

All in all, ya this is what has been 'up' in my exciting life.

Come back for more, since I will have all the time in the world to think about trivial things to blog about. And those of you who know me and are in Delhi, losers why haven't you yet seen me. I hate you but I could do with flowers and candy!

Of Passing Fauxes

So Sarika, my dear dear friend who suffers from OCD, which forces her to make around 45362 posts in a single day on her blog finally did mention me on post number 'Blurty can't count beyond a trillion' which obviously precedes post number 'Blurty is still not equipped to count that many posts'.

And what love she bestows upon me in real life too. We are walking back from a long tiring class to our hostels where we start to discuss Southpark and the characters we resemble most, and without a blink this true friend says "Sana is Butters". And the story doesn't finish here. I am Butters. And this statement doesn't change even after what seems to be a 'I need to go to the loo just when person A has gone in to the same loo to take a dump' minute long silence.

Obviously I feel very nice.

I also have a friend who 'forgets' to call me for dinner when she goes to the mess, and another who chops my feet right off with her razor sharp looks dare I step on her carpet with my shoes on!

But seriously, isn't this life worth living for!

For more details, contact the 'wicked sistaahs' at MICA!

Circle Has Only One Side

Butter fingered catches
And cute laughter
Serious star gazing
And music lists
Broken promises
And one sided conversations
Version 2 bruised ego
New people
Full circle
Repeat

Unsent

To the 7 and more unfinished conversations that you owe me.
To all the coffee that's waiting to be had.
To all the 'could haves' and 'should haves'.
To all 170.2 Mbs of 'you' that you gave to me. (So what in the selfish hope that your plumage will be appreciated).
To carousel rides and barf bags.
To all of you and none of us.

"I was just thinking about how things change so much so fast and the jigsaw puzzle keeps changing its picture. So when you start out to build that picture, it isnt the same a lil later so all you are doing is trying to get to the final picture but you never can. It's like one of those things. Am I getting across? I dunno but you can't imagine the degree by which your life changes and in so lil time, it is that unpredictable. And in that lies the fun, and the thrill and sometimes sadness (but only temporary thankfully!) We are such funny species, God gave us the prerogative in the power to be able to think and comprehend within which is all the complicatedness. And meaning. The drive to live and uncover what lies covered. I mean what fun would it be to be procreating like a pet animal(not that I would complain :P) and just 'being'. At the mercy of a care taker. No writing, reading or farting out from the mouth. Eeeyyuuu!

Well that is that."

"Ive looked at love from both sides now
From give and take, and still somehow
Its loves illusions I recall
I really dont know love at all
Ive looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
Its lifes illusions I recall
I really dont know life at all"

"I'm on fire
When you're near me
I'm on fire
When you speak
And I'm on fire
Burning at these mysteries
These mysteries..."

"Dearest

Love
Me"

"What I would do to get off this rollercoaster and melt away"

"Just to let you know, I can't play by your rules."

"I can do betterYou are no Jay Hernandez"

"Me: Why couldn't we be just friends?
You: I don't know. Anything"

"I know I will not stop talking to you or hate you ever but you make me sad because I was and have been wrong in 'expecting' you to be my best friend and understanding."

"That you were an island and I passed you by
And you were an island to discover
When the truth is, I miss you
Yeah the truth is, that I miss you so
And I'm tired I should not have let you go
So I (wish I could) crawl back into your open arms"

"I guess it wasn't meant to be"

For Freaks and Others

You must listen to 'Beautiful freak' by Eels. I would like to believe that it is my song. See, I lost out because the Eels didn’t write it for me :(, but if someone were to sing it for me ever, I would definitely, positively, affirmatively get wobbly in the knees and be his biyaatch for sure.

Though it is far from being a happy song (this dude wrote it for his manic depressive sister who eventually committed suicide), it is for a misfit who the world doesn’t accept but in my head, it is a song for someone... anyone, deeply misunderstood but equally beautiful (and there are many like that). And it is he who recognises that beauty. And in that recognition, she has most unselfishly been loved. Pure.

Of Dear Diary Moments

Growing up
Fast
Slow motion
Life
Meaning
Jibes
Little Girl
Blue
Bright Lights
Blind
Long winding roads
Conversations
Coffee
Yellow lamp to hide
And burn within.

"Don't be so naive, K!"
-Al Pacino to Diane Keaton in 'The Godfather'