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Friday, July 31, 2009

Love or something like it!


Some things are never meant to be together. Things like oil and water, orange juice and tooth paste.


Me and Ann

There are a thousand names for it affection, devotion, fondness, infatuation. It's an incredibly complex system of interweaving thoughts and feelings that influences us and the ones around us and it all boils down to one fairly simple fact: Shit Happens!

Apparently a good romantic Bollywood flick engenders a sense of longing that I cooperate with my heart and start thinking on the lines of What If.

We were together for what one would call a blip in my dating life, we may even have forgotten what we said, what we did but sometimes in the night after the afore said movie I remember how she made me feel. How a simple text like 'ahem' would wake me up from my slumber, even today after all this time I don't think I have received a better text.

I have a habit of chewing on things after they are at least an year or two old. You see back when I was a kid I had an operation done which blocks out all the unpleasant things for a period of at least 2 years.

2 years ago.

I had built up all my defenses, a whole suit of armour if you will, so nothing could hurt me, then one stupid girl, no different from any other stupid girl, wandered into a metro station and therefore into my stupid life... I gave her a piece of me. She didn't ask for it. Then one day she did something as dumb as agreeing to go out on a date with me, she did this dumb thing a couple of more times and my life wasn't my own anymore.

As some of you may know I am not much of a talker usually I get by, by nodding my head at an interval of 1. 35 mins and saying I understand exactly 20 seconds after the nod. She on the other hand loved to talk and talk she did. I knew about the life of people I had never met, would never meet and probably never had the intention of meeting. And the truth is she totally pulled it off, the talking bit I mean.

And then I ended it all for good enough sane reasons which still are good enough. As I said some things are never meant to be together. Things like oil and water, orange juice and tooth paste.

Me and Ann

But tomorrow is another day!


PS: Let me know if the title is corny or not

PPS: The above post is a work of fiction which may be derived from some real life events.

Saturday, July 04, 2009

Let there be light and lets look at the past

As a famous guy once said "Let there be light", I am back biatches and I have a feeling I am going to be much more regular. Yes I have stories to spin and tell.

Last year has been errr to say the least eventful and it will all be brought to its rightful culmination in a few more months *fingers crossed*. You shall be informed and made up to date with all the gory details,don't worry.


Now that we are done with the all the niceties I shall begin the story.


College:You have four years to be irresponsible here. Relax. Work is for people with jobs. You'll never remember class time, but you'll remember time you wasted hanging out with your friends. So, stay out late. Go out on a Tuesday with your friends when you have a paper due Wednesday. Spend money you don't have. Drink 'til sunrise. The work never ends, but college does.


29th July 2003: I entered Roorkee for the very first time. I had passed this small sleepy town two years back on a school trip to Mussorie and had been teased by my friends that I might be here the next year, took me one extra year but I was finally here.


First Impressions and being late as always: I was impressed with the small colonial style department buildings and the picturesque Main Building and was looking forward to have a dekho at my Bhawan(Dorm) room but first the registration formalities had to be completed. After much asking and reading the sign boards we finally reached the Civil Auditorium and I was the last person to register for Electrical.


Dorm Room and the Roomie: I had hoped for a nice room and a nicer roomie who will follow all my orders, yes I am hitlerstic like that. But all I got was F-74, the last room in the whole frigging hostel (the one beside the common bathrooms!) with a mile wide U turn to get to the department and not to mention no garden view :(. The roomie was a small town guy who had listened to a grand total of 1 English song that too by Sucky Celine Dion or whatever her name is. I rest my case.


Pendulum swings a month or two


Muvo and Avril Lavigne: I was accompanied by my dearest friend Walkman to the campus and our friendship had its up and downs usually broken in by battery changes, but all relationships are not meant to last and this one breathed its last in about 2 months. I was left alone in the eerie silence for 2 days, unable to take it anymore I decided to venture forth and meet the weird specks guy in my row who happened to have a mp3 player. I know it is sad now but trust me it was the latest craze that had not caught on in India at that time. He has always been cool like that, the weird specks guy I mean.


Pendulum Swings 4 years


23rd May 2007: College ends, Real world beckons, I can't pretend to be Peter Pan anymore. Or so I thought.


PS: More to come when I feel like it.