It's her birthday!

This is Nandini. She used to be my roommate back in one of the many days at the biggest prick of a hostel- Kalyan Kendra. Now I know you cannot see her face properly and it doesn't matter because she hates attention of the paparazzi-likes-kind. And I'm definitely one of her much-annoying paparazzos! She is probably gonna kill me for this too. But maybe today shall be exceptional. It is her birthday, after all. Haaappy Birthday!

Since this post began really randomly, I have no idea how to begin adequately or what to say but may be I could start to tell you of her many exceptional qualities:

1. She will tell you like it is...oh,believe me,exactly like it is.
2. She has no hold-ups, emotional or superficial.
3. She loves Bono and Zakir passionately.
4. She loves wild life and Animal Turf.
5. If it's somebody she loves or something she loves, she will guard it more fiercely than a young mother-tigress.
6. She thrives on gossip. She has been known to hang upside down from her bunk bed at the hostel while straining to hear tidbits of shouting-matches between our warden's husband and son, from an open window and with of course, no care for her life.
7. She inspires me! Truly. She can inspire anyone, she's an awesome teacher.
8. She sees through your phoniness.
9. She loves her space and keeping in touch with someone really undermines her unique attitude and style.
10. She pretends to not care but she cares very,very much indeed.
11. She teaches you new bad words, language being no barrier.
12. She can love with unconditional abandon.
13. She is a great room-mate for the most unconventional reasons.
14. She is completely unconventional.
15. She's coolio!
16. She.....Oh well, I could go on and on, let me just say that I love her so very much and I really miss her like hell! Being with her is like being on a consistent trip and always in a very good way.

A Diary Entry-Sorts...

I think that I’m finally facing the many monsters in my closet. I mean, last night (15-04, for the records) for the first time in two weeks or more, I slept with the lights off. I don’t know if it was my electricity bill of last month which propelled me to do so or sheer bravery in the face of invisible monsters. I’m not freaking myself out silly over the lack of a job, a boyfriend… The latter half is something that I’ve honestly hoped would start chasing me than me chasing whoever the hell he is. And wherever he might be. Residing in the cool Bermudas or the depths of Egypt or among the structures at Greece… I like to be optimistic! I’m finally gonna take Gabe off the wall and will start playing him today. I’ve got the chords to ‘I’m yours’ by Jason Mraz. I still remember C, G, Am but F’s gonna be a tough cookie to break. My finger-tips have been far too delicate for a long time now. I’m meeting Qyara after a long time today… Can’t wait to hear more stories of Akansha, and discuss how romantic Edward Cullen is. I’ve got her hooked on to the Twilight Series too. It feels good to spread the love. Okay, I need to shower before I meet her so adios, invisible friends. You know I love you!

Later (The Next Day) -----

We went to the Beach! : ) I haven’t been to a beach in so long and it felt good to be there. Being at the beach is definitely a healthy feeling, the glittery and gritty sand, the sea-spray, the sky, the clouds, the birds, the breeze etc. really make you feel good. I showed Qyara the cool Accent feature that we have on our cameras and we had fun experimenting with it. We sat till the sunset but it was really difficult to capture the orange sun in a pretty picture as it gradually disappeared into the foamy sea and it made me wish I had an SLR or a really high-definition camera just for the same.

And she had the tenth installment of the Princess Diaries, so she lent it to me, I was super-excited about it and I still am. I hope Michael and Mia get back together cuz J.P, her new boyfriend is a shithead!

The Princess Diaries is an amazing series, and yeah, it pretty much seems like a book for teens, it is to an extent, but hello, even older people can read it too. I mean, Meg Cabot wrote the Series, and she isn’t exactly a teen so you can’t feel ashamed if you’re 23 and reading it just cuz it makes you happy. Some of you can even relate to Mia – She’s a shy and awkward teen with a fierce love to write and make a difference. She worries about the silliest things but it makes you laugh because you know you’ve been there, too! I know I do. Most of us are really awkward while growing up and I feel that, even now and I think I’ll always be that girl who hates attention of any kind, who loves to write and just be the same person. It’s always been a different kind of popularity I hope to attain, more of making a difference or being passionate about something and doing it right, like I’m generally very deathly afraid of crowds and public speaking but if it were my Rosecraft Ideas I had to talk about or Global Warming, that’s the kind of stuff I can talk about without feeling like I’m going to die or disappear into the ground. Anyway, I’m digressing…. I haven’t written or should I specifically say, hand-written in my actual journal for so long. In fact, I’ve started writing here more than there. And this is not totally a public journal but it makes me happy to write here and it’s not the fact that I would like my friends to read it, in fact very few people even know I write here but it’s more of the fact that it makes you feel nice when strangers read it and share their thoughts with you which is why it is also amazing to bump into really cool blogs by other awesome writers. : )

Anyway, before I headed home last night, I met Bouncie at Andheri St and we chatted for quite a while before leaving for home, it was nice to meet her and just talk since she’s been busy with work otherwise and she somehow looks really pretty every time I see her or maybe her hair-cut always makes her look fresh or something. We had milkshakes and discussed our lives pure 22 style!

P.S. Btw, Michael and Mia did get back together and it's been an awesome finish to the series! :)

You, Your Screen, Your PC, The Internet, WWW.

Dear You,

Hi! How have you been? I'm pretty afraid that I've fucked things up with a good friend. Not sure though, but I really, really hope not. I have just 6 grand left in my account. I wish I were walking at Marine Drive now....Lord knows how I'd like to feel the Sea-Spray on my face. My head hurts. I miss having real, personal e-mails in my inbox. It's been long since I've even received any unofficial letters. My best friend, Mi promised she'd write me one today and then she tells me she couldn't find any paper at home. Funny,huh? Oh, I have to tell you this funny thing that happened to me on the train. So I tell this lady on the train that there's an insect on her kurta, she smiles at me and I thought she'd brush it off and thank me (fat chance but wait, I'm spoiling it), instead she flicks it off right back at me and in my head, I'm laughing at how fricking funny-strange it is! Luckily, it wasn't a scary insect else I would have flicked it back at her and scurried off. What a weirdo, right? Funny way to say thanks, Lady.

And they stopped selling those cool earring wire things at Hobby Idea...They said no one bought them but I used to! :( The saleslady told me I'd get it at Buleshwar or something.

Have you heard Love etc by Pet Shop Boys....it's an amazing trance-pop haunting kind of song...very pop-art in its sound, even though pop-art is more see-able than intangible, I think you can almost hear it in this song! Check it out.

I've been horribly and irreversibly wrong about something that it makes me wanna cry and at the same time, I'm smiling at how freaking foolish I've been, as now whilst I type this to you, I chat with the afore-mentioned friend and nothing's fucked except the stuff on the inside of my head. I've been a freaking delusional nut. Shit, why did I do this? I've been an egoistic fool. I have never felt this stupid in so long.

Um....Was this supposed to be about me or you? Sorry I haven't been the greatest friend yet. Tell me about you now. I've missed you. I need a hug. Very Badly.

Love,

Me.

When, I wonder ?

It would break me and yet I incessantly pursue it...the thought of it consumes me.
I still want to know to when it will happen and I strive to know why it has not happened yet.
Does that make me crazy, sick or just deluded?
I can think straight but inside, I feel thirsty....deprived and lonely.
I just want to be in love once. I’m not stupid to think it could last forever. But I just want a taste of it.
Just once and I will be cured. At least, for a while, right? I mean, it can’t be like Crystal Meth or Weed, right or anything that you could get addicted to? Or can you? Okay, yeah, you got me, I know love can be a bit of drug sometimes. But honestly, if things didn’t work out, you at least can move on, you don’t have to go to rehab as such. I think I’m contradicting myself here cuz some things are just metaphors that when you relate them to the whole process of love, it does make total sense. I shall cease to write more on this now.

Edward Cullen is the sweetest vampire ever! He’s sweet, simple yet traditionally very romantic and sensitive. He loves Music and he doesn’t sleep ever and he is just so adorable in the whole fact of dancing because it’s the most human thing and trying to make Bella dance with him or rather dance because he loves her so much. He’s got an intense sensitivity about him which is truly alluring. The fact that he falls for Bella makes it perfect…they are both perfect together. Their love is so innocent and pure.
The way that he kisses her for the first time when he asks for her to stay still and tells her that he’s wondered for so long what it would be like or feel like is just the most romantic thing to say to a girl ever. Oooh, I just wish there were someone like him. And their first kiss is innocent yet explosive and you can feel the love between them, it makes you feel like you wish you were loved like that, to be engulfed in a love so pure and deep. Fuck, I must sound like a retard (Only because now love has been reduced to just pure and plain sex to an extent, and I am not against sex or anything as it is strictly one’s personal choice and opinion but it would be nice to know that you can still hope for something real, true in this world of teeming sex-addicts and love-farcers). Now you understand how cool it is to write where you know no one really is going to trespass or even find out, for that matter. It gives us, writers, sole pleasure and a heightened sense of secrecy. Especially when you dawdle on something that you are sure is not going anywhere credible or rather, intelligible.