Tresses and changes! :)

So, you all have loved and admired; envied and hated, but none of you all could have missed the tresses on my head. 

*grins*

Now, I am really in a mood for something outrageous and was contemplating cutting my hair real short. I asked a couple of people and all were against the notion except for Isha..!!! :D So, I will throw it here for contention.

Do I cut my hair really short because I feel like it or do I just give it a trim and let it be...??? My hair reaches the middle of my back if you are wondering about the length and is more or less straight unless I have tied my wet hair into a bun where it ends up in nice waves!! :)

So, my dear blog mates; YOU DO HAVE THE POWER!!!!!!! ;)

PS: I still don't have time to write that long post, or visit your blogs. Do pardon me. Sowwie. 

PPS: I owe one to Nimit, the random walk that day made me very happy. Thanks sweetie. And I will always be your fan. Mwahhhh!!!!!

Love, is it?

Shades of love are they now?
Yes, I think they are.
Very much indeed.
<3<3<3<3

Unchecked emotions.

As you stare into the broken mirror, you know what is about to become of you. The shards reflect how broken you feel. The fine mirror dust shows how easily you can be blown away when that time comes! But most of all, the cut on your hand, reflected in the broken glass, drips hope and faith and respect away from you.

Emotions go haywire, unchecked.
Pain becomes a way of life.
The truth bleeds and drains everything that made sense.
The inner musings and stochastic thoughts turn into reality.
Trust dies.
The credence you placed within yourself, that you could find the strength to smile again; falters.
The chance of seeing yourself free from guilt, fades.
The possibility of things falling into place, just remain a possibility.


Anger swells within like a stormy gale itching to unleash it's fury, and instead cuts us open; a laceration refusing to heal.
The lips that smiled have cracked open, they cannot heal.
Death and decay come to the fore.
Hazy illusions of happy times torment us.
Reality becomes an addiction that we cannot get rid of.
The sea refuses to calm you.
The gentle breeze haunts us.
Life throws taunts at you.
Mayhem ensues.

The only thing that keeps you alive, is that single smile you saw. That is all you need. That is all you crave for.
You.

The blood on the mirror gently drips onto the floor. The tides continue.

Mundane, such is my life! :D

Ankur complained in my last post that I don't blog much about my personal life as much as I blog about widely philosophical and abstract things. So this post is to make his day. :)

Lets see now. Where do I start????

Well, for one, I fell at the station again the other day. Apart from the bodily injuries, my pride was hurt. This is my second fall at Vashi station in just as many months. I was abashed, checked if anything was broken and quickly made my exit. No need to sit around and give people another reason to laugh at me. :D Not that they need any reason, but never the less!!

The next day, I ended up going to college in this half dead state because I had some of my friend's stuff and we had a submission going on. A bus journey after a not so subtle fall is dangerous, especially to the posterior which is already inflamed! Sigh. The treacherous bus ride being over, I was in college. Still in one piece. Thankfully!! My friend's submission was done in a jiffy but I still had stuff to complete. After I do all that, my professor took a look at me and told me to go home. Apparently my discomfort and pain was obvious. :| Thank god for small mercies....!!!!! :D

My normal state in college: bewildered and bored. Sometimes in a state of half mad wittiness which leads me to enact various things I see. Including eunuchs. (No offense.)
"Ae chikne, kya dekh raha hai?"
"Ae item, shaanpat, kya dekh raha hai??!"
"Ae Raju!"
"Abe apne aap ko hero samajhta hai, aine mein dekh chehra, bandar hai."

These are some of the days when I am in a mood to harass and irritate my classmates. These are the days when I cannot and will not be restrained!! :D What can I say? It is fun to be me! ;) Of course, it may cause half the guys in your college to forget you are a girl at the end of the day. I hold no responsibilities if such a thing happens with you!!! :D

Apart from that, I spend too much time on my phone; not talking, but listening to music. Too much music. I don't need my phone but I always need my music. :) I live for it and I swear by it! :D

Also, I am thankful to Joel. His phone saved my life in the 25 odd days that the Sony Ericsson guys harassed me to give me my phone back. Also, I am so glad you had come. It was an awesome 33 days and I still miss you loads. :(

These are pictures from the card I made for him, as a going away gift. If something doesn't make sense here, it is because the card was for Joel! :D :D :D

The Envelope

The first page
(And in my opinion the most shoddy one!)

Page 2

This page took a lot of time, because alphabets are hard to find!! :D

This is according to me, my favourite page!! :D It ultimately had all the letters in it!

The last two pages, meant for Joel's understanding only!!!! =P

Well, yes, now that you all know what all I do other can contemplate the abstract and the weird, I am off, I have an entire kitchen to ransack! See ya!!!

The Coin: Happiness and its Progress.

It is 3:35 am. Life is moving, gentle paced and teasing. Like the bus you run after knowing you can get in and a millisecond before you do, the driver floors it. Like the last ray of the sun which you are determined to catch; before you wilt and die. Like the beauty of a dew drop; which won't survive the day. Like the melodious sound of a baby's laughter, before it grows up. Like that last sip of alcohol; which keeps your emotions in check. Life moves on. It is just us who have to choose to move on with it, or to wait and watch as it slips by.

TOSS:

• Amazing friends
• Caring boyfriend
• Understanding parents
• Picture perfect life
• Oodles of smiles
• Plethora of happiness
• Perfect family
• Nirvana

FLIP:

• Friends turn the blind eye
• Boyfriend shows the other side
• Parents still understand
• Patience is tested
• Sister metes out the silent treatment
• Bruises and cuts
• Blood
• Utopia

Even in death, there is peace, there is a shrouded covering of non-feign-able calm and peace. The aura and the beauty combined with the charm of silence, life goes on. Life never stops. Just our life does. Does it even matter that we live for others? Does it even matter that we care? I spent an entire vacation trying to figure out how to work things right with you, the moment I turned; you weren't there. I missed you. Yes, we have had issues. Lets do this right. Lets sort this out. Maybe, I will walk on the beach with you. Maybe; hand in hand.

PS: My letter to happiness. Unadulterated joy. I miss you. A lot. I wish you were here.

PPS: I am fine. And this is fiction. At least some of it. The friends, the family and the boyfriend are all doing well!! :)

The Poem.

Words and rhymes just ebb and flow
The world is still fresh and mellow
The pain and the scars keep you alive
The hand that feeds you shrivels and dies
The thirst and heat do their trick
Reality hits like a tonne of bricks
For every drop of rain that pours
Menial issues become cored
The yellowed swing still swings by
The patched ground is very dry
Hope dies and steps falter
Destruction shows up the the altar
Both sides of a coin are unfair
The bullet grazes past your hair
The shining ray of light fades
The walnut tree shades your grave.

PS: It has been a while and I have missed this space. I haven't had time to be courteous or chivalrous when it came down to blog etiquette and I apologise.

PPS: I missed you guys!

The last bit!

I'm going to keep this simple and sweet!

Joel is back; and how! Most of the things on the last "I want" list have been fulfilled. I'm not going to be coming back to this place for some time. Hope you guys keep well. Have a good weekend. Happy Independence day!

The eternal confusion in the realms of life...

It is raining outside,
My hair won't settle
I need a vacation;
I'm sick of doing words,
I want a cuddle
A hug or two more
I want a reunion
I want to meet someone for the first time
I want to see the moon
I want to run free
The sea beckoning to me
I want Christian Bale
I want someone to croon for me
I need that last bit of cheesecake
I want mom to bake
My eyes demand rest
My mind wants more
Sleep is a tentative word
Kisses are sweet albeit rare
I have to go shopping
I have to live up to my own expectations
The last 3 inches refuse to budge
Italian things are what dreams are made of
Both the cars and the men!
I want to meet Boozo
Maybe spend time with nature
I want to rewrite the lyrics of Black
I want to blow bubbles
And clear the window pane
The last bits of moisture
Fizzy hazes of pain
I want to break down
And yet fly so high
I want cookies too
Maybe some samosas with it
Soul curry for the mind
And get wasted away all night long
I want a voice which will make people weep
And eyes that will captivate your soul
Holding on forever
It is still pouring outside..

I know that wishing won't get me anywhere
But it won't stop me from dreaming!
You there, I love you.
You are reading this because you care! :)