These days are rare..but when they happen, i whisk away into the thought pool happily, with abandon.
On such days, I just lay back and allow myself to feel things. Overwhelmed by gratitude for everything I have been able to experience in my life.
Strong connections, great friends, some really nice people, a loving and supportive family, a caring partner.
In this age of instant gratification, we get so caught up in the day to day rush, that we forget the people we have met over our journey to this point. How at peace some moments made you feel. Places where you stayed for two three days, but felt like you belonged there.
Some utterly beautiful sunsets, some very tiring, very worthwhile walks, some long night conversations, some bonds that didn’t seem forced.
Today I am counting my blessings. I know life will throw its setbacks my way, but today I rejoice. And today, I cherish.
Startled, the eye enquired: “Where have you been? I never imagined I would be so deprived of you. That there will come a day where I have to crave for your visit. We almost lost touch.”
Tear replied: “I am your friend, ain’t I? or Am I your foe now, your barely want to see me?”
Eye gave some thought to it and then told the tear: “May be we are friends and enemies. You are there in happiness and in despair. It almost seems impossible to give you up. Too much of you seems detrimental to health and seeing too little of you makes me anxious. I always know you’ll come around. It’s almost like we go hand in hand. I love your absence and you hate seeing me happy without you.
Tomorrow, I’ll be shifting to a new house. Somehow managed to pack my stuff with an injured feet through a friend’s help. She was a blessing in disguise. I have been staying in the current room for about three years. To be honest, I am a bit anxious about leaving this place, that I have grown pretty comfortable staying at. Probably the reason why I am writing about it on my last night here.
It took a little while but this became my home. Memories. Moments of all kinds, nerve-wrecking and some breath-taking. Funny as it may sound but this house has witnessed me grow, been my humble abode on good and bad days.
I guess the feeling is natural. You get attached, and then you have to let go. Of course it is a tad bit more flummoxing to people who are emotional, isn’t it? Time to bid adieu. Here’s to changes, for the better. :).
Time is flying! Really! I was perusing through my About page and I realized I have to update my age again..I just turned 26 a week back. Officialy treading to the tumultuous path of adulthood. So, after one crosses 25, aren’t we supposed to be like oh well! yeah! age is just a number. I don’t know though. I still want gifts and cakes and all “it’s your day” drama around me. Birthdays are a big deal for me.
So anyway, this one went quite smooth as I was on a road trip to a friend’s wedding who decided to get married on my birthday(!). Speaking about weddings, my friends are on a full-fledged nuptial spree. They are either hitched or in the process to be. Everyone is talking about it or thinking about it. And here I am..attending back to back marriage functions, in December, Feb, March, April..Phew.
And also, here I am, clueless about my own future. Questions come at me like…do you want to go for love marriage or arranged marriage? And I am answering things like, I don’t want to go for marriage. Which is true though, per my current state of mind. I mean how does a marriage define you are on the right ladder of your journey? I have no thoughts in my mind lately. I also am hating the fact that I am growing apart to some of these so-called “friends”. Makes me question the very foundation that, Were we even friends at the first place?
So anyway, as I age, things are getting murkier. People are changing. I am changing. I know not what is right, nor what is age appropriate. I know it is my journey, and I have to traverse it on my own rules.
P.S.These are all pics from the weddings I attended in the past few months. Lots of fun, food, dance, happy moments.
Yeah that’s me…and yes those are my freakishly long arms. Flying amidst peace and quiet of the azure sky. On top of that was the sea(bottom literally).
This trip soothed me in ways more than one to count. I have plenty to say and yet I am falling short on words. This post is going to be more of a visual update.
To start with, we booked these awesome cottages. Made me feel like settling there forever.
None of our chalked out plans worked.
Yet, we had the bestest time ever. We got drenched to the bones and ate paani puri in middle of the rain.
Dabbled half a day in the pool. Played Ludo/Snake and Ladder at nights. Posed and posed. Spent two hours daily at the breakfast table talking about silly nothings, listening to all kind of songs.
By some stroke of luck we got the chance to partake in water sport activities.
There was the beach and all thrilling events happening around.
Some more beach..and ample to ponder about.
Loads of heat, hell lot of tan..and a dozen opportunities for me to strut my recently inked tattoo.. 😀
After tiring ourselves to the brim, we headed to a club, decked up and danced past midnight. From what I remember, it was immense somatic pain a day after.
Company was of my favorite kind of people; us, a few bunch of drained homo-sapiens striding through adulthood, each with his/her own set of issues. I guess, when we got together, catching up after so long, laughing, singing, prancing around, I nearly forgot this usual life. The air felt different. No liabilities. No tensions. I was as light in my head as a helium gas particle.
And now, the trip is over. Have to catch up with the routine. I am still in recovery mode. Recovery from intrinsic bliss you may call it. Because they say no…happiness is momentary. I sure had my moments!
I am out with friends and I look happy and frolicky, decked up, spruced up, company is good, food tastes great, such a lovely evening, yay kind of Sunday! Everything seems in place and oh so fine, until some stupid, uncalled for, moronic, crappy, mushy, lovey dovey song starts playing in the background and overwhelms me with influx of gazillion emotions, inadvertently reminding me of you. Ehhh.
Damn you brilliant musicians and lyricists and singers all over the world! Totally unaware of the turmoil you cause to some cushion hearted people.
Friendship day is around the corner and I am a sucker for these “Not really-an-occasion still celebrating it” days! So, I would take this day as an opportunity/excuse to tell you guys about my pals. Now why would that interest you? because, I am sure you have friends too and in the process, we can mutually relate and rant!
Friends come in all sizes and shapes, you got to treasure them and at times bear with them as well. I have got a weird set and will use their nicknames here, because who lashes out on their friends publically? 😀
Anyway, here goes:
There is Satan; satan because he is devil’s spawn. The type of friend whose mention keeps recurring in your blog. Because you adore them darn so much! The one you tag as BFF. You happen to mention them so many times that it actually gets irritating for others. The one you have solid trust on. Whose phone number you don’t have to look up in your contact card. And the one who catches your every nerve..whether you are angry, jolly or sad!
Then I have Deba, the eccentric kinds. You never know what new idea he will come up with next. Let’s study together! Let’s play a song together! Let’s go to foreign land. This one falls under MAD category. Will mock you on every chance they get but will also go out of their way to help you out. The type of friend you are at your comfortable best with. You don’t struggle on deciding what to wear when you are meeting them, which is pretty cool. 🙂 .
Su, she is the sensible one. If you are diving off an edge of a cliff, she will be the one to shout out if your safety belt is fastened or not. Yeah, the caring kinds. The ones who pamper you to an extent that when you meet new people you feel like a kid on first day of his kindergarten. You barely have a fight with them. Even your parents love them. The type of friend you can have late night conversations with, about practically nothing or something!
Fu, my nemesis, the friend I have a love hate relation with. There will be days, when I strictly do not feel like talking to her and then come days when she becomes my dire need. She is amongst those friends who get on your nerves, who will always smart mouth you; the one you always end up arguing with; at days you feel like killing them(at least I feel so!) but you won’t let them go because conclusively you love them.
Robot, okay this one is a tricky friend I possess. Doesn’t hang out with my usual friends, won’t have regular conversations like friends do; quite a recluse, yet we stay befriended(if that is grammatically correct). He is the kind of friend, you have had complications with (aka history) and some grounds are really shaky. But then I care. He cares. It is somewhat like can’t do with them, can’t do without them!
Chunks, my best shopping partner. Before purchasing anything I keep mine as well as her choice in mind. :D. The friend you enjoy girly time with, the friend you kind of love to flaunt.
DN, we guys don’t call each other up for months. Are unaware on our whereabouts but there are some friends who have been there since forever. He falls under that category.
Viveks, Gro, Vish, Shwets, part of the circle. We hang. We crack jokes. We share updates of other members in the circle. We meet seldom, but when we do, it’s party all night! Yeah, party all night!
Ty and 100gm: my long distance school time buddies. Have to be mentioned. Ty is my solace when world is spinning around. And 100gm and I have such fun school memories! Friends you catch up in long times and who take you back to your roots.
That is all I guess..!
Do tell me, what crazy bunch you have to deal with?!
Yeah..it is unethical..and not girl-like to talk about shit in public…but “why waste time abiding opinions”. So here I am with a poop story. God made me realize the very essense of patience today. I was out with my friends, celebrating a pal’s birthday and we ate a plethora of food from this restaurant(won’t name the damned restaurant) Everything under control yet. So was heading towards my home at night. And my stomach started taking some unsual rides. I was like okay..this is normal because I had so much to eat! Little did I know what was coming up. This uneasiness in my stomach started surging..increasing with each passing minute. So much so that I booked a cab instead of using the public transport(about ten times cheaper) so that I could use the loo sooner. Didn’t have NO strength or patience to search for it near by. I was still half an hour away from my poop destination. To be frank, I was pretty amused as I have very high threshold in these matters. I was talking to myself in head: Shit man! What’s wrong ? How can I feel so icky. That too being an adult. That ride was like the longest ever. iPod was turned off. Cellphone bunked into my bag. I was so directed and focussed I cannot express! Each red signal on the way paced my stomach molecules and made me hurdle here and there. MOST PATHETIC half an hour of my life. What all tricks did I manifest to deviate from my current situation! I was thinking about my past boyfriends. And then about things that calm me down. Shopping. Beaches. Washrooms. NO HELP. So I just sat there and took God’s name..and said to myself…just a few more minutes for the doors to Heaven. :D. And i proactively took out my keys and the money I had to pay to the driver. At last..it was over! There is no relief better than such. PS: There was something wrong with the food! My friend called me up cursing it later and said..aaaiii..loose motions! 😀
Haven’t I spoken enough already on my birthday!..but well..when I can bash out my friends on a public forum, I guess they do deserve some applauds where the credit is due. Well, lots of good wishes, gifts, cake, smiles. I won’t say much. Pictures can do the talking.
For the love of my shoes, I got a shoe rack. And then I got a parcel that said: This gift box contains emotions. :D. Customized chocolates. Birthday cake with a message on how I should not panic about turning 25! I mean my friends rocked my birthday. Completely nailed it! My brother called me up (which again was an achievement) and my mum dad were as always showering me with the looooove.
I don’t know why do I complain so much! Girl, look around and smile.
So anyway, I wanted to write on some other stuffs, but today is just a day for being grateful. And humble. :P. Will sign off here.
When it is your birthday eve, and you are blogging instead of (i don’t know..) celebrating..makes you ponder if everything is on the right track. Did you make right friends or will they just disappoint you on every possible occasion! My pals..the closest ones..turned out to be pricks..busy..sleeping and what not. Sure they will come around but it buzzed me off a little.
May be, I am behaving little kiddish. Or probably, the best people in my life are all jerks. I guess here comes first of those lessons of turning 25. Be content with what you have! Anyway, I am going to wipe the scorn off my face. Today I adorned the world with my endearing presence. Gives me all the reason to smile. :).