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After a very well-spent day today, I feel like I’ve learnt a lot about life. T’was my birthday today, and this year, I really wanted to celebrate. So Mom and Dad (I Love You guys- although this sounds like the words of an Oscar winner, it comes from deep within my heart) slaved since yesterday evening to fix a perfect party for me…

The day started off with a midnight wish from a friend, a 4 o clock SMS from a cousin and another SMS at 5 from a friend. It proceeded with calls from people I love, a visit from my cousin (the same one who sent the SMS at 4), and friends streaming in to celebrate. Aama and Baba had taken the trouble to bake a cake at home, prepare watermelon juice at home, and make food. So there… Only four of my invitees couldn’t make it (and I missed them tremendously), but the rest was great. I celebrated my birthday with my closest family and bestest friends, and I had great fun…

Apart from the fact that I got some unexpected calls and smses, today was special also because I went out to a friend’s treat (his birthday’s tommorrow) and I had a great time there too. And then came the realisations…

The things that remind me of you (a poem)

Sick of writing “Oh you don’t love me ” poems, I decided one day very recently to write the “I’m in love and it feels great” poem. Here’s the latest draft of it. Enjoy…People who are newly in love, please do remember that it will not always be this pleasant. I thought I’d post it on V Day, but since V day is a long way to come, here it is…

Things that remind me of you,
Chicken Macaroni, a certain fruit, speed.
The nickname you never knew referred to you,
The idea of a certain somebody smoking cigarrettes for lunch,
The table at the corner
And all the messages you never replied to.
The words “I think I know you”
And old Nokia phones
Sharing an umbrella and how I couldn’t stop talking about you that day.
Photos of you I sometimes run across,
All the different nmes you call me by,
And now, the Environment project I couldn’t finish on time
Because I spent the whole morning
Writing a poem about you,
Only to mistakenly delete it from the computer
Without copying in into my pen drive.
Plus, much much more.

You’re not forgotten
Never to be, 
Cuz I know what could’ve been
If only it was “meant to be.”

Why I didn’t explain

(Inspired by a blog I ran across and whose url I have lost somewhere and by a quote that Jyoti really loves)

“Never explain–your friends do not need it and your enemies will not believe you anyway.” Elbert Hubbard US author

Dear ___,

I didn’t explain because I thought you’d understand. I didn’t see the need to explain because I thought that you could read my mind. How else were you able to complete my sentences and know exactly what it was I wanted in the past? I didn’t explain because I was too tongue-tied then and later I told myself that I didn’t have to. And now, although I know of things that “could have been” if I’d explained, I’m glad I didn’t, because really, it’s a waste of time. You probably wouldn’t have believed me anyway…
Signed,
Me (…forever)

Ramblings

Hmm… Life’s passing by in a blur- assignments, tests, ‘essential’ socialisations, waiting for a call or a meeting, class. Regrets about why I didn’t give my poem to the school paper- if all those poems got published, mine probably would have too. Torn between the many duties and obligations I have. Feeling pthetic because there’s this girl I know who people… (of forget it. It’s not about popularity though) okay fine, she just has everything. (Once upon a time, people thought the same about me. Only it wasn’t that way).

Anyways, I thought I liked the new lab boy but it turned out that the guy was not a lab boy at all, in fact, I haven’t seen him at school since the day I first saw him. And I don’t wish to, after two of my friends laughed to my face when I told the I had a crush on the ‘lab-boy’.

Exams approaching. Don’t know what to do about that. feeling extremely guilty about not being able to prioratise, and trying to push ‘things’ out of my mind. Someone told me I looked pretty today (the someone is not a special guy, not a guy at all, but I still felt great!). This week has been great- had been great. Today was just BAD. Not that anything happened, but I was getting annoyed with everything. That reminds me… some two people are going for a holiday after two weeks, and a diferent group of four people are leaving day after tommorrow. I’m in neither of the two groups… SAD LIFE.

Well, gotta rush. Homework is as inevitable as vegetables, or in my case, my glasses.
Tatu,
Maichyang

Why can’t people mind their own business?

Yes, some people do say I’m nosy, but there are limits to nosiness. Just today, a friend and I were talking about someone we both knew in a public place. There was a lady in front of us, who seemed to be doing her own work. Just when we took the guy’s name, she looked up and confirmed if we were talking about the same guy she knew. When we said yes, she shook her head, and said aloud… “He ruined his life… he could’ve done so much” “Lady,” I wanted to scream, “mind your own business!!!”