Shalala lala!

OMG HAIIIII YOUGAIZ! :D

I haven't updated in forever no? Well a lot has happened but my laptop wasn't charged and I was too lazy. Yes, that's a valid excuse :P
Anywayy, major highlight has been that I scored a 95 percent in my best of four, so now apparently I can die in peace. *sniffle*
NOT.
I have to get into DU now. Get meeee? Please?  Pretty please? :D
Okay screw that.

A very cute person just sent this to me and now I can't stop smiling!
"Like that moment when you start typing back, you're smiling cause you think about what you just read and then it hits you that you're sitting in front of 20 people and you're smiling like a chick while reading a text and then it gets awkward cause you think they're noticing it but they're not actually noticing it, but when you think they're not noticing it they actually start noticing it and THEN it gets awkward. Know what I mean?"

Hahahahahaha, aw. I always do this in public and then everyone keeps asking me who I'm talking to and then you JUST HAVE TO BLUSH, DON'T YOU, YOU TRAITOR CHEEKS?

So that, along with how I've rediscovered my heartfelt love for Vengaboys, sums up my last one hour ^^
WHOAAA!
WE'RE GOING TO EAT PIZZA!*

*Ibiza. Shush.

Chalo Dilli

It's the middle of the night. I type this sitting in a hotel room in Bangalore, land of gardens & successful concerts. For the first time in life, I've to decide whether I should live in this wonderful city or not.

It's making my heart ache.

I don't know why. The people here are wonderful. They thank me even after I bargain with them and eat through their profits, unlike in Delhi, where you always have to "chalte bano.". The weather is wonderful, unlike the crazy Delhi extremes, where 5 months equate a temperature fluctuation of 35 degrees. And yes, concerts are arranged here, and they are carried out successfully and people leave happily, unlike in Delhi, where Bryan Adams or Metallica wouldn't bother showing their faces ever again.

Then why Delhi? Why do I want the pollution ridden city with corrupt politicians, paan stained staircases, insane traffic jams, steep standards of living and just a general tamasha of flashiness?

It's home.
Yes, after 17 years of cribbing and complaining and just permanently wondering what it would be like to live in Goa or Pondicherry or Darjeeling, I've realized that I love Delhi. So much, it's crazy. I love how the metro passes by the Qutub Minar even though the men might ogle at you while you're at it. I love haggling with the shopkeepers at Janpath and Sarojini even though they think I'm a foreigner and will always try ripping me off. I love going to eat random food items in Khan Market or Green Park, forget how sanitary it is. I love the British Council library even though I haven't been there in a year. I love CP and Def Col for all the shady ass cheap places they hide in their nooks and crannies. I might not live within Delhi, but I belong there, and I proudly say that it belongs to me.

Even the people like to show off their sex bomb cars on broken roads, they've helped me differentiate the purr of a Jaguar against a Ferrari's just by ear. I love all the chubby aunties in Karol Bagh and the expats in Hauz Khas and the crazy college kids all over the city. I love all the hassled office goers in CP, all the scarily pretty girls in the malls, all the salesmen and women who check me out before showing me products within a price range. I love to hate dilli ki sardi and it's sub zero temperatures, I love to hate dilli ki garmi and it Sahara-like behaviour, but I love it all anyway. I like the people in buses and autos wearing colourful mismatched clothes or the ones in cars wearing fancy shades from Gucci.
(which might be fake :P)

Yes yes. There's always a jam at Dhaula Kuan and you'll either cross a road or die trying. Machaan, Chennai is still the ultimate place, CR Park's pujos will nevermatch up to Kolkata's, Mumbai's Wankhede will udao dhajiyan of Kotla, and bhai Bengaluru ke concerts kahaan, and Delhi ke kahaan.

I don't care.
It's not just home.
It's where I belong. It's my city, and I love it.
For infinity and beyond.
:)

Something About Goodbyes

There are many things we consider as accomplishments. Each varies from person to person.For my 6 year old brother, it's proudly telling me that adding 200 to 100 gives him a 300. For my best friend, it's living each day without caring what others think. For my parents, it's making through another day without their crazy children getting into trouble of any sort.

As we grow older, our definitions of this big goal we've achieved changes too. When I was in 3rd grade and new in school, my biggest accomplishment was not losing my water bottle in school. 6th grade onwards, accomplishment meant saving your lunch from these eternally hungry classmates. After a while, it became getting into college (Yes, I'd like to think I've come a long way.)

But you see, accomplishments are not always tangible. You can't always see them in front of your eyes, touch them with your bare skin. For somebody in a relationship, you're simply glad that you found someone to love, for a relationship that's going through a rough patch - making through another day. For somebody who's broken up and moving on?

I guess it starts with the other person not being your first thought the moment you open your eyes in the morning. Not going through old texts, emails, voicenotes, pictures. Keeping them away in a seperate folder.
The problem with these achievements is, sometimes all it takes is a familiar laugh, a known place, to take you right back to the start. But slowly, you start forgetting. You forget the jokes, the conversations, the voice that held them. One day, you wake up and listen to "our" song, and it doesn't give you another painful reminder this time.

Eventually, you delete that folder, or put it away in a dusty corner. You stop checking the daily fortune for their sun sign, stop checking their profile everyday. A new person in their life does not flare jealousy in you, you're okay. Talking gets easy again. It feels alright to say goodbye in these new conversations you have with them.

That. That is what I want.

Indeed.

"The physical embodiment of this level of comfort is like a really terrific pair of old jeans that you can slip into without it ever putting a crease on your underwear."


- Dipanjali Roy


We're all looking for this, now aren't we? ^_^


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I've Got Another Confession To Make!

.. I'm your fool!
Okay no. But it's a nice song, yes? You can't not love Foo Fighters :D
Anyway. Considering I have all the free time in the world, I've been making lots of crazy lists. (Like my annual Crush-Worthy list that was made once two years ago ^_^)
This one was the most ridiculous one. Have a look.

Akanksha's List of 10 Most Ridiculous Things She's Done/Does/Thought In Ever

1. When I was 11, I thought LGBT was a sandwich.


2. The first time I saw Kuch Kuch Hota Hai, I thought that the Anjali with short hair and the Anjali with long hair were two different people. I argued with my parents for an entire day, and then eventually established my superiority over them when they conceded defeat just to shut me up. Hehe.


3. When ears get pierced, you end up with a tiny hole right? I always wondered where that tiny bit of the ear went. I still check the dustbins at places where people get piercings :P


4. I used to get completely freaked out while playing the Courage the Cowardly Dog game on cartoonnetworkindia.com. Seriously. Spookiest game ever. Same goes for the show.


5. I saw the Harry Potter movie before I read the book.


6. I HATE DOTS AND SMILEYS. ... & :) (the one that turns into the proper emoticon). Hate. Hate. HATEEEE.


7. I can't cross roads. As most of my friends are now very well aware of. I'll literally walk into a truck if you don't hold my hand.


8. I sucked at Math till 9th grade SO MUCH that my teacher told my mom to never ever ever let me take the subject in 11th :P Then miracle happened and I fell in love with Integration. (HAHA IN YOUR FACE NCERT)


9. I don't know why but lots of people associate the colour yellow with me. Apparently, I eat sunshine for breakfast too. Bite me :D


10. I listen to Let It Be a lot before my exams. It's very soothing. And when it doesn't work and I start panicking like crazy, I talk to myself. The way Queen Latifah talks. Okay.

Something

When she first met him, she was so full of awe. Everything he did was so new, so exotic. The thrill of being with someone so.. refined and culturally advanced, it made her tipsy. Every retort was new, foreign, fascinating. Every story was delightful, every note of his voice like a new spell she discovered.
To say that she stopped loving him wouldn't be right, she was too naive to know what love was anyway. The expectation of knowing that love, however, and knowing how to love back.. that was what scared her. That's what caused her too turn away and never look back. She wished that he understood, for there was no way she could explain this herself. Maybe it was her lack of verbal finesse, maybe her ego came in the way.
She's come a long way since then, yet even today, she still hold a soft corner for him. The odd memory that comes to her after seeing a bench in the park still makes her smile.
Truth be told, she's still learning discovering new things about this fancy thing we call love.
But for now, she smiles.

Can You Take Me Higher?

I'm having severe withdrawal symptoms after giving my phone away for repair. I don't even feel talkative. I want to eat ice cream. Also, this. Wtf.

heartworm


n. a relationship or friendship that you can’t get out of your head, which you thought had faded long ago but is still somehow alive and unfinished, like an abandoned campsite whose smoldering embers still have the power to start a forest fire.


There's something about kisses on the forehead. Something comforting. Something so.. pure.

God & Satan

Fact: Everyone you've seen in your dreams is someone who you've met in real life.
Holy. Crap.
Why?
See.
I dream. A lot. And it's not normal stuff like, I'm sitting in a bus eating momos with Mona Lisa (that's normal for dreams okay). But like, crazy stuff. I've dreamed of cats and fish talking to me, me driving trains, people getting kidnapped, all my teeth falling out and so on and so forth..
(Yes I know, very disturbing. TMI?)
So anyway. This is slightly odd because I'm pretty sure I've dreamed of a lot of people. Who I swear to God I've never met in my life. I couldn't have seen them subconsciously in crowds or whatever either (I'm supposed to keep my eyes on the ground when I walk, or I fall ^_^)


WHERE ARE ALL THESE RANDOM PEOPLE IN MY DREAMS COMING FROM? -.-


Psst? You guys must listen to Biffy Clyro's album Only Revolutions. AMAZING STUFF. Post title is a song from the very same album. (Name sounds familiar? They were supposed to do the opening act for Metallica's gig in Gurgaon last September. Ouch.)


EDIT: So this entire concept of dying in your sleep? What if you die while you're dreaming? Will we be stuck in that state of subconscious for forever? Does this make the idea of dying in your sleep sound less peaceful? 

DILEMMA

What determines a person's level of douchebaggery? Is a douchebag with one a douchebag with all? Is a douchebag with most, necessarily a douchebag with you too? WHAT IF DOUCHEBAG LOOKS REALLY CUTE? :O What do we do in a this situation of absolute doucheyness? Do we ignore said douchebaggery which might be a severe consequence later on in the future or do we accept the douchebaggyness and move on to a lesser douchebag?

Asking for a friend :P