I've found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said "Journeys end in lovers meeting." What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said "love is blind". Now that is something I know to be true. For some quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost. But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night. And then, there's another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. Its called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space! Yes, you are looking at one such individual.
- Iris, The Holiday.

Okay.
So I came online in a huff (what's new) and decided it was high time I got rid of my old boring layout. Yes, I'm aware this one is a little chirpy and bright and gives out a very I'm-so-happy-all-the-time vibe. You see, that is kind of the point. I figured if my life is not going in quite the same direction (in fact far from it), I might as well make it appear as if I'm thrilled at the prospect of another day. Although, now that I've written this, it sort of defeats the purpose I'm thinking.
I'm extremely restless. I was considering going and watching the idiot box, except there is a lizard in the vicinity. Also stepping outside this room would mean listening to my mother drone on about how I'm irresponsible, so on and so forth. I don't understand how she never seems to run out of complaints when it comes to me. I mean frankly, I think I'm quite an angel. Oh well. College seems to be getting worse by the day. Haven't gone out in ever! Currently, I'm thinking up excuses to just get the hell out of here. Here implies Hyderabad. There is also this one party in Chennai that I'm dying to go for. I made the mistake of letting Akshita in on it and now she is already getting ready to leave and asking me questions about our travel, which would be okay IF I had the slightest chance of getting permission to go. Of late, reading sappy love stories is making me sick. No really, I actually feel the need to gag. What is WRONG with me? Perhaps it's that time of the month. Or maybe I'm just tired. Or maybe my brain cells are dying on account of the number of times Paddi says drugs (bad one i know). Or maybe..ah heck, forget it. Okay, looks like I'm done here. I can't help but notice how this entry is such a contradiction to my pretty/happy backdrop. Sigh.

As I logged on I was greeted by this pop up that looked kind of intriguing. Some new template designer option, it said. I clicked on it and in exactly 40 seconds, I closed it. Why try and figure out some pointless thing, I told myself. I mean other that adding to my blog's visual appeal, what good was it going to do? Nothing, that's what. I have never started a blog on SUCH a purposeless note. Never. Having said that, let me begin and tell you what is really discommoding me.
I have been sniffling continuously for the last five days, which is proving to be very annoying. I mean, not only does it draw unnecessary side-way glances from my sadistic sister who thinks I'm crying, it also gives me a headache what with the uninterrupted noise. This is one of the reasons I am not looking forward to the end of summer. I know, I know, I've been cribbing about how much I hate summer and now you're wondering why I have changed my mind. Again. Other than the fact that I am extremely fickle in respect to my preferred weather preference, I actually LIKE summer in comparison to the stupid rainy season. Who even feels like waking up and going to college when it's all gloomy and depressing outside? Not to mention how the rain just ruins exciting evening plans, what with all the slush and water logged roads that lack effective drainage systems. The only entertainment you will probably get is watching expensive cars float around. Way to spend your Saturday night, wouldn't you say? Then there is the fact that your summery, colourful, SHORT clothing has to be replaced with boring jackets, dull colours and more cloth. Ugh. I'm sure at this point, you have pretty much gotten my drift.
After watching 'Sex and the City' for the second time, I have concluded that I am a lot like Samantha. This is really quite an unsettling conclusion as previously I was SUCH a Carrie. You have to admit, one would rather be a Carrie than a Samantha. For obvious reasons. I'm not going to get into details. I do not wish to commove myself. Maybe, I'll go try and figure out that design template thing. Purely as a distraction of course.

We scream, we shout, we break things, we fight, we swear, we cry and we walk away.

We've all been there. At some point,in our silly lives, we've all been there. Sometimes we mean it. Most of the time, we don't. We are only human, after all. And as hard it is and as much as we don't want to...we forgive.
We forgive because the guilt kills us. We forgive because time heals all wounds and eventually our reasons are not reasons anymore. We forgive because we come to terms with the fact that everyone makes mistakes. Most often, we forgive because in many ways, it makes US feel lighter.

For those of you who haven't forgiven? Try it. Turn around, walk back to where you left off and fix it. Be the bigger person. You will be amazed at how good THAT feels.

A whole month has passed by and I haven't written a single blog! Quite unsettling, that. I mean, my blog sort of rubs the reality in my face. And no reality-checks and occasional glimpses into my life for a month is, as I already mentioned, unsettling.
After Chennai, Frappe, family, humidity and goodbye's came Bangalore. A place I love for so many reasons. Starting with the weather and...ending with the weather. Of late, being cryptic is my thing. Awfully satisfying, let me tell you. Especially when the other person has no idea what you are thinking. Anyway, i'm going to skip the details. Probably write em down when i have plenty of time. I'll give you this much though, LOTS of 'gossip' girl happened :)
Coming back home was awesome! And getting to see my favorite faces was even better. Not to mention the Biryani i missed as much as my family. So good. Sigh. Turning 19 ended up being far more eventful than i had planned. I was hoping for a quiet stay-at-home and sip-on-a-drink-in-front-of-the-television birthday. Instead i got an alcohol filled, sleepless one. Which i have to admit was the best EVER.
And then, my holidays finally came to a brutal end. First day back, I went running into college, only to find my feel-good benches missing. Cursing under my breath (which would've been pretty loud knowing me) I saw them cast off in some corner. I wanted to scream! I mean, who are they to move OUR pretty, silver, cold, metal benches anyway? Not like they have any idea how many hours we have spent there talking, laughing, bitching and sharing life's stories. So, as you can see, college got off to a very unpleasant start. Sizing up our juniors from atop our rocks seemed like the ONLY good part of getting back and being a 'second year'. Oh and of course, Needs. We would all be dead if it wasn't for that little place :)
The weather has seemed to have gotten gloomier after Laila came. And went. Yes, I like saying Laila. Or typing Laila for that matter. Because someday, i wish to name my daughter that. No, I'm not joking.
And finally. I've been dying to say this, i got a tattoo! After 9 years of consistent longing, i finally got my ass on that chair and did it. It hurt quite a bit and all of that, but it was worth it. I love it. Having said that, I think I can safely scratch off 'get a tattoo' from my bucket list. Quite an achievement, wouldn't you say?

Cyclone Layla is being extremely persistent. As the rain continues with no intension to stop, i can't help feeling just a little bit relieved to be rid of the heat. Even if it's just for a little while. Now, thats not to say that I'm missing out on my share of fun in the usual 40 odd degrees of dry heat, cause i'm totally not.
Chennai has been very kind to me so far. My internship, yes the same one i was so worried about, has been awesome! I love that it has made me more confident and open to learning. I'm happy to say that basement 24 has become an integral part of my daily routine here :)10 Downing Street has become my other constant hangout spot. From meeting new people to 60's of whiskey, from occasional parking lot visits to the hustle, it's not a wonder that i love the bloody place. Frankly, comfortable-feel-at-home partying doesn't get any better than this. Just for the record, I've started a new funny book. It's rather exciting you know, just the whole prospect of continuing with something I started in 2008. Moving on, I can't believe in all my time here, I've only gone to the beach once! Okay, twice. Although the second time went on to become a 'find out which lane you parked your car in' thing. Not fun, let me tell you, especially when factors like the surrounding creepy wilderness and darkness were involved.
As I gaze ahead at nothing in particular (I say nothing in particular because the thick downpour in addition to my restricted vision does not enable me to focus on anything, really) I miss my Hyderabad. As much as I love my job, the people, the partying and the freedom, there is indeed truth in the saying that 'home is where the heart lies' :) As I type this last line, it seems that Cyclone Layla has decided to stay on for longer and cause us great inconvenience. So. It is time I go and figure out how to work my way around her wrath and make it to 10D tonight :)