They say the beauty of a mistake is in it's ability to learn from it.
You burn your hand once and learn not to play with fire again; you trip over a rock and learn to watch your step the next time; you judge a book by it's cover and later realize you shouldn't have; you stereotype people and go on to discover you were wrong. And yet, in spite of all the painful lessons and the eye opening revelations, you still make the same mistake again. You get your fingers burnt; you ignore the uneven road ahead; you decide not to read something because it isn't visually captivating and you miss out on knowing someone simply because they don't 'fit in'. I mean, we promise not to get sucked into another mess and we do a pretty good job of sticking by that and then before we know it, we're walking down that familiar path with the same old signs. Hell, there could be boards saying 'stop and turn thefuck around' and we'll just ignore that. Why? Why are mistakes so damn hard not to repeat? What does that say about us, really? (Apart from the fact that we're fools.) That we just love the risk? That all that smoke is just clouding our better judgement? Or that we're willing to get burnt if only to feel again?

- I hate choosing. Especially when I want them both.

- I dislike the fact that I have no control over my tear glands. What I dislike even more is that I'm usually caught unaware. Take for instance last night, when I came back home and was lying down and talking to my Mother. Or like right now, when I turned on the Tv and watched exactly ten minutes of some movie before they came, fast and unstoppable.

- I really really want to kill someone. Of course, there is really only one person I want to shoot. Or maybe run over. Which ever is more painful.

- I like how my daily horoscope is so scarily accurate. And how I wake up at odd hours of the morning to read it sometimes.

- I detest BBM forwards.

- I want to read 'Laws of the Spirit World'. Except I'm still mustering the guts to do so. 

- I love Bryan Adams.

- Everyone thinks I'm going to be a cripple soon, what with the excessive texting. The way I look at it, communication is vital to my survival.

- Today I drove my car around the building and got off without pulling the handbrake. I'm so out of practice, it's far from funny.

This is probably the random-est blog ever. What can I say? Being a hormonal wreck has its perks.

This post is almost a week too late.
So, I'm going to get right to it.

I met David Archuleta.
I MET David Archuleta.
I met DAVID ARCHULETA.
Yes, I felt the need of typing that three times because it makes me surge with such joy, I can't quite describe it.

I, like the rest of the world (most of it anyway), was introduced to David Archuleta on American Idol, three years ago. I became a loyal fan the moment he sang Heaven. And I have been faithful ever since. So, you can only imagine my joy when I learnt that he was coming to India! Within five days, I had my tickets booked and my bags packed. Not to mention how my excitement had already reached alarming levels. Finally, I was sitting in Rhapsody, fidgeting with my lip balm and trying to balance my wine glass (at the same time), while I waited in anticipation. When he finally did show up, I thought I would die. He was shy and cute and adorable and awesome all at once. He talked about the people he met and how he loved being with them, he talked about India and how much he liked the food and he blushed like a little boy when all the girls hooted and screeched 'we love you David!'. Then, he sang. Although he didn't sing too much, he was brilliant. I sat there, rather dumbfounded and kept reminding myself that it was real. He was even better to watch live than on Idol! After his performance, there was a very moving presentation on the Rising Star foundation and their work with Leper Colonies. It was really sad and made me want to help them. So, after college, that goes right on top of my list. With his concluding performance, it seemed like forty minutes just flew past. While everybody swarmed around him for autographs and pictures, I waited anxiously for Spenta to give me the green light (the perks I tell you). I not only got to hug him and briefly exchange a few words (I don't remember much, thanks to the nerves) but I also got quite a few pictures! All in all, it was one of the most exciting experiences ever. Of course, I have only my cousin to thank. She made sure I came, made sure I got pictures and even gave me that precious Aquafina bottle. Best rushed-two-day trip by far :)

I have been frantically looking for paper for the last fifteen minutes, but to no avail. Well that shouldn't really come as a surprise considering I'm on a train and paper isn't something you just find 'lying around'. I'm bored as hell (atleast I was until 2 minutes ago) and have been trying to refrain from using my phone because my battery is rather low. Yes, I'm aware of the charging point they have here and no, I can't use it because I have this mental block that my phone will get screwed if I do. Stupid, I know. Anyway, since I can't handle the lack-of-things-to-do any longer, I have decided to log in from my phone (first phone-blog, yay) and forget about my dying battery. My father insisted on the train so as to 'catch up' on his sleep and well, he is doing just that right about now. I don't even have the heart to wake him up to entertain me. The book I was reading got annoying too which leaves me with no other option but to observe the little kid be a handful, while his poor mother runs around trying to catch him. He is really amusing me. Not only does he lack the ability to sit still for a minute, he also spits out everything he eats and turns on various switches every two minutes. I'm trying to talk to him, but all he cares about is running up and down. Not to mention how he has managed to make a huge mess on the seat. I'm feeling pretty damn grateful to be sleeping on the top berth, let me tell you. No, I'm not a bitch. I actually love kids. I just dislike the mess they make. In this case, its spilt milk, crushed biscuits, chewed pista shells, bread crumbs and shoe marks on the once-white pillows. Also, I am freezing to death and it doesn't help that the little one keeps turning on the fan in addition to the aircon that's on full blast.  Anyway, I'm going to wrap this up now and tell you how blessed I'm feel owing to the joys of technology. What would we ever do without it?

This last week we've had quite the girls time out.
I wonder why we never thought of it before. (Our weekly dose of 'ladies night' doesn't count because by the end of the night, there are so many men swarming the place it sort of defeats the entire purpose). Anyway, getting back on track, the yearly exhibition was in town again and many text messages and frantic calls later, 7 of us were standing in a very crowded station rather over dressed and in high (pun intended) spirits. After getting on the right train in a span of 6 seconds, we held on for dear life (some of us couldn't really reach those damn metal bars) and made quite a racket until we got off 3 stations later. Our initial joy of travelling so economically and in half the time was quickly replaced by lots of swear words as we fought with two very obstinate auto guys to take us half a kilometer. Soon, we reached the huge overly crowded place. We were welcomed by some real 'catchy' Hindi song that we made fun of, although 2 minutes later we were all singing it quite loudly (go figure). After being overwhelmed by the colours and the variety we had to choose from, soon we were bargaining and buying things like there was no tomorrow. Need I mention the popcorn and the cotton candy that was consumed in large quantities? Two hours later, the adventurous foursome (haha) set out to satisfy their daring streak on those awful rides while the sensible threesome went to the 'Well of Death' preferring to watch than be part of. Fifteen minutes later, we (the latter) came out with a new found respect for the freakish looking stunt dudes on the poster. They were awesome! I can't really speak for the daring four, but we sure felt like we had seen 'the real heroes'. Next stop, Bade Miyan. To say we devoured every last bit would be a slight understatement. Feeling rather full and pretty tired, we pushed our way back to the exit and painstakingly caught autos (fuck economical) and that was the end of our fun exhibition experience. 
Next came Fipi. Usual Tuesday night, only this time we were not accompanied by the opposite sex. Many Whiskeys, Appletini's and Scarlett O'hara's later came clicking cameras and blinding flashes. And then, quite oblivious of the other people present, we did the Hustle. In fact we did it so much, that eventually, we realized how retarded we looked and stopped. Taking the dance floor by storm with our 'trippy' steps, it was quite a fun night. So yes, who says we need the boys to make us happy? We can do just fine without em, thankyouverymuch.

So, 2011 is here and it started with another wedding, just the way I like it. My whole (crack) family coming together again, the new people, the ever flowing alcohol and love, the deco that looked like something out of a page of a fairytale, the sangeet and the photographs. I'm going to miss it. Hell, I already miss it and it's been what like 3 days?
Anyway, I feel like this year has already gotten off to a rather promising start. For one, I think I might have gotten a brain. Okay, it's a rather silly way to put it, but it's true nonetheless. I mean, the whole of 2010 I went after something that I really wanted. Atleast I thought I did. Come to think of it, it was more of a longing towards something that was far from concrete. Like some stupid person in a daze, I followed this ridiculous feeling and beat myself up about it and wasted precious minutes obsessing over it and God, now that I think about it, I feel completely stupid . Ugh. My point is, I finally know what I was missing this whole time. I mean, it's like waking up one day and looking at a painting you really love and finding it's many flaws. All along, I held on to this 'picture' and hankered to own it and hang it on my wall and look at it everyday, until one fine day, I noticed all the details I overlooked and suddenly, it didn't look so pretty anymore. Suddenly, I didn't want it. Which brings me to right now. I figure that it's probably just another piece of art that initially seemed to appeal to me, what with all it's bright colours, but then eventually, upon further study, I realized how ordinary the design was and how this was just not that wonderful work of art I was looking for. So I'm going to forget about it (it might prick a little, after all I did spend many hours gazing at it and silently wishing to have it someday) and get on with my life. And hopefully, in time, that perfect painting will hang on my wall in all it's glory and then I'll proudly call it mine.