I’m in a writing mood. And no, nothing of substance is going on, so this is probably going to be a pointless blog.
Let me start by expressing my immense displeasure owing to the horrible heat. No really, its so bad, you cant walk ten steps without wanting to die. Which is really quite frustrating cause we have to walk SO much to get to all our classes, in college. This is when I miss school. I mean it was so small in comparison, 2 seconds and we’d reach the next class. On second thought, maybe I should be thrilled at the prospect of summer. I mean, the calories you burn by just breathing? Applaudable. Especially when you’re me and can’t work out for more than half an hour in a week.

This short lived determination issue I seem to have is quite disturbing. It’s like I randomly get these bursts of excitement. For like, what, three days? And then I’ll just be like ‘ah, maybe tomorrow’ and yes, quite predictably, tomorrow never gets here. Oh well, now I have something to work on I guess. They say in order to solve a problem you need to figure it out first. Some assurance there.

Oh I finally reunited with my most loyal friend. Except it happened to be on empty stomach. So all in all Friday night wasn’t too much fun. Frankly, they should start doing something about the crowd. I mean, one minute you’re bored out of your mind, sipping your drink and enjoying the welcoming effect the air conditioner has on you. And the next, you’re clutching your glass for dear life, looking at the ceiling, in order to breathe, and trying to make your way through millions of people. Let me tell you, at that moment, it seems like a lost cause. Almost like you can see your end, right there, in that packed night club. What a pathetic way to die.

Exams are round the corner. Already! Why does time sneak up on us like this. I mean its rather brutal. That horrible three month countdown is now a three-week countdown. Doesn’t really help that I don’t own text books, in the least. Oh god. Not only do exams spell hate, but they also spell disaster for us girls. Bad enough we’re bitchy five days a month, without the added nerves, bouts of anger, depression and the never ending ill-tempered long faces. So much to look forward to. Sigh.

American idol seems to be getting worse by the season. Or maybe it was just this particular episode. Or maybe I can’t appreciate a show without surgeries anymore.

You know, the telephone is probably the best invention man ever came up with. Closely followed by mobile phones. I mean what would we do without them? Especially the latter. Such a pity that if the world ends and civilization is going to start all over again, all man’s effort would have been for nothing. Nothing! Rather sad if you ask me.
On this pointless note, I’ll stop.

When a force bigger than us created man, he created him with significance, but no identity. As the years progressed this man began to be addressed with a name. He began to associate with people who had the same beliefs. And over time, there emerged religion. Religion then was an institution to express belief in a divine power. And yet, the moment it came into being, man changed it. He made rules and most of them were discriminatory of other religions. Whether he did that for a seemingly greater cause or for his own selfish benefit will never be known. Whatever the reason, he tainted the concept.
Today, he has exploited and misused the term religion. He has used it to scathe, destroy and kill. He has used it to discriminate. He has brought injustice and suffering, all in the claims of doing it for a good cause. Little does he realize that he is the first one going astray from what he believes in. Because we were not taught to kill and do wrong. And we were not told to distinguish on the basis of religion. That, we have done ourselves.
When the world is hit by natural calamities, it never stops to see who it takes. At that time, the rich and the poor, the fortunate and the unfortunate, the happy and the sad, the Muslim and the Hindu are all the same. Religion is all but insignificant when a person is faced by death. Every being dies and every being turns to dust.

We are forgetting the essentials of life. We are exploiting and corrupting to such an extent that, we are doing nothing but creating a huge divide in humanity. A divide, with consequences that will only worsen with time.

We must bear in mind that at the end of the day, we are all indeed, one.

It's funny how you wait for something for weeks, even months, and then when it finally gets here, it's over before you know it. There really is something about weddings. They have this knack of turning horrible days into days worth remembering.

So, the big white wedding came and went. The troops were dressed in green and the whole colour theme went a little too far when the girls proceeded to have green underarms as well. Yes, sick. We thought so too.
The initial chaos dissolved into excitement as the 'wedding entrance' was minutes away. This was indeed a classic example of how a not-so-original idea can turn out to be way BETTER than the original. At least we could dance, even if it wasn't in church. Fireworks concluded the entire thing, some bursting a little too close to our asses, i might add. General happiness spread like forest fire. The Grand March, a new concept to commoners like us, made everyone in the near vicinity join the long line and added to the overall fun of walking around following the newly weds. The first dance was awesome and Decky proved to be the perfect groom revealing his romantic side, as Gulli just looked plain happy and pretty damn impressed.
Soon, the dancing began and the bar beckoned to the alcohol friendly. Thinking we needed to soak up more attention, or so it seemed, some of us began the legendary hustle (courtesy to Ten Downing Street), not on the dance floor like normal human beings, but right in the center of the place, on the nearest stretch of red carpet. And of course, before long there were cameras clicking away what with the synchronized looking dance and everything. Our talent soon moved on to the dance floor and slowly the alcohol took over full swing. We sang. We danced. Some of us went down (haha). We hustled. We stood while a blindfolded bride went to give the bouquet to the next in line. We laughed. We smiled for the never ending flashes. And we made merry.

From helping with little wedding things to sleepovers. From the confusion setting in to last minute nerves. From a bachelor party with no details to the craziest hen party in the history of hen parties. From alcohol to more alcohol. From cutting a thousand shoes to 'forever.' From acquaintances to friends. From friends to family. From four year relationships to an eternity together. Our little bundle of joy is married. Yes. It's finally official. And if there is one thing we've learnt from both of them, it is crossing over all hurdles and emerging on the other side. Strong, with no tears (pun fully intended) and as in love as when the journey first started.

I don't know why i miss you. I don't know why i even THINK of you at all. I don't know why i still laugh at the random things you say, even if they aren't to me. I don't know why i feel the need to check up on you sometimes. I don't know why i continue to relate things to you. I don't know why this little part of me still cares. I don't know a lot of things.
But i do know that you did something. And that i have so many questions i'd like to ask you, simply so i can understand better. So i know what went wrong. So i don't have to push the thought of you away. So i stop getting that odd feeling in my stomach when i happen to get a fleeting glance. So i can move forward without questioning my instincts.
Is that really asking for too much?

No one wants to be alone.
All that jazz that you come alone and you leave alone maybe true, but that doesn't account for the time you are HERE. Because whether you admit it out loud or not, everyone needs to feel loved and wanted.

We live looking at outcomes of other people's experiences, we believe that if it went wrong with her, it'll probably go wrong with us as well. We worry that he isn't what we want in a man, worry that he doesn't reach up to our expectations of being romantic and good looking and so on. We set standards. We expect.
And basically, upon further pondering we see that in the process of worrying over trivial things, we don't realize that we're actually PLANNING on how to fall in love. To the very last detail. We don't even give ourselves a chance to think that just maybe, there is something better out there. That maybe, being with someone is not some contrived affair. And that when we expect and look for it to be EXACTLY as per our requirements, there is every possibility that we might miss out on 'perfect.'

So, it all comes down to lettings things take their natural course. To do what you WANT to do, irrespective of whether it SEEMS wrong. To let go of prerequisites, and for once abandon all rules and logic. Because, life? It's more than just a silly board game. It's more than planning every step. Sometimes, it really is okay to FEEL. Because when it comes to falling in love? It should just...happen.

I would really love to say im strong. That I rarely cry and that every little thing doesn’t touch me in ways I cant explain. But I cant, cause that would be a lie.

I’m a hopeless romantic.
I cry when i'm happy. I cry because he proposed to her in an elevator, full of brain scans of surgeries they’ve done together. I cry because in so little, he says it all. The truth, straight out.
I cry when I see happy endings. I cry when people do crazy things for someone they love. I cry when there’s just chocolate and roses and no words. I cry when he cries. I cry when he looks at her, and words or not, its so obvious he loves her. I cry when he stands on top of a building and says it for the world to hear, that he wants her and only her for the rest of their silly little lives. I cry when he writes his wedding vows. I cry when he sings to her , feeling every word because it’s the only way he can tell her how he feels.
Yes. I believe in prince charming, I believe in snowy white weddings and shooting stars and I believe that love makes it all better. That your world can turn around with three words, eight letters and no matter what the situation, just like that, you know its what you were made for.