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 :)

It's hardly been two hours since i got here and I'm already dying. Here is Chennai in case you were wondering. Yes, people like me escape their city's unbearable heat only to go to one where it is even worse. So, my hair is one frizz ball currently. And I can feel the sweat dripping down my back even as i write this.
Frankly, I'm quite happy i left Hyderabad. I mean i love it and all of that, but too much of something is not good for you, as the saying goes. The last one week has been an overdose in more ways than one. Staying up until 5 everyday, lots of UNO, whiskey and the rash that follows the next morning, familiar faces, gossip, partying and restricted vision. Our last girls night out proved to be the perfect goodbye (God why am i acting as if I've moved here on a permanent basis, i do not know). Not to mention the train journey. Spenta and I laughed and laughed and laughed and...yeah, I'm sure you get my drift. We acted like little excited school girls, which must've really pissed our fellow co-passengers off. Last ones to sleep and the last to get up, it was lots of fun.
Now that I'm here, I'm thinking i might as well get used to the heat and humidity. Oh, and I'm going to be interning here as well, which is quite a scary thought all by itself cause firstly, i don' really know what to expect and secondly, I don't really know my way around, forget communicating in the language. So all in all, the prospects of me doing well are, lets face it, quite dim. Anyway, I'm going to go now and see what I can do with my tendrils. Yes, not my fault that my hair is beginning to bear an uncanny resemblance to well, tendrils.

You want to know what being insensitive means?
Let me tell you. It’s when you’ve had the most *insert swear word* up day and when you’re just done with 18 days (432 hours) of sheer exam pressure, and your parents don’t let you go out cause supposedly your ‘chores’ aren’t done on a ‘regular basis’. Do they care that I screwed my French paper up really bad? No. Do they care that I then proceeded to walk in the sun and had to endure an hour of torture in the parlour? No. Do they care that I haven’t asked to go out in, lets see, forever? No. Do they care that I’m leaving for 2 freaking months, day after tomorrow, and won’t get to see my friends/go to nice places for 60 days? No. This is why I call them insensitive.
So everyone is out having fun and celebrating, and I’m writing this blog, while my every cell screams out in anger. Yes, anger. Cause it really sucks when you’ve been waiting for something for weeks and then it all gets completely messed up because YOU aren’t in the god damn position to decide. And oh boy, the look on their faces while I grit my teeth and walk away? It’s the kind of look that makes you want to rip your pillow apart and go on to burn every feather. No kidding. I have contemplated swallowing my ego. But then again, why should i? I mean, trade a submissive ego for their sadistic looks of victory after crushing my spirit? Yeah right. So NOT happening.
God I hate this. With legality should come freedom and a new apartment. I’m sure you must think I’m being a real drama queen with too many tantrums. You know what? I don’t really care. You aren’t the one stuck here watching ‘the hangover’ in order to feel just a little bit better. I am. Hence, frankly you are no one to be passing any sort of judgment.
On this happyfuckingnote, I think I’ll go and channelize my bad mood in a more productive manner.