under some falling rain

In the midst of what seemed like a never ending and forced, love cum revenge story, I did manage to take out some time and enjoy the rain.Something I had been dying for.The rain feels like a blessing, not because its hot or humid or anything, just that it comes after long months of waiting, lots of prayers and blog posts.

Preoccupied with thoughts belonging to vaguely connected genres, my only distraction is the feeling of nostalgia.Memories hardly make me want to go back into the past.My school years don't make any sense to me.In terms of academics, I sucked.And eventually, I didn't even care.My friends circle was erratic.It's like, I was sort of passed on, not a very nice feeling I must say.

College, however, was different.It was adventurous, rowdy, beautiful and unforgettable.In short, fun.It gave me 'upstage', across, philosophy.My friends, a few very very special people who didn't care if the world was looking.The past three years gave me memories which are hard to forget and the deal is this, that I never really want to get over them.That IS kind of sad but then what the hell.For a change, this is a past which I don't regret, something which I'm not in a hurry to forget.These are memories which I want to keep as I grow and not leave behind.

And now that my thumb is bleeding, I think I should take care of that.

quit calling out my name.

a day ahead of the dreaded one, my friends got together to do the usual.surprise me: only this time there were some new members! *good thing*
so there it was, a handful of surprises got the day started,one thing led to the other and minus the heat, things were fun.But alas...the clock's got to join hands!and it was 12'o' clock!
Damn!!
So,it's the 6th of July.I don't know what it is...but there's something about birthdays which make me sulk and no,it's got nothing to do with getting older!I hardly care about that, as of now.I call it the BIRTHDAY SYNDROME and besides making me sulk...it spoils everything for everybody else.So back to 12'o'clock,a few random calls and tears later,I begin my sulky day/night with a discussion on ghosts(?).I also realised that It was the first time that I wasn't home on my birthday night :/ and probably that was another reason I was so tensed and worked up.*yes,I'm weird*
Birthdays urge everybody around you to force you into happiness.now you might wonder how that could be bad!but anything you're being forced into is a potential bugger!And specially for people like me who are anyway so anti birthdays.
But time does pass...and the day's over and gone :)
nevertheless thank you for all the gifts,the wishes*from people who matter*,smiles,the effort.I probably cant react anymore,which is why my mom decided to end my birthday by calling me cynical.but honestly I appreciated whatever my friends and family did for me.I love you.

Between Us.

the ruins of some half hearted efforts at displaying love stay on to show me that there isn't much that I should look for anyway.Not love,not friendship.I sometimes doubt whether it still exists,friendship.

with us, it works sorta differently.We believe in sorting things out without much explaination.we'd rather hurt than sit and discuss.and probably we're not too wrong.but our idea of fun has to get back to us sometime.We're not really the strongest group of people you'd meet,neither physically nor mentally.we believe in suffering tons before actually taking a step which will provide for some good memories*and fun*.We're fucked up, no doubt.But then who isn't.We like our conversations loud and grey,with severe doses of mood swings.And for those who don't take us seriously read post script.

P.S:: And we might land up at stephens or hauz khas anytime soon with pressure cookers as weapons*it hurts*

how important is randomness?swirl of colors.held by sakshi.

I'll miss friends.

My random activity.

look,I'm explaining.

giving yourself a status, seems to be quite important now a days.A little importance here and there won't do you wrong.If you're not busy, then you can't be called normal.For normality is a term associated with the amount of time you have in hand.how busy you are.Luckily for me, I am normal.very normal.and if I hadn't already misspelled it ten times I would use the word more often but as of now, I'll say busy.

the connection is not very evident but I run of time.I have no clue where half the week goes.I open my books like they're some sleep inducing pills.Pop and gone.I come home, eat and sleep.umm...what is abnormal?No, nothing.Just that I've probably fucked up on the way.But I love what am doing.I may be ambition less but I don't want to let go of what I have.I am wasting time.I am not studying.For me college is just upstage.I don't see anything else.Don't want to.

to upstage.with love

a lot of hard work.mental and physical.More than sure that we work more than others do.spend days, cribbing, working, fighting, laughing.making a team, a family.being comfortable.and all that keeps us going is us, our hope.our dedication.our need and desperation.for all that we put in, there's nothing that we get.but we work.'cause this is about us.for us.by us.it is us...it makes us.

Upstage.our second home.our love.our passion.Us.