A room, four walls, very neatly painted in white, not to miss the red lines also that are visible in the middle and top of the walls going all through the quadruple. Two players playing the game, the game called life, how funny is it that the better one of the two has the liberty to take the others ass and make him run all around the place like a cat chasing a mouse.
I am a perfectionist ; the person who’d fuss about how to make his hair; the person who’d fuss about how his handwriting sucks; the person who’d fuss about songs in the playlist; the person who’d fuss over every single pixel; the person who’d fuss about failing tests; the person who’d fuss over which side of the bed to sleep on; the person who’d fuss over one minor technical error; the person who wants everything his way.
I am a procrastinator; the person who’d always leave everything to the dateline; the person who’d not give a damn to the recent happenings; the person who’d only do his work right before bedtime; the person who’d only start to do something when times call for it; the person who cannot be bothered and is too lazy to.
Best of all, I am me.
I live. I can. I should. I will. I must. I thee. I die.
University elections become more important than MLA, MC elections (SOPU, PUSU bruuahh)
Explaining Gehri to outsiders becomes a tough task
Kaimbwala requires no further defining
You always have a separate budget (after buying a car) for bigger tyres, alloy wheels, stereo, woofer etc.
Shopping in guys’ vocabulary refers to buying daru from Jugnu Ahata and soda, glasses from any confectionery
Names like Neelam, Nirman, Kiran, Jagat, Batra, Piccadily aren’t just names but entertainment centres
Car-o-bar refers to drinking with glasses on the dickey of the car in Sector 8 market late at night
Paranthe wale are the chefs who come out late at night at sector 16, 17 and 22 to make paranthe and chai for late night partygoers
Abbreviations like GCG, MCM mean a lot without knowing their full forms
Guys speak in loud Punjabi when a group of girls passes by and girls start speaking in English everytime a group of guys passes by
The traffic cops start the challan drive in the last week of March to end the year in good numbers
Everyone has a ‘massi’ in Canada , and a ‘bhua’ in UK
A new year’s bash is incompete without a fight
Actually any party is incomplete without a fight
Everyone has some political connection
Stu C is more popular with non students
Owning a Bullet while still in school is an achievement
Spending upto Rs 2 lacs on number 1 for a car’s number plate does not raise any eyebrows
Kinetic Hondascooter is referred to as Kiney and Bullet bike as Bullt
You are proud of being a Punjabi
22g is only understood by you
You are shocked to find out when someone doesn’t drink and is a vegetarian
Many ppl are ‘vella’ when asked what they do
Everyone’s been to the Rock Garden and hate to show it yet again to family friends/relatives from other cities
Everybody knows everybody
Every new party place has the same old faces
A new car, bike etc. first comes to the Gehri route n later to the gurudwara or mandir
Anyone and Everyone has had food at “Pal Da Dhaba” and “Giani Da Dhaba (Dharampur)”
Desi Ahatas are officially called “TAVERNS”
Everyone has heard the song ” Chandigarh kare aashiqui” by B21
Bikers are challaned even if the pillion rider is not wearing a helmet and girls are allowed to ride without one.
Most ppl have gone to the district courts in Sector 17 to get their challans cleared (as it is cheaper than paying the fine at Sector 29 police lines)
A good lookin car turns more heads than a pretty girl
English speaking girls are usually referred to as “yankan” or “jhankan”
The “Gehri-on-foot” (à la Sector 35 CCD lane, Sector 17) becomes more popular
“Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall” – Confucius
Glory is – getting over and done with the latest detox diet, getting to lose two kilos, getting a new handphone, getting to save a thousand bucks for that auto expo you’ve always wanted to go, getting your dream piercing done, getting that laptop you’ve always eyed, getting that latest game you’ve always wanted, getting the dream car of your life, getting to meet your idol in person, getting the pet you’ve always wanted to love.
Falling is – ditching your detox diet in two days with a bad diet, regaining five kilos, losing the handphone, spending the two hundred bucks repaying for phone bills that exploded with too many SMS-es, chickening out of the piercing at the last minute, spoiling the computer five minutes after booting cause of your pornographic needs, buying the pirated and trojan-infected edition of the game, having no money to get the dream car, having your idol cancel the trip, getting a cat instead of a dog.
Rising is – reviewing the detox diet and modifying it to suit needs, losing three kilos, finding the handphone, saving two thousand bucks after the phone bill incident, deciding to get the piercing done and over with in a minute, reformatting the computer after it got infected, downloading the edition of the game off the official website, ditching the dream car for a hybrid one and loving the cat instead.
I can feel the sun is hurting my eye but its all dark outside,
I can hear the water waves, but m no where near a beach,
I can feel that someone is pushing me from behind, but the room is totally empty,
I can hear that the cell phone is ringing even when its on silent mode,
I can see the rainbow in the sky even though it hasn’t rained from the past month,
I can ….. but still i just can’t….
I am sure i am not mad, i am sure i have not lost it completely, but m sure there is something missing that i am looking for in everything, i am sure that things are just not complete, i just feel a little incomplete.
I entered a shop in the mall the other day and the mannequin at the back of the shop intrigued me. It stood there, lonely, staring idly at the mannequin. How perfect she was. Her elegant, flawless facial features, her blank, haunted eyes, her curvy smile. Her neck, so long and slender it was, a pearl collar resting at its base. Her graceful, smooth shoulders curved down into a slender, willowy frame, and long, elegant legs, polished until she shone as pale as the moon. So many men would die to have her. Would die to hold her in their arms. Would die to kiss her petal painted pink lips. Would die to call her theirs. I cannot stop gazing upon her. The more I hold my wistful gaze away, the more I seem trapped, and I must stare at her again. She stands alone. No-one to hear her, to talk to her, touch her. She stands alone, and she will be forever. I wish I could create her again, whole, alive. I would sculpt her perfect, indestructable body out of the finest lilly white clay, and paint her eyes with tears from the sea, and die her lips with fresh, red pomegranate juice, and her hair would be carved out of the fire in the sky. I would create her heart with my own love, and life blood combined. She is perfect, and she would be my own. My lady. I shiver with a feeling of delight, and yet again, fear. She will too slip away And her picture will be printed onto my mind. And she will forget me.
Pleased
Satisfied
Gratified
Honored
……………..
Contented
Glad
Exultant
Ecstatic
Cheery
Fulfilled
Never feel guilty of something that makes you happy. There is only one person for whos happiness you are responsible and thats you yourself. hmmmmm…..
Here you go Mr. Crazybud…
Would you want to invest in a share that gives you a return of 1 lakh on 1 thousand or the one that gives a return of 1 thousand of 1 lakh?
Life is a fucking elevator, it has more fucking downs than ups. But you know what…SCREW the elevator. M taking the stairs to go up today. And tommorow. And forever! If I fucking trip and fall, m gonna get up cause m not a loser and neither are you, so fucking get up and flip off your problems.
I haven’t really felt this way since maybe sometime in school; up late, feeling really uncomfortable, somewhere between not wanting to sleep and not wanting to be awake. I am not sad though. I am really just not much of anything. It’s like it was back then, in some room, on some chair, at some desk, pounding away at these chattering keys. I keep telling myself that I love life and everything and that although I do, there’s something odd and desperate about my constant need to reconfirm the fact.
I’m in this strange state right now where not a lot is changing but it feels like things will be different soon. Maybe not drastically different, but at least some sort of different. Although I guess that’s the typical progression of things.
Writing any of this was an immense struggle, I don’t feel like this is the place to share anything at the moment. Maybe that’ll change later, but not right now.
