Saturday, January 26, 2008

The trouble with best-friends…

Is that they are great! So much so no matter how much you wanna hate them for their guts you still can’t! So let me present to you my take on why I hate my best friends – the Stalker, Rockstar & Don -- as much as I love them.

The Rockstar

Ok this guy is a jerk. Trust me, no one can be a true moron than this one. And that’s what makes him my best friend. Well, for starters we don’t a reason to fight! Anything and everything can turn into an argument… a word, an action, or something you dint do or maybe it’s something that some else did that actually triggered things off! Well then there are things in common – like F1, and rock music. Ok! So he may not be that bad.

The Stalker!

Ok here’s a guy, as the name suggests is known to know always what I am doing! How he does it, I do not know. I think he has cameras hidden around me. But genuinely this man is nice specie, and the king of perversity! According to him, what I have come to realize is that every word has a double meaning. Every damn f*&^ing word. Oh may be it happens only when I say it!

What you don’t know about this man is that he loves babies and is fully house-trained, grocery shopping household chores, you name it! In short, excellent marriage material. (Girls wanting his number, leave a message on this post  )

The Don

Now here is someone who I can stay has stuck by me in troubled times and dint ever ask for a reason. Yah he is highly erratic in nature. We go long periods without communication, but boom one fine day we are catching up the night away! Frankly speaking I do not understand him like the other two, but that’s what makes him, him. Should I forget to miss call him once I reach home, I have a huge lecture coming my way. Duh! Even my mom stopped doing that! And this man doesn’t ever miss an opportunity to yell at my random behaviour.

So as you see, one stalks me, the other one fights with me and the other other one gives me a ear full at every given opportunity! God damnit, suddenly my life seems complete.

But you know what, these guys are awesome! I know they would do anything for me… like put their hand out while am trying to cross the road. Or I can even throw one of them into traffic to get them to clear the way for me (ha ha … stalker… it was unintentional) Or I can just call up anyone at any weird time and still get them to talk to me.

Yah and I can still rely on these morons to call me fat any day! And treat me like a guy, no matter how much trouble I took to look pretty  (I am not complaining … just stating the facts)

All said and done, I think I deserve a diamond ring from these guys, don’t you think?

Saturday, January 19, 2008

The story of a 'ME'

Part I

Once upon a time there was a me. A me that was born into a happy home in a small little town on one rainy June morning. Considering that this me was the first caesarian baby in the hospital, you could only image the apprehension surrounding the birth of me. So here was a first time mommy, covered with chicken pox, crying out in labour cause the child refused to come out for almost a week. Hey you could’nt blame the me!? Could you? All cozy inside mommy.

So finally the time had come, me came into the world. Yeah thank you, you SOB (the doctor) for waking me so rudely. Duh! Upside down and slapped on me’s butt!!!! Hello! What was he thinking? Anyway after a yelling session, me was finally handed to me’s mommy. It felt so good. Cozy cozy.

Yeah events surrounding the birth of me? Well, the new Mama and the Papa were ecstatic! But the paternal grandma, sighed that the me was a girl! A girl!!! Like that made the me any less a human.

So from there, the me went home. Christened a Catholic.Yeah thanks for pouring some cold water on my head u freak! (that’s the priest) Yeah all that the me could think about was, why doesn’t any bloody person in this new world allow the me to sleep! If it weren’t for the hundreds of relatives pinching the me, it were the other thousand who came to coo over the me, who dint ever miss an opportunity to pinch or pull the me’s cheeks.

Me’s childhood passed in blur… till one fine day, the me had to share my mommy with another you! The you was well, fat, chubby and a boy! A boy? A boy? Did someone say a boy? YES! It was a boy. Now don’t get me wrong, the me loved the you. At least now the me was left alone and not ogled at, at every opportunity.

As the me grew up, the me went to pre-school, yup, the youngest in the class at age 2. Then as life progressed the me was shuttled off to school. In Goa and Muscat, then back in Goa. Damn why did the me’s parents decide to come back. The me loved the school in Muscat. Goa was an all girls school! Damn where were the boys. Anyways, me was tortured here for some six years before, me joined studying with the opposite sexes again. Phew! There’s so much learn… (wink)

To be continued…

Saturday, January 12, 2008

heart in my mouth!

Sometimes in life you wonder if…
What you do will change not only yours but someone else’s life.
Sometimes in life, you wonder if…
You should say what you want to say.
Sometimes in life, you wonder if…
Taking that chance will pay off?!
Sometimes in life, you wonder if...
Sharing what’s in your heart, will make all the difference.

I am scared.
Scared of many a things.
Scared of taking a chance again.
Scared of hurting not only mine but some else’s feelings.

What if this person means the world to you?
What if this person you know would do anything for you?
What if you can see your happiness reflect in their eyes?
What if?

You got to take a chance.
You got to get hurt, so they say.
Suddenly am not too sure.
Not of my feelings, but I would never want to hurt,
Not only myself, but the most important person in life either.

So how do I do this?
How do we share something special?
Without spoiling something that we have?
What do I do?
What do I say?

The angst is killing me!
But I've got to say this.
I might be totally wrong…
God help me!
I hope I am not!!!
I really need this in my life.
A reason to smile again,
I really want to smile again. :)
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