two weeks

two weeks in college!
i would be lying if i said i dont like it...what the hell,i seem to be loving it!
the majestic red brick building casts a spell on me each morning....the lush green lawn with the plants etching out the college emblem....the audi...the orientations...this is what i always wanted to do,always wanted to live through.
we have these huge railing-less french windows with wide seating spaces....this is where i am always found...barefoot,leaning down from the third storey,watching girls walk in and walk out...with their varied expressions,vivid bitchings and eyes which dream on...
but in the midst of it all,i miss home...the moment i find myself enjoying college,i pine to have shreya with me...my best friend with whom i have shared the smallest of joys and biggest of fears...the moment i dig into the bhel puri outside college,i miss suryaa who couldnt let keep her hands off my bhel puri back home,miss anindita when i smile to myself at some perverted hidden meaning i find out of prosaic stuff,which no one else gets...miss the corridor which takes you the library where this bunch of girls laughed away their times unaware of the years of solitude which were to follow...
but yes,i am not friend less here...made some of the cutest ones...virge,adreeka,zoya,nair,tara,sara....
they are the reasons why i dont cry for home nowadays...the tears dont come,but the heart aches and pines and the mind wanders off to the bustling gariahat more teeming with people,or the dingy JU corridors where my best friend is busy chatting up with her new friends...or the white house in Beniapukur lane where two souls dreamt their dreams together...
i love college,i love the siri fort audi,love the TGIF food,love the drive to Noida...but all that is reduced to zilch next to my love for the place i call home,the place where i loved and i hated,i learnt and i faltered,i met and i departed, and did so much more...

randomness

i am in a new city...
with new people...
talking a new language,
and walking new roads...
sometimes the newness just gets too much and i am made to crave...
for the dusty lanes i grew up in ...
the "aaste ladies" of the conductors...
the "phuchka" in the "shaal pata"....

and in short i am reminded and made to crave for the place i call home and this blog is the only remnant i have of it...
and i cant help but get back!!
so guys,i am back i think!

last post

This happens to be my last blog post. Maybe I wont delete my blog, it will be there bearing a testimony to the times I suffered under the biggest misconception of my life.

Right now, in this city, there happens to be around 60 people who write better than me so I would rather request you not to waste your time reading this “substandard” blog of mine.

Thanks to all of you who have read the incorrigible shit that I write and left behind comments.

I have loved it all this while...and I am sure it would have got only better in all the times to come.

But I am not worthy of better times...

Thanks a lot.

P.S:I don’t want your sympathies or your requests to blog again

i have been tagged

tagged??!!!i have always dreaded this....

8 things about me:
1.i am unapologetic.i don't repent anything i do-if i have been rude,the person was very well deserving of all the flack he got
2.i used to write stuff,but wont any longer.
3.i am one of those few people who do not like cheesecake-cakes are meant to be sweet and not cheesy(in taste i mean)
4.i have around 25 pairs of shoes which i seldom wear and 100 pairs of earrings which i use and overuse.
5.i am moody.very.(this should have been in the #1 slot)
6.i am too much in love with the city i live in,and would hate to leave it for even the best college in the country
7.i fear i might just end up doing that.
8.i am over rated-everyone overrates me.teachers,parents,boyfriend,girlfriend,senior,junior,sister,brother.EVERYONE!!!

...now do i have tag people??bull!!
i tag neel,indranil and anindita....
i hereby declare that i dont take any responsibility and not,in any way,am liable if the people i tagged dont reciprocate!!

i really don't know what is happening to me or to the world around.
people have become so selfish....no,i am not Mother Teresa part II,but the way old bonds are decaying,it will soon be time to bid each of my "friends" a goodbye.
maybe i am turning into a misfit,but i cant take this anymore....
smiles which lightened up my days have been reduced to a fake curve of the lips...words which meant a world to me are now half hearted attempts at trying to make me feel better.
i repeat,i don't know what's happening to me.
i see my old dreams realising but i don't want them anymore....i am rebelling,i am shouting back....
doing things i have never done...
this is the best of times,this is the worst of times...
i walk on with fragile hopes which break into a thousand pieces on some unknown footpath-trampled by a thousand strangers...
but i walk on...undecided,un planned and disillusioned.