Happy New Year! xD

This NYE was spent on a beanbag placed at strategic distances from the television and the heater. Pizza and Coke was had. Celebrities were made fun of. It’s almost something of a family tradition, now.

So, it’s the start of a new decade. Honestly, I don’t think much is going to change. Politicians will still be corrupt, movies will still fail at the BO, people will still be disappointing. But, I’m willing to pretend. Hope springs eternal and all that jazz.

Here’s to 2011 being awesome!

You know what I hate?

 

Waiting.

I’ve come to realize that I have zero patience. I hate not having what I want when I want it. I plan for the future, yes. But, if I had it my way, I wouldn’t have to because the future would mean right now.

I hate call-waiting with a passion. If I want to talk to someone, I should be put through to them when I call them – after half a ring. The ‘put on hold’ option shouldn’t even exist when someone’s talking to me on the phone. Don’t even talk to me about people not calling back when it’s their turn to.

You know how when you’re almost-best friends with someone you take turns to call each other? Like if they call you once, you call them the next time and vice versa? I hate when people don’t do that. Because I always end up calling/texting even though I did so the last, say, three times and that upsets the whole power-balance in the relationship.

Yes, I think about power-balances even though I’m only eighteen. Yet another back-handed advantage of being a Capricorn.

JATTITUDE!

You know you're a crybaby when...

Katy Perry's Firework gets you teary-eyed.

Baby Cologne? Really?

Bulletin Board 2005-2010

Home Coming

I like this template. Reminds me of Diwali.

I'm in Mumbai, again. Having ma ke haath ka khaana and growing fatter in the process. Mumbai's pretty much the same. Crowded, stinky and downright awesome.

I'm going to sound like a whine connoisseur (geddit? geddit?!) when I say this, but I really really miss home.

It's strange how even though my family's living in 3 different cities at the moment, everything's okay when we're together. The father and the sister flew in from Chandigarh. I slept my way through the entire 2 hours and 20 minute journey from Delhi to Mumbai. But, we all sat down for lunch, everything felt the same.

I'm a little different, though. I find myself cringing when I think of myself at this time last year. All I could think about was getting out of the house and living alone. All I want to do now is screw independence and go back to living at home. Squabbles over the remote, food, clothes and all.

I guess I'm not so grown up after all.

The New Normal

 

I never thought I’d actually miss my people.

For reasons I don’t want to elucidate, my parents and my brother are in Bombay and my sister is with my Maasi in Chandigarh. Meanwhile, I’m living in a PG in Delhi, craving one of those family dinners that have everyone dissolving in peals of laughter.

Conferences over Skype just aren’t the same.

I was thinking the other day and I realised that I’ve moved out of home. For good. I mean, I’m never going to live at my parents’ home, now. After under-graduation, there’ll be post-graduation. Then, I’ll be working and living in a flat of my own. Till I find my soulmate [I still have my doubts about this], at least.

Feels strange.

DU Lesson #3

Well, this isn’t exactly a DU lesson. But, what the hell.

Always bolt the room door before you decide to see how cool you look in your aviators by dancing in front of the mirror. Otherwise, the maid will enter and see you in weird poses. She will then proceed to smirk about it whenever you run into her.

Past, Present, Future.

DU has HOT stuff. Correction : Hot TALL stuff. I LOVE this place!

Also, I think my past* is hell-bent on following me around. An ex-crush of mine is a senior in my college. Another one is going to Khalsa. Crush-To-End-All-Crushes is in Hindu. And that’s not all. There is this one guy who up and bloody left Engineering in Illinois State and is now in Hindu. True story.

ANYWAY! My classes haven't really started poori tareeke se. I have huge gaps in my timetable which is AWESOME because it means I can move about North Campus freely! Lovin’ the first few days of college.

 

*When I say past, I almost always mean unrequited like. Yeah, I’ve lead a sad, sad life.

DU Lesson #2

Do not, I repeat, do not buy your reference books on the first day. People will think you're a nerd.

Plus, you'll have to lug the bloody package along when your friends decide to scope out the Delhi School of Economics ki Canteen [which is bloody awesome, by the way]. This will almost give you a hernia.

DU Lesson #1

Invest in an umbrella. You do NOT want to go to your college orientation looking like you took a shower with your clothes on.

Also, don't bother washing your hair. Atleast three cars will splash dirty pothole water all over you when you (intelligently) take a rickshaw while it's raining.

Planes and Bombay Rains

Ever been woken up in the dead of the night (crack of dawn, whatever) by a rumbling sound that makes you think the alien mothership is landing? I have.

The place I've been staying at for the last three weeks in Santa Cruz, Mumbai is so close to the airport, I can hear the people on the international flights (because only those fly at such odd times) being given the "Aagey do dwaar, peechhey do dwaar" speech by the stewardesses.

Bombay, I've realised, is a peculiar city. One moment it's a perfectly sunny day; I have my aviators on. The very next second, there's a crack of thunder and I'm totally drenched. People here don't have the same tendency to, well, show-off as North-Indians (us Punjabis leading the lot!) do. Coincidentally, this is one of the major complaints Mumbaikars have against Delhi.

Roads here seem to be meant for vehicles as well as pedestrians. First, you honk and clear your way. Then, you get stuck in traffic.

But, there is no road-rage. This is a laidback city with patient, easygoing people. Where Delhi drivers would've honked their horns and hurled abuses at the other drivers till their throats were sore, Mumbai drivers wait patiently for the car in front of them to move. Quite the culture shock, considering I've grown up with the notion firmly implanted in my brain that red lights are meant to be ignored, speed limits destined to be broken and vehicles meant to be overtaken!

I tried waxing my legs myself yesterday and failed miserably. Bloody hair wouldn't come out. Thanks to the scalding hot wax, I have a new scar to add to my collection, now!

Note to self: Leave it to the professionals.

I was born in Chandigarh. Lived almost all my life there. I remember crying my eyes out on the car ride to Delhi when we shifted in 2003. I hated this place, then.

But, I grew to love it in the 5 years I lived here. I made friends here who I know will stick by me in the toughest of times - and vice versa. I love that everything can be delivered home - from pizzas to groceries. I love that going for a drive here never means only having to listen to half a song. Hell, I even like the pollution and the noise!

Blame my innate Capricorn-ness or whatever, but I just can't live in quaint towns where everybody knows everybody. I like the fast-paced life of a city where I can be alone even in a crowd.

Home is where the heart is. And Delhi is home.

P.S. : This time when I got my eyebrows and upper lip done, I didn't sneeze even once. It's an amazing feat for me.

I'm going to DU!

I should be in the gym right now but, I can't be bothered enough to get up and walk [Yeah, walk. Chandigarh, remember?] to the Club.

What I'm doing instead is flipping through my journal. Now, I've been writing in this one since the 6th of January, 2007 and most of it is filled with rants and general teenage angst. Some of the earlier entries are so cringeworthy, I feel like picking up a marker and editing stuff. And by editing I mean striking the whole thing off.

Some phases of my life that will make your eyes fall out from all the eye-rolling :-

Period: January, 2007
Description: Documenting every insignificant detail of my mundane 8th grade life a lá Mia Thermopolis
Example: 1.5 pages long entry about an aquarium in some airport
Eye-roll rating: 2/5

Period: February, 2007 - November 2008
Description: Unhealthy obsession with Crush-To-End-All-Crushes
Example: 3 pages long entry about how He hugged me on New Year's
Eye-role rating: 4.5/5

Period: January, 2009 - March, 2009
Description: Hindi translation of every entry to help with Hindi Board Exam
Example: Mera apne aap se vayda hai ki main ab se apne vichaar angrezi ke saath-saath Hindi mein bhi likha karoongi. Isse na keval bhasha ki shudhata evam manakta par dhyan diya jaayega...need more?
Eye-roll rating: 3/5


Now that we've succesfully established that I was a loser, I'll head to the gym! Not that it's making much of a difference. 3 weeks of gymming and all I've managed to lose is 60 grams. Seriously. -_-

Anyway. I'm off!


PS: Why is CBSE hell-bent on fucking with our lives? It hasn't even declared the date for the results, yet! Result nikalna to door ki baat hai.

Okay.

Okay.

This break between school and college is SO not how I pictured it. For some obtuse reason, I'd imagined being out of the house the whole day, going on road trips and just generally having a lot of fun.

The reality? I'm cooped up in a classroom for 4 hours everyday from 8 am to 12 noon, studying Accountancy, General Economics, Mercantile Law and Quantitative Aptitude for the Chartered Accountancy entrance test on the 20th June. And then coming back home and doing my homework like the complete nerd that I am.

Chalo, jo bhi. S'not like I'm being invited to a million ragers everyday. Or even one a month. Anyway!

In other news, I went to this concert last night and, as was expected, met some people who were in my class at school. [When you live in Chandigarh, you just get used to meeting everybody everywhere.] Let's just say it was beyond awkward.

Two years I've studied with these people and what I know about them isn't enough to carry on even half a conversation. Just feels weird, you know? All this time I was busy moaning and bitching about how sucky my school is and how I hate that I had to shift here and how I hate my teachers and how they hate me right back, I didn't even realise school got over. I'm finally free from the confines of my Convent School and I don't ever have to see these people again. I should be happy, right?

I mean, I'm ECSTATIC that I finally get to go to college, now. Be with my best friends and make up for the last two years. But, I'm also kinda regretting being so aloof to the people I graduated with. These are the people I'm going to meet at reunions. These are the people I spent the two most important years of high school life with.

Sigh. The fact that school's over has finally sunk in, I guess.