Showing posts with label realization. Show all posts
Showing posts with label realization. Show all posts

02 December, 2013

Our Trysts w/h The Dark Passenger

Never ask a question you don't want to hear the answer to because most likely, the messenger will bear the brunt of the storm that usually accompanies the truth and you'll end up worse for the knowledge.

This applies not only to the literal asking of any question (like the eternal favorite with the ladies, "Do I look fat?" that will make any man cringe with helplessness) but also to the doing of things that will give you information that you don't necessarily need. Like snooping around your better half's phone/inbox - you might stumble across things that you don't want to know, that you wish you'd never started off on the quest in the first place.

Once you end up with the information/result, thanks to your annoying little feline alter ego with its annoying little curiosity that will get something killed, you will see another side of that person, one that you might not necessarily like. One that might put an end to whatever good thing you have going, for no good reason. Sometimes you get over it and move on, sometimes the scar never really fades away. 

What I'm trying to say is once you get to know something, there is no way of un-knowing it. So pick and choose what you want to find out, especially if it is someone you care about.


Also, everybody has a dark side, a side that they are not proud of but they have it anyway because that is what makes them human and whoever it is, however close you are, you do not have the right to pry into their cupboard of skeletons, unless you have been specifically invited to. While this applies to everyone you know, it specifically applies to people you love and care about the most.

In a lot of places, at a lot of times, ignorance is bliss.

P.S: R.I.P Paul Walker.

10 August, 2011

The Test, A Newspaper and My Alarm


09 August 2011
2.40 p.m
Final Year, Mass Communication classroom

Supru, our class advisor, tells us to ‘put our books away and take a sheet of paper to write the test’ (yes, our college is lame beyond repair that way). And yours truly is sitting in the last but one bench and chiding herself for not having read the newspaper (it’s a current affairs test). She looks around to see half the class scribbling the answers down furiously while the other half (which includes herself and her best friends & family) look at each other and grin that special grin which is used to denote that *I’m-scoring-single-digits-on- this-one*.

Since I’m usually one of the furious scribblers and the one whose answer sheet gets passed around, this throw me a little bit. So, I make a resolution.


I will wake up at 6.45 am tomorrow, get dressed soon and read the newspaper. How difficult can waking up half an hour earlier be? And I can get so much work done as well.

10.00 p.m
Hostel room

I stop reading all the blogs open in 25 tabs on my browser, stop refreshing my dashboard every three seconds to see if I have any new comments and wind up my FB business for the night. I feel a small pang as I disconnect the net - ‘maybe someone’s sent me a mail, maybe a new follower, maybe a new private message’.. I shake myself out of the creeping obsession and firmly shutdown the laptop; I’m not even going to watch Grey’s Anatomy tonight à efforts to sleep early, in order to rise early. I have had it uptill here *points* of birds getting worms and all.

Anyway, I’ll just head over to the other room to see what’s going on and say the customary good night’s.
(Note: The ‘other room’ is where the crazies live.)

10 August 2011
1.00 a.m
‘Other room’

I am dancing, steps which are too weird to even describe (one would be the chicken-dance of Chandler fame), with a party hat on my head, a ‘cape’ (bed-sheet) around my neck, a party popper in my hand (blowing in full volume), camera in the other, music playing as high as humanly spunk allows me to and surrounded by seven girls giggling madly and without reason and getting high on coffee and sherbet. 

Yes. Plain coffee. And sherbet made of water and concentrate.
Don’t ask.

6.45 a.m
Own Bed

The Evil Alarm

Eduardo (from The Social Network) is down on a knee with a big, fat diamond and an adoring expression....
The alarm goes ‘Daddy mujhse bola..’ (yes, that IS my alarm tone, helps me get a kick start *stares defensively*)



One eye opens reluctantly. The other refuses to co-operate/coordinate. I take a sneaky peek at the bed below mine; Indu’s already up, the big, fat goat. Makes me feel guilty.

I groan.
Ok. Five more minutes won’t make a difference. Alarm set for 6.50.

6.50 a.m
Own Bed

Waking up when the needles are not in alignment is bad luck.  And also, by 7.00 the bathrooms will be free. And reading the paper takes what, like, ten minutes?

7.00 a.m
Own Bed

Already?! The clock is wrong. It has been fixed. Somebody has paid it money to torture me out of bed. It’s a conspiracy!!

And hence, I refuse to abide the time that it shows. Hmph.

7.15 a.m
Own Bed

One eye opens again and checks out the other top bunk and finds a similar eye (the other roomie) checking it out. They reach a mutual understanding and go back to sleep. If they are late, they’ll be late together. And that, we can deal with.

7.30 a.m
*snooze*

7.45 a.m
*snoooooze*

8.00 a.m
*snoooooooooooooooze*

8.15 a.m
OHMYFUCKINGGODDAMSHITTYCRAPPAZOID, I’m so late.














8.30 a.m

Dressed. Out-of-breath. Running.
Missing ear-rings. Forgot to take wallet. And ID card. Forgot room key. Forgot breakfast. Forgot pen.

Forgot to take newspaper from Warden’s office.

8.45 a.m
Final Year, Mass Communication classroom

“Ma’am, hostelites. Water main broke in the hostel, we had to wait for soooo long to take a bath. Such bad services for the good money we pay, tch, tch….”
Attendance gained.

10 August 2011
2.40 p.m
Final Year, Mass Communication classroom

That special grin which is used to denote that *I’m-scoring-single-digits-on- this-one *. So I make a resolution.

I will wake up at 6.45 am tomorrow, get dressed soon and read the newspaper. After all how difficult is it waking up half an hour earlier than my usual time. And I can get so much work done with the extra time I’ll gain.

And here we go again….

Previously titled "The Alarm That Was 'Fixed' By The Ones On The Dark Side"

06 August, 2011

Moments..

1) I looked around, he wasn't there. I texted him, no reply. I had stomped halfway to the lab when he came streaking up the stairs. My breath caught (it actually did, not just an expression). 
Gorgeous hair flopping all over. The sexy goatee all perfecto. Brown eyes critically checking my new salwar out. Crisp white striped shirt, black jeans and his new already-scuffed Converse.
I wish he could see himself the way I do.

I think I fell in love all over again. 


A realization: You know you're going strong when he can still make your heart skip a beat.



2) Indu (BFF) texted me halfway through dinner, asking me to come fast - the only person who can make me leave food. I ran, worried - worst case scenarios playing in my head. 
She sat there in the dark, sniffing. 
She put her head on my shoulder and cried her soft, little heart out and very nearly broke mine. And a few minutes of my clumsy consoling is all it took to make it alright.



A realization: It feels amazing to be needed like that, knowing that someone considers you their bestest friend ever-est <3


3) Throw eight fools and joblessness together and what you get is a impromptu, mock girl wedding. The Groom is The Panda and The Bride is The Varma. Three hours of yelling, dressing up, making up, commenting, running around, shushing each other, running around some more, taking photos like crazy and executing the whole wedding = Pure unadulterated fun = Draws 'you-people-are-mental-and-dangerous-to-society' looks from around.
A realisation: The Varma will make a very beautiful bride someday (soon!) and I really wish it goes the way it did today, with the eight of her crowding her brains out.


It might not have been the best of days, or even one of the most memorable ones. But these three moments will forever remain special for what they are: 
little moments of love.


P.S: I realize that you guys don't know the characters in the play. Maybe a post about them?