Tell Me No More of Enchanted Days

31: Of December 7.30 pm: Still working 5: People left in the office 1: Bottle of wine waiting at home 1: Stuffed dog watching out for me to reach soon 357 days: Been waiting for this year to end 2004: Worst year in my life 2007: Second close 2008: Eagerly awaited, darling, fresh, new, new year 0: Resolutions and expectations Ring out the old, ring in the new! Look back once in a while to see how far you've come

I missed out on one part of reality in my last post. I think I would like to talk about it. There's a film I wanted to watch ever since it had released. I was maybe 20 then. I watched it today. It's called 'Sliding Doors' . It is about the parallel universes that we live in all the time. Us in another situation, another time, another us. I've been fascinated by this ever since I had read Richard Bach's One , which was also probably when I was 20. I've been moping and moping about my pain for a really long time. And of course, sometimes we don't see the truth because we choose not too. Some other times, the truth is not revealed to us. It would have in another parallel universe, and we would have been different people. I sometimes feel that if my path was not the one I had taken, I would have probably been a famous journalist in one, a happily married woman with kids in another, and the owner of a seaside shack in a more fascinating one. But it would all

Someone called me ‘bitter’ today. The person who did doesn’t even know me. I’m not bitter, just sad. There’s a big difference, and I always get a little touchy when someone doesn’t choose their words correctly. Sad, no one wants to be that. And God knows, I’m trying to be happy. But the more I try, the more difficult it gets. I do realise I’ve changed a lot in the last one year. Loss, of family, love, and friends…oneself…does that. I spent my birthday feeling miserable and crying over a lost birthday. I shouldn’t have. I should have counted my blessings and been happy about it. But I couldn’t. More than myself, I grieve for losing my smile. I just can’t seem to get it right anymore. Even if I smile, it looks fake to everyone. It is. It isn’t really a smile, it’s an expression. I had a reality induced dream. I dreamt about ‘perceived reality’ and ‘real reality’. Perceived reality is when you believe something exists and it actually does for you, just not in the real world. I dreamt I wa

Ki jaana main kaun tagged me. The rules are: 1.Link to the person that tagged you, and post the rules on your blog. 2.Share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself. 3.Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, and include links to their blogs. 4.Let each person know that they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog. Okkkkk...seven weird things...why seven? Why not 20? Thus the narcissist speaks :) 1. I have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD). Lights, gas, taps, door knobs..get checked 20 times over with the word 'Check' being uttered loudly...gets worse when I'm very sleepy, which is totally insane. Actually, I am. 2. I've never broken anyone's heart. 3. I have the curse of the memory. From Age 2 till now, I remember everything. Numbers, dates, faces, smells...everything. I pretend to forget. 4. When I was in school, my dream was to be an astronaut. I gave up because I sucked at Maths. 5. I read 354 books in my Third Year of college. Someone asked m

My darling V, I first met you when I was in the fourth grade. Me, an awkard tomboy with short hair and no friends, and you the funny, popular girl with pigtails. And it clicked. Tonight, I couldn't sleep because I thought I was losing my best friend of all these years. And so I tried to recap back into time. It almost choked me with emotion... I used to watch you everday practise for your group singing in the fifth grade. You never knew, but I was always there. I could never sing. So I learnt the words by heart as I heard you. I still remember all of them. So, when I used to go higher and higher on that swing, watching the clouds turn pink, I would sing that song... And in the seventh grade, do you remember how you hid that dirty book under your frock and we locked ourselves up in the girl's loo to read it? Do you remember me telling you about my first crush? Do you remember me beginning to grow my hair for the first time, as I started changing? You were always there, each ste

( View from Gulmarg) Winterlude, Winterlude, my little daisy, Winterlude by the telephone wire, Winterlude, it's makin' me lazy, Come on, sit by the logs in the fire. The moonlight reflects from the window Where the snowflakes, they cover the sand. Come out tonight, ev'rything will be tight, Winterlude, this dude thinks you're grand. - Dylan After a very long time, today I'm happy. I have absolutely no reason to. I just am. It's December, my favourite month. It's one month (apart from the four months during the monsoons) when nothing can keep me down. So, I'm walking with a theme song (this time, 'Time is Running Out' by Muse) playing in my head. It's not a happy song, but it's catchy, and everytime I walk, I pretend i'm catwalking to the song..he he.. I have lovely memories associated with winter, even though I was born in a city near the sea where winter doesn't exist...But I've travelled a lot. So I'm putting my top f