Side effects of sipping on sunshine

The water is nice and warm. The sunlight filters in and hits my face. It’s a nice, bright day, not the gloomy, cloudy sky that Bangalore greets you with on many mornings.

I feel more alive than I’ve felt in a long time. Yes, there are too many questions but this time I’ve had the courage to have asked all of them. And have been answered back satisfactorily.

I smile to myself thinking how filmy life can be.

Sometimes it seems like we’re stuck in a terrible dramatic movie that doesn't seem to have a happy ending and no humor but all the morbid twists and turns and mean and snobbish people; and you’re kept waiting for the one BIG THING that is going to change you and your life forever, accompanied by sunny mornings and happy songs.  And then you’re thrown into a whirlpool of cheesy scenes which involve family issues, love problems, troubles with friends, crying in the corner of your bed for hours, a whole lot of shit involving complex social dynamics! You sit on the terrace on a cold, windy night and contemplate on the matters of love, life and the universe. And you start believing that happy endings are a myth. Then you realize happiness was always by your side. And those evil people that makes your life a bit more like a movie? They are still working on their plans to make your life like hell. And those troubles don't leave you. EVER. Afterall KARMA IS A BITCH ( ). But you learn to get things your way. And life is perfect once again. It’s reached its happy ending till the next movie begins.

The feeling of the warm water running through my hair feels awesome and totally kills the goosebumps from the chilly morning air. And my fingers aren’t white and wrinkly from standing under the water for too long. They feel tingly and warm. And red from the rush of blood.

Long, warm showers are AWESOME. So happy and content they make you feel. And I LOVE my new strawberry body wash. It reminds me of strawberry ice-cream-my answer to every kind of sad thing in life =)

So when does the next movie start? Till when will this happy phase last?

I don’t care. And I don’t want to know.

I come out of the shower  knowing only one thing for sure. My new shampoo is PERFECT-JUST the one I needed. =D

My Happy Little Place

First week of trimester.
Lazy afternoons.
Little work pressure.
Jello Shots.
Quad Parties.
Super Pass weekends.
Awesome weather.
A ChickLit.
Old RomComs.
Skype FINALLY working on laptop.
Cheesiness.

Yes, life can be perfect sometimes =)
And it falls into place in the most unexpected of ways.
I’m so high with happiness it’s unimaginable.
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Yes, I’m rarely this happy, but that’s all the more reason to let you guys know.

<3

"Chai mein dooba biscuit ho gaya :D "

This post is inspired by a lot of things.

Most importantly by the recently telecast Filmfare Awards, more specifically by Shahrukh Khan and Madhuri Dixit.

I mean have you seen the crackling chemistry?! And she's GORGEOUS, so gorgeous! Sigh.

Move over the Munni's and Sheila's, the original Dhak Dhak girl is the ultimate 'maal'.

Who can forget Rahul's Maya and Devdas' Chandramukhi?

And Shahrukh Khan? The lesser said, the better. Sigh.

And well. Its difficult to forget Shanker and Gauri as they try to free themselves from the clutches of the despicable bad-guy you love to hate, Rajasaheb (Amrish Puri). My heart went out to Shahrukh as he transforms from the subservient, mute slave to the vengeful, 'angry young man' and the plight of poor Madhuri duped into marriage with the bad guy!

And well Dil Toh Pagal Hai will remain my most favourite movie EVER after DDLJ. 3 hours of absolute awesomeness! Who can forget them dancing in the rain in Chak dhoom dhoom, or Dholna or that scene when Rahul first sees Pooja dancing to his drumbeats or the very last scene as Pooja faces the audience and her recording plays in the background?..

“jab woh mujhe dekhta hai, toh mujhe lagta hai ki main khubsurat hun.

jab woh hasta hai, toh jee chahta hai naach uthhun.

jab woh ruuth jata hai, toh jee chahta hai ki usse baahon me le lun.

jab pyar karta hai to ankh bhar aati hai.

woh mujhe ehsas dilata hai, ki main uske liye bani hun aur woh mere liye.

main usse bahut pyar karti hun.

ek din ke liye nahi, ek pal ke liye nahi. zindagi bhar k liye...”

SHIT! Can't get better can it?

It's the reason I believe that 'someone somewhere is made for you'. Sigh.

Second is the movie Band Baaja Baraat. My current favourite. SO Yash Raj! SO feel good. So, reminiscent of the days of the good old DDLJ, DTPH, KKHH …

Glitzy, colorful Indian weddings and some good old romance. PERFECT.

Add to it a brilliant soundtrack. This movie stays with you long after you've watched it.

Yes, its predictable. Yes, the climax is as cliched as it can get. But it's exactly why I loved it so much! So predictable, yet so fresh, so uninhibited, so earnest and so BOLLYWOOD.

Plus Anushka Sharma, sooo pretty. :)

L.O.V.E.

The movie made me want to attend a wedding BADLY. Maybe my sister will oblige. (I know that's an impossibility right now, but what's the harm in hoping? :P)

Also, I must mention this is why I LOVE home. The T.V.. I'm amazed everytime by how I could have survived three months without it!

Sigh.

I LOVE long holidays. :D

Till the next post, I'm going to go down the memory lane and take out my old collection of music. Have you felt the joy in fishing out old, dusty cassettes, yes AUDIO CASSETTES. The ones you cajoled your parents into buying because you couldn't get “Arre re Arre yeh kya hua” out of your head? Try it.

And don't be surprised when a smile lights up your face everytime you pick out your old, dusty, childhood favourites.

P.S. You MUST listen to aivayin aivayin from Band Baaja Baraat. It's addictive, I TELL you. Chai mein dooba biscuit ho gaya? Haha. <3 Bollywood <3

Error, qui non resistitur approbatur!

Error, qui non resistitur approbatur - An error not resisted is approved.


So, i came across this Latin, legal maxim that made me believe once again that I was meant to be in Law School!
It's way too funny how I've actually used it in my life! It's like that moment from Legally Blonde where Elle Woods goes "I Object!"...
Hahahahahha..

At the end of a trimester that had it ALL- Love, Life and Law School

So, my friend sent me a message that said- “Acceptance of what has happened is the first step to overcoming the consequences of a misfortune.”

Given that we both have been grappling with the same kind of 'misfortunes' and problems and the solution to which seems to be elusive at this point of time, it’s one of our efforts to bring our lives back on track by trying to infuse the “ultimate philosophy of perfect living” in our horribly messed up lives.

It’s not like we both already don’t realize the importance of acceptance, but it’s the process that’s problematic! Too many externalities and complications! The biggest externality being 'law school'! It manages to magnify and moralize just about ANYTHING! And also coming with it is the pleasure one finds in pain.

Yes, a little masochistic, but sometimes wallowing in self-pity gives you a lot of satisfaction! Not that I’m a big propronent of it, but it has it’s pros and cons and it’s possibly a way of holding on to the past. And if I already haven’t mentioned, I’m a big FAILURE at the art of letting go (so much so that my friends gift me “Simple Truths of Life: Learning to Let Go” cards on my farewell!)

So, here’s the flowchart to acceptance 

“Denial--->Anger--->Acceptance”. I’m not sure on which leg of the journey I stand. Partial denial? Partial anger? Partial acceptance? Its ALL of those three and a lot more. It’s confusing, frustrating, depressing and well, complicated. If only life were as easy as following a flowchart.

The only good coming out of this whole chaos? Friends. The ones who stood by and the ones who didn’t. The likely ones and the unlikeliest ones. The old ones and the new. At the end of it all there’s a warm feeling inside me, for all those who stood by. I don’t really care about the ones who didn’t, anymore.

Too many life lessons learnt in one trimester. And I’m glad it’s coming to an end. Like everytime, I’m gonna hope that the next one is better and this time I can actually believe it will be coz there HAS to be a high in my life after this all time low! So, the eternal optimist that I am, I’m gonna believe that the solution to my problems are not far and that things can only get better from here. 

The Sister of My Heart

So my sister landed a job! :)
One that promises lots of chocolates. And added perks like extra allowances every month. :P


So it makes me think. About my childhood. Walk down that memory lane that's  now kind of difficult to figure out due to the overgrowths and grapevines of the years of experiences and memories.


She was the stud. I was always the one trying to be one.
She was the ideal child. I was busy getting over trying to be Kareena Kapoor! :P
She was the responsible one. I was the one she tried saving from getting into trouble.


But she adored me. Loved me like she's possibly loved no one till date.
And my childhood was spent, to a large extent, trying to be like her.


I grew up under her protective wings.
In the beginning, in school and our drawing classes, I always known as 'Sudeshna's sister'...
And they all expected nothing less from me than the studliness she'd already exhibited.
Sometimes i hated being tagged as someone's sister and not having an identity of my own. But then i was too small then. It dint really matter at that point of time.


And then i started growing up, spreading my wings, slowly peeking from behind her protective wings and trying to find a footing in the world- shaky and apprehensive.
And then she left.
I was 12 then.
And i cried my eyes out. Coz i was scared. I was afraid she'd forget me. Forget that i still needed her. That she'd find new people to love. She'd find a new world for herself, far, far away from the imaginary Gucciland we inhabited.




And thus i grew up. Miles away from her. She'd come home once in 5 months and i slowly learnt to live without sharing the tiniest bit of my life with her.
I learnt to sleep alone in the room.
I learnt to do my Maths homework alone and study for my exams without running to her and asking her to help me revise.
I learnt to handle my boy problems myself.
I built a world for myself. And an identity.
I was no more Sudeshna's sister.
I had a bunch of very dependable friends who always made me fell loved and lucky.


But i never managed to learn to live WITHOUT her.
Her advice still mattered the most.
She always knew exactly what to say and more importantly what NOT to say.
She still does.
She's still the one who mediates a fight between me and my my Mom.
She's still the more responsible one.
She's still the one who holds it all together.


But i learnt one thing over the years.
She's NEVER loved anyone as much as me.
I possibly failed her on that ground.


I miss her.
And i've learnt to love her more.


Yes, she's the sister of my heart...