Life is no fairytale.

You could ask if I'm disappointed with the promise the words in this title holds? I'd be very honest and conclude yelling that I am freaking scared!!

There's a thin line between being optimistic and day dreaming. And no , I'd never settle for the day dreaming which is why life is so scary. Although ironically people around me are having their fairy-tales. Not normal happiness you know. Literally fairy tales which does make me wonder at the possibilities but WAIT - I would only end up day dreaming. So I cling onto the thought that .. Life is NOT a fairytale.

3 years back so many people in the family were getting married (happily , not to mention perfect match ). Now practically its raining babies. And as of today so many people I know - friends , acquaintances , school mates are getting married , with their - ahem - absolute fairy tale stories.And look very HAPPY. It all seems like movies. So fictional ( and yet contrarily very real ). And since my beliefs are more inclined towards being realistic - I'm dead scared.

 I'm exasperated , puzzled & totally freaked out. The marriage proposals are going haywire. I'm not liking it AT ALL. I'm already not very fond of the marriage concept ; add to it marrying a complete stranger makes me fall of the edge.

I'm asked several times .. what am I looking for in a guy. And I'm clueless :o because I don't want to go about a check list. I'll just know.

But hello!! It only sounds easy. How will I know if I don't know what I want ? I definitely know what I don't want. But isn't that again like keeping a cross list ? :/

There's nobody I can talk to about this. Its so pointless. They are all gonna give me some fairytale sweets to choke up on. And I only wish to tell them..am so.damn.freaking.scared!

Dad is hardly offering any solution. He's barely offering me any solution to my other emotional debatable thoughts. I am unable to confide into him. I cannot tell him what's eating me. And all this while I never worried..because I'd think he'd eventually rescue me out of all my problems or give me proper direction , which is so not happening.

Its funny I'm thinking of all sorts of fasts that I never kept all this while. Handsome husband and all that. I never believed in it. And now am so desperate to get off my fear -  I'd do anything. Superficial. Superstitious. Just tell me. And I'll do it.

Am one year short to my quarter life (crisis). But seems like , IT -  the crisis , has decided to fall upon me too soon.

Ok . I need some air to breathe.

I could only pray for a great amount of wisdom right now...and distantly a not so perfect yet a content fairytale.

How to get rejected.

My parents are giving me a killer time even as they only utter the 'S' word. ( Shaadi!)
I was pretty much casual about it all these days but now that they have gone 'official' - what with the bio-data crap and my relatives constantly poking me with that annoying word over and again..I'm having sleepless nights!

Not only am I totally against arranged marraiges but the unfortunate part is I haven't found anyone either. Had I been able to find someone - in all probabality I would have NOT approached my parents with my found proposal because I'm a coward and because in all probability they would have rejected :P
'Love' is a word we madus don't understand. Its equivalent to committing a crime in our community.

So my idle mind has been doing the devilish workshop and here's a list of killer twists I imagine to throw off at the guy to ensure I remain single for as long as I want to be.
And for what I've observed little statements have a huge impact.

- "I don't want kids." ( which is really true. :p but I'm guessing he wouldn't buy that!)
- Modification : "I cannot conceive. "( :p )
- "Movies every weekend. Dining out every weekend. 3 abroad trips an year" :P 
- "I want to work out of family business." ( Business family not liketh that!)
- "I want to date for at least 6 months even before engagement." A live-in demo won't be bad :p
- "I talk in my sleep. And my mood swings are pretty occassional. I'm VERY short tempered."
- "Traditional wear doesn't suit me."
- "I can cook. But I can't do it for the rest of my life."
-  "Mai apne baap ki bhi nahi sunti" ( true story. This dialogue acted as  a catalyst for a girl to get rejected by my cousin :P)
- One more that I thought of - to dress not so well. But I wouldn't do that because I like to be presentable no matter what :p

lol..I wonder if I have the guts and how many of them am I capable of practically using.
I'm definitely gonna put across the cooking and clothing part.

My parents would be quite miffed if I attempt any other approach :P They still treat me like a teen! I might as well get 'punished' for offending their choice. :|

------------------

This whole arrange marriage process is sooooooo irritating.
I mean seriously..who can be excited for it?! :\
I've been crying just by the thought of marraige to a complete stranger.

But my devilish mind also runs the idea of doing something crazy & saying yes out of that :p


God save me!

Ok. This time - walk a mile in my 'high heels'

Normalization is difficult , no doubt.
Specially since  along with it..there will be changed behaviours and attitude.

Ofcourse ,  I hate the idea of losing the friendship. It was amazing.

I cannot be indifferent regarding the whole thing. And am not talking about that one episode. Am talking about the aggregate of what has been going since a long time.
The cumulative effect is massive.

So , yes..maybe it does not actually hurt. But it  certainly feels bad.

 When I've chosen to let go. It implies =>
You loose me = I loose you!

It not one sided! The loss is on BOTH of us.

You say feelings do not change overnight. Thats true.
But behavior does. And somewhere tagging along the same..feelings will change too.
They have to. I see no other option.

I haven't made a stubborn decision. I already know the best possible reaction.
And am gonna follow it.
I should trust my guts now.. because I've been right about almost everything EXCEPT that one thing that is making me look like a complete fool here. Not that 'you' fooled me. Only ,  I fooled myself!

Yes,  I'll ignore.

And yet , we all know..it can never be like before.



I do not judge this mess on right or wrong parameters.

For me - It was unfair.

It was fucking unfair.

I give too much. Selfishly speaking.. I never got back much - plus as for now - whatever I did get in return , to me , it ceases to be bonafide.

Unfriending.

I'm too blunt and open.
I display my emotions rather easily even if I avoid it to my best.
Specially if am upset or irritated.

But I hardly speak up. I hardly express the 'why' part. I hardly share.

Maybe that sends me into the depress zone for too long ... yet I find it much comfortable than having to TELL people where they have been at fault.
You never explain friends , do you ?
Plus the last thing you want is an explanation in return !

Its not that I keep too much expectation..but a little gesture can change things. Can change feelings.

And I believe...saying that you care is NEVER enough.
If you do , show it!

They call it -  giving space.

 I call it - taking for granted.

No, I call it  - YOU DON'T KNOW ME AT ALL !

And despite this rant..I'd never go and complaint.

...Burning all my mute ire over calories.

Risks and innovation. Such heavy title :P

If you write for a tough exam & do not get the right answers .. You feel bad.

When you write for an unexpectedly easy exam ... and yet make blunders. You feel worse.

But

When you write for  Financial Risk Management exam which goes well & 70% students think it was lollipop...

You just don't know how to feel!

Such exams are meant to be tough.

Now if someone asks me to just shut up and be happy that I did not make any intolerable silly mistake..

 I'd only say : RELATIVE GRADING SYSTEM.

When the probability of scoring good marks of everybody including myself  is more - it wouldn't help my pointer any bit.

Also , I've set a pattern in writing exams. No matter how much I study or how well I do - I end up screwing those very questions I feel I could write the answers of , in a blink of an eye.

------

The word 'brave' has a new meaning for me. Experimenting with my hair.

The volume of my hair is already half of what it was before - thanks to the smoothening treatment. And after 6 months of marathon..I've finally been able to reduce the hair fall.

However the condition of my hair is bad. Despite that ,  I want to smoothen them AGAIN!

Thats brave :P

 I do like them wavy with curls forming towards the end.

But I cannot have a bad hair day everyday. So its decided!

Am at such lack of words and originality of thoughts..my hair is all I could talk about right now.

Anyhow , its been pending to put up this 'Project report' I made for a friend as a bday gift ( along with a really sexy clutch that I gave her )

A little background : She's fat super-healthy. She is beautiful. She's a true Punjabi :D

She hates college. She never made a single presentation herself. And her attendance-deficiency cost her detention from appearing for few papers in TWO sems :P

 

MBA

PROJECT REPORT

on

 “The loveliest craziest bold & beautiful Luvooo ;)”

By:

XYZ College.

A report submitted in partial  fulfillment of

MBA Friendship Program

For Birthday celebration 2012!

Under Guidance

Namrata

Submitted To:

Miss Loveleen

Please Note

This report is subject to market risk. Please read the document carefully and in full Humour.

No offence intended.

Acknowledgement  .

Special thanks to :

( All the friends )

INTRODUCTION

 Miss Loveleen  urf Luvza urf luvo urfo Looooveleen urf Loveleena urf Lovely! ( Yeah nobody gets it right in the first place!!! )  was born on 24^th November 1989.

Earth owes  2% of weight to her since then ;) :D

She was a good student until XYZ college happened to her.

And ever since then…Loveleen went downhill.

But she still managed to  survive the great torture --- thanks to her wonderful friends!

( Sorry , I just had to take some credit! :P)

Objective :

·      The objective of this report is to take Loveleen through the ups and downs of her 1.5 years of fun and frolic with her new friends at the college she hates the most :P

·     Secondly this is a memorabilia of some ROFL jokes made on her. ( No offence baby!! )

·     Her extremely caring friends intend to give her some tips on weight reduction ;)

·     Present a Gift list that will be converted in real gifts when her friends start earning some hard cash ;)

AAAAANDDDDDD !!! 

Ofcourse…this report celebrates  Her birthday!!!

Research

 The  research on gift list is based on the experience of her friends since the time they are with her.

1.    She is a shopaholic! So it goes without saying..the first things to top her gift list would be :

Louis Vuitton bags and clutch!! :P

           2.    Nailpaints. Like hundreds of them!!

Of shades APART from RED! :D

3.  FUNKY Footwear!

 This is the kind of stuff she likes : ---- >

With flowers and sparkle on them.!

Her friends would however gift her something of this sort ;)

Sexy and stylish :P

4.Clothes. Lots of clothes. BUT that would be gifted only if she reduces weight which she won’t

 => so no gift :P  ;)

5. Now lets get onto the weight tips. So the next gift would be….

:D

And then who knows..Loveleen might get offer to endorse the same product!

Or be the brand ambassador of Talwalkars or VLCC ;) :P

( Shhh..the weight reduction would be a secret ;) )

6. Luvs is a masterchef!

She loves food…so her friends would love to gift her a special dinner at a 7-Star hotel. :P

( No harm in dreaming na  ;) )

Ok..Enough about weight and clothes ..here’s some

FOOD FOR THOUGHT. Hope it makes you smile :)

1.  The only way to look thin is to hangout with fat people.

2.  Calories are small devils which always enter your wardrobe in your absence and sew your clothes.

3.  I was on diet from last three weeks and all I lost are three weeks.

4.  God if you can't make me thinner, make the world fatter!!

5.  I keep on trying to lose weight, but it keeps on finding me.

6.  I was meant to be thin... But god sewed me up wrong.

7.  The older you get, the tougher it is to lose weight because by then, your body and your fat are really good friends.

8.  You don't lose weight; you just look thinner from a distance.

9.  Joining a fitness club is a good idea, but only if you go to it. Just remember: the club has only one guarantee, that you'll pay a monthly fee.

10.              I’m on a seafood diet. I see food and I eat it.

11.                People are so worried about what they eat between Christmas and the New Year, but they really should be worried about what they eat between the New Year and Christmas.

12.                Inside some of us is a thin person struggling to get out, but they can usually be sedated with a few pieces of chocolate cake.

( found somewhere on the internet )

The one thing she would LOVE to see.

Attendance Register :

( From the start of the sem till the end )

Subjects .       

1. Retail Mgmt                    P P P P P P P P P P P P P P

2. Brand Mgmt                   P P P P P P P P P P P P P P

3. S & D                                  P P P P P P P P P P P P P P

4. Service Mgmt                P P P P P P P P P P P P P P

5.IHRM                        P P P P P P P P P P P P P P

6. T & D               P P P P P P P P P P P P P P=

7.PMC                  P P P P P P P P P P P P P P

8. HRP                  P P P P P P P P P P P P P P

Note :  The possibility of this is directly proportional to the thing called MAGIC.

:D

And here are the  statement that make for some ROFL jokes.

·      When Loveleen doesn’t come to college…it is MASS BUNK :P

·     Sare Sardar show off rehte hai ;)

·     Double roti

·     "new folder kaise banate hai ??”

·     “Excuse me waiter…One onion and NIMBU please”

·     “ We went to COAL” ( KOYLA :P )

Wish you a very very happy birthday! Keep smiling that gorgeous beautiful smile.

Stay sexy! :D

And eat like there’s no tomorrow :P

 Who cares about the weight ;)

 Followed by Messages from others

*I made it in flat one hour.Could have made structured it better had I got the time.

She loved it though ;) :P

China in India :P

OMG ..my friends are EPIC fun!

:D I laughed excessively today so much so that my stomach is hurting badly :D

Now here's the  story :

I have small eyes. So sometimes my friends  call me Chinese. Although I don't think I look Chinese in any whichever way. But then there's a popular stereotyping , small eyes = Chinese!

We went to see expendibles. The name of the Chinese woman in the movie is Maggie.
So I have been renamed Maggie!
They all have been adressing me differently since morning - Chowmein hot soup , Noodles , Maggie etc etc :P

We were studying Retail when somewhere the concept of Chindia ( Chinese + Indian ) came up.
RS : "Namrata in India is Chindia"
ROFL.

This maggie woman in the movie was 'baby sitted' by Stallone.
So my other friend - Viny whom I call my Superman and sometimes even 'baby'  :D , consistently joked about baby sitting me. And every time the others called me Chinese , I put up a little drama "Babyy..look what they're calling me :(" :D
My superhero would then give a stautory warning to everyone not to tease me :P LOL

I know..it doesn't sound funny in writing. You've gotto witness the episode live :P

And then there were some other jokes which I cannot mention :D

----

Oh and today was the second time in a fortnight that I 'almost' lost my phone.Almost.
It would have been an insult had I really lost it. Because I only damage gadgets ( Technology doesn't survive in my hands. Its an altogether long story! :P)
Never someone who can misplace things.
I'm  a very organized person. Ok maybe not very..but more than people normally are :P
So had I lost the phone..I would have seriously disliked myself.
I wasn't as hyper about the prospect of losing phone as much as I was about misplacing/leaving it somewhere myself. How on earth could I do so !?

I'm so systematic  about most of the things - certain unimportant stuff as well - that my friends joke that I will have specific instructions and guidelines for my guy even in bed :P

Add to it I'm so short tempered and my mood swings are so volatile ..that I might just throw him out of the bed if he doesn't comply with :D

My stomach is still hurting.
:P

The noodles we had today , my friend.

In those muddled up talks and mostly thoughts...just like a bowl of noodles , it is good to have someone straighten it out for you. Or well just like for noodles - wrap it neatly around the fork for you to gulp it without any sauce left over your mouth.

It always nice to have a perspective you mistakenly or maybe in your sub conscious mind deliberately ignored to look upon.

Its easier when you can laugh about all the things that otherwise give you hell in solitude.

Its funny how something so serious now seems so stupid -- you wonder why didn't you attempt  taking down that messy noodles out of the bowl and slurp it like a kid.

 And you no more bother about how the leftover sauce could make you look like a joker.
A complete fool.
It can be wiped off :)

The heat is gone.

The thoughts lie cold now.

For the nth time maybe..I might be making an effort to write off..and as I completely assure everytime that its done..we all know there's still something left out.

I need a doze once a while to tweak the remaining shards.

More than that - I need people like you to be around.

Wherein I don't have to explain the complexity in desirable & understandable state.
You would  translate my alien emotions precisely to know what I want to express.

 Saves time ;) :P

Merci beaucoup mon ami :)

( use google now :P You certainly don't know French! :D )

Into the coffin || No space left.

In my several furious uncanny attempts..

I tried destroying it. Burning it. Forgetting it.

It doesn't go away you know?

It comes back..with even more intensity.

I tried consoling. Convincing. Answering myself.

Questioning more.

Boomerang.

Everything always comes back , except what is really meant to be back. Except what I never threw away. Except what just went away.

The more I tried getting rid of it...the more it came..and the more it destroyed me.

Want it to abandon me.

Devastating.

Like someone stabbed - took away a part of my heart and  left me with with the other half , bleeding.

Bleeding more. Like it would never empty itself out.

I cry. Alone. Jokingly tell others I cried. And I laugh. Almost - alone.

 And then sometimes while I'm driving...I draw the locks of my hair behind my earlobes , turn up the volume , my hands on the steering wheel tapping with the beats - and I tell myself
Its fine. And its over.

Almost suddenly striked down by the fact..that it wasn't supposed to be this way. And I had it already sailed to float away.

 Wasn't that easy , was it ?

It is to be banned from any invitations my memories may yearn for.

There' no space left.

Don't stab it , again.

Things change.

Things don't remain the same.

Sounding synonymous. Meaning different.

Its been an year. Lets just give it , its funeral.

Not tossing aside this time.

Simply cosigning it to the grave.

My heart won't bleed again.

Game theory.

For every gain there is a loss and for every loss there is a gain somewhere. Its a zero sum game.

You want something..you will have to sacrifice something else. You can't have both equally.

Why don't you get into politics otherwise ?

----

Because even in that hate lies a deep rooted love somewhere.
Vulnerable and pure. Unfazed by the layer of loathe.

----

 Yes maybe the best of relations don't need explanations..but if someone questions and you would be questioned only when things are getting bad , why do you need to backfire ?

If someone really cares and doesn't wish to loose you..they will do everything to set those assumptions wrong. They will do everything to assure they have you  all to them self without any doubt.
The moment someone doesn't feel the need to justify ...its all quite over!

-----

After sappy promises of 'being there' and months of dating ..its not called a relation.

Are you fucking kidding me !?

-----

Love isn't a calculation.
But everything after that is math.
This VS that.
Convert every thing said and done into negative or positive points.
Practicality.
Lame blames.
Ex flames.
An algebric equation with increasing variables.
Find x , then y , then z...keep figuring out until you decide its a wrong sum.
Totally wrong. Doesn't fit your logic.
So scrap the entire sum to land up with another puzzle to solve.

-----

Loving and being in love is different. Drastically different.

Loving has various versions...

Being in love. Unmatchable.Unconditional.Unique.Ultimate.

----

Set fire to the rain.

Do not need a breakup , but a heartbreak to know what it means.

---

No background story.

You drilled a hole in my heart

that still loves you back for no reason at all.

'coz no matter how many pieces my heart is into right now

there's still a part that vouches for you somehow.

'coz no matter how much pain you filled in

the fact that I loved and I always will - would remain

'coz no matter how pointless it may seem , no doubt

even after all the ire and hate tires itself out.

You leave me at such crossroads

goodbyes will not suffice.

I shall only walk away this time

bidding a farewell that wouldn't rhyme.


** A couple of rhyming lines do not make a poem. This ain't a poem.

A major query most of them had was if I had a breakup ?
Well..my query is why do you need a breakup to write 'a couple of dark rhyming lines' ?
Such questions spoil the essence.
This 'piece' is more like 'an elated feeling triggered by a sad stimulus' as put by a friend. :P
In simple words , I wrote coz I felt like writing it.
No background story.Not necessarily :)

Float away

I want to throw a bottled message into the ocean.

I want to wrap it all up , box it and throw away.

All the feelings together.

Just letting it go..letting it float away whichever direction it chooses to go.

And while I do so..I want to smile.

Smile that it expired.

Filtering any bitterness or indifference that has masqueraded itself ..tugging me every time I take a step forward.

You wanted to know how I feel about it ?

 I feel nothing because I feel everything.

And so in this nothing and everything...I want it all to just float away....

The mean blogger's 'examples' :D

Ok so..I've never studied so much in 4 days that which I'm currently doing and its a real brain marathon for me because its roughly been a good 1.5 yrs that I tried 'mugging' for theory subjects that don't make sense - ( as in to write exams for )

I dislike muggers. Coz I  for one cannot mug. And those who can - bloody score well :D

This entire relative grading system is sucking out all our energy. And the fucking outliers of the batch are making things difficult.

Anyhow..coming to the ever-going laughter sessions among friends...

It so happens that my friend sits right in front of me during exams.6 papers down I didn't help him even ONCE. :P I'm so engrossed in writing my own paper ( or in true words so shocked at the fact of being so screwed to unable to right 'non-mugged' answers ) - that I cannot pay attention to anything else.

6 papers!! And he says

"Kyunki har ek friend kameena hota hai " :D lol

My exam classroom has a  glass partition,  with the IT lab on the other side. My friend explains how he is able to turn back , ask the person sitting in the IT lab the question for which he seeks answer - and how the person - all across the other side of the room - tells him the answer. Lip reading.

And 'I' sitting right behind him - do not even whisper a word LOL.


Being the brat that he is - almost every invigilator have their eyes on him.
Not much of an excuse for me :P ...and now I'm known as MEAN.

Oh btw. Talk about examples. I always have something parallel to say when otherwise what is being said is completely understood.

The dumbest example :
Friend L :: You know even N ( extremely  unsocial  [underlined word - I'm really emphasizing ]  in our class ) is on FB.
Me : Uhmm. really..its like how even vendors have cell phones these days :P

LOL. Shoot me.

So these days...whenever anything is being discussed , they holler 
'Oye blogger..EXAMPLE chahiye :P'

:D :D

I have two more papers to write tomorrow. Grrr :|

Lets make it an easy exam.

There is a mysterious force that keeps me glued to you.
That makes you my magnet.
That doesn't let me let go.

No matter how hard I try.

Maybe
I only pretend to try.
Because deep down..
I don't wanna let go.

** My story is not a love story.
My story won't have a happy ending.
It demands not to end.

Strangely its the imperfection that loops me into the cyclone of affection over & again only to be left withered and lovelorn.
 Its the imperfection that drives me more to reach a point of a single moment that is perfect ; perfect bliss.

Unrequited love hurts.But the phenomenon of loving someone without being in love..without having a reason makes my story special.

 My story concludes that attachment is a bad thing to happen & its a tedious task to write off the same.
A disease that has no medication except maybe learning to be immune.

Parallel story tells that time changes things. Time improves them too. And there won't be any hard feelings.
But until then I have to survive an amalgamation of butterflies & occasional heartbreaks.
I have to survive being selfish or being a fool.
I have to survive sailing through a storm. 

And I might not even  reach a beautiful island.I already know that. There are no promises , at all.

But I'm sticking to this because all my resolutions of giving up fail with one step from your side.
That doesn't make me weak. I guess accepting my defeat over you in itself makes it all the more easy. 

 Being so serious was never the plan. Its going to suck later - so why feel the pain in advance ??

I want to regain my humor. My story needs that.

But most of all - my story needs you.

Sibling of music.

People who can Sing are really privileged.

Its such an amazing talent!

Because practically everybody on earth loves to sing - whether or not they CAN actually sing 

I hate it that I cannot sing. Coz as much as I enjoy humming tunes I like( that apparently aren't a pleasure to hear)...I wonder what it would be like to have the talent to sing.

Its so refreshing.

The story of a Marwadi.

 Part I :

Guests

More guests
And even more guests!

Brownie points :
Special food cooked at home.
Home would never look so neat & perfect in every possible way.
First class.

Turn offs :
Thrown out of your own bedroom to accommodate them.
The talks about what you do.
The impossible- to- miss-stares after you tell them what you do.
The calculation their heads are doing to define the appropriate time for marriage (of course for you) - which is anything less than half of what you might have planned for yourself.
Self-praise. Too much.

PART II :

 Cultural Laxman Rekha 

Thesis :
No night stays @ friend's place.
No partying.
Guys not allowed to enter home.
Talking on phone with guys restricted or nil in some cases.
Books are friends. Why hang out ?! :-|
Issue :  Virginity , I assume ! :P

Brownie points : seriously ?? None what so ever.
Note : Most cases of eloping are a result of ones daring to cross this Laxman Rekha.
Most cases of guys getting spoiled too would fall in this area.
The more you restrict - the more boundaries crossed.

PART III

Marriages

Love marriage is an alien territory.
Typically the vices for our folks are :
Smoking. Drinking. Eating non veg.
And the fourth is - Love marriage!

The tedious ridiculous process in history of marriages : Arranged marriages!!
Check each other out. Read bio data. Interests and other such things.( Most of which are written just for the heck of it  :P )
One hour of rendezvous.
Few days time for approval--- without going out on date or contacting each other!!
WTF !!

PART IV

 Weddings

 Turns offs :

Read Part I  +  pretense  in every whichever way , in every whichever section.

Brownie points :

Get-togethers. Time off with cousins.

 The various functions which don't make much sense :P but fun to be a part of.

PART V

Miser ??

Stereotypes are stereotypes.

Definite believer in  : If you have it , flaunt it.

Reference : Diamond obsession . 

Reason : Competition :D

Baring apart few , most of the rich ones  live luxurious life et all. But they're misers in some areas.

Indulgent lifestyle.

PART VI

Family

 Joint families > Quarrels > Partition > Nuclear families.

a. Nuclear forever.

b. Nuclear yet bond with extended family.

c. Nuclear , bond with extended family , relatives , society..etc etc :O

Joint families ? - Extinct species. Fun. Pros & cons.

PART VII

Religious Values

Don't question. 

Just follow. 

Believe.

(  Personally I have no issues :P )

PART VIII

Passion

Business is in the blood.

Money. 

Stock market.

-----

Overall ..business families. Highly conservative. Typical Ekta Kapoor serials in some cases !
They want girls to get best education. But to not work after settling down into another family. ( ???! )
Baring apart the unnecessary illogical immature social and cultural rules our folks have  : Marwadis are nice people :P 

I always warn my friends not to fall for marus. Life after marriage in marwadi family is kinda difficult :P

Mildly wild.

There goes a saying/idiom...that my dad quite often quotes..

You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink.

Obviously the horse in the context is me :P 

I have been too laid back & its time I do something about it. Although its pretty wicked to plan to do something when college is just about to start and I won't be having time :P

I won't say I thought..in fact this time I didn't think at all. But having been in the freeze zone for so long....

I just have this sudden urge to go wild. 

To take up everything I have been ignoring. And to make changes.  

Certainly something unusual. Now obviously I can't go skydiving here. Nor rafting.

So it doesn't have to be something huge or unique for starters.

 To bring about the changes...I began with deactivating facebook. Why ? I'm not an addict. I don't play games on FB.I don't put status messages. I rarely comment. I don't like pages there either :P But I just like to know what  people are upto in my network - which isn't so important. So I'm off FB.

I'm  going to get something done to my hair. No matter how many people advise me against the same :P I'm super tempted to  smooth-en my hair.

I went shopping & bought clothes I know I won't wear often.My friends have been constantly scolding me to change my dressing sense or atleast be a bit stylish. So  I picked up funky stuff which I'm actually loving.

What else ? I'm being a good obedient daughter and reporting to kitchen in morning - on time :P

I've started reading good books. Not novels. Good inspirational motivating books. 

And guess what ?? Of all the topics on earth - I discussed Love with a friend :P It actually got to another level. Platonic love. Physical Love. Lovelorn. Unrequited love. Death of a fully blossomed love! :D And before I knew it I was googling love quotes  :D

I'm not a huge HP fan.I haven't read a single book. Watched all the movies though except the last part which I'm gonna watch this weekend.Almost 90% people I know are so sentimental about its end. I guess I would feel odd too when the curtain drops. Isn't it strange or mystical how so many people together connect and relate to a world of fantasy ?? Its as if its happening for REAL. :-|  That shows books &  movies are just as powerful as music.The three delicious drugs of life.

Oh btw. My favorite love quote happens to be a book title. 

Love , a rather bad idea. All it gives is a hangover ;) :P