A little thought i ponder on...
For thoughts become things the say..
the little thought that comes at last
i don't want to be a thing of the past..
what has gone past has gone
its time to move on
its is impossible to get back
what one has foregone...
i survived!!! four months of sitting at home and trying to study.. Omg!! i never thought i could do that.. but i did... i did.. i did.. the result was not very satisfying though.. for now that is the least of my worries.. exams are done.. and finally I'm out hibernation and allowed to break free.. to do what I've been wanting to for a very very long time.. the list of things to do is really really long.. but lets see "10 things i wanna do after exams"
1. Get myself a really nice haircut
2. Shop till i drop
3. Clean the mess in my room and book shelf
4. Go on my nice little joy ride
5. Make up for all the lost time with family and friends
6.Read, Read and Read more.. uh.. not text books.. my sweet love stories and enthralling mysteries.. and a couple new bestsellers
7. Watch all the movies that I've missed
8. Experiment a little with my culinary skills and learn to fix a few drinks
9. Plan an improbable holiday ( i might not go on one but there ain't no harm trying right???)
10. Lastly try and loose some weight...
ya ya ya.. there is loads more that i need to do.. so lets wait and watch how things pan out....
hmmm... time management has never been one of my virtue (its not that i dont try but it doesn seem to happen) anyways i'm a couple of months late in posting this.. so apologies to the person to whom it is dedicated..
when it comes to this "man of science" i always fall short of words..an thats the reason i kept postponing posting this one... but there is one thing i say confidently.. he is a total "drama king" (creative liberty).. all he has to do is a little natak and he knows he will get his way through... and of course sometimes.. actually most of the times jumps to conclusions and hangs up.. gussa to iski naak par hota hai.. baitha bhi nahi.. khada... ok ok don yell at me for that.. its a fact.. try and recall the number of times u've hung up on me!!
apart from that he is actually pretty sweet.. uh.. thats not pretty an sweet.. duh...
an i got the lunch u promised me.. so u'll get the brownies i promised.. its jus that as usual ill be late.. but u'll get it..
an now im at a loss of words..
P.S. this was in my drafts an im not satisfied.. but since u wre waiting.. place a bet ill do editions to it in the near future!!
Those memories are by no mean way few..
and i can reassure there'll be many more new...
of good times and bad..
its just that i'm a little sad..
cos i already miss your addictive cheer
your little texts which wipe away my fear
for how much you care
without you its like something isnt there..
Wipe away the fears today
Everything will be okay
Capture each moment happy or sad
Cos i want to live it too...
Keep faith in your drive and ambition
you've never given up
dont give in now..
an remember
the miles between us cant keep us apart...
scraped knee.. hurt ankle.. an torn jeans.. logically the next phrase would have been "boys will be boys" but i'm proud to flaunt that the next phrase actually is "yippi yippi that happened to me"...
no i dint fall off the bike.. nor did i try climbing a tree.. i only got a little enthu to watch my dear friend lead the school march past as Head girl.. well and in the process of running to the other end of the ground dint realise that the long jump pit comes in the way..
its not often that i scrape my knees (it doesnt imply that im not clumsy, because i define that), i celebrated this scraped knee.. not because there would be someone to acknowledge the pain or to massage the swelling(anyways there was no one) but because it awoke the sleeping child in me.. the one who loved cheer and fun.. the one who could be the just and the jester... it made me realise that the carefree, fun loving girl is still there, waiting to come out.. and out she is.. without a care of whats going to happen...
scraping my knee brought back to me the joys of childhood i had left far behind in a life where each move seems to be calculated.. reminded me that i am still entitled to do things without giving the consequences a thought...
the fact that a silly facebook quiz told me that i'd meet my Mr. Right at a coffee shop is not the reason that i hang out at one most of the time.. i just find it really comfortable place to indulge myself in some deep studying.. (of my books ofcourse!!!).. but i do waste a little time reading the outlook.. and so i did today too...
there are certain unexplainable synchornies in life... its not even a couple of days back that i was having an intense discussion about true love and 100% commitment.. and the cover story of outlook was about screen romance and the love it never talks about.., there was a very nice article by the writer of Khosla ka Ghosla (sorry i'm very bad at names).. coming the author wove a beautiful article from patches of real life situations of love that was not.. just reinstating my question whether reel life 17 year old romances exist???
and i talking about synchronisation.. an elderly couple walked into the coffee shop.. and there was something about them that i could not take my eyes off them (apart from the lady being really attractive and smartly dressed in a pretty Saree).. they ordered for a sandwich and coffee for each of them.. their conversation was just flowing on.. not just through words.. and when they were done.. like most elderly indian couples it was the lady who paid(the lady carries the bag you see.. and men are more forgetful in old age).. outlook declared Shahrukh and Kajol the most romantic on-screen couple... but i'm sure even Aditya Chopra wouldn't be able to script love as true and honest as i saw today...
love is not just teenage romance... its waking up early some morning to make her a surprise bed tea.. to do the dishes together..to give..to commit... to trust.. to cherish.. not for a day.. month.. or year.. but for a lifetime...
Not many put their money on history repeating itself.. but it did.. another epic final at Centre Court yesterday.. but it was Federer who was the heart breaker this time... (ummm.. i was more than thankful it was not Nadal facing him.. i'm sure i'd have failed to handle the stress)
the fifth set.. Vijay Amritraj merely called it the longest fifth set of a grand slam final.. (I'm sure he'll use more adjectives for it now). but the decider and omg.. A set that saw fantastic serving.. more winners than errors.. Roddick played arguably his best tennis.. was broken only once in the match.. and at that point he lost the match..
the match was definitely not for the weak hearted.. an enjoyable battle that left me regretting for my trimming my nails early yesterday morning.. i dint have any to chew off during the match you see...
Roddick might have lost the match.. and my heart cries out for him... but what disappointed me more is that now Federer overtakes Nadal as the World N. 1 *sigh* *sigh*
