The year that was

I am a tad bit confused, so I'm doing my version of this tag. Thank you

>This year I listened to more music than I ever have. I even spent whole days listening to music
>This year I fell in love, really truly in love
>This year I lost some people I never thought I would. To life.
>This year I spent a whole night, wondering if he would make it through the night. He did, after several nights of waiting outside icus in fear. I had my own brush with well death, or rather terrorism at the train blasts.
>This year at the exams, I got the kind of marks I wanted.
>This year I lost some weight..not enough.
>This year music touched my soul like I'd never known (you know the feeling?)
>So did some people.
>This year I made two short film things that I can watch and not say, I didnt do that
>This year I read two books that broke my heart. Shantaram and Lolita. One that found some faith. Still Life With Woodpecker. And so many other wonderful books.
>Early This year, I fell in love with the movies. I can't pick a favourite...most found me a new lesson. Among the hindi movies though, Omkara owns.
>This year I shopped wisely:)
>This year I lay down and watched the stars
>This year I spent as many nights up and working, as up and talking/partying.
>Which brings me to: This year, I was less anti-social than I normally am. Which is also thanks to some wonderful new people:)
>This year, I did somethings I never thought I would!
>This year, I learnt an insecurity of a different kind.
>This year I discovered a family bond, with my cousin. She is wonderful, affectionate and very special
>This year I learnt the C chord:)
>This year I worked at some interesting places. I wish had worked a little more. I also worked someplace I'd never want to again.
>This year, I sang loudly and didnt care who looked.
>This year, I had more alcohol then I ever have.
>This year I did some travelling. Not enough:( Found a hazaar places to go to
>This year, I lost some hope. And found some too.
>This year I got my driving license!
>This year, I learnt patience, and how
>This year I learnt no one can share the same faith as you. In relationships its about you and him, and eventually about you and you.
>This year, I came to know, some friends just do stay
>And well, some don't
>This year, I had my first real date. And no, I didnt even dress. It was...:)
>This year I finally really really spoke to my sister
>This year I dreamt..and dreamt..and dreamt..:)
>This year, I read more of the newspaper than I ever have
>This year I had the most awesome December
>This year, I wished I was earning...so many times
>This year, I volunteered at the blind school..something I've always wanted to do
>This year I turned a little more cynical.
>I also gave more of myself than I thought possible.
>This year, I learnt I'd be okay alone. But also, that I would want to be someone.
>This year, I learnt I ought to work with something that stimulates me. Mundane stuff wont do anything for me.
>This year I learnt its the people and the music. And the storyteller.
>I wrote much less than I wanted to.
>This year I wondered how long this would last several times. And, wondered of those days gone by, so many more.
>And finally this year for me, was about growing up, loving and letting go. And of memories, I will forever hold.
I feel good. A merry Christmas..with love! Pass on the tag, btw

Of Reunions and a much needed Christmas Break

Reunions are hard to describe; I wouldn't call them fun, splendid, boring, terrible or any such thing. Reunions seem to be just that, reunions. And strange. Except, for a thoughtful school time samosa and the ck (cooperite kameena) certificate of excellence thrown in. I can't say I was thrilled to see any body except a couple (besides the few, I see anyway), but it was just nice to see how every one's turned out five years later. And, I say this rather dismally, I see nothing extraordinary. We are as yet stars in the making. Or not?

That said, like any other place where the vodka is flowing freely, reunions leave with you a terrible aftertase the next morning as the usual grogginess.

On a completely different note, Mr Patki, in a tone characteristic to well, Mr Patki, ended his last lecture of the year with: Christmas break begins this Friday. And college begins 2nd January (We make some noise, needless to say)Then, you have back-to-back assignments all the way up to the end of Feb. Prelims are in March, and the boards, first week of April. Results end of May. And then, thats it! You're a BMM pass...get lost!

Ouch. Such love! I reckon, its mutual. But that does pretty much sum of the beginning of next year. And, yeah, get lost indeed.

the List time of the year.

And since the heartbroken are mending hearts and the lonely are finding love, this one's a 'Love' list. I've left out a loathe one, the month of December makes it difficult to hate. So here goes, a random list from a happy-for-no-reason g:

Loves

>The just arrived Lovable lingerie at Westside. So hot!
>The New Levis Ad.
>The Nokia N93 Ad.
>Infact, even the Zen Ad. A surge of good ads eh. To make up for a mega disaster called e-serve - Everybody's Excited?
>Paul Simon.
>Alcohol.
>The perfect week. Very very hard weekdays, 12 hours and more. A power-packed friday night, half-way lazy Saturday, and lazier Sunday.
>Late evening, oh-so-cold swims.
>White Linen, by Estee Lauder.
>Chai, I just discovered by default at college vending machine. Gingery and sweet and meloves.
>Watching the love birds :)
>MsN conversations with cousin and rishi:)
>Inshallah, the thought of five months to moving out.
>And well, you! Muaah.

The last bits of this painfully long year are hurrying by. And,am I glad. Of all things 2006 has been the year of heartache.
Miserable, miserable heartache.
Love with heartache. Heartache with Love. Death. Heartache with Lolita. With losing. With letting go.
OH, be gone now. You broken hearted misery of a year.
And welcome, the sunshine?

P.s: There is no heartache without love, so maybe 2006 was the year of love? Ah, perspective. Perspective.

I no longer know, what I am afraid of, what I fear. I know longer understand, and its taking its time, but I know longer have the will to. Maybe, I know what i fear after all, the lack of will, of pretending not to care, that numb feeling. And life turns once more, and shrouds me in obscurity. Do I ever want to come out of here? The pain after is too much to bear.

Dear women of the world,
Those black pinstriped pants you wear, aren't particularly gorgeous...but for god's sake don't team them with that horizontal/vertically striped shirt you just picked. Stripes and stripes just don't go.
Perturbed,
g

butter and mashed bananas.~

While some might complain its amatuerish and others may find the constant interuption of 'naach gaana' not quite to their taste, 'butter and mashed bananas' a play at the ongoing prithvi fest that I managed to catch last night was super. And funny.

It dealt with some pertinent issues in democratic societies today, clearly that too; was funny and confused, cynical and mad. With a play that comes from 'Harami productions' is named after a classic train meal(I once saw one fat lady in the local train, dig out two slices of buttered bread, and then peel a banana. The banana was mashed, hand and all, and squished between two slices of bread. And then relished.) and has a boy singing in a girl's voice..." Hey Sexy.. Hello Sexy..Mujhe log bole" there's little else to expect, but a hilarious one hour.

The dinner that followed at a local pizza place with all of us mimicking the good
bits, was just as.