Serendipity of Nonsense

And I really think i have become very regular with my posts even before taking a new year resolution of the same!!! Kudos to me!! My last post of  the year! P.S : 2009 you sucked badly!!! huh!! You weren't as great as i expected you to be. Nevertheless, have a gala farewell.!!! To everyone everywhere HAVE A GREAT START!!! Make your resolutions and chuck them to the darkest corners of your room. Eat, Party and be merry!!! coz 2009 will never come back!!! Bid a great GOODBYE!   Drink up and Groove!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR !!!

Well i have been thinking a lot about 'change' lately. About the things i want to change. In my life, around me. And mostly because it is a feeling of disorientation. A mixture of being fascinated, excited awed and petrified. Yeah, that's right. Change confuses me and how. I spend too much time Contemplating change. But it wasn't always like this. I can remember a time not too long back when change was something exciting and something I didn't think too much about. Moving to another city? Sure, new friends, new places. Changing schools? Yeah new quirky teachers. Moving out of home? Bring it on! Think of all the trouble I can get into. It's one of those things that has come with growing older. Right up there with worrying about money, the opposite sex and PMS. I simply notice change more than I used to. And I feel wary of it. Not because I find the unknown any less exciting, but simply because I am painfully aware that the known is valuable too. ...

Since June i'm trying to post something or the other and end up in piling blog drafts. As the year ends i think i wanted to write about everything that came by in the last 6 months. I have too much to say. Are you even listening??? Wish you did. Shillong. Presents. IIM-S. Changing Blog templates every time i sit down to post. Third year. The new guy. Jakarta. Arihant Khanna. Rooom mate. Cat fights. Dallas. Hermes' 4 inches. The Gucci tote. MAC Kohl. Blackberry. College . All 10 seasons of F.R.I.E.N.D.S again. The South Beach Diet. Putting on weight. Back to brushes. A breakup in between. Jamshedpur. The giant wheel. Skoda. His marriage. My love. Kolkata. Grey Goose. New Moon. Hostile Hostelites. Edward Cullen. Joy-fest. A new haircut yet AGAIN. The Quadra-Cats. Life lessons. Mom. Navratri. Youth-fest. The Manish Arora stuff. Nephew. Back stabbed. Melodrama. Making new friends. Sneaking out. Collages. Team-mates. BBIC. Horse-riding. Missing the blogospehere. Christmas 2009. ...

Everyday thousands of woman walk in and out of that door, wearing their charm on sleeves and tip tapping the floor in their brightly coloured or multi-hued, blingy or matte, rough or polished oh-so-yumm FIVE inched heels.. Surely enough all these women have one thing in mind "To prove themselves". Sometimes in discomfort, on their toes, balancing on a tightrope called a life. Sometimes when she sees them, the single streak of thought that passes her myriad mind; "Will i be one of them someday?" Aah...how much she would have loved tapping those heels, gliding them on that smooth marble floor. Each of them with a thought of their own, walking through the difficult lanes of hundreds of doubts that arise everyday @ their workplace or @ home. Gliding through life, putting a full stop to those millions raised eyebrows to question her creditability, in her beautiful stilettos, she copes up with every small detail in this BIG patriarchal universe. As she look upto them, he...

...............and so she thought she won't blog anymore. To the fact that i even had to delete her last blog. She almost thought she would never come back to blogging, that she would just silently slip away in the cracks of this vast blogosphere . She wanted no farewell bid, no good bye post, just a silent disappearing act. But here she is, once again. She did want to run away, from what not even her own soul knows. But she did. She still does, but she won't. Somehow stringing the pieces of life, she is determined to unfold what life wants from her. She is craving to discover her own psyche. Catching up with the world again, she does feel like living a new life after a month of intransigent paralysis that overpowered her. As she asks me to key in this first post of her ultra-new blog, she rummages through the days gone by that if it hadn't been the support of her friends, she would have been going through an identity crisis by now. She has no idea what this scratchpad(y...