Damn it!

Always been unlucky in love, I really don’t know if luck has any bearing on my choice, well if it does, then I am not so blessed. In fact I am “un-blessed”. Plenty of bad luck is like a ‘forte’. Chuckle. Potentially, all the men/guys I loved, well! Liked turned out to be such morons! Its like I specialize in choosing the wrong guys for the wrong reasons. They would not suit me or in some cases I would fall for such guys who would not find me to be suitable! Funny world eh? Now let me continue with my rant!

I recently joined college, with quite the determination to NOT fall for any guy, heck! I couldn’t help it though, especially owing to the fact that Madras Christian College has some real cakes, all kinds of flavours and some spoilt too, before I forget to mention! Anywho! Let me drift away…So I meet a couple of seniors, all such “Oh my god” types, but I go fall for this one senior who has these amazing eyes, he is well behaved and smart, so perfect that I suspect he is imperfect! I am thinking of leaving the mad crush right here, before bursting my brains, energy and heart behind him, because as far as my luck is concerned, it does not take good liking towards me, I am pretty sure, if I do anything about him, it would call for as a recipe for “Disaster”. My luck! My heart! My emotions! Darn it!

INGILIS

Some people will pelt stones at me for this post, some may agree with peals of laughter or some may roll up their sleeves and raise their eyebrows, and approach me menacingly, or some may just ignore it as BLAH. I don't care though. I am writing this up because I am high, high on the INGLIS, yes not English, that I come across everyday, and that too experiencing such rape, by educated people.

One of my friend's says, "b-ledddddy" for bloody. Her sentence was : "Its paaaainning bleeeeddy". While some "wannabe-s", keep saying, "anywayS". I mean, why the bloody S ? Oops, the "bleddddy" S :P. Some "wear" a fake accent, yes like the guy in the new lays ad. "Say me", very very horribly replaces tell me. All I can do then is, just continue with the conservation, whereas in one corner of my mind. It itches to correct them. Yet I silently bear it all. I bear it, because at the end of the day, the itchy corner of my mind processes it into the slapstick humor section and I have a good laugh. Or I should say, "leff"

Of you, of dreams and of nights

Been awake all through the night
Let me sleep for a little more while
Through the little night, that there is left…
Let it dawn at least…

The dreams I cherish, are still in their infancy
let me sow the seeds of my dreams once again in my sleep…

Jaage hain der tak hamein…
Kuch derr sone do…
Thodi se raat aur hai…
Subah to hone do..

Aadhe adhure khwaab jo…
Puree na hoo sakee
Ek baar phir se neend mein,
Wohh khwaab boney do…

[Guru, Jaage Hain]

Sleepless nights, I spent them in the thoughts of you…
Your presence still lingers
Hope, once lost is resurfacing
Longingly I look into the time without end
Hoping this eternity would cease and hoping I could just see you again.

[The Mocking Spirit, Of nights and love]