Wednesday, September 21, 2011

To all the nice guys in the world! :-)



This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favour cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.

This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever encounter in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her plan a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!”

I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my applaudes, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved someone is coming.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

The Fear of floating away..



That's what it feels like when you fall from great heights. That's what it feels like when your heart grows back. That's what it feels like when you don't want to feel. But this, this is just me.

Monday, September 5, 2011

D.. D.. D.. Dilli! :D

Dear Diary,

I don't know if this is the right time when i should write something. Unlike my rest posts, this one is very random and "much needed".

So much to talk of, but thinking of HOW to start. It is probably for the first time that I am short of words. Life has changed. Yes, it has. From the early morning saga's to the silent blinking's , it was all very much desired.

DELHI:- :D

It was yesterday that I was travelling in a metro with a friend. And ,to break the silence, I asked ,what according to him was the best thing about this city. The answer I got was "the platform you get here is something you can't get anywhere else".

If you ask me, this was not exactly the answer I was looking for.And probably that was the reason our conversation about this ended there and then! :P

For me, The best thing about this place is.. Nobody knows you here! :D You can roam around being a complete stranger to EVERYBODY. The fact itself seems extremely fascinating isn't it?

BUT,it is the same city where the strangers don't pass you a smile. The cold glares can sometimes be so tormenting that you miss being home where everybody knew who you were and what you love!

If travelling in the rickshaws and metros make you proud of yourself, it also deepens the thought of getting your own car here. :/

The food city offers you with mouth watering cuisines and "chole-bathure"(not to forget, because i have started relishing it NOW :P ).At the same time,it makes you miss your after school "pani-puri" parties!

Never-the-less, the feel of being in the capital city of India is enough for me to love this place. Entering your college gate and interacting with the popping faces somehow subsides my thoughts of how good my hometown is.Thankfully, I got a bunch of friends who are what i just needed! :)

I am sure, the two ( Delhi and ME :P ) of us are going to have a love-hate relationship. If at the one end i'll love to be lost in the crowd, the second moment, I'd hate the pace with which life runs here.

The things that I left behind have been forgotten. The promises i made are being worked on, and the job's left undone now deserve to be finished.

Right now, I am not thinking of any such thing. Probably because, I am having a time of my life here. *touchwood* . But, the premonitions of the future make me think. Pushing away these thoughts, I feel like ending with these lines..

"yeh dilli hai mere yaar.. bas ishq mohabbat pyaar :-) "