First off- funny word I came across the other day: callipygian. Calli meaning beautiful and pygian is derived pyge- buttocks. So, a person with great buttocks is a callipygian.

Sounds sane enough when I'm telling it to you know, depending on who you are, but it was so damn when I found this word. Still is, in fact.

Another great discovery: What is photography etymologically? "Written in light"- I thought it sounded great... written in light. Sigh(the good one).

Weather is awesome, I finally met and heard Dr. Kalam- he's a funny (in a good way) man and it was a funny episode. But he is a nice guy, and that's big coming from me. At one point he asked us to pledge to create a corruption free world, this part was very conveniently ignored by a few people present there.

That's about it. Hope you guys had a lovely day.

All my love.

I can play the guitar! I can, I can. It's bleddy tough, but my pieces are finally starting to sound like music. Yay, me.

I've always wanted to learn how to play one. Ever since I saw Zeenat Aman "strum" chura liya hai tumne jo dil ko, I just had to learn how to do that myself. Somehow, there never was any time.

You'll be surprised to know that almost every person other than Koze, of course who came to know that I was learning had only this to say- Oh! That's so nice. I've always wanted to. Koze, on the other hand thought it was a very popular instrument and that I was just being one of the crowd.

It's sad, how much time one wastes. And one shouldn't, because it's never coming back. And the going just keeps getting tougher, and NOT any better no matter how high paid a job you end up with or even your own minting press.

And dancing is so much fun! Everyone should do it. Even if in your own living rooms. Plus, I'm getting better, and love every minute of it.

Anyway, so I can get done with this year having accomplished two things I've always wanted to do. Hopefully, I'll get the third done soon too.

What've you done this year that you've always wanted to do?

Ghosts aren't nice things to live with. All that cartoon crap you've watched so far was exactly that, crap.

I'm standing on the threshold of what is to be the most important year of my life. Instead of seeing where I need to get to, of how everything I've ever wanted will soon come true, all I can see, is me standing in the very same place around 3 years ago. To the dot.

All the locked up memories, stuff I thought was a thing of the past- the good, the bad, the ugly and the most ugly- it's all back. Add to that list insecurity, major doubts, a visit by old ghosts, the damn voices in my head, you're getting the idea. That, should explain my sudden loss of words.

And I'm shit scared.

You could not know a person, and at the same time you know them. You could sit beside a person for 12 years, everyday in class, and still not know them. You could also think you knew them, and never have known them at all.

It's ironic mostly, funny too from a lot of angles (had to be) and extremely confusing when you admit to it. It takes a while to get to know me, because I make it tough for people to prod and peep. I'd know you from top to bottom, inside out, upside down and you wouldn't have scratched the surface, even.

For the very same reason, while I can make every birthday special for you and remember each date that's of importance however insignificant to another. I could write you the bestest testimonial (yeah, the Orkut- effect) ever or find the perfect words to help you figure yourself/ things out.

You on the other hand, would be able to do none of this in return. You wanting to, or not wanting to- another issue entirely. And that's when, it sinks in?

"It" would be being too precise. 'cuz I have no idea what. Something does, I just don't know what.

All my love.

Here's the best way you can exact revenge and it's also THE only way to torture the ones you hate- make them sit through Jhoom Barabar Jhoom. I, personally, wouldn't suggest this to even my worst enemy.

Usually, I'm not a person who hates a movie- I watch them with a relaxed attitude, and enjoy them for what they are. But this is terrible. It's horrible. It's worse that terrible and horrible put together. It makes you go "Oh my God! What have I ever done to deserve this? Ouch my ears. Oh my eyes!" Or something along those lines. Mostly, I think only the expletives used might change.

In a 2 and a half hour movie, 2 hours is only songs. And what songs. Jezus. You remember Khushi? This is worse than that! Imagine. No don't, I like you too much. Just take my word for it. Even the title track, as foot tapping as it is on your music player, it sucks on screen.

Bobby with his I've-got-cancer-I'm-going-to-die hair, Preity with her please-send-me-a-gora-chitta-munda(white guy)-Amen, Abhishek with his let's-do-something-neither-of-us-has-done-before-a-long-kiss-in-the-middle-of-the-road, Lara Dutta with her I'm-a-prostitute-I'm-a-prostitute and oh, yes, there's more- Amitabh and his feather who start singing for no rhyme or reason every 15 minutes. This, excluding the "ticket to Hollywood" and "kiss of love" nonsense.

I've probably been cleansed of at least a year s worth of sins for having sat through the entire thing. Seriously, don't watch it. Don't. There's not only no story, there's no acting, no music, no dialogues, no humor only cheap corny lines that are put to shame by even the road side romeos.

Ugh. Damn, got side tracked. So, that's it for now folks!

All my love.

P.S Don't watch it, seriously. Really.

Gibberish.

The tears just came. The shivers that accompanied them, just came too. None of it hurt much, once she gave into to it.

Soon the tears would dry up and the words would have no power over her. It was just a matter of time. So, she kept herself busy. To be tired enough by the end of the day so as to just fall in bed.

She forgave him. Not herself. They wouldn't let her.

When they started staying away, the 100th second chance came.

She took it. Justified it. Warned him, it wouldn't be easy. It'd be tough. He wouldn't be able to take it.

He did. On his terms. He promised, he'd be the strong one. He really would.

She took it. Justified it. She didn't understand it. Didn't say too much for the fear of crossing boundaries. Didn't say too little, 'cuz silences were no longer comfortable. Didn't fight for the fear of winning. Didn't... think about it, just let it be.

She didn't have to not understand for long.

You know what, nobody can stick around you.

They always break. Promises, that is.

This time, she didn't try to fight them. She just let them come. Engulf her, drown her.

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Again, all fictitious. Full of crap.