• There's two things I'll always be grateful to Neet (my cousin) for. And I'm stating both on a public forum. One, for dragging me to watch Jab We Met- after ages I got to see something that could actually bring lightness to the heart. Still does, actually.



• Two, for introducing me to The O.C. I was SO against this series when it started- I mean why would I want to watch a story about some spoilt brats sleeping with each other? Sure, almost everyone s slept with everyone else, but that is NOT the story.
  
  Each life, is so complicated. And yet, so simple. I love the family. I love the strength that they give each other. I love knowing that if you really did love someone, things really would work out.



• Each love story has it's own charm. And I love the differences.



• Yes, I'm one of those who have an imaginary boyfriend in their past. His name was Aryan, and that's all you're going to get from me.



• I can't decide whether or not to just give up and run away and hide or to put up a fight and persevere.



• Turns out, yet again, that one musn't ever believe what people say. I really really don't know what we SHOULD believe in then. Words are fickle, yes. So, what's stronger?



• Mom received a dozen red roses and a box of chocolates from her brother for Rakhi. And I couldn't be more happy.



• From the moment we wake up to the moment our heads hit the bed, we ask ourselves questions. When the answers we get are totally different from the ones we'd thought of, are we really happy.



• I swear men/guys are worse than we ladies are supposed to be at this whole shopping thing. Three hours to buy ONE shirt. And that's the shirt I picked out in the first 5 minutes. Jezus.



• There's always this line between "personal" and staying "not personal" that I'm terrible at not crossing. I can two things- either completely involved and that means I expect the other person to totally understand who I am and what I am and why I am what I am or not am, or I keep you away.



• I HATE, abhor, being called "nice". Nice implies a very sycophantic nature.



• I do NOT judge people. Even people who've been terrible to me, I understand where they're coming from and I accept them for what they are. Sometimes, I try too hard to accept, and maybe lose sight of what people really are.
  
  That's when I'd like to hear what someone who I trust thinks about the person too.



• Crushes are funny things. They make the person who was "crushed upon" feel good. And the person who was "crushing" feel weird.
  
  I hate that YOU were told I liked you too. But I did not. Not in that way. And in a weird way I'm sorry, because that was a cruel thing for people to do.



• It's really hilarious when people who are trying to show off with big words use the words but spell them wrong. I mean, abhorr? Really?



• Ghosts are not nice things to live with. Contrary to what you might have been lead to believe after watching all those cartoons, they aren't friendly. They torture and they screech. They play with your emotions and suck up all the happiness. Like dementors, actually- suck out your soul.



• I usually don't listen to female singers. But even if you don't listen to the song, read the lyrics of this song called Unwritten by Natasha Beddingfield. They're refreshingly; not hackneyed.
  
  Thanks sis, for introducing me to it.



• Do NOT watch Singh is King. I swear it's going to go down as one of the worst movies of our times, after Jhoom Barabar Jhoom of course. The story sucks, the people suck, the songs sucks and they bleddy embarrass punjabis.



• I take time to figure out why I've said something I have or done something I have or haven't done or said something I haven't. And I look twice before I'm sure, because I hate lying. To others, yes. But more than anything to myself.
  
  It's not called making excuses.



• I think I'm just about done here. Every day brings more drama than the previous. And I know I'm better off in most respects than most people in the world, but I swear the only word that comes to mind to describe me today is "traumatized".



• Almost a P.S.- Dish, Simrat and Bhai- Thank you for calling. You guys are my silver lining.



• There's nothing like a call from friends you've grown old with. And yes, actually grown old with. I've known them since I was eleven. God bless them :D



• There's also nothing like a big brother who doesn't hesitate to offer free consultation (now that he is a doc) to the guy who has been crushing on you.

Hope you guys are having better luck,

All my love.

I could burst into tears right about now. And not the little shot gun bursts of crying, but actual, sobbing.

You know how people say that "life has to come a full circle"? I didn't have an opinion until now. Now I do- it's true. Thankfully, mine has taken 4 years to come around- bit by bit, things are turning into exactly what they were then. I'm just praying the result is happier this time around and I don't have to wait for another circle to free myself of "this".

Apparently, being nice to people is a crime.

All you have to do is say boo, and I'll have broken down into a million pieces- million, IS possible, when you are me.

Ugh.

• It's hair, not hairs. Just like it's sheep and not sheeps. Just like it's teeth not tooths.



• If you don't know what it feels like to be with a guy who isn't shy of holding your hand in front of his friends, then you haven't met a "man".



• I DID say the entire sentence with a straight face.



• Dogs are total sex fanatics, I'm telling you. Or at least the street ones. And the sickest part is not that they enjoy orgies, the sickest part is that they like to do "it" in front of an audience.



• What's the first thing that comes to mind when someone says "People have been caught in the lift" ?



• That they were doing "stuff" in the lift, no? Bleddy, I'm not THAT perverted.



• I like the shades of green Karan has used on "Coffee with Karan"- the only thing that irritates me is that while he does ask good questions, he doesn't know how to build a (or utilize the) connection with the people who come as guests.



• The "Are you smarter than a fifth grader" is WAY WAY better than SRK s "kya aap paanchvi class pass hai". There's just this way you have to do things, to make something like this show successful, and he obviously isn't doing it.



• I enjoyed today alot. And I've decided to open a coffee shop at IIT if all plans of an MBA fizzle out.



• Yes, I know it's a brill idea. And IIT is taken. So find some place else, if you must follow in my footsteps.



• Twenty questions is an awesome game. You find out all sorts of weird fun things about people. Things you wouldn't ever know of, if you hadn't asked that question.



• There's people and there's people. I'm glad you are people.



• I don't understand how the people in these "couples" around me, are weaker, now that they've found "love". I've always thought love made you stronger. What I see around me, is almost parasitic.



• I had an art teacher who tried stuff with me. I still HATE thinking about it. I wish I had been old enough to slap him.



• You know how there's people who just make you smile? There doesn't have to be a concrete reason, they just do.



• You might think it weird, but every time I say "All my love", I mean all my love. Even though I don't know most of you in person, and even though I know I won't meet most of you in real life. AND even though all I know about you is what you wish to reveal with your writing.



• I like mischief. The other day, I saw this short lil thing standing at a crowded bus stop with a glass of water in her hand. She'd very nicely take in a sip, and spit it out. Not at all perturbed by the number of people she was drenching in the process. I wish I'd had a camera!!



• I like innocence too. Contrary to what people think- I'm not some city bred chica who looks condescendingly on people who've come from a more sheltered background- I don't laugh at their "rustic" charm.
  
  I smile, because I like the simplicity. People who order two plates of the same thing and go through them one by one uncaring of what it looks like. Mismatched clothes. Not understanding every sarcastic comment or innuendo.

So, I hope you had a good Monday. Because surprisingly, I did.

All my love.

Fate, I'm telling you, that I had to watch this movie. Terrible fate, not good fate. I wouldave used exclamation marks if it were good fate, no? Pah.

Even if you get free tickets for Kismat Connection, DO NOT go for it. It is absolutely trash.

With a name like "kismat connection" I wondered if the director/ producer/ whomsoever-it-may-concern could do just that little bit more to make his piece more original and less tacky than what that the name already implies. Sadly, I was disappointed. Disappointed big time. There's no connection of kismat anywhere, except for maybe mine, and that too not for the good.

There's nothing in the movie that even remotely resembles the "feel good factor" that romantic films are supposed to have. If this can be called romantic, that is. There's like zilch chemistry between the two stars, in fact, Vidya looks like Shahid's mother.

You can predict every dialogue to the last letter; it's THAT terribly scripted. The songs suck too. They pop up in weird places and aren't even the kind you could swing to.

There's nothing different in it- Actually, if I were to make a film about the story of my life, even THAT would be better than this. I dunno how to describe it, it's just CRAP. I nodded off in between and even then wanted to bang my head on the wall when it came to an end. Oh wait, it's as bad as Jhoom Barabar Jhoom. And don't go try watching it, just so you can help me describe it better.

It's got nothing. Nada. Zilch. If I had to give it marks on a scale of ten, I'd pick up an egg and take a nice clean shot at it.

All in all, it sucks. It sucks more if you've already seen Jaane Tu. Which uses all new actors, is a love story too, and yet even though you aren't gleaning any knowledge from the two odd hours you spend watching it, you can at least have a few good laughs.

And in case you've missed the point, here's me making it again-