The perfect life.

Ok so my internet is being like this mega bitch, which I think is very very unfair. I got back home like 10 minutes ago and I was all pumped to write a blog cause my life is so awesome. But the OMGsoslow loading of the pages just pissed me off. But I shall still blog.
I feel like I'm cheating on this blog with a new blog I wanna start on Tumblr. That shit is fancy as fuck! But its taking like forever to load so meh, I'll just blog here tonight. Reason I'm even joining Tumblr is to follow his page. That guy I haven't spoken to in like a year or something and he was the one guy I had major regrets about. But all that's over now that we are talking again so yay! :D

Its a beautiful beautiful night in Bangalore. There were light showers and this constant mist of rain all through the evening, that just made my Favorite city look its absolute best. There is magic in the rain. And the radio is amazing, as it is on every Saturday night. Radio indigo, Rohit Barker and DJ Ivan on the Hot Mix, thank you for making my Saturdays pretty awesome when I am stuck at home. But no regrets there. I wanna be home tonight. I wanna be right here and I want time to stop. The cuckoo clock in my room tells me its 11 o clock and I'm no where close to sleepy. Best friend girl? I miss you. Im just saying, I miss you. I want you here making me do random work and making me laugh like a mad person and say "boyfriend ah" when I suddenly stop laughing and concentrate on texting. You know that the only person on the planet I will stop my madness with you and try to get sane is for the boyfriend. But I still love you more than I love him. Really.

So yesterday was awesome beyond awesomeness. I had my mini project presentation and I was like mega scared. The night before that was when Guilt boy texted after oh so long. Ok i need to rename the guy. Lets call him Awesome stoner boy. So when he did text, it just felt so good, it was insane. It was like relief and I just knew the Universe has fallen in love with me again and everything is about to get perfect :D And it did. My presentation went off insanely well and the external seemed to be really impressed by me too. Best friend girl stayed back till 5:45 just for me. And being in college with her is like a nirvana zone to me. I love it with her. I was so happy about my presentation that I went to buy her ice cream. And the Awesome Ice cream man at the college canteen gave us like 5 flavours for the cost of one. That just seemed to tip our insanity and happiness scales to uncontrollable. We got loud and high pitched and giggly, and that din change for the next 3 hours.

Random events, including a lecturer eating the bottom half of the wafer of my ice cream, which eventually lead to a lot of dripping chocolate and mad laughter and random sentences that just sounded so much more funnier then than in normal circumstances just made my day even better. I even met Awesome stoner boy and spoke to him (see? the Universe does love me). I got my one hour of me time and music. Went home, helped mom make chicken. And then randomly, Awesome stoner boy texts and says meet for a beer. And somehow I wanted to go. I did go. and I'm glad I did. Felt like I made a friend last night. :) got home and called awesome Ex boyfriend boy, how is one of my closest friends now and just spoke to him. I felt so calm. Like everything was all sorted out. And texted the boyfriend. Told him I loved him, which I do, honestly. I LOVE my life.

I rewrote my SOP today, and I think it sounds a lot better than it did before. After all this, it just feels like I'm gonna make it to the place I've been dreaming of going to and becoming the person I've always wanted to be, professionally and otherwise.

Universe, I know you love me. You've given me everything I have every wanted even before I asked for it. Now, I'm working towards it and putting in an honest effort. Just love me the same and  keep things this perfect, will you? And yeah, I love you too! *big hug*
Yes, I just hugged thin air. That's how good a mood I am in.

I'm done for the night. its almost 30th Dec, 2012. 2 days to the end of the year. Crazy shit!

Right now

Right. Its a Sunday. And it feels so weird that I'm not in Indiranagar. German class is finally over and we all passed A-1 too! But don't I miss going there? Even though it ment I din have weekends free and it ment starving pretty much the whole day. From dressing up and thinkin about what to wear for an entire week before., to the metro ride there, to the walk to Goethe, anticipation, excitement and having a racing heart, having cold, numb fingers while waiting for him. And when he does walk in and he'd sit next to me, everything would seem so worth it. Yeah, I'm love struck. But its not even remotely my fault this time. The guy is that perfect!! 3months its been with him. Every weekend defined meeting him and the rest of the class, learning that incredible language. The pause. The random German words we had gotten into the habit of using. Wondering how we are ever gonna pass! The beer at Jimi's. His cars. Being with him. Having my heart stop because of him. *sigh*. I love those classes! The million million memories I got. Thank you guys! I love ya'll!
And yeah class ended. But so what? Mr Perfect said our relationship wouldn't end with classes and it hasn't. Classes ended in the 1st weekend of December. And after that I've met him every week. Yesterday he came  to the Barista near home without even telling me. And I was in Fbar, blissfully unaware. Then I get to know at 10pm and I ran. Last night, like every time with him, was perfection beyond words. Ah the guy! <3

I have the best best friend on the planet, and I am not even close to over exaggerating. If I ever do make it to the US to do my masters next year, I'll owe it all to her. That girl changed my life. You know how'd you'd imagine a meteor changing your life, or a boyfriend? And how you'd assume a friend would influence in no other way than to blow more money and drink some more? Well this girl is my boyfriend and meteor and friend all wrapped up in one. She is like magic to me. My life becomes magical with her around. From Shimoga to Hyderabad to Malaysia! She's the reason I wake up in the morning and go to college. IF she and I ever have a fall out, I will just shoot myself. I cannot survive for a few hour without some kinda contact with her. She's an addiction. I'd happily spend ever waking moment with her and share my bed as well, just cause I know I'll wake up next to her the next morning and I can spend the next day with her as well.
Yeah, these are the kinda things one writes to describe a boyfriend. But this girl is more important to me than any boy will ever be. Yes, I text her and obsess about Mr Perfect, but I know she knows how much I love her. She is a blessing. Yes, I'm emo cliche today. Deal with it.

SO why a post about my boyfriend and my best friend? Cause they are that important to me as of this second in my life, and I want them to know I love them and I cannot do without them. I go all week missing Boyfriend boy, knowing he is genuinely busy, but I still wish he'd text me and say he loves me. He appears after a week, making all the missing him so worth it and putting me right in the middle of heaven for as long as I am with him. And Best friend girl? I survive the week because of her.

This picture is about boyfriend boy just as much as it is about best friend girl. That's me and best friend girl on the beach of Malaysia, which was the most amazing holiday ever and I just fell more in love with her than I already was. And we're trying to represent boyfriend boy and my initials together, V V. 

Also that he has a Volkswagon. And Volks is German. And I met him at German class. 

I LOVE MY LIFE! <3

My Obsession with Straight Hair

I am all of 21 years of age, and my most fond childhood memories include my mom oiling my hair every Saturday night and washing it off every Sunday. My mom has insanely curly hair, and for some odd reason, curly hair just ends up curling the more it grows. So she never could have long hair. It seemed like she was living out her fantasy of long hair through me for a good 14 years. I was blessed with thick black hair and my mom made sure I never cut. Everyone in school knew me as the girl with the long, plaited hair. How jealour i was of the other girls who could use the hairbands like Kajol did in Kuch Kuch Hota hai. My hair was so long, I could do nothing my plait it. I use to fascinate me to watch girls undo their hair and tie pigtails in seconds. Grooming my hair would take nothing less than 10 minutes. So there was a routine hot oil massage every weekend and she could wash off the oil with Johnson n Johnson baby shampoo (yes, with no more tears).

I reached high school and I had had enough. Mom would always tell me I would regret cutting my hair off, but it seemed to confine me in someway. I wanted to break free. So after 3 years of begging and pleading, she finally let me get layers cut. Mind you, it was still long; it was just styled. But that winter took a horrible toll on my hair. It got dry and rough and it started splitting. And to my horror, my hair started falling at rates that got my worried I'll go bald. I had people asking me if I had a medical condition which was causing my hair to fall off. That had to be the scariest hair memory I have ever had. So I went to a well reputed saloon, hoping they would help me through this. Turns out, they had the perfect solution.

Up to that point, I had never used conditioner. I always assumed conditioner has enough chemicals to make my condition even worse than it already was. I was so desperate at that point, I was willing to try anything. So, they washed my hair with a hairfall control shampoo and conditioner and they applied a mousse later on and a serum. The minute they dried my hair, I felt like a princess. My hair looked stunning and it felt soft and perfect. But would this be the end of my hair problems? That is when they handed me a bottle of Sunsilk Black. And yes, it did solve every problem I ever had.

Its been many many years since that horrific winter. My personality changed and my hairstyles have changed with it. But my hair has remained long and perfectly straight all these years. I presently use the Sunsilk thick and long shampoo that comes in a gorgeous shocking pink bottle. The Sunsilk products are truly magical and I cannot think of a better way to have straight, healthy, silky, shiny hair. I feel beautiful because of my hair and I love the attention I get because of it. I defines me and it gives me the confidence to go out and meet people and be myself no matter what. Having good hair, that makes you feel beautiful is the most important attribute for a girl. Sunsilk has given me just that, all these years. So thank you Sunsilk!

PS: I'll put in a few photos to show you that I am not kidding!

Randomness of a Saturday morning.

OK so now I'm hooked to blogging. Remember the weird heart condition I was telling you about? Well, its back. And I don't even know why I'm so excited! My heart is racing and I cant think of anything that will get me this excited about anything! I am excited to go to German class, yes, and I am excited about the Sean Paul concert tomorrow. Imma dance tomorrow. :D woohoo!
Its a Saturday morning and its pretty darn cold. Dad woke me up at like 7am and dragged me to my grandfather's place to ask him to sponsor my Graduate education in the US. And he was like why you even asking? I'll do anything you want me to do for her. He was like you go where ever you wanna and study whatever you wanna, I'll take care of you. And that he's proud of me and I'll get a good name to the family and I'm the most intelligent girl in our family and that I'm doing things even the guys can't do. I was half in tears and half beaming, What does one say when someone says go live your dreams, I'll take care of the rest?

Its almost 11am, and all I can think of right now is what to wear to class. Enrique's new single's on the radio; Finally found you. Radio Indigo is just perfect. Right now American Top 40's on. I love weekend radio! I have this huge poster of just Enrique's face on my wall. His hazel eyes, his hair partially covering his eyes, his stubble, that sexy skin tones and that uber sexy smile makes me go weak in the knees. *sigh*. I've been in love with the guy for so long, its not even funny. My perfection! <3. Yeah, so "perfect" seems to be the word of the week for me, I've used it a good 50 times from yesterday on my blog alone. O.o
I keep wondering if its a good idea to put whats on my mind on the net like this. But then again, so what? This is me and I like being this way. *proves point by getting off the bed and shaking ass*

Its November, how, I dono. November of 2012. If I had to just say, we have like a month and half to the end of the world. Epic. I would have applied to a million US universities and spent so much money on something that will never happen. And would have learnt enough German to go to Europe, but would have never gone. I would have finished 6.9/8th of Engineering but would never technically be Certified as an Engineer. RV college of Engineering would never complete 50 years of existence. And I would never complete my bucket list. My bucket list exists ok? Its just not organized. The random bucket list is:
- Go to Paris in the rain.
- Go to New York on new years.
- Bungee jump
- Sky dive
- Own an SUV.

Its still in the construction stage ok? It'll get awesomer and longer. In 19days, Best friend chick, Harini, and a couple of other classmates and a lecturer and I will go to Malaysia for a conference. The thought of going abroad for a week with your best friend is absurdly awesome and I can;t waaaait! Only, I've gotta pay 22500 in th e next 2days so everything happens. And it will happen too. My poor dad. I'm pretty much extorting money from him, I just hope it all pays off. (the radio is talking about the Sean Paul concert. YAY!)

Imma drop some more weight. I think I'm hot. The guys I like think I'm hot. What bugs me is random guys saying I'm fat, because they think its funny. HOW is calling a girl fat funny? Seriously? Lets all start talking about your penis size and say "haha, you're penis is tiny and you have erectile dysfunction and have a low sperm count or even better, are impotent. haha, now that I insulted you, I'm cool." And lets do that in front of the girl you like :| When my boyfriend thinks I'm perfect, why is God's name will the boyfriend's friend call me fat? That's my biggest piss off. Guys, DON'T EVER CALL A GIRL FAT. Not even as a joke. ITS IS NEVER FUNNY AND SHE WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU.

I have internals from Thursday. And no, I'm not feeling guilty for not studying, cause our teachers haven't even sent notes yet :D Harini's gonna come to the concert with me tomorrow! And imma meet Boy and his friend (who also called me fat, and I will not forgive) Harini's gonna sleepover at my place cause her house is just insanely far away.I went to Hyderabad with her and spent 3days with her, and still din get annoyed. We spend every second of college together and still don't hate each other. I am absolutely addicted to her. I can talk to her forever and drive around randomly and eat everything from a Red velvet cake to a pizza to gobi manchurian at the college canteen with her. If this isn't love, I dono what is.

GANGNAM STYLE!  I must stop blogging and get up and dance.
*does the gangnam style*

I tried not to but I just could not resist. I still have too many things on my mind I have to put down somewhere! This morning began with me, tryin to force myself to sleep beyond 8am. I couldn't. Plus I had something on my mind. I was expecting a message. 

I have a theory that I have a serious heart condition. Everytime I'm anticipating something later in the day or am excited about something. my heart beats painfully fast in the morning, making sure I wake up. No matter how many times I flip over or how many pillows I put my leg on, it just does not calm down. Some instances that this has happened are:

-in school, when we had a field trip or a camp to go to that day.

-in school, when we were allowed to where 'coloured' clothes to school. (read: not uniform)

-when a boy I fancy is in the texting stage.

-when I know I must get up and study or do some sorta assignment.

-when I know my mom is pissed with me.

-when I have something planned for that day. From meeting friends to goin for a movie. 

How my heart justifies the premature ventricular contractions, I don't know. Even if my theory of having a heart condition is right, I will never know till I have to be rushed to the hospital for having a heart attack. I wonder if I'll even realise that I'm having a heart attack. I'm so used to my heart racing and beating painfully fast. Oh, my parents an I jus don't go to the doctor, unless our condition is so bad, we haven't eaten in days or gotten out of bed in weeks. Dad says if we go to the doctor, they will diagonise a problem and make you eat pills all your life. He says he'd rather die suddenly than know about an illness an suffer for long. I say if you die suddenly, what the hell do we do? A never ending argument, really.

That text I was expecting, I'm not even sure from whom I was expecting. Gold boy texted saying he's coming to pick up his ID for work I had managed to get it home from the drunken friday night. I did get out of bed only because dad had got biryani for breakfast. Oh yeah. We are hardcore non- veg eaters. I doubt I can go one day without eating non-veg. The very thought is painful. Gettin back to that text. I realised i was expecting this text for days now, but din know until I actually got it. A hurtful story cut short, my best friend was pissed off with me and her guy best friend for something that guy an I did. Only, I did now realise what I was doing would hurt her in anyway. I also din know she knew about it, an I din tell her so things wouldn't get weird between that guy, my best friend an me. That idiot guy had told her but din tell me he told her. Which made me look like I had done something horrible. She was so ticked off she told random people things about me an said really mean things about me on her blog. 

I've realised something. If you say bad things about people, they will hear about it. So i did hear about it an got to know about the blog too. I was hurt. Slightly shocked. But I felt nothing. (I'll get back to feeling nothing later). And I pretended like nothing has happened for a few days now. This morning, she texted confessing the whole thing and apologised. Though nothing had ever changed between us, except for the fact that now I was scared to tell this girl anything, because not only will she judge me (which I would be fine with) but she would tell me she gets it an then go talk badly. I've had random people telling me to keep my distance from her cause she can't be trusted. 

She apologized and that was all that was required, for things to come out in the open. So now everything is back to normal. 

That guy is an asshole. But eh, what the hell. I never was madly in love with him. I had never given him the right to hurt me so it din really make a difference.

I am an extremely hyper person around people. I'm always happy. I've tried it an it works. If you want to be happy, you will be happy no matter what. And believe me, no matter what the situation, there is a way to be happy. I've gone from introvert to weirdo to punk metal chick to goth depressed to the most popular girl to a  heart broken girl (heart been broken by a guy I loved beyond words and dreamt of a family an kids with. In other words, I was a teenager). So I've seen it all. I've seen a million things an I'm so glad because I learnt a million lessons on the way. So today I'm a happy person, who is just a logical an mature as I seem hyper an stupid. 

Trust me, sometimes its easier to pretend to not know/understand something than get involved in the complexity of a situation. 

On a very non related note, I went to the sunday soul sante at palace grounds with mom. Stupidly expesive somethings were. I paid 120 INR for 3 macaroons. They were the first I had ever tasted an wanted them because I learnt about them in Australian Masterchef xD But, they were worth the hype. They were divine!

 

I must stop blogging right now. I have an intuition I'll want to watch something on TV right now. o.O

#randomness

Toodles lovelies <3 

Ok I'm not the most technology friendly person in the world. I don't understand it very well, not even this page actually. Can't I give a title to every post? Till I figure that out, all the nice people who are viewing my page, bear with me. And thank you all for taking time off to read something I'm trying out. :)

My exams got over on Tuesday and its still Sunday of the same week. For the first time EVER, the vacations are goin slow! I'v started goin to the gym AFTER already dropping like 5kilos or so an can now successfully fit into 'small' and 'medium' sized clothes. In the world of UK clothes sizes, I'm a 10 an very proud. The gym is a feel good thing. An the stamina has improved like crazy. I can run on the treadmill without me imagining myself being taken to the hospital. *celebrates*

Friday was a day to remember an I have to put it down in my blog. I'm hoping the guy I was with Friday night reads this an understands what a great time I had that night. So this guy I met like a year or 2 back at the Flo Rida concert that happened at Club cabana. I have a friend who works at TOI whose boss' son was the organiser or that event. so we got free passes. This friend, call him Gold boy (named so because of his place of work), was also friends with TOI boy, so we came too. That was a fun night. We danced. And it rained. Downpour for like 3hours, soaked us to our bones. An I din even see Flo Rida that night. He came at 1:30am and was on stage for 15mins, by which time I was shiverin in my car :| I never got to say bye to Goldboy. I reached home at 4am that night.

Then Facebook friend requests happened an we were friends. We grew closer over the past 6months or so, after I met him for an ice cream treat because he joined the gold place to work :D We consumed 15scoops of ice cream that day at Swesons an had sucha sugar rush, it was awesome. He calls me hyper. He also calls me Teeno and Jammy. He's my Jay/ Gold boy. Anyway, he's my guy best friend. We're awesome together. Not the mention he's insanely funny. Like smart funny.

Anyway Friday night, Gold boy an I decided to meet cause he hadn't since a very stupid rain dance party. He doesn't dance. Doesn't like to get wet in the rain. Still, he wasted an entire Sunday for my madness. Thank you for that :D
Friday, at around 8pm, we met at Cloud Bar. The music was nice, and the crowd was interestin, to say the very least. A couple of beers an wine an a chicken starter. A million topics, a thousand jokes an God knows how many comments about the people around us. He taught me German an football. I gave him gossip :D All in all, it was perfect, till our waiter gave us the bill an expected us to get out. Then, the night got better.

We were happy high. An as law abiding citizens, we din wanna drive home drunk. So we took a walk till UB city an sat outside on the porch. It was insanely windy, I remember. I had to put on my jacket. We spoke about the awesomeness of Audis an looked up at the building, like every drunk person does, and took drunk pics in which no one ever looks nice. When we got sober, we walked back an got Gold boy's brand new Helga a.k.a a white Swift. Oh she smelt amaaazing!
Then the best part of the evening. Gold boy turned on the music, chose a song an said "This one's for you." It turned out to be 'You're beautiful' by James Blunt. I love that song. Always have, from school days. I always thought it was one of the most honest songs I've heard. I was touched. We sung along with it. (Gold, Thank you for that :))
Then, somewhere inside Cubbon park, Gold boy decided to play Paani da. This song, both of us have been so obsessed with, I cannot even begin to explain how much we love this song. We sang along as loud as we possibly could, an I looked out the window and saw the Vidhan Soudha. I was so perfect! Those lights, the song, the drive, the alcohol in my blood an my Gold boy. He ripped on the empty roads. Helga is no longer a virgin now :D
We reached my house. Well almost. We drove around in circles for 15minutes more and then i went home. I have no idea what time it was. I have the most amazing mother, who I will talk about in another post cause it will jus be unfair to talk about her here. She opened the door, spoke to Gold boy. Gold boy spoke to my dog, Pookie. After everyone finished having a midnight conversation, I went in and crashed.

The last time I had had such a good night was a month an half back, on my birthday. To have a friend like him, an him to own a beautiful car like Helga, my love for beer an the drunken lights I see while goin home on the empty roads at night. Things like this, I live for. You are amazing, Gold :) Thank you for another amazing night :)

The start of randomness

Right! So I'm finally here. Finally blogging. Something I've been wanting to do for years. I finally got around to doing it. Realized much lamer people blog and all they blog about is how everyone they know aren't as cool as them, an they judge them an voice their opinions on the internet and use code names to refer to these people they know. So I decided its time I blog, because I love my life, an I have to document it somewhere. Where better than the internet right?


So here I am! Hello world! I dono if anyone will ever read my blog or how many times I'll regret posting something I din mean cause I was so emotionally unstable, but this looks promising, and I'll write as often as possible. Just for the record, I'm a very stable person,emotionally, because of which I get the luxury of always being happy. Yes, always. Its true BTW. You will be happy as long as you WANT to be happy.


Its half way into June an there has hardly been rains in Bangalore. Dear south eastern monsoon, you were supposed to arrive 13days before. Being called rain obsessed would be a tragic understatement. I'm someone who can sit and watch the rain and listen to it for hours. Every fantasy, every perfect anything involves the rain. I've bunked math class just to get wet in the rain. I've walked in the rain while listening to music an ruined countless headphones (my players are always in waterproof bags. Smart, see?). A long drive in the rain. Falling asleep listening to the rain. Waking up to the sound of rain. The smell of rain. Dancing in the rain. Kissing in the rain. Just put the rain in any situation an it will be perfect. I would move to a place where it rains all the time, but these places usually have no mobile signal, so that makes me rethink my decision. :|


Speaking of mobile signals, that's other MAJOR obsession. I text. A LOT. So much so that I've been called 'Madam Texts-a-lot' and have been told off by everyone, from teachers to friends to parents. I own a Blackberry an yes, I love my BB. Technology usually hates me, but this piece of technology is jus awesome :D Everyone assumes I'm texting ONE person, a boy, always. But not really, no. When you have Whatsapp and BBM and text messages and Gtalk and Facebook, you can text like 20 people at the same time an not run out of free texts or anything. It makes me happy, it keeps me in touch with the world an it does so much more. So people who say "I will not let a phone take over my life," you really don't have a life. NO ONE IS TEXTING YOU :|


I just finished writing the last exam of the 3rd year of the Bachelor of Engineering I'm pursing in one of the best colleges in town. And I have 3months of vacations an it just feels good. Though I have a LOT of things to do these vacations, and I do love my college, not having to study for so long is jus awesome :D And I finally stopped being in love with an Ex. Its not as pathetic as it sounds really. He asked me out, out of the blue, after knowin me for 4years, 2 of which we were classmates but we din say one word to eachother. Suddenly BBM contact> asked me out> I said yes> and I fell madly in love. Problem was this guy was a horrible boyfriend. I'd never know where he was or what he was doing. He'd meet me once in like forever. He was always busy doin God knows what. The number times I've been all dressed up waiting for him an he's stood me up, I can't even count.


Still, I liked this guy so much, I took all this. He was so perfect. And he breaks up with me on valentine's day. DUDE. Who does that :O But I was still so in love with him, I still wanted him to be in my life. So we were friends. An I jus wouldn't stop talking about him to anyone who would listen. For 4 months after we broke up. An suddenly, a week back, I jus stopped being madly in love. He's still a really nice guy. But he's not the perfect guy. An he's not mine. So that's that :)


Since I have vacations, I'm pretty sure I won't have anything to do, so I will keep blogging. And so i should stop now, so I don't run out of things to blog about. 


So then, that's it for now!
#randomandtalktive