Midnight Rants.

My friend asked me a couple of days ago, "What is your idea of a perfect monsoon evening?"

A cup of strong tea, a balcony overlooking a garden with lush green creepers, a bedroom with deep red walls, and beautiful jazz playing on the stereo. 

Its another thing that it hasn't been the best of monsoons this time. But I have learned that imagination is indeed very important and a strong determining factor of how your life might turn out to be. So yes, someday, I do wish to have my perfect monsoon evening.

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NP: I've Got To See You Again | Norah Jones

I love my music and I love sharing it. So please go ahead. Click on the name and enjoy the jazz. 
Miss Jones, what divinity!! 

Yves Klein; Leap Into The Void

This is one of my all-time favorite photographs. 

-x-

Alive =)

Read that. Click here.

And enjoy.

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Official Reasons to Miss DU.

Wednesday night, this draft had a different opening line. It was on the lines of Chuck Palahnuik's Fight Club. About death and life and pain and meaning of all these things! And then my phone buzzed.

So and so posted in Facebook Group "Lit Majors"- Third Year Results Out. Honestly, I sank for a while. That was not what I wanted to see that night. I was dealing with some terrible news already. Result would have only added to the misery. Gathered all the energy to open the link. The server is too busy. Perfect! And it has been "too busy" ever since. But yes. I am, officially, a Graduate. Bachelors in English Literature successfully completed.
College has been great. I have made friends for life. I have learned beyond measure. I have evolved into a much better person. And I have enjoyed three years of that (in)famous DU life. (TeeHee). You know the best part of living in campus? It was the ability to just be part of everything happening. You would step out of your room, to get some momos or have that amazing shake at the Big Yellow Door or give your jeans for alteration or just any random thing, and you would be in the middle of either a peaceful candle march by NE students, a full fledged angry protest march by AISA or just a group of boys dressed in black, strumming guitar and singing Silk Route songs. The whole ambiance was just killer! In these three years I have had almost every kind of experience associated with college life, and particularly to DU. I have had a heart-break; stalkers (both male and female); crazy roomies- so crazy that I am going to write an exclusive post just on the variety of people I have stayed with (make that 9 roomies in 3 years); crazier friends; suckers for professors; too cool to handle professors; attendance issues; late night dangers; etc etc.

I am emotional about it, yes. But it is a very big relief. As Daddy said "It's a milestone. Many more to cross."
I miss my college and life at campus already. I go there every weekend but it doesn't feel the same anymore. I see new faces every time. Freshers. And though DU is down the dumps with the FYUP, it continues to attract kids and keep them Bambi-eyed for at least a year.
I just recalled this one day when my friends and I decided to do what college girls were supposed to do. So we went to 975 (I miss this place!) and we had a Hookah. I honestly hate it. I cannot fathom the purpose of it. And then we grew up soon after. Began going to more "decent" places. Mocha. Route 04. Crazy Noodles. Dunkin' Donuts. Coffee Houses. 4-star restaurants. And then there was My Bar, for the last week of the month. There were ice-creams at India Gate. Pani-puri at Bengali Mkt. And events at Mandi House. Sigh!

Being a Graduate feels old. And I guess the only reason I could still love Delhi was because I was in college. I had something to look forward to each day. There was a sense of belonging. A sense of responsibility. At home, everything is taken care of. I am not very good with living like that. I miss waking up at 6:30 to keep my bucket in the bathroom, to claim that I will bathe first. And I really miss chatting with the Momo guy about how I should not eat so much of that spicy chutney. What I don't miss is attending MB's lectures. Boy, those lectures were death. Not just ordinary death. It was death by putting out the fire on your face by a fork! I am sure she must have made some sense in all those long lectures about Piccadilly, Westminster bridge, Big Ben and blah-blah.Yes. I do not miss that!

So Yay! for being a Literature graduate. And I am going to sign this post off in typical Literary fashion.

My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

- Shakespeare, Hamlet.

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Now Playing: Lullaby | The Cure

I hated Shakespeare when I entered college. And now look at me, quoting him and shit. =D

Also, that picture was taken after a sad attempt at Crossing the Abbey Road pose. Watch Despicable Me 2. SO FUNNY!

Until next time, lots of love. Stay close to your best friends. They matter more than any boy(friend) or girl(friend). 

-x-

For the Jock's Birthday!

It was six years ago that I first joined Blogger. It was an itch that I wanted to get rid of. Some of it was the disappointment that I couldn't be as close to my big brother as I would like to. Some of it was just the plain reason that I wanted to channelize my energy into something constructive, rather than being curious about stuff I already knew. Now that I have a stable blog, I realised that I never really talked about my brother here. Why? Because once I did that...wrote about him. Sent him the link. And he flipped out. My plan of letting him know that I miss him backfired and he ended up telling me that I should stick to phone calls et cetera.

I am not going to send him this link. He might not even read this. But I want to give him this space on my blog. So my brother and I have gotten really close. We share almost everything. Almost! Its good to say that now, at this point in time, when I am 21 (soon 22. yikes!) and he is 28, we understand each other better than we did some years back. He seems to be okay with the kind of boys I like. And I was never really curious about his girlfriends. I have been a good sister. Never nagged. And he has been one hell of a big brother. He made sure I don't end up with a loser of a boyfriend. Or have a broken heart. And when I did, he was there trying his best to fix it, and telling me that it was always the other guy's loss. He still tells me that. He has been there, encouraging me and always telling me to push my limits, to soar higher. And he has also been the reason I like to splurge once in a while. Every girl should have a big brother like him because when he takes you out to shop, you can practically buy the entire mall. And I am not even kidding. He spoils me. Gives me cool stuff. Did you know I have an Apple Inc bag pack?! I like to flaunt it. And he works for Apple Inc.
But apart from all the cool stuff he lets me buy or splurge on, he has been a very strong support system in my life. He has understood me when my mother could not, which is a great deal because our mother is the coolest and the most understanding woman you would find. He has been tough on people who have hurt me. And he has been tougher on me to shape me into who I am now.

I just hope that he knows how proud I am of him. He has worked hard, very hard in fact, to be where he is right now. And literal hard work. Physical and mental. He has his flaws but since 2nd July is his birthday, I will keep from posting his flaws here. Birthdays should be only about good things. It makes me feel bad that I couldn't really be a part of many of his birthday celebrations because well, he is 6 years older than me and you know how men are. They like to be with their boy gang. He is 28. And I love him immensely.
Of course I want him to be happy forever but who are we kidding! That does not happen. So I wish that he gets the strength to come out of his sorrows and problems, and the grace and humility to accept his happiness and success.

I think I am going to send him a postcard. We decided on that recently. Also, he is single and rich.

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Now Playing: On Top | Flume ft. T-Shirt

He likes to listen to some music which I don't really relate to. But this one song is good. It is actually interesting how I cannot know for sure which music he loves the most. But yes, both of us have a LOT in common as far as luck in love, and movie choices are concerned. So Happy Birthday Bhaiya. It's already his birthday in Australia. I miss you.