Monthly Archives: June 2014


So, after being rejected by four different colleges, and accepted by only one, I have no choice but to attend the law school of the local university. I’ll try again next year.
I have nothing to do.
I’ve seen all the movies I wished to see, reread LOTR for the billionth time. I’m at that pathetic stage where mindless Bollywood movies are what cheer me up. I can’t believe I liked Heropanti and now have a crush on Tiger Shroff 😛
Main tera hero…the silliest movie I’ve ever seen on my life, I laughed so hard while watching it. It made no sense, but it was still so funny.
I’ve started singing those horrible 90s songs like, ‘jab Tak samose me rahega aloo, tere liye hi jiyunga m shaalu’ and ‘tujhe yaad na meri ai kisise ab kya kehne ‘ and this one, ‘chal chameli baag m ek ghar banaenge’.
I’m losing my mind.
To make things worse, my friend got into a relationship three weeks ago. I know her phone’s password so I just thought why not read their whatsapp messages. I regretted that after just one minute. I was like…chiiii.
Jaan, jaanu, shona,  shunnu, baby….wtf?? I was lucky I didn’t catch diabetes.
It’s not just her, everyone I know is in a relationship. Me, and three more guys are the only ones who are currently single, they don’t really count because they’ve been in relationships before. I’m #foreveralone 😛
Basically,  I’m bored. Because of my decent result in boards,  my brother got me a smartphone. Not even this can keep me distracted. It’s come to a point where I can’t even think about anything. I just watch more mindless movies.
it’s a miracle I’ll not blowing holes through my walls, given my sherlock addiction.

The wedding blues.

My aunt got married at the starting of this month. Because we belong to a typical Bramhin Family in Middle India, it was a five day function.

Oh, god I hated every second of it. I was in pure agony by the end of day one.

There are ample of reasons for my anti social behavior in weddings, especially of my mother’s side. It’s just…they’re really annoying, mean and kanjus people. They act as if they’ll take their money with them when they die. (Chati pe leke marenge). They’ve been cursed with really narrow minds and they refuse to evolve with the world. Only a couple of them are tolerable, otherwise every single one of them was after me.


Because in their pathetic, limited minds, I’ll be the next one to get married. 

It was their luck that my mother was present, otherwise so help me god, I would’ve given every single one of them something to talk about.

I’ll not be getting married for a really, really long time. I have to live my life before I’m ready to give someone else an equal say.

This aunt that got married? Brightest person I’ve ever seen in my life. School topper, College topper, and got offered a job from Infosys right after college.

She gave all that up to get married. Who does that?! Who the hell leaves Infosys to get married? But whatever, it’s her life, and I don’t get a say, But no one, I mean NO ONE, gets to speculate that I’ll be the next to get married, because I won’t. From what I know about myself, I’ll be the last one to get married in my family.

Why should they wager who’s the next one, who’ll be the last and so on? One was after me because I don’t wear a nose ring. Why should I? I hate nose rings, they’d look pathetic on me. One after the other they came at me with their swords drawn. My height, my weight, my clothes, my features, my nose(very sensitive topic for me), my hair…kuch nahi choda. Heights of being a pain in one’s ass. Then again, they’d tease me about me being the next to get married.

I’LL NOT BE THE NEXT ONE TO BLOODY GET MARRIED! I wanted to shout on top of my lungs.

I have to cross off everything in my bucket list. I have to see the world, have awesome experiences, sleep on stations waiting for the next train, fall in love, get my heart broken, repeat 😛

There’s so much to do before you get married. My list is especially long. I don’t want to just complete college and then get set up with some chomu my parents found for me. Why should I settle when being unsettling is so fun? 

And you know the worst part? Worse than people related to my mother saying that a girl is made for getting married? The food, man! I went to the wedding because I was promised good, heavy, greasy, unhealthy food. But nope! It was the worse food I’d ever had at any wedding. 

Oh, and one more thing! There was this guy at the wedding, really hot and taller than me…turned out to be a year younger than me. Te next day, he messaged me on Facebook, and I found out he was a creep.

The heat in June was no help either. You could go out in the sun and feel your skin melting to your bones. If it weren’t for a centrally air conditioned venue, I would’ve been back at my home by the second day.

So, by far the worst week I’d ever had. I could’ve stayed at home and read Iliad…Instead, I gave five days of my life to a wedding.

The only upside was that I looked better than I usually did. I left my homeless look at home and acted like a girl for a change. The late night Girl talk was also….interesting (Mostly gross, but I guess to normal girls it was amusing)

Apart from that, I got rejected by four different colleges…so yeah, I was upset for a while. But I realized that I’ve got next year, and I’m going to try into Law Schools again, and hopefully, I’ll get the one I so desperately want.

There’s no point in getting anything easy, is there? Where’s the sense of satisfaction in getting something easy? Unless you work for it, it’s as good as a favor done on you by the universe. (Bheek mein mila lagta hai)

 There’s no fun in not fighting. 

So, I’ll keep on fighting till I’ll get what I want, and then proudly say that I earned it.