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Strange, how I never saw you

For who you were

And you never saw me

For who I was.

But still.

Your elegant handwriting

Is imprinted in my mind.

Like leaves between the pages

Of a book that was left behind.

But still.

The sounds the keypad made

When I dialled your number

Ring as fresh and familiar

As the rhythm of my heart.

But still.

Your jibes, your taunts,

Your needs, your wants

Get drowned in the memory

Of your tinkling laughter.

Really.

Strange, how time can make

Hell seem beautiful

As if it were viewed through

Rose-tinted glasses.

 

This goes out to you…

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Mind-bogglingly insane

Or so sensible that it kills me

Optimistic and ever ready for a bit of fun

Never seen you angry (thankfully)

Indeed lovely with ivory skin and ebony hair

Sweet, smart and sassy

Always there for a friend, no matter what.

Happy birthday to you!

 

Wishing you common sense, brains, and an even larger heart on 13th April. Many happy returns to the infernally awesome  M••n¡$@# .  And yeah, this is my birthday gift to you. No more expectations!

Cheers!

Mads

P.S. – And thanks for the promotion!

 

Zayn Malik, Nirbhaya And Other Mega Face-Palm Moments

Disclaimer – The below mentioned incidents are true to the best of my knowledge (which is not much to go by, I know) and *may* contain exaggerations.

Some people know something. Many people know nothing. And when these two types clash, you can expect some fireworks and (mega) face-palms.

You guys have probably met my freaker zombie friend, Sanjana. She is someone who rocks at making other people’s ears bleed with her (non)sense.

So this was back when Ellie Goulding was a rage in the school with Love Me Like You Do. Every self-respecting teenager had atleast heard of Ellie Goulding with all that talk about her. So it came as a surprise when my friend and I were singing that song in an annoying shrill voice and THIS happened…

Friends: So love me like you do, la la love me like you do..

Sanjana: Ugh! I hate this song!!! He’s got such a stupid sing-song voice!

Me: He?

Sanjana: He, you know. Zayn Malik. The guy who sung Love Me Like You Do? He sounds like a girl!

Everyone:

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Seriously?


 

Me: Guess what? The new Juvenile Justice Act  just came into force! I’m really happy that the age has been reduced from 18 to 16!

Moonisah: Really? That’s so cool! Finally, everybody gets justice.

Sanjana: I know, right! Finally, we have the right to vote at the age of 16 itself!

Me (*almost spits out the water that I was drinking*): WHAT?!?!?!

Moonisah (*taking a deep breath*): Sanajana, have you ever heard of Nirbhaya?

Sanajana (*looking genuienely surprised at our reaction*): The name sounds familiar…who is she again?

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God save our souls.


 

Me: Guys, I’m so excited for the Indo-Pak match!!!

Amith: I know! I hope India wins!

Vineet: Yeah, and Rohit Sharma plays so well in Eden Gardens!

Moonisah: I know! But I never understood why he was never included in the national squad…I mean, he plays so well in the IPL!

Me, Amith, Vineeth (*horrified expression*):

 

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Not that I myself wasn’t the cause of such facepalms before…but that is for another day!

In celebration of the Mega-Facepalm Spring Equinox (okay, I just made that up), share your facepalm moments in the comments below!

Cheers, and a Happy Easter!

Peace to the victims of Brussels’ terror attacks.

Amen.

Meet The YOLOs – #1

So, yeah. Exams are going on, and I have a hell lot of stuff to study. So why don’t I blog for a while?

Today, you’ll be meeting one of the most…let’s say, colourful members of the YOLO group. Ladies and gentleman, please welcome (with slow claps): THE FREAK-OUT QUEEN (AKA Sanjana)!!!

Appearance – This is how she usually looks:

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Legend has it that the day Sanjana relaxes before a test, the world will end and everybody will die. In order to let this prophecy remain unfulfilled (and thus, “save” everyone), she freaks out (and freaks other people out) everyday. That’s commitment and dedication for you.

How our conversations go –

-Before the exam-

Me: Hey, you studied for tomorrow’s exam?

She: No dude, I’m going to fail, I’ll die at the end of this exam, I’ll get very less, I’ll lose some 80 marks in the paper (the paper’s for 90 marks), my mom will kill me, I’ll end up on the roads (some crap that I stop listening to)…

Me – Chillax, It’s going to be…

She – No, no, no! What if everything I DON’T know comes in the exam? What if everyone passes EXCEPT me? What if…(some other waht-ifs that I can’t hear as I have plugged my ears)…

-After the exam-

Me: Hey, how did it go?

She: Horrible! I’m losing three marks! THREE FREAKING MARKS! My life sucks! My mom will kick me out of the house, I’ll end up on the road, I’ll start begging…

Me- *mega facepalm*

Friendship- She is the eternal victiom of our endless practical jokes (*slow evil smile*). Let’s just say that making her watch Pillow Talk (“It’s a song JUST made for you! Do listen, you’ll love it more than you loved The Heart Wants What It Wants!”) did not instill her faith in true friendship…

Other than that, she is a SWEET person, once you get past the fact that she derives immense pleasure from annoying others.

th7I8DOX55She makes you go like this at times, but once in a blue moon, she tells this to you:

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And you be like:

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And then she be like:

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Really. She IS eternally annoying, sweet and (you guessed it) freaking out.

Spirit Animal – Must be a jackass that can transform into a rabbit at will (and yes, those two MUST freak out on a daily basis).

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Spirit Song – If Ed Sheeran wrote “Freaking Out Now” instead of Thinkink Out Loud, that would be her spirit song…

So what sort of freak-out friend do you have? Let me know in the comments below!

P.S. – Wanna see her actually freaking out? See the comments here and below!

 

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All the names have been changed to protect the privacy of the individuals, much as I wish otherwise. Oops, I must be forgiving! Also for Blogging 201.

It all began when Mohan asked me, ‘Why don’t you show us the right answers during exams?’

‘Because I’m very sincere and honest,’ I replied curtly. Priyanka, who was sitting next to me, giggled. Being the class topper meant that I had to hear the same rubbish every day.

‘Is it why you have not yet told him that you love him?’ Mohan asked, a slow, lecherous grinning spreading across his pimpled face. I froze.

There was NO WAY anybody could know about my feelings for him. NO WAY meant NO WAY. The only soul (apart from my cousins, scattered across the country) who knew this secret was my best friend, Sweetie. And there was absolutely NO WAY she would have told that to anyone. Especially Mohan.

‘I don’t believe it,’ I replied. I could feel Priyanka’s dark eyes boring through me, curious about my secret crush.

‘Don’t you? Well then, for all your grades, you are a fool. The biggest fool I’ve ever seen. While we were playing hide and seek in Sweetie’s house, she told me, Asha, Cathy, and him. How you cried and cried over him. Ask her if you want,’ Mohan challenged.

Things that had seemed very silly and random before made perfect sense now. The memory was clear as day. The day I visited Sweetie’s house with her pals. Heaven was on Earth that day.

The unanimous decision to play hide and seek (ultimately kiddish at that time); everyone’s vote to make me the seeker; malicious looks from everyone when I talked with him; his vain attempts to defend me from Mohan’s spiteful remarks; Sweetie’s superior behaviour after the game; oh, it all made sense now. How blind I had been!

Various emotions coursed through me: misery, despair, anger, and rage. But two only two emotions could be felt distinctly – the burning hot feeling of self-preservation, and freezing cold fury. Both of them mixed with the adrenaline, running through my veins, eating me from within.

‘You can tell your darling Sweetie that I do not have a crush on him anymore.’

I couldn’t believe I had just said that. I had doodled his name in my personal diary for a year. I had admired the way his dark brown hair stood out regally from the rest for two years. I had written wild adventure stories with him for three years. And I had known him for four years.

‘Liar,’ Mohan said, and laughed.

I’ve become so numb / I can’t feel you there / I’ve become so tired / So much more aware / I’m becoming this / All I want to do / Is be more like me / And be less like you…

All sounds had been drained out. I was not able to think coherently. I vaguely realized that I was cracking, cracking beyond repair. I was cracking right in front of the girl, whom I had consoled after her first breakup. What will she even think of me now? I had no answer.

I bent my head on the hard wooden desk. Priyanka put her hand around me.

‘It’s him, isn’t it?’ she asked.

I nodded mutely.

‘Let the tears flow, Mads. They will cleanse you, they will heal your soul.’

‘I’ve cried for over three months now, Priyanka. I don’t have any tears left,’ I said, my voice rough with concealed emotions.

‘Just let it go, Mads.’

My mind had this annoying habit of playing BGM whenever I experienced any strong emotion.

Let it go, let it go! / Can’t hold it back any more.
Let it go, let it go! / Turn away and slam the door.
I don’t care what they’re going to say / Let the storm rage on / The cold never bothered me anyway.

 

This was the song that played when the first, salty, tear slid down my cheek.


 

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