Before "New Year"

So what's new this new year? Apart from my visibly shorter hairs :(  (Thanks to the girl who trimmed them.) and the fact that my mom is finally convinced that I can cook a decent meal and my future in laws won't call her to complain, how their son is constantly loosing weight. :P

So do you think this one year has changed me?
I think it did in a lot of ways. May be in a less visible manner but surely it did.

To start with I am happy that my fears and insecurities have changed with time. It only proves that I am no more where I was.
At the beginning of this year I thought I need to be more in control of my life and more or less I did act accordingly. Although surprisingly when I least expected it, things turned out to be in my favor. :P (making this year more interesting and exciting for me for sure.... the kind I will love to share with my daughter with all added details in her teenage) Meanwhile I learned to be more patient. Because no matter what, somethings just take time. Sometimes its good not to react at all and let it be. And most of all you can not control how others choose to feel for you. There is very little you can do about it. So stop trying to be a better and a well behaved version of yourself. You are already enough and amazing the way you are and in case you find yourself doubting just call your chaddi buddy friends. :D

And I know its foolish but it is worth mentioning, that I am little over my phobia of lizards after my summer internship days.

I hated June (Internship days) so much, and surprisingly not because my HR thought it was ok to expect 3-4 algorithm implementation each day when she knew nothing about them, but because I hated staying away from home. Because that 3rd floor hostel flat was the worst place to be in during holidays. It had all kind of insects, bees that use to swarm in my bedroom every morning from God knows where, a guest appearance by a monkey that almost gave me a heart attack, and adding to that was the scorching heat of June and ceiling fan to survive. (And yes I have already mentioned about the lizards + Mess food + what not, you name it )

Placement season, well lets not go there. My BP might shoot up. :P

GATE that's another thing that I have found to keep myself busy. WOW.

Honestly, I have no idea how I can summarize this one particular year of my life. My thoughts are scattered, my feelings are unresolved and like any other normal person I am scared to step into the unkown.

But at the same time I am hopeful and that makes this year a little less of a disaster. :P

Recently one of my friend pointed out, I was smiling the whole time while I was in a conversation. And I hated to admit but yes maybe I did blush. And if she is right, its generally among first few signs. :P ( what I read as a disaster)

Employee referrals. :D Yippy, Hurray. I want to kiss the person who came up with this idea.

One question that I stumbled upon this year and is now becoming the reason behind most of my decisions. "If you get a chance to meet your 10 year younger version, what will you tell yourself"?

I just wish and hope that I will have something interesting to work on in 2014. That is the only thing I really want right now. And yes finally a much awaited trip with my high school friends. Smoothning wont hurt either. :P (Yes, that will be all for my wish list of year 2014)

PS- I shall now update my blog once the semester gets over. So do wait and come back again. Till then take care and enjoy :D
Happy New Year in advance :)

The idea of 'US'

It is the sound of our names together,

and the trail of echoes it leaves behind.

It is things as simple as those,

that draws my thoughts back to you each time. 

It is the scent you carry,

and the dimples of your smile.

That makes me forget,

all about those stupid fights we had last night.

It is the touch of your hands,

and the memory of my fingers tracing your fine lines.

Which forces me to consider,

if John Keats could possibly be right. 

It is when I see you waiting for me,

standing alone with deep eyes.

I loose all the progress I made last week,

to forget and focus on better issues of life.

So maybe this is how we are,

and how we will be. 

Complicated as hell,

going on and off constantly.

Knowing what we are,

and what we will never be.

A beautiful idea,

more than we actually ever could be.

Rebooting your Life

Okay, this was supposed to be uploaded a long time ago, but for some reason I chose to keep it in my drafts. But then last night something happened and I couldn't resist and share this one.

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"I can't believe I am unpacking all my stuff, I was so excited to go to shimla. Damn this college." I said with despair in my tone and with a hint of anger in it. 

"Who the hell said college was fun?" Ipshita said in an even bitter tone. "We have zero campus culture, not a single cute guy, faculty that drives me crazy, compulsory courses and add to that the misery of wearing college uniform. Ughh I hate this place." 

Now for those who do not know. Ipshita is one of the closest being I ever had to a sister. She is funny, ambitious, kind and all those good things, but most of all what I like about her is, life becomes a roller coaster ride when she is around. 

"Why I am not surprised." I said half joking. 

"Shut up, that was not funny. I am depressed.... And frustrated...Somewhat irritated too...and Blah blah blah." She said sulking.

"Know what? Let’s go for a walk." I said and I stood up to find my slippers. 

She agreed as well but only after I promised her a sundae.

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"Let’s go out someplace this weekend na, I am sick of this place." I asked Ipshita.

"Well who is not. Let’s check noticeboard, we might find something interesting. Moreover lots of college festivals are going around this season." Ipshita answered and we continued forward towards the main notice board.

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"Look, here. A salsa workshop."  Ipshita said indicating towards a poster on the notice board looking excited.

"Sweet heart. I hope you do know Salsa requires partner unless of course you are willing to learn guys step for me." I said teasingly with a bit of sarcasm.

"Oh yes, partner. My life sucks eternally." She said.

"Well that makes two of us." was my immediate response. 

After a couple of minutes she said "Excuse me, you do have a partner. I am not sure if you are thinking clearly." 

"Haha, I am dying laughing on this one. We do not even hold hands and you are telling me to ask him for a salsa workshop. How brilliant of you." I said in a matter of fact tone.

"You know studies reveal that man like woman taking the initiative. Just saying you know......", and she shrugged in a typical cute girly manner, happy with herself for making an inside joke.

"And you do know your sundae is long lost forgotten story after this one." I said and gave her an ugly smile.

"acha acha sorry."

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"Anyways let's see who is organizing." I said to change the topic.

"Some Aaryansh Aghnihotri. Nice name na. Look he has a vodafone too. " Ipshita pointed out.

"Hmm, yes its a good name." I nodded.

In that brief moment, we both knew what was going in our heads. And the next thing i know was we both were on a speaker call.

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"Hey is this Aaryanh", I said.

"Yes speaking." was his response.

"Well I came across this notice for a salsa workshop, and I was wondering if I can register on the spot, because as of now I am not sure if I will be participating or not." I inquired.

"Yeah, Sure you can. May I please know from which college you are speaking." He questioned.

Now this was the question we weren't prepared for. So I ended the call in haste.  This was not the way we hoped for it to go. But after a couple of minutes cell phone vibrated again. It was a message from the same no. and we both lit up. 

"Hey you did not mention me your college name." was the message he left.

And we quickly decided to go with Hansraj.

"Well me and my friend is from Hansraj, but the problem is my friend do not have a partner. " We texted back.

"That should not be a problem, there will be many without a partner i suppose" was his response to our text message. 

"Actually the thing is my friend is pretty amazing, so you know. Why don't you go with her. You seem to be a nice guy to me."  We replied.

By now we were already rolling on the floor laughing. 

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And this went on for a long time. Poor guy, he thought he got lucky. 

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PS- I am going to miss our crazy times. It was technically our last semester together, and somehow things wont be the same ever after but I still wish to believe they will. From shouting in the corridors to spamming each other facebook wall. From juniors to seniors. From my 2 birthday's in May to your 3 birthday's in September. :P The way we order our food as if we haven't eaten from a month or so and end up saying... "bhaiya pack kerdo", and most of all how we never needed anyone to share our inside jokes.

And yes Plz Plz tel my future husband/bf to be as amazing shopping partner as you are. :D (just girly things)

And one story that i undoubtedly want to tell your kids is... " How I met your mother". Again.... how can you cry that much? :P 

And to the rest who are still curious, we told the poor guy about our intents later and said sorry. He created a little fuss initially but apologized himself (perks of being a girl). We still have his number saved as "Never ever Pick up".

5th Dec 2013

I know exactly how i want it to be,  but yet whatever I write never seems enough. Maybe because this story matters to me, or may be because this is the only story that ever mattered to me.

#PenguinPublicationAnnualLecture. Only my roommate know how excited i was to receive a confirmation mail for the event. But then the stupid stupid (one stupid won't do) delivery boy who did not deliver passes to me well in time. :(

Rendezvous with a friend. From sec 18 to connaught place. From books to keventers. Boy, you make me do stupid things. "Why should boys have all the fun?" hehe (winks)

Happiness is having somebody to call at 4 am. :)

#Socks - in every possible color. :D #December

The problem with most of us is, we compare our inside with others outside.

After all these years, I still wonder what would it be like to be addressed by my own name. (no you can not comprehend this one)

"I can call you pretty, but still I will call you beautiful. Because beautiful has so many more meanings for which pretty is not a substitute."
:O

And yes, I have finally found the word . Psithurism it is.
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#KidPresident. He definitely made me smile today. :)

And just so that you know, I am not the only fan. President Obama himself called him and asked him to meet in person after watching his videos.
Do check him out.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m5yCOSHeYn4

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Before Sunset
(few of my favorite excerpts)

Celine: I always feel this pressure of being a strong and independent icon of womanhood, and without making it look my whole life is revolving around some guy. But loving someone, and being loved means so much to me. We always make fun of it and stuff. But isn't everything we do in life a way to be loved a little more?
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Journalist #1: Do you consider the book to be autobiographical?

Jesse: Uh, well, I mean... isn't everything autobiographical?

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Jesse: You want to know why I wrote that stupid book?

Celine: Why?

Jesse: So that you might come to a reading in Paris and I could walk up to you and ask, "Where the fuck were you?"

Celine: [laughing] No - you thought I'd be here today?

Jesse: I'm serious. I think I wrote it, in a way, to try to find you.

Celine: Okay, that's - I know that's not true, but that's sweet of you to say.

Jesse: I think it is true.

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Jesse: You know, I think that book that I wrote, in a way, was like building something. So that I wouldn't forget the... details of the time that we spent together. You know, like just a reminder that... that once we really did meet! You know, that this was real! That this happened!
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Jesse: Oh, God, why didn't we exchange phone numbers and stuff? Why didn't we do that?

Celine: Because we were young and stupid.

Jesse: Do you think we still are?

Celine: I guess when you're young, you just believe there'll be many people with whom you'll connect with. Later in life, you realize it only happens a few times.

Jesse: And you can screw it up, you know, misconnect.