Imagine there's no heaven,
It's easy if you try,
No hell below us,
Above us only sky,
Imagine all the people
living for today...
Imagine there's no countries,
It isnt hard to do,
Nothing to kill or die for,
No religion too,
Imagine all the people
living life in peace...
Imagine no possesions,
I wonder if you can,
No need for greed or hunger,
A brotherhood of man,
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...
You may say Im a dreamer,
but Im not the only one,
I hope some day you'll join us,
And the world will live as one.
This is one of the most beautiful songs I've ever heard. It's been playing in my head for a while now(apart from that 'simple si coffee' song :P).
God it's Monday!!
Monday, March 21
Wednesday, March 16
Saturday, March 12
Just another Divya day
Life is a bitch. Or maybe not.
It's a Saturday, 6 something pm. I have friends, calling me up, making plans. I don't want to go. I spent the last two hours, feeling like I can sell my soul to the devil to be able to sing like I used to, write like I used to, just smile like I used to.
I'm home alone. Nobody to give me morality lectures 24/7. Nobody to remind me(just casually) that I've been online too long and I have a BIG test on Monday. Stupid Monday. Nobody making half-burnt baingan bartha and expecting me to count my blessings(Atleast you have food to eat!). Nobody trying to complain that I am the one who's to blame for the Tsunami. Nobody telling me that this is a 'very crucial year'. Nobody fighting with me for the remote. It's overhyped, I tell you. Being home alone sucks!
Cricket fever. More like cricket diarrhoea. Everybody becomes an armchair cricketer. In my family, sanity takes a backseat. Everybody has an opinion about how Gautam Gambhir should've played a specific shot. I just question the fact that he's even there. My sister considers herself to be a good luck charm and sits in a specific position at a specific end at the edge of the sofa. My mother's no less. She has a blue cup. The cup of elixir. She actually believes having coffee from that cup, gives Rahul Dravid and the team a nudge in the right direction. I've become a family room outcast. Just 'cos I said V.V.S. would be out the next over and unfortunately, for the country, him and me, he did. Was in College yesterday. Sending frantic messages to Raha. "What's the score? How many wickets? How many overs? Who's bowling? Who's getting a royal reality-bites session? Message back immediately. My life depends on it!". It was a sad draw, anyway. Ofcourse, it was fixed. We can't let the Pakis lose their first match on Indian soil. We have to return the favour. Ganguly should have been braver and elected to bat. Dravid should've never gotten married to that ugly doctor b**ch. It was Friday, yesterday. Those Pakis must've prayed their a$$es off. I've run out of excuses. That's cricket for you. Just cant help falling in love with it.
I like being upset about things that don't matter. It gives me a crazy sense of importance. When things go right, as they sometimes will, I just find a way to screw it over. I'm optimistic. Okay, thats a half truth. I am great at giving instant pick-me-up speeches to myself. I've felt this PMS depression a million times before. Okay every month almost. And the darkest hour is just 60 minutes of agony. I can handle that. But I won't. Just for fun.
"Love means never having to say you're sorry". Go ahead. Have your two-second laugh and come back to reality.
I do the most questionable things sometimes. It makes me feel pathetic. I was horrible and rude. Totally out of character(or maybe very expected the way some people see it). I said things I didn't mean. Gave vent to all my anger(at what or whom, don't even ask). I selfishly side-stepped all the happy things we could talk about and kept targetting my I-wanna-kill-you lines at him. Hurt him. Knew I was doing it but I just didn't stop. Not the first time. It's happened before. I've promised that it wouldn't happen again. It has. Another broken promise. Another fight. Another tear. Another apology. Another promise. The love grows and my momentary lapses of self-restraint continue. I am partially disgusted with myself. But then, self-love can never lose. In the end, it doesn't even matter.
I'm just so glad some things are a given.
:*
It's a Saturday, 6 something pm. I have friends, calling me up, making plans. I don't want to go. I spent the last two hours, feeling like I can sell my soul to the devil to be able to sing like I used to, write like I used to, just smile like I used to.
I'm home alone. Nobody to give me morality lectures 24/7. Nobody to remind me(just casually) that I've been online too long and I have a BIG test on Monday. Stupid Monday. Nobody making half-burnt baingan bartha and expecting me to count my blessings(Atleast you have food to eat!). Nobody trying to complain that I am the one who's to blame for the Tsunami. Nobody telling me that this is a 'very crucial year'. Nobody fighting with me for the remote. It's overhyped, I tell you. Being home alone sucks!
Cricket fever. More like cricket diarrhoea. Everybody becomes an armchair cricketer. In my family, sanity takes a backseat. Everybody has an opinion about how Gautam Gambhir should've played a specific shot. I just question the fact that he's even there. My sister considers herself to be a good luck charm and sits in a specific position at a specific end at the edge of the sofa. My mother's no less. She has a blue cup. The cup of elixir. She actually believes having coffee from that cup, gives Rahul Dravid and the team a nudge in the right direction. I've become a family room outcast. Just 'cos I said V.V.S. would be out the next over and unfortunately, for the country, him and me, he did. Was in College yesterday. Sending frantic messages to Raha. "What's the score? How many wickets? How many overs? Who's bowling? Who's getting a royal reality-bites session? Message back immediately. My life depends on it!". It was a sad draw, anyway. Ofcourse, it was fixed. We can't let the Pakis lose their first match on Indian soil. We have to return the favour. Ganguly should have been braver and elected to bat. Dravid should've never gotten married to that ugly doctor b**ch. It was Friday, yesterday. Those Pakis must've prayed their a$$es off. I've run out of excuses. That's cricket for you. Just cant help falling in love with it.
I like being upset about things that don't matter. It gives me a crazy sense of importance. When things go right, as they sometimes will, I just find a way to screw it over. I'm optimistic. Okay, thats a half truth. I am great at giving instant pick-me-up speeches to myself. I've felt this PMS depression a million times before. Okay every month almost. And the darkest hour is just 60 minutes of agony. I can handle that. But I won't. Just for fun.
"Love means never having to say you're sorry". Go ahead. Have your two-second laugh and come back to reality.
I do the most questionable things sometimes. It makes me feel pathetic. I was horrible and rude. Totally out of character(or maybe very expected the way some people see it). I said things I didn't mean. Gave vent to all my anger(at what or whom, don't even ask). I selfishly side-stepped all the happy things we could talk about and kept targetting my I-wanna-kill-you lines at him. Hurt him. Knew I was doing it but I just didn't stop. Not the first time. It's happened before. I've promised that it wouldn't happen again. It has. Another broken promise. Another fight. Another tear. Another apology. Another promise. The love grows and my momentary lapses of self-restraint continue. I am partially disgusted with myself. But then, self-love can never lose. In the end, it doesn't even matter.
I'm just so glad some things are a given.
:*
Thursday, March 10
Now, I'm happy!
A friend from a completely different life mailed me.
It's raining!
And that's really all it takes.
It's raining!
And that's really all it takes.
Mostly sane & almost happy...
Hyderabad has it going on!
Mithali Raj became the captain of the Indian women's cricket team. The World Cup in South Africa'll be amazing to watch, I think. We're the favourites, even though we lost to those crazy Aussies. It's being played from March 22nd. Don't forget to cheer!
Sania is just incredible! 77th in the world, the WORLD. Fantastic really.
WOMAN POWER baby!
The Hyderabad Sultans won. Yeah, I still have the PHL hangover. We watched the finals, all dressed up in PHL gear, screaming like we were possessed or something. Watching Inderjeet Singh and Sohail Abbas in action, you honestly can't help it. You should see the way they lift the team's spirit just by giving it their all. V.V.S.Laxman is still at the crease. He is humility personified. Saw Walk the Talk and yeah, he was kinda diplomatic on most of the controversial ones but he really has this cool, composed thing about him. Very endearing.
Raj finally emailed me our New Year snaps. Who cares about being photogenic? I looked like I was having a good time and that's all that counts. Best part is, I did.
New Year's eve was amazing. We were at this place called Odyssey in Gurgaon. I had a blast! I wasn't too excited about being away from Sunith but then, the Tsunami happened and we had to cancel our Andamans plan and go up North. On the 1st of January, we left for Shimla. It is such an overhyped place(like most hill stations and places and movies and people I know!). To top that, it didn't even snow and we were really looking forward to it. We then went to Manali by road. It's stunning. I'd love to describe it but seriously, words aren't enough. Pure paradise!
Best part - It snowed! We went to Solan Valley and went skiing. I really didn't feel very pretty falling on my a** everytime I tried to do a little more than what the instructor told us to. Screw gravity! By the second day, my skiing actually improved. I thought it'd be easier than skating. I mean here we even have skis to support us, right? Wrong! It's much tougher, much more painful and hardly effortless. Skiing has a sweet spot too by the way. The instructor(contrary to what we read in novels, this guy wasn't anything close to cute) even told us how to find it. I did. But the idiot told me this great piece of information on the second day when most of my body was sore and bruised! Once we find the spot, skiing's a breeze. One more thing I absolutely rock at!
We saw some army barracks on NH-1 against those towering snow-clad mountains. We weren't allowed to take photographs around that area and the Rohtang pass was closed because of heavy snowfall. That was disappointing but I can never forget those army trucks and that barbed wire around the place. I know it doesn't sound like it was picturesque or romantic or anything. But there's something just divine about these people who protect us. I don't care about the army officers who took advantage of some women in Manipur. What they did is terrible and they're paying for it. Bottomline is, I almost worship these people who work for the armed forces. What they're sacrificing, just to make sure that I continue doing the usual BS without any kind of disruption, is definitely worship-worthy.
I've been feeling really hopeless about things lately.
Tomorrow, Shibu Soren will have to prove his majority. He definitely(thankfully) has the odds against him. He is a criminal, a fugitive who later turned himself in, went on to become a Union Minister, and then quit by sending a fax message from a post office and is now the Chief Minister of Jharkand. Yeah well, shit happens. Tomorrow we'll find out if there's something called justice.
Read somewhere about a meet in Madrid on Democracy, Security and Terrorism. There was a great deal of criticism about the military tactics adopted by the U.S. and how the U.N. should play a more pro-active role. Sure, there are meetings and conferences and seminars. Are these voices even heard? That's what I want to know. If there isn't a Rice or a Bush involved, does the U.N. really listen?
Sachin Tendulkar lost his wicket when he was on 94. I'm not a fan but Gavaskar really doesn't deserve having that record under his name. Dravid made 50-something runs. I was in College attending a seminar and didn't get to watch him. :(
We had an Entrepreneurship Development seminar in College today. Bloody MCP had the ba**s to say "You should select a project like you would select your husband". Some girls actually found that funny. I was offended. I mean, we were there in the first place, obviously because we aspired to something beyond that. As if there are girls today who even consider marriage as a career option. These are the people who should have a shoot at sight order against their name.
Something led to a Microsoft v/s Linux debate. Things were going nowhere and the guy wanted to start discussing some real issues and this girl actually asks, "So what is the answer?" Stupid exam mentality. But then later, her friend told me it was just to irritate that guy. I don't think it worked 'cos he kept smiling. Cant get my mind off his huge teeth and his condescending attitude.
God just makes my world so beautiful!
Talking of Her, I went to the temple on the way to my CAT class yesterday, wearing a pair of jeans and a red(yes, red)t-shirt. The pujari who usually gives me a welcoming smile, gave me a slightly disapproving look. I don't know if it was just my grandmother in my head(How can you go to the temple wearing jeans? It's plain sacrilegious!) or if he actually did. Bah what problems I have!
Long time since I fought with Nits. Not counting those "why the hell did you look at that girl/guy" arguments, because they're really stupid. Long time since I've had a what-else conversation with Raha. Long time since my parents found me almost impossible to tolerate. Long time since I've been kinda blue.
Always an optimistic end. It's true. Writing is therapeutic.
Mithali Raj became the captain of the Indian women's cricket team. The World Cup in South Africa'll be amazing to watch, I think. We're the favourites, even though we lost to those crazy Aussies. It's being played from March 22nd. Don't forget to cheer!
Sania is just incredible! 77th in the world, the WORLD. Fantastic really.
WOMAN POWER baby!
The Hyderabad Sultans won. Yeah, I still have the PHL hangover. We watched the finals, all dressed up in PHL gear, screaming like we were possessed or something. Watching Inderjeet Singh and Sohail Abbas in action, you honestly can't help it. You should see the way they lift the team's spirit just by giving it their all. V.V.S.Laxman is still at the crease. He is humility personified. Saw Walk the Talk and yeah, he was kinda diplomatic on most of the controversial ones but he really has this cool, composed thing about him. Very endearing.
Raj finally emailed me our New Year snaps. Who cares about being photogenic? I looked like I was having a good time and that's all that counts. Best part is, I did.
New Year's eve was amazing. We were at this place called Odyssey in Gurgaon. I had a blast! I wasn't too excited about being away from Sunith but then, the Tsunami happened and we had to cancel our Andamans plan and go up North. On the 1st of January, we left for Shimla. It is such an overhyped place(like most hill stations and places and movies and people I know!). To top that, it didn't even snow and we were really looking forward to it. We then went to Manali by road. It's stunning. I'd love to describe it but seriously, words aren't enough. Pure paradise!
Best part - It snowed! We went to Solan Valley and went skiing. I really didn't feel very pretty falling on my a** everytime I tried to do a little more than what the instructor told us to. Screw gravity! By the second day, my skiing actually improved. I thought it'd be easier than skating. I mean here we even have skis to support us, right? Wrong! It's much tougher, much more painful and hardly effortless. Skiing has a sweet spot too by the way. The instructor(contrary to what we read in novels, this guy wasn't anything close to cute) even told us how to find it. I did. But the idiot told me this great piece of information on the second day when most of my body was sore and bruised! Once we find the spot, skiing's a breeze. One more thing I absolutely rock at!
We saw some army barracks on NH-1 against those towering snow-clad mountains. We weren't allowed to take photographs around that area and the Rohtang pass was closed because of heavy snowfall. That was disappointing but I can never forget those army trucks and that barbed wire around the place. I know it doesn't sound like it was picturesque or romantic or anything. But there's something just divine about these people who protect us. I don't care about the army officers who took advantage of some women in Manipur. What they did is terrible and they're paying for it. Bottomline is, I almost worship these people who work for the armed forces. What they're sacrificing, just to make sure that I continue doing the usual BS without any kind of disruption, is definitely worship-worthy.
I've been feeling really hopeless about things lately.
Tomorrow, Shibu Soren will have to prove his majority. He definitely(thankfully) has the odds against him. He is a criminal, a fugitive who later turned himself in, went on to become a Union Minister, and then quit by sending a fax message from a post office and is now the Chief Minister of Jharkand. Yeah well, shit happens. Tomorrow we'll find out if there's something called justice.
Read somewhere about a meet in Madrid on Democracy, Security and Terrorism. There was a great deal of criticism about the military tactics adopted by the U.S. and how the U.N. should play a more pro-active role. Sure, there are meetings and conferences and seminars. Are these voices even heard? That's what I want to know. If there isn't a Rice or a Bush involved, does the U.N. really listen?
Sachin Tendulkar lost his wicket when he was on 94. I'm not a fan but Gavaskar really doesn't deserve having that record under his name. Dravid made 50-something runs. I was in College attending a seminar and didn't get to watch him. :(
We had an Entrepreneurship Development seminar in College today. Bloody MCP had the ba**s to say "You should select a project like you would select your husband". Some girls actually found that funny. I was offended. I mean, we were there in the first place, obviously because we aspired to something beyond that. As if there are girls today who even consider marriage as a career option. These are the people who should have a shoot at sight order against their name.
Something led to a Microsoft v/s Linux debate. Things were going nowhere and the guy wanted to start discussing some real issues and this girl actually asks, "So what is the answer?" Stupid exam mentality. But then later, her friend told me it was just to irritate that guy. I don't think it worked 'cos he kept smiling. Cant get my mind off his huge teeth and his condescending attitude.
God just makes my world so beautiful!
Talking of Her, I went to the temple on the way to my CAT class yesterday, wearing a pair of jeans and a red(yes, red)t-shirt. The pujari who usually gives me a welcoming smile, gave me a slightly disapproving look. I don't know if it was just my grandmother in my head(How can you go to the temple wearing jeans? It's plain sacrilegious!) or if he actually did. Bah what problems I have!
Long time since I fought with Nits. Not counting those "why the hell did you look at that girl/guy" arguments, because they're really stupid. Long time since I've had a what-else conversation with Raha. Long time since my parents found me almost impossible to tolerate. Long time since I've been kinda blue.
Always an optimistic end. It's true. Writing is therapeutic.
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