Pigs Don't Fly.... But They Do Get High
GOODBYE CRUEL WORLD…
Very inadvertently, someone showed me the light a couple of days ago. Though I am not sure those were his intentions as he doesn’t really know me and assumed a lot more than might be true. But anyhow, I take recluse in the real world form now on till 14th nov. and will be spending the next two months in pursuit of more worthwhile activities. So no blogging for sometime now ( I think..hope…). Of course the online world will not be devoid of my presence and I’ll continue to grace people’s blogs , chat and check my email while using the net for purely academic purposes. And a note of thanks to the bearer of light for me. Hail Lucifer! ;)
Now coming to the piggy thing…Shouldn’t really be writing this but couldn’t resist after a self proclaimed pig thought that I had been in a fight with him n the likes of him when all the time their repeated oinks had been collectively ignored though of course I was bothered by them. After all, who likes unsightly sights n noises. And he didn’t have to point out to his roots, I realised that and for that very reason chose not to try to make him see reason which I might have done ( And had I really been in a fight, we know who would have won. Man , I am sorry to say , is still superior) Sorry , Mr. Wodehouse , but I too like taking digs at people n pigs alike once in while in public though I don’t get personal. After all, never really thought I would come across hallucinating pigs in this lifetime.
Now since this is a kind of separation , to end on a sad note, I want to thank two people who I really miss a lot these days. These people will never read my blog ( hopefully!) but still. This is one of those behind-the back- praises. (And it gets u brownie points in those psychological tests which judge the kind of human being you are …)
First of all N , my closest friend in college. We didn’t really have common interests apart from roaming in CP n hurrying to catch a movie in between classes and not unsurprisingly , missing the class. But still we shared everything in college from our names to single beds in hostel rooms to answer sheets. Can never really forget how I could have the time of my life with you and could always depend on you for not letting me go overboard. Or the time 2 years ago when I was down with dengue n u sat and read aloud from the book the whole night before the exam. I would never have realised that sitting in the café whole day and mugging with tonnes and tonnes of coffee to drink could be so much fun had it not been for you. And of course discussion in the exam hall to get to that elusive ‘perfect’ answer! And the way u trust me so much with every problem of your life, expecting me to know the right thing to do every time . Till Now. Even when we are 250 km apart. I just came to know that the last time we met you actually gave up the last chance to meet somebody really special in your life who is now more than 2000 km away. Life just won’t be the same without you.
The second person , surprisingly is my brother. I never really thought I would write this. We haven’t really lived at the same place since 1998 but today all of a sudden I cant help but miss him. The way he would always be so protective. Which I hated. I always wanted to make my own mistakes but he never wanted his little sis to know what a big, bad, world it was. How he took immense pride in me when I wasn’t around and always put me down when I was. How I could shout at him . fight with him, kick him, tell him never to talk to me again and how he would remain calm through it all and come to talk to me again. Infact I feel nobody in this whole world has insulted him so much as I have. I can’t forget the way he would tell me he didn’t have enough money when we would be buying books and when I couldn’t decide between two and he would buy me both. Or how he has more faith in my knowledge of medicines (though I am just a student) than my parents (who are a specialist and a super specialist). How I can discuss movies and books and anything under the sun with him for hours. The way he would get ‘big brotherly’ but still always be nice to all kinds of friends I have. It kind of hurts to realise that we may never actually spend much time together ever again with him in the godforsaken place he has been posted to now. I sincerely hope he never gets to read this blog but if he ever does I don’t think he’ll believe its me ( hehe).
I’ll request people who know him personally( n surprisingly there are quite a few of them) to refrain from commenting on this part for two reasons. Now that I have spent so much time building up his image, I don’t want anyone undoing it. And, second for the simple reason that the person u know is not my brother.Brothers are alter egos of normal boys that exist only for sisters. Nobody can see my brother the way I can for he is that way only for me. And I am so lucky that it is so.
As a parting shot, ran into a palmist the other day , tried to prod her about my studies and career but she seemed riveted on my marital life. So , in her holy words, I will be getting married to somebody very handsome and rich at the age of 27. Mom didn’t seem to happy about the ‘27’ bit.(When WILL moms learn!) I am happy as long as the other two are true.
Go ahead. Call me shallow.