Thursday, December 3, 2009
A Silent encounter..
I have a strange tendency of smiling randomly at strangers. My smiles are often met with frowns, no reactions and very rarely a smile. So I am used to the fact that people might not react to my smile. And still it just keeps coming, my smile I mean. But this one time, I saw a guy. Cute and chubby. His hair fringes playing around his forehead. And even before I realised I was smiling at him. But again as I say no reaction. Except for some stolen eye contacts no reaction. And Ouch that did hurt. For no reason I felt bad. The hurt me, decided against making a fool of myself again, by looking at him. When the traffic lights were green. We started moving on. My heavy heart made my steps slow. He raced ahead, and made a tilt, looked at me and flaunted the perfect toothless and dimpled smile at me, from his stroller. The toddler just made my day. Way to go kid.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Summer of 69
I really don’t like the song. It makes me cry and feel even more helpless. I start getting visions of my college days. Which anyways were not "the best days of my life”. And definitely not something I would ever cry for.
The people I loved and cared for then are still in touch with me. Well back then I never realized that. Now 3 years after kissing my college life good bye, there is only one thing I miss about it. It’s being a teen. The rest I still have. The college friends, my boyfriend (very much the same) and enemies (trust me it just takes minutes for me to hate someone, inborn talent, one rude reply and you are up on the hit list).
I guess we are all programmed to crib. All 4 years of your graduation you keep cribbing bout the college and want to get out of it. Suddenly on the farewell party your stupid juniors play the only few songs they know "Purani Jeans" and "Summer of 69" and even though you were not born in the year of 69 still you go all tears over it. Even though the lyrics hardly match your experiences, you might just be shedding tears over the fact that it never happened to you.
They say memories are to cherish and not to shed tears on. I was the bookworm who would cry when she lost her rank. And spend her time in library. The extra curricular I participated in, are not something I am proud of (will write another blog bout that). Our college was near a stable, no place to hang out moreover not people to hang out with.
And though my college life sucked big time, I still get Goosebumps while listening to the song. Sentimental Fool I am.
The people I loved and cared for then are still in touch with me. Well back then I never realized that. Now 3 years after kissing my college life good bye, there is only one thing I miss about it. It’s being a teen. The rest I still have. The college friends, my boyfriend (very much the same) and enemies (trust me it just takes minutes for me to hate someone, inborn talent, one rude reply and you are up on the hit list).
I guess we are all programmed to crib. All 4 years of your graduation you keep cribbing bout the college and want to get out of it. Suddenly on the farewell party your stupid juniors play the only few songs they know "Purani Jeans" and "Summer of 69" and even though you were not born in the year of 69 still you go all tears over it. Even though the lyrics hardly match your experiences, you might just be shedding tears over the fact that it never happened to you.
They say memories are to cherish and not to shed tears on. I was the bookworm who would cry when she lost her rank. And spend her time in library. The extra curricular I participated in, are not something I am proud of (will write another blog bout that). Our college was near a stable, no place to hang out moreover not people to hang out with.
And though my college life sucked big time, I still get Goosebumps while listening to the song. Sentimental Fool I am.
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