Rang Barse!!

HAPPY HOLI!!!

holi is here!!i just loouuuu this festival of colours. i have such fond memories of celebrating holi!
i think it's an absolutely loverrrrrly festival!!

but i think the spirit of holi has gotten lost somewhere....or maybe it's just me. i mean at one point of time i used to eagerly wait for holi and buy a pichkari and various colours and reallly look forward to playing holi. The night before holi my folks and i used to fill up balloons and store them in the bucket. In the morning, wear old clothes, take all the colours and my pichkari and the balloons in a bag and rush down! it was really a task recognising me after i came back home. then spend hours in the loo trying to scrub the colours off!
next day go to school and show off the colours that had not gone off my body like they were bravery awards or something!!

wat happened?now its just another day that i sit at home and watch the kids play. u think its age? i cant be that old!!!
i mean the night before now all that i am bothered about is whether the car is covered up or not and whether it is parked far away from the hands of the kids! gawd i sound like the Holi Scrooge!!
i think wat happened is exams!! remember class X boards and Class XII boards all in the middle of Holi and thereafter in college also all end semester exams coincide with holi....i mean they are just killing the festival!!even this time i hv to give/study for stooopid exams!!
and moreover there just aint people to play with....all my friends have either gone out of town and the remaining ones dnt like playing.damn!!
i wish i cud play holi ya....the last time i played was in shantiniketan...it was a different experience not one that i reallly liked but it was okay....dry colours...neone can come and put colour on you (i hoped some hot firang wud come up to me and put colour on me....maybe that hope was the only redeeming factor abt holi that year!! :P)

at home we still but a packet of dry colour to offer to God and then put on the feet of elders and then after that put some on the face and hands and all just a little bit....but come on playing holi inside home....aaaa how sad is that!! its not that bad i agree but nothing compared to the real thing!
neway happy holi to everyone and i hope that some of you out there actually go out play holi, have bhang get sozzeled (but within limits of course) and not stay at home and watch from the window as others play!!

i am sorry i do not understand but i do promise that i will try to

p.s. I HATE HER

Lied Cheated and certainly Betrayed

Things have gone terribly wrong. Back from a wonderful trip and I came home to chaos. I feel so disturbed. It’s as if something in me has gone wrong, terribly wrong. I mean it’s a feeling that something is not quite right. I’ve been thrown off balance. My Libran scales are absolutely everywhere! Aarrghh!!

Well to start of with my Bombay trip – it was sooooooo luverrrrrlllllly!! Looking beyond the charming Brit men and the oh so hot Spanish men, it was truly a trip to remember for life. Met some really nice people and had a wonderful time with them. Bonded with a batch mate whom I never have been very close to. Met up with some old friends and it was so nice. I mean meeting old friends always carries with it a certain amount of apprehension that it might be awkward or the conversation might get stale and you might just end up having nothing to talk about. But it was so nice. It just felt like the old times and now having come away from them, I feel myself missing the old days just that little more. There was seriously so much left to talk about and so much left to do.

On a lighter note, I shopped and shopped and shopped. It was fun. I mean so much of fun. I went shopping 3 days in a row to the same shops and i shopped all 3 days!! I swear I saw the shopkeepers sniggering at me on the 3^rd day! But who cares, I’m never going to meet them ever again and I had the time of my life.

I met some really lovely Spanish people. It did help that one of them was verrrry hot and verrrry charming. The Spanish girl Miren was staying with us in our room and the other two Spanish boys were sharing their room with one of our teammates. So we sort of used to hang out together all the time. Mikhail and John were very nice boys. Decent and hot. The only stumbling block being that they could not speak English properly, but when has language ever been a barrier? We went dancing together and they were leaving that night. So we came back from the disc at 2 and they had to leave at 3. it was fun. John finally managed to get my full name (earlier he used to call me osh) when they got inside the cab at 3 in the morning all ready to leave. It was all quite hilarious.

So they left and the moot ended, met old friends, had a nice time with Bobba and Bomma, got pampered, traveled around Bombay on the local trains, and then got on to a flight and came back home.

And well home wasn’t home anymore to say the least. Full of lies and deceit. Backstabbing and betrayal. Misunderstandings and stubborn attitudes. Estranged friends and an attempt to keep everything together. I just can’t bear to see my closest friends at loggerheads with each other. I have literally spent my last 4 years with them, every waking moment and now they fight and swear never to talk to each other again. What do I do? I really don’t know what to do. I hate myself for not being able to do anything to make the situation any better. I hate the person who created this situation. I so hate you for doing this. I hate the fact that this person was able to do this to my friends and break them the way that they are broken now. It’s not about taking the first step or the initiative to talk things out, it’s just about realizing that it’s been way too long and it's time that both of you'll got talking. I miss the both of you. Don't you'll miss each other? I miss being with the both of you together. I am tired of hearing each one of you say bad things about each other. Come on just talk it out. I have tried my best, but it’s not been good enough, cause neither one of you still want to talk to each other and that kills me. I still see and hear the concern that you have for each other, just let the other person see it.

It hurts me to see both of you like this. I want everything to be alright again. I want things to go back to as they were. Like the old days. Come on guys, we have less than a year left to spend together.