ah, but life was simple then.
a piece of paper torn from the "rough copy", folded, to form a card ,with red crayon hearts and blue flowers, an illegibly scrawled "I'm Sorry".......and all would be forgiven.

there u can share my candy now

Your Birthdate: July 25

You excel at anything difficult or high tech. In other words, you're a total (brilliant) geek. It's difficult for you to find people worth spending time with. Which is probably why you'll take over the world with your evil robots! Your strength: Your unfailing logic Your weakness: Loving machines more than people Your power color: Tan Your power symbol: Pi Your power month: July

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

heh .

Your Heart Is Orange

Love equals unbridled happiness for you. You enjoy the wild ride of falling in love. And while the ride is fun for a while, you always get off once the thrill is gone. Your flirting style: Hyper Your lucky first date: Anything you need your passport for! Your dream lover: Is both daring and well grounded What you bring to relationships: Energy

What Color Heart Do You Have?

now i am really bored.

You Are Boston

Both modern and old school, you never forget your roots. Well educated and a little snobby, you demand the best. And quite frankly, you think you are the best. Famous people from the Boston area: Conan O'Brien, Ben Affleck, New Kids on the Block

What American City Are You?

too much of ally mc beal ?

You are a Black Coffee

At your best, you are: low maintenance, friendly, and adaptable At your worst, you are: cheap and angsty You drink coffee when: you can get your hands on it Your caffeine addiction level: high

What Kind of Coffee Are You?

ok so i'm bored. and have nothing to say. or do.

Exotic Dancer Name Is...

Kashmir

Exotic Dancer Name Generator

Your True Love Is a Scorpio

Why you'll love a Scorpio: Strong and sexy, Scorpio will overpower you into falling in love (before you even realize it!). You'll love being swept away by Scorpio - into a world of insane passion. Why a Scorpio will love you: You don't mind letting your Scorpio take the reigns, as long as you know you're truly cared for. Loyal and devoted, you would never do anything to set off insanely jealous Scorpio.

What Sign Is Your True Love?

eh?

In a Past Life...

You Were: A Happy Go Lucky Assassin. Where You Lived: China. How You Died: Hung for treason.

Who Were You In a Past Life?

AHA!

Your Elf Name Is...

Ditzy Mc Flurry

What's Your Elf Name?

You Belong in 1975

If you scored... 1950 - 1959: You're fun loving, romantic, and more than a little innocent. See you at the drive in! 1960 - 1969: You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule - oh, and drugs too. 1970 - 1979: Bold and brash, you take life by the horns. Whether you're partying or protesting, you give it your all! 1980 - 1989: Wild, over the top, and just a little bit cheesy. You're colorful at night - and successful during the day. 1990 - 1999: With you anything goes! You're grunge one day, ghetto fabulous the next. It's all good!

What Year Do You Belong In?

You Are Midnight

You are more than a little eccentric, and you're apt to keep very unusual habits. Whether you're a nightowl, living in a commune, or taking a vow of silence - you like to experiment with your lifestyle. Expressing your individuality is important to you, and you often lie awake in bed thinking about the world and your place in it. You enjoy staying home, but that doesn't mean you're a hermit. You also appreciate quality time with family and close friends.

What Time Of Day Are You?

gah! so bored.

winter is over. the grasshopper lives. and doesnt care that the ants will laugh all the way to the bank.

bloody economists.
bloody bloody economics.

and poor poor me.

oh yes..and bloody internet guy.

a week. a week. a week!!! one fucking week. and i am still here.

i miss the rain. Or walking in the rain. Used to do a lot of that in college...And none of it was particlarly filmy..No umbrella that flies away. No flapping dupatta. No hapless guy who gets dragged into the rain.

In college , we'd take a walk in the rain with the specific intention of getting wet. The ones who didnt want to get wet, carried umbrellas. We didnt. And definitely not transparent ones.

And no flapping dupattas: getting wet in college involved a really sticky kurta and jeans that would weigh a tonne when wet.And dupattas, if at all present in the scene had this distinct tendency to not flap around. It would just cling unhappily, rather miffed at the prospect of of staying wet for long. Wonder how they did it in movies.

And the guys . Boring souls them.They'd rather be in the BCR and do boring guy things.

Of course there was this rather odd couple who would hold hands and take walks in the rain. Now they loked propah-ly filmy. awwwww young love i tell you.

And none of us looked anything like wet bollywood heroines. No wet sarees, for one. No waterproof mascara. No waterproof makeup of any sort i might add..Hair plastered and sticky and odd-looking. And wet clothes which make you look fatter... except Sonal who looked pretty despite. Dh though so too!(nudge, nudge . giggle, giggle) And those skinny hot women who always look hot, no matter what. (aaargh! yes their existence is and will forever be supremely irksome)But this post is not about them. So yes we'd settle for looking quite odd, rather smug in our rain soaked happiness.

Post getting wet session, we would cluster arond the union room fan.And consume copious quantities of steaming coffee.And get some kind soul to cigarrettes for us. Coz well we were sneezing a little and sort of shivery...and some one just had to take pity on us.

And after suitable amount of time was spent doing nothing, clothes would be dry and it wold be time to get back home.

Sigh!
i miss college going rain.

There is an exhibitionistic streak in me, methinks.i like airing my daily trials, petty grievances, and imagined hurts up on blogosphere.its like an outlet. Have taken out frustrations through words and have thus healed...i can now go around the world and function like a sane person.

But sometimes, you realize that you may have revealed too much..which is generally when i go om my ohGodoGodohGodohGod what was i thinking(?) trip or the thats-not-my-blog-i-do-not-know-it-exists trip or maybe-i-should-delete-my-blog trip.(God there seems to be a lot of them!) Of course after a point of time it ceases to matter. Have aired my private humiliations on the blog and have made it public...but thats quite alright.

The reason why i write this is because i went through the latter sometime ago. hence the complete non-blogging. But i am back now. And shall endeavour to blog more often(although not too often. exams around the corner)

For now though...

THE END OF THE STORY

Its over now. Their story that is. It just finished a few days ago. There might be an epilogue later. But not now. And if you liked the story and it touched you a little bit...Go ahead you are allowed a tiny sniffle, a little blotting of the corner of your eyes, a sheepish smile at your partner who smirks on seeing you do so.

Yes, its over for them now.Let them be. She wont be collecting compliments,or having secret conversations, or building stories in her head anymore. She will walk down the same city roads and wont have to try to not think of him anymore. the solitary cigarrete is comforting now, not lonely.

She is content. As she draws the cover tighter around her and watches the evening norwester lash at the sky...she knows she wishes him peace.

You Are Lightning

Beautiful yet dangerous People will stop and watch you when you appear Even though you're capable of random violence You are best known for: your power Your dominant state: performing

What Type of Weather Are You?

Everyone please laugh, crack snide remarks, smirk ,point and laugh, smirk knowingly, do-whatever-you-do-when-you-find-people-funny and whatever-you-can-do-to-make-them-feel-worse.

after which i shall crawl into my dark dark hole, and stay there.i still feel like such an idiot.

blue again.

i feel like a complete idiot.
WHAT WAS I THINKING?

WAS I THINKING AT ALL?
yuck!