let the bad times roll

P.S.: If you’re still wondering whether or not to go through some random stuff some random person has written…if it’s a waste of your time or not…it is. So leave. Save yourself while you can. What you are about to read is serious cribbing which has almost nothing to do with you. no no no…absolutely nothing to do with you.
And ya forgive the expletives.

Some really smart guy-you know the type who land up in business schools and stuff- who didn’t blog said to me once: neha you write/blog when you have absolutely nothing else to do. I was pissed at the remark that demeaned my self-magnified skill so blatantly. From then on, whenever I post something I make sure somewhere in the back of my head that I have atleast one other thing to do. Today I’ve even failed in making sure of that.

This is the saddest night of my life. I think I’ve used this sentence way more than one should be allowed to but somehow every time I’ve said it I think I’ve meant it. And the same holds for today. Also, let me warn you, I will repeat this sentence many more times in the days to come, the reason being that I have now been deprived of the presence of my favourite person on this planet probably. And not for some days but for atleast two and at most four lousy years. And this is after both my sisters have left me too. There’s no way I can do a thing about it.

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When I came to Roorkee, I thought this is my turn to learn to be independent. I thought four years away from family would teach me everything there is to know about living alone, managing things on my own. But I guess I was absofuckinlutely wrong. That’s because I have not yet mentioned that I was accompanied by my dearest friend (lets call him H for the time being…he likes his privacy) in that hellhole. And that independence and doing things on my own crap; as it turns out I learnt everything with him…sometimes through him. So as a neutral person I would comment: that’s not independent learning.

News update- H left me alone to pursue stupid business crap (that’s what I call it now since I didn’t get through) and now I have to do or should I say “not do anything all day” alone. It sucks. Big time. It sucks so bad that I never thought I’d wait to go to Egypt. But now that damn desert seems a lot better than spending a worthless aimless life at home. I guess I just need something to keep me busy.

In my good times I’ve preached a lot (a lot a lot a lot) but now it somehow seems that I’ll have to learn from some of it. So they say; what goes around, comes around. I’ve preached on various occasions (and many a times to H himself) that change is constant, a part of life but I very well know saying and accepting are two very different stories.

originally posted on june 22 2007

~ by neha mehta on June 27, 2007.