...this is what she called Home.

I love this city...I love it to its deep core. I love the warmth of this city, its chilly and biting winters, its summers, its dust, its challenges, its fast life, its calm and serene evenings, its dewy nights...

You see people walking on street wearing no slippers, and their feet don't get dirty. The children play around till midnight and not study, and they are not called dumb. People don't look at you and judge you from the latest model of your black block of plastic named after a fruit. You walk around in your jammies and messed up hair, and people would still smile at you, and not laugh on you. You don't cry in a movie here in this city, but looking at the sunset. You dance while walking down your building, and chances are, your neighbour would shout at you, "Hey! once more!" The women probably aren't the miss worlds and miss universes, but they still look like they can win the world and the universe with just a smile of theirs!

And, as far as my memory serves me right, this is the city where she has always been, and still is. In the heart of the city, yet so far away from it. She loves this city as much as I do. Maybe even more. Mornings are calculated. Every minute counts. Every second endured, is a second lesser. She walks with such pride in her eyes and elegance in her walk, it is hard to say she is just a beginner in the race of life. But she tumbles; falls down too. Gets hurt. Bleeds. But before you know it, she's up and walking again.

And she still walks, and walk on, she must..

Happiness?

Sometimes, it's amazing how the smallest of things can make one so happy. And, today was one of those days for me. :)
I had gone to the college to attend the only two lectures that we had, and yes! We, the DU kids, don't have many classes a day. If I ever say, "I had a very long day today", that would probably translate to this, "Dude, don't mess with me, I had to get up early in the morning today at 9 and I had to attend FOUR bloody-long lectures today, and yes, I am feeling cranky because of this!" :P

Anyway, so I went to college and since I wasn't feeling good today, I decided I would go back home early without attending the second lecture. I went to the teacher who was supposed to take the second lecture and asked her if I could leave. She permitted me to leave, but before I could leave, she suggested me to have a look at the answer that she had corrected for me. I, half-heartedly, agreed. Obviously, who would want to know that you haven't scored well, I am no exception, after all.

Antara ma'am took out the bundle of sheets and handed them over to me, so that I could pick out my answer script. And, I started going through the names of all kinds: muggers, intellectuals, and people like me. And then my heart felt happy for a nanosecond...*yay! there's my name!*...and then the very next moment it dawned upon me...*dude, you found your paper?! Wtf?! You could've taken longer to find your sheet, huh?!* So I started reading my paper, and amazingly enough, I had scored decent, in fact, a little above decent too. 9 on 15. Not too bad for a literature student. :D And then I noticed something on the first paper, my teacher had written a remark which said, "A very nice way to begin the answer! :) (complete with the smiley!)" And trust me, I felt so freaking happy! But my teacher noticed me smiling like an idiot, and said, "Tanushri, you do know you could've done way way better than that, right? I am disappointed!", and I felt happier listening to this. She feels disappointed in me? Awesome. She thinks I can do better than this...great!! And this is because I didn't think I can.
Obviously, now I do.
:)

(Smileys are good, aren't they?)

21st!

Today, on January 19, 2011, I turned 21. And yes! I feel old already. :( (But, looking at some amazingly "mature" people around me, I don't feel all that bad. :P Man, I could probably do with some etiquettes!)
So, yes...going back to where I started from, I turned 21 today(wow, this still has its sting! :P) and my day started with me oversleeping, as usual, when I am actually expected to get up and going already. What can I say, it's just, oh well, me. :)

I would have started this particular paragraph with the description of how my day was, but not that, and before anything else, I realise, I owe my parents a B-I-G thanks for making me happen to this world!(I sometimes wonder if I can ever write something without sounding arrogant or rude! :S) Without my parents' decision of getting married to each other and having me as their first born baby, I won't have been here, writing this while contemplating whether I really want to go workout tonight or not(oh yes! I exercise at 1AM. My parents think it's some childhood problem of mine that I can't ever do the stuff on time that belongs to the Sun, and those belonging to the Moon. I, most of the times, end up messing up the both. Again, what can I say!) Anyway, I think I would workout, or maybe I won't. Maybe I should, but who would care if I won't? Damn it, here I go off the line again! So, yes, I love you, Maa and Pa. Even though I might sound drunk right now to say such sentimental-wet-tissue stuff, but I would make you both proud someday. Someday, not too far from today. *sings-"I will be your star, baby!!"* Wink!

There're people who make life better, and then there're people who make your life happen the way it almost-ideally should. And then there's another category of people. These people make you believe with all of your self that, you're indeed a star for them! I have been lucky to find these three categories together in my friends.
I wish I could name names, and make these people know how much they mean to me. But all I can say is, I love this girl who cried with me before my Science exam because I hadn't completed the chapter Magnestism and its effects, and freaks out more than I should for some mistake that I make. I love this guy who went with me to the dry cleaners' store and abused me all the way on his bike for making him come out in the cold. I love this girl who calls me weird names and begins each and every conversation of hers, without fail, over the phone with some beautiful, classic Hindi abuses. I love this guy who thinks I am evil and calls me his "Evil Twin". I love this guy who calls me 'Tanushii' and, no matter what, never fails to let go of an opportunity to insult me. I love this friend of my mom's, who I treat as my non-biological mother. And then I love this guy because of whom I am what you know me as, because of whom, I am me. And some more who still think I can manage Science and Mathematics. :D

Thank you all for being as stupid as you guys are(of course, excluding all the elders!). You make me feel so much better about me. Remain silly, stupid and dense. I love you all! :)

Finally, here!

So, well...after all these years of being coaxed to start writing blogs(by I-won't-even-remember-who-not!), I am finally here! *taa-daa*(There's supposed to be some heroic/cool tune played for a moment or two after this, you know, to...sort of...make it 'appear' awesome, but well, I can only swear at Google...so here it goes: Damn you, Google!)

I will have to be absolutely honest here, I am pretty shy to show what I write and more importantly why I write. I usually write just for the sake of writing, and sometimes to remind myself how amazing a writer I am(and modesty isn't exactly my forte, you will see! :P) Half the things, I write, won't make any sense to any sanity loving human being, you probably not being an exception! Wink!

But, abstract writing means the world to me, of course, there's another thing which means more than the world to me, but as of now, I would just stick to 'The World' only. :)

PS: Of course I was kidding about the I-am-an-amazing-writer thing, or maybe I wasn't. ;)