Life: As I see it

I wondered why the not so pleasant commotion regarding your ex-boyfriend can be irritating at times, though he is your ex.... Hey, come on!! Give him a break. But who can explain  this to those dumb insensitive bimbos with birdie brains trying to reason out every single relationship they see around and then exclaim that they were better off as single...OH Yeah!!! As if we are dumb. I mean come-on, who wants to be left out in this world. But a few who get an option want somebody who looks smart to show it off to the rest and those who don’t, just show it all off to the rest (if you know what I mean). And so TADDA ....... you break up and end up getting suggestions about your next move....or “oh!! That guy from school was better, at-least. Please stick back to him. I can’t even tolerate your ex-o” and then you get an intense urge to slap the bitch hard and get over with it....but HEY!!! you don’t have a choice. All you do is smile or max ignore her, making her believe you don’t g...

I paced up and down, confused and demented by so many thoughts that came to my mind. I felt like a centipede who when asked how he manages to walk with so many legs, ended up on his back trying to intellectually figure it out. I got a copy of my own Bhagwat Geeta with an English translation to get an answer to my questions from the book of life. My fascination to read Geeta, died after I was constantly reminded of taking my shoes off before reading even if it was freezing cold, to read it only inside the temple and not lying on my bed, and to read it just after the bath and not anytime before or after. I don't remember the last time I went to a temple or touched the feet of an idol. Sometimes, once in a blue moon, my friend asks me to accompany her to the temple and I, out of my sisterly feeling for her, end up deviating from my route. My trip to Maheshwar and Omkareshwar was more of a "just get the hell out of Bhopal" thing than a pilgrimage. Trying to figure out where...

Emphatically, this isn’t the first time I’ve written about my metaphorical love life. Sometimes, I wonder if it's normal for someone like me—my age, my background—to think about guys as much as I do. Maybe my intensity leans toward the masculine side. If I had been born a guy, I probably would’ve been gay, simply because, well... I really like men. The first time I felt something for a boy, I was in LKG. (Yeah, I know it sounds unbelievable—but it's true.) Technically, it wasn’t a "crush" in the romantic sense—I was too young to even understand what love was—but it was definitely an attraction. He was six years older than me, and that admiration lasted six years, until he finally left school. My fascination with boys pretty much faded after I transferred to a convent school. Our only "crushes" then were on movie stars and sportsmen. I spent hours daydreaming about Akshay Kumar (still do, to be honest). But everything changed when I moved to a co-ed school...