Hurt...

Its been six months since that fateful day in college..I thought I'd moved on. I'd thought that it wouldn't affect me now. I thought I'd left it behind. But it still hurts. Like a knife through the heart. More than I could've thought it would. It hurts so much.

Some who will understand this, will rejoice. For the wrong reasons. You have no idea why it hurts me, and maybe all of us, so much. Its because we care too damn much. You won't understand, you can't understand. Someday we'll stop caring. And maybe on that day, we'll find our peace. And still, a part of me never wants that peace, because we never want to stop caring.

As Ben Franklin said, "Those things that hurt, Instruct." Let's hope I'm a better student now than what I was in the recent past. At least, let me have the sense to never repeat this mistake again.

Amen.

Alone

Being alone is cold. That's what they say. Its not, not always. It can be hot. Sweaty,even. Drinking in the musk of your sweat because you aren't bothered to wipe it off. Because you're alone. Not really, no. There are people around. But they don't see you. Neither do you. They dont mean anything. You dont understand them. They dont understand you. They dont know you. They dont care. You dont care. Why? Because you're alone. Oh, so alone.

IndiBlogging

Went to IndiBlogger.

Created an account.

Asked for approval to join.

Approval was granted.

Made my first forum post.

.......Continued to post regularly here???

Only time will tell....

P.S.: Did the same with Blogadda.

Testing..

Testing out the email your blog post feature..

Also wondering if I should take up poetry a la Ogden Nash..

Birthday..

Happy Birthday, Mr. M.K. Gandhi, although you're long gone.

Trouble with my blogging is I dont want to write unless I have a strong/currently strong fixed opinion or hard facts..and mostly, I have neither..

Damn it..

yumms...

- Heard that a lot of interest in Kamb'akhthoo' Ishq was generated coz Kareena Kapoor happened to be in a bikini...really?? Of course, it might have been utter rubbish, because of the fact that I heard it on a news channel..But still, Amrita Arora in the same movie rocked the bazangas out of the hotness scale in that rewind sequence of a couple of minutes, and in general was far more confident, un-self-conscious and HOTTER in a bikini than anorexia queen...

- just noticed that Sagarika Ghatge has amazing lips, going by the promo posters of Fox

- Takia's takiyas are back !! just might catch up on Wanted for those reasons...the South Indian in me expresses himself in weird ways

- I must be the sole male (and maybe human being) in the Asian subcontinent who thinks that Katrina Kaif looks, well, weird...

Those...

Its just one of those days..when I have the entire day stretching out in front of me..I've managed to get a decent internet connection for a change for the first time in a month or so..I open up this page and I get absolutely nothing..

Why, why, why is it so tough to write sometimes and so perfectly natural at others ?? like the previous one...I wrote it on my mobile in the middle of the night and it took me barely a couple of minutes..

Even these lines seem so forced..as if to justify the opening of this page...

Discipline, Mental...

P.S.: Was my PlaceCom Mentor who introduced me to Trebuchet; me being under orders not to send any mail in any other font, under pain of getting screwed, not a case of love at first sight, like with Monotype Corsiva, but has grown on me to the point where I try to keep it as default as far as possible...