tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14578368641904414472024-02-07T05:43:39.831-08:00My Happy PlaceThings which make me Smile, make me Laugh, make me Happy :)Surbhihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11043308641131670168noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457836864190441447.post-35824279346741409472013-03-05T04:37:00.001-08:002013-03-14T07:38:00.471-07:00#18 Nostalgia.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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No, it doesn't really fit into my list of happy things. But somehow it does. Sure, it makes me cry. But it makes me smile too. A sad smile, but a smile nonetheless.<br />
Raghav.<br />
He was my best friend. The sunshine in my life. The guy who taught me how to take life less seriously and smile stupidly at everyone. He made me laugh so much. His smile was contagious. Even if I were mad at him, he could change my mood in a minute. He knew me so well, all my weaknesses, all my moods, my expressions. I loved being a kid with him, joking around, having fun.<br />
We got into college, met new people, matured. That one year when I was so lost in the sudden adulthood, he was there. And I can never thank him enough for being the best friend I needed. But when we started fighting a lot, I knew our time had ended. Maybe he was sent into my life for a reason. Maybe we both needed each other that time. To keep us sane, to keep us happy. We laughed, we cried, we kind of grew up together.<br />
It was an amazing one year.<br />
I miss my best friend. The easy talking, the comfort, the happiness.<br />
Saying bye to him is like saying bye to my school life, my childhood, innocence. And I can't do that. They're the best memories I have and will ever have.<br />
Time.<br />
That's what people say. Give it time and you guys will let go of the cold barrier and be friends again. Give time and you will realise that it's a good decision to not drag things. We realised that we weren't so compatible as lovers after all and we wanted different things in life and from each other. So yes, it was a pretty mature decision to end it.<br />
But the time between the end and the new beginning is the void that I hate.<br />
For me, he will always be Gulli. And what we had, will always be a Gulli-Sur. Now that he has become Raghav and I have become Surbhi, it's bound to be different.<br />
I really can never thank him enough for being there when I was so lost in the world. He helped me find myself again. I look at things lightly because of him.<br />
I don't know if we will be friends again or not. Or if the awkwardness between us go, if we ever meet. But I do know that we will be just fine. I know us that much.<br />
Somethings can't come back. Some mistakes can't be undone. Somethings can't be unsaid. But it all teaches you something. And because there's something good coming out of any stinky situation, it's all okay.<br />
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Walked by your house today<br />
Hoped you’d be at the window<br />
But you weren’t.<br />
Couldn’t even call you up,<br />
To say as I used to<br />
When things used to be different.<br />
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Yes I do think about you<br />
Yes I miss your presence<br />
In my life now.<br />
I’ve let go of the blame game<br />
But let go of my best friend,<br />
I don’t know how.<br />
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I don’t know how much time<br />
It would take, or if ever<br />
We will laugh together again.<br />
I’d keep hoping that one day,<br />
I’d see you waving back<br />
From that window pane.<br />
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5th February, 2013</div>
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The feeling of FEELING. Happiness, anger, jealousy, pride, satisfaction, love. The feeling of realization that you're alive, that your heart is still beating.<br />
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No, it's not a daily thing. But it's still epic.<div>
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When your heartbeat is the only sound you hear. When you're standing on the edge and thinking isn't allowed. When you just gotta let go and JUMP.<br />
One of the best feelings I've had. The feeling of fear, excitement, what-the-hell-was-I-thinking, falling under gravity and the final feeling of victory over yourself. Nothing beats it.<br />
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Yes, bets are included.<br />
Yes, dares are included.<br />
Because it's not the other person you're showing what you're worth. It's yourself.<br />
I danced on stage after 10 years of stage fright. It felt liberating, easy and totally satisfying.<br />
I went swimming after 8 years of no-swimming. I thought I'd forgotten, but turns out I haven't. That first lap, without stopping, gave such a warm feeling :D<br />
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I spent a week at my grandparents' house recently and one thing that always got a smile on my face was seeing them give each that coy smile, that naughty look, that only-they-know-what-it-means comment. They've been married 41 years and seeing them so much in love still, is just wow. Watching them dance together on their anniversary party was the cutest thing I'd seen in a long time ;)<br />
Yes, love exists. Really.<br />
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I love to drive. But I have a pathetic road sense. So I tend to get lost a lot of times. But if I have a road genius sitting next to me, nothing beats driving combined with good music. Windows down, hair open, windy weather. What more can I want from life?<br />
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I LOVE surprises!!!! So much so, I ask my best friend to give me a surprise birthday party every year. From the secretive glances from people all week long, to the excitement building up and the final "SURPRISE"!!! And surprise visits from friends! Specially when they coordinate with other friends and let you have NO clue at all! Or when they land up at your house anytime! What a feel. </div>Surbhihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11043308641131670168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457836864190441447.post-87190837148687634682012-07-27T05:27:00.001-07:002012-07-27T05:27:29.238-07:00#9 Canteen ke Samose<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Ok my college canteen's samose are plain AWESOME. I hate peas and these samose are the only ones in the world which are without peas. It's like, if you haven't eaten Hindu ka samosa, what have you eaten in life?<br />
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This is a new happy thing. Just experienced it an hour ago. Watching the cars go by knowing that the people are so busy, it brings a smile to my face. Why? Because I still have time with me. I can still sit on the side with a best friend and have chocolate. Talk and laugh and smile.<br />
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If you don't know the art of swinging, you've had a very boring childhood. And adulthood. Swings, see-saws, slides and merry-go-rounds. There should be compulsory lessons for these in school. <span style="background-color: white;">Throw your shoes in the air, race with friends, act like batman and climb the slide from the down to up, balance your weight on a see-saw, there's a whole course!</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span style="background-color: white;">If you've never thrown you head back down and let your hair sweep the ground on a swing, you're really missing out! Under the stars or in the rain, swinging is THE thing to do.</span><br />
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Clouds! Cool weather! Puddles! Jumping! Mud! Splashing! Cold! Waterrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!<br />
Need I say more?<br />
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Okay so college has started and metro is back in life. So are the couples which come free with it. Total entertainment, complete amusement. In this heat, gardens and forts aren't feasible places to meet your lover so the AC-metro will do, won't it? Hel-lo! There are all sorts of people looking at you! The old uncles who can't keep themselves from scratching in places, the aunties who keep thinking "what has happened to this world?", the kids who go like "bhaiya, didi, nice movie!" and there are people like me, who're just very amused by such public displays of affection. Holding hands over the metro pole, guy towering over the girl in a corner or even kissing. Yes, kissing. Also, there are people who talk on the phone as if they don't know that we can listen too. Ok, of course they don't know, otherwise why would they. Then there are the station stairs. Another perfect spot. There's never a boring day in the metro, never. Thanks to these couples.<br />
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thing but it’s very important because it’s what makes me ME. Be it my dad, who
is also my best friend, with whom I can talk about anything and everything or
my mom who makes me a better human, even if it’s through scolding most of the
time. My brothers provide great source of entertainment in the house. Be it
putting toothpaste on one’s face to wake him up or going for secret drives
together. And of course, without Snowy’s super-activeness, the house just
doesn’t seem complete. Home is where I can dance funnily and people won’t
laugh, they’ll join me. Home is where I can be my best and my worst and I’ll
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I don't get how my earphones get so tangled up in the bag. When I keep them there, they're all cool and nice and when I take them out, BOOM. It's like a mind game, untying the knots as fast as you can, without getting irritated and throwing them on someone's face. But the feeling when I have the earphones in my head, all ready to be used, wow. Bliss. Let the music now play.</div>Surbhihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11043308641131670168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457836864190441447.post-50670615675821930952012-07-22T03:32:00.001-07:002012-07-22T03:33:27.979-07:00#1 Opening the last box in the new house!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I recently shifted to a new place and this feeling, when you set up the last stuff, is simply awesome. The old house had started being in a mess for 2-3 months and then this new house was a mess for so long. It's a great feeling to sit on the couch, completely exhasuted and look at the place you just finished setting up :D</div>Surbhihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11043308641131670168noreply@blogger.com0