Happy Endings

I watched a Bollywood movie after ages. It had a godforsaken plot which ended depressingly with one of the protagonists dying. It was pretty intriguing,,but, that ending destroyed the initial happy feel.

I don't want to discuss the movie. I don't like watching my favourite characters die, especially if they are cute. Aargh!

I'm a sucker for movies with fairytale endings. Okay, sometimes I wish my life were a movie with all the drama, emotions, ups and downs (and ups again); a superb climax (obviously) leading to a perfect finish, and ta da it's done! And of course, a brilliant background score to complement it. Ek dum masaaledar, as a typical Indian movie buff would put it.

 I first thought liking happy endings was kind of lame because harsh, brutal endings is what life is about and movies portraying this aspect are mature and realistic, and if one likes such movies, well ehm..ermm... one's considered to have a good taste.

Movies gotta be real. And all that.

I brooded over this for sometime and realized that I prefer the former, make-believe aspect of movies. I know the what the real thing is about. I know my life isn't a movie. But, indulging in predictable, yes even stereotyped fantasy is nice for a change, an escape from uncertainty.

Say guy X, whom I adore, who is a friend, who doesn't see me in that light, who already has a girlfriend to whom he is going to propose, suddenly realizes that he has got it all wrong (when he is already on his knees, mind you), and comes running to my doorstep to  say "It's you I have been looking for." and then pulls me close. My favorite Gary Cherone song playing in the background. Roll credits.

That's a movie (with cheesy dialogues).

Realistically speaking, I would receive a get-a-move-on slap on my face from life. My best friend would say "The sea is full of fishes! Don't worry!". Else something else would come up to distract me. No background music.

Now this is real.

Yes, it's not exactly what one wishes for. It's not stereotyped. It's far from being predictable. There is a plot, nevertheless; a plot that keeps one in dark for a lifetime. The suspense is exciting. But, sometimes the suspense tires me. I wish events could be a bit foreseeable now and then.

Solution?

Watching corny flicks occasionally.

And they lived happily ever after.

Appreciation!

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Thank you Betty, Phoenix Once Again, for encouraging me with this award!

7 random things about me huh? Ummmm..
Here goes -

• If my house were to collapse, the first thing I would grab is my guitar!
• I love bubble water baths.
• I'm dying to visit Texas, New York and Las Vegas.
• I love dogs and looking into their beautiful warm eyes makes me feel fantastic.
• I get along with elderly, old people and frankly speaking, they are loving and awesome.
• I would treat you to paani puris if you came to India!
• I like wearing glasses with nerdy black frames.

  Also I would like to give this award to 4 of my fellow bloggers!

  • Diary of a square toothed girl
  • Spill Beans
  • Skaypisms
  • Phoenix Once Again - Because you deserve this award too! :-)
  It feels great to be appreciated! Like finally. Means a lot to me Betty, lots of love! :)
  

Eye don’t know how to

Wear contact lenses.

That’s it I’m a klutz.

I was at the eye clinic today. My fourth sitting, as I valiantly tried to practice wearing contact lenses. She hates me, that doctor. It seems so and I know for sure. It’s like she wanted me out of her stupid clinic.

“Arrey baba why are you blinking so much?! Anjali, even if you come here for ten days you are never going to get it because you keep blinking.”

Then she smiled diabolically, simultaneously summing me up as a clumsy freak.

I felt foolish and totally self conscious as I tried in vain to pull the eyelids of my right eye, the way she had demonstrated, trying to insert the cup shaped lens balanced on my right index finger, onto my eye.

It was trembling. Don’t blink, don’t blink! That’s it you have got it..almost..yes..
My lens was moving closer towards my right cornea.

And then there it was.

Hanging for its life from my lashes.

I had blinked again.

The doctor sighed. “Children learn this in 15 minutes of their first sitting. Anyway I will see you tomorrow.”

a sad yet scornful smile plastered on her face. She just wanted to me to scoot.

I could feel my eyes stinging. “Oh shit I’m not going to cry for something as silly as this! C’mon!” I scolded myself inwardly. I tried to maintain my composure as I walked out of her clinic, in some sort of a dignified way.

I couldn’t maintain it for long though. I came home and burst into tears. Mom tried to hide her amusement and she comforted me.

“I’m such..an..id..idiot. All my friends who wear lenses would have never faced this problem!” I blubbered.

Mom showed me a few demonstrative YouTube videos about wearing contact lenses for the first time. She scrolled down to the comments. I couldn’t help but feel good after reading them.


There was this one that went like this -
“Thanks for putting this video up. I died at the doctors office trying to put one in for 30 minutes, and when I got home I died taking them out for bed. Haha. I found that the easiest way is to look directly at the lens and just stick it on even though it feels horrible, it’s much faster… At least for me…”

and this

“i cant do this! im sucha pussy man!!!”

So Eye’m not the only freak after all.

The Late Latif

It's never too late - never too late to start over, never too late to be happy.

- Jane Fonda

 I had a sudden urge to put down a cliched quote. So there.

My summer break is coming to an end. I went through the syllabus for the third semester. Pretty interesting. So yeah, I'm kind of looking forward to college, even though it's the onslaught of monsoon which invariably means mucky bike rides, bad hair days, abstinence from street food (Damn!), potholes, torturous traffic jams, and probably occasional colds.

Yes I know,  I'm one of those weirdos who doesn't think monsoon is awesome.

Still going to college doesn't seem to be a bad idea.
 

Summer wasn't that eventful. Yet, I notice there's been a spurt of sudden optimism within me to make the best of all the time I have in hand. 

 

 I just feel like time is running out. I'm going to turn twenty next year, and I'm ignorant about a lot of stuff. Basic stuff.

I have always been late when it comes to learning anything. Almost. I was late when it came to -

• Cooking; I should have started that a year or two ago
• Managing finances. I just learnt how to operate my debit card. (Never mind)
• Watching How I Met Your Mother. I just started watching the whole thing from scratch, two weeks ago.
• Downloading the Red Hot Chilli Peppers' latest album, that was released last year.
• Watching Inception, that was released two years ago.
• Going in for a wardrobe makeover. (I was stubborn.)

Especially when it came to realizations...

• All my close friends are NOT my best friends.
• Nobody has the time to hear me ranting miserably. Narcissism creeps in inadvertently, and they start comparing their problems with mine.
  
  Me : "So yeah, I'm really messed up. I don't know what's wrong. Do they hate me?"
  Friend : "I know what you mean, exactly. There was this time when I felt the same way. I argued with my boyfriend and..."
  
  
• There's a life beyond dating and relationships.
• I suck at being a wannabe.
• Not all boys are jackasses.
• I have turned into a couch potato.
• I'd feel happier splurging my own cash.
• I like peanut butter
• I wouldn't want to get drunk. I'm not curious either.
• Excessive gossip has a bad effect on me. I get grouchy and bitchy.
• Depression kills my appetite. 
• I need to meet new people. Depending on my old friends all the time for company hasn't helped me much.
• My mom is really cool.
• My sister is really awesome.
• My dad is fantastic.

The biggest realization - I need some change.

I'm changing as a person. I know it. I can feel it. It's probably due to the grave circumstances that had plagued my house a while ago. The somberness is still conspicuous, the only difference being that I have learnt to deal with it. Those things that really affected me earlier - a break-up, minor arguments and misunderstandings with friends, and being single - seem trivial now. I don't feel like wasting my time, getting upset over petty incidents. I don't feel like pondering. I just feel like learning something new everyday. I like working on my own. At the sane time, I desire to meet new people and visit new places. I want a taste of independence.

Wow, I know it sounds like an awe-inspiring speech that ought to be backed up by an intense realization-dawning-upon-me background music. But I mean all of it.

Sometimes, I get a complex thinking how sheltered and ignorant I had been all this while. But I guess there's still time to perfect myself, and to gain more experience.