The End.

So another semester in this humid little pesky town is wrapping up. I'm heading home for a while in the next couple of days, dragging myself back here, writing meaningless exams and then BOMBAY. =]
Somehow, by this time, each semester, I get into a reminiscing-sort-of mode, and reflect back on the months gone by. And this time, it's no different.
Each month is like a clock ticking. In the end, it always completes a full circle. You have the same triumphs, the same disputations, the same celebrations and the same reasons to be morose. But it's like every day, somehow or the other, brings up a new lesson in this never-ending, always-examining class called Life.
Every time you think you're done with work, here pops in another task.
Every time you think you're gonna give up intoxication, here pops in another ride to the same ol' place, or another pothead.
Every time you think you're gonna ace this test, here pops in the cockiest-fucking prof on the planet.
Every time you think you're gonna keep your cool with a loved one, here pops in another foolish fit of rage.
But also,
Every time you think that life is just a huge pile of bullshit, here pops in a random message from the long-lost best friend.
Every time you think that being broke is a perennial state of affairs, here pops in money from the daddy.
Every time you think that you had the worst day ever-possible in reality, here pops in a kiss from the boyfriend.
Every time you think that trying is just never enough, here pops in a celebration for winning something.

My this semester, and life in general, has been like the above-stated. I'll whine and complain about things I don't have and things I have. I'll throw a fit for making me wait, and never be on time. I'll procrastinate for ages and always curse the system. But I'll also be the most patient listener when you want me to be. I'll always be just a call away when you need me. I'll be the one with whom you'll wanna end a miserable day and start a momentous night. I'll always keep a secret, and I'll never say no to a hug.
I know, this semester, who I love, and how much I love them. And I've also learnt that people are strange, when you're a stranger. Faces look ugly, when you're alone. (The song's just stuck in my head.)
I know what I got from this semester. I know what I want. I know who I am.

Cheers.

P.S. - Boo. Miss. Love.

I Do.

With all my love for you, thanks for being around.

I truly value and cherish what we have. Deva.

That one thing that's been on my mind all day,

That one hand that I know will never let go off me, no way,

It's like, everyday, I see myself in you,

I love you with all my heart, and I know so do you.

I never get tired of the cheese between us,

And I totally love how we ignore those who make a fuss,

All the time spent with you, watching TV or sharing a meal,

Is His way of offering me His best deal,

And I take it, I accept it, and I value it, each second,

Because I know, people like you, will stick till the end,

Sharing a drink, or sharing a smile,

I'll adore you this much for the longest while,

Walking with you through your highs and lows,

Wiping away tears or making a funny pose,

All I want you to know, 'cause I know it too,

I'll be waiting, waiting for you... And I do.

Paro. =]

Catch 22

Has it always been so hard? So hard to choose? Why do you have to choose in the first place? Why does that choice exist? Why does my heart flutter when I hear him? Why do I want to let go of things that made me happy. Or atleast I thought they did. Why am I so scared of losing something that I completely forget to cherish it?
Why do we always have endless suggestions for others but choke when the same happens to us?
Why is it so hard to see other people in our shoes? Or see ourselves in their place?
Why do I have to blog about this? Why am I making a big deal? Why do people exaggerate? Why do people not give enough importance? Am I being paranoid? Am I a cling-on?
Why can't I breathe? Why does that little heart of mine give me so much pain? Why can't my neurons just stop stressing so much for one bloody minute?
Why do I love my job so much? Do I have to leave behind things, memories, friends, experiences because of it? If yes, then why do I love it in the first place?
Why is it so hard to quit college and start something with my best friend? Why do we care about people's expectations? Do we expect the same from them? Why do we burden ourselves like this?

There. You called. I'm breathing again. Thanks for existing. Don't ask me why.