Of Ramblings

Chintu, Choot, Da Loser!, nicknames weirder than these, are whispered from all sides by my ever-supportive friends as He comes into view. Hmmm...black kurta today over...uh...damn, man don't u ever change out of those pants!

Slimy conversations over a hot cuppa sweet tea outside Hegde, while the weathered awning protects us from the rain; soaking up some good Vitamin D on the steps of Om Sai,chomping down Bun Bhurji and trying to mooch a tenner out of Rudra; my hysterical giggles on long walks where I switch between playing agony aunt to a childish schoolgirl. Memories...and he's not a part of even a single one.
The stolen glances are so passé...

Had a long talk with Amit Chatterjee...his life, mine, my moonings, his adjustments. law skul angst everywhere, possibly the only bond all 400 of us share besides mindless malicious gossip...oh but i used 'mindless' didn't I?
We both want to escape...this place...I sometimes feel like starting over. One more chance to choose more wisely, to make better decisions, to live it all over again. The one thing i've always avoided is the one thing i have begun to live with - Regret (the R in caps is just to dramatize the effect...i can't help be the Drama Queen that i am). He has had it difficult, I made the mistakes that i did. I guess we both are struggling to grow up in the only ways we know how, he with his quiet rebelliousness to get out of the rut and I stubbornly defiant of any wrinkle in my nicely-laid dreams.Will we succeed? I no longer identify with Meenakshi...I only see glimpses of her in me, like those absurdly cracked reflections u catch of urself in those vertically long multiple mirrors in a store...one after the other..there she is...nope disappeared again!

My dominant mood cannot be described as peaceful.