Needs new. More new.

I do not like blogging in blogspot anymore. There's so much to write about. A new job, a new town, new people, new friends..if I can call them so..and ofcourse new life.

Yes, I must write something about my new life in Bombay. But, I don't like blogging anymore in this old format. I need new things.

I want everything to turn new with a blink of my eye.

Please happen soon. Otherwise I might never come back. And ofcourse I am lying.

Writing is my life now.

Absolute Blah...

life is a big fat bitch.
and so is the world.
but.
some things are sweet.
Its just a phase, maybe it’ll pass
But just as long as it lasts…I’ll smile,
wont you too?
Even half a smile will do
(:

Heart broken? Nah!

It happens every time. I like a guy..like him more...like him crazily..start dating, get trapped in an emotion which has no name. Every thing seems Bollywood. But soon after the oh-so-cute-guy turns into the biggest nightmare. I have no clue why how and when I turn these guys into an intolerable species called, 'obsessed'. My journalism fails to answer all these questions.

I hate being judged. I have made that clear to every single person I met. I don't judge you...so why the hell would you?If you don't like me, don't pretend to be friends.Go and bury yourself somewhere else.

I have no clue why does it happen to me everytime..

No.no more heartbreaks. The heart is already broken. But the man I thought had the perfect glue to fix it, couldn't. Smashed it a lil' more. A bad engineer, I would say.:)

P.S. : I am picking up the broken pieces. A few seems missing. But doesn't matter. Ill take care of the ones that's left.

I sincerely wish I didn't have a heart.It just wouldn't hurt so much.

Unexpected always..

Things have been unexpected for me all the time...

eight months in ACJ...
I thought I would hate the place, and life would be difficult..
but 60 more days is not enough to absorb the love that's all around in the air.

Made some great friends.
Learnt more than I expected.

And most of all...learnt to be on my own. :)

Things to happen for the good.

P.S. I just came back this morning, after a nice weekend at home.delicious food!
I sit here in the lab, with my sore foot high up on the air. It hurts.:(

Yet, it dosen't matter anymore...I have learnt how to be on my OWN.