Down The Hallmark Aisle

I find buying a card harder than buying a gift for someone. Even when I put effort into a card, I can’t pick out a good one. I find walking down that Hallmark card aisle quite depressing. It reminds you how short life is because it’s actually like a little metaphor for life. You’re walking down the aisle reading each category of cards, “Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday, Congrats on Your Graduation, Congrats on Your Wedding, Congrats on The New Baby, Get Well Soon, Sorry to Hear about Your Loss.” That’s all life is! I was sick two weeks ago and someone sent me the “Get Well Soon” card, and I thought, “Oh shoot! I’m only one shelf away!” It’s scary. They should just sell cards that say, “Congrats! You’re Five-Eighths of The Way Through Life!” If they did that, we would only need two sections at the card store—Smokers and Non-Smokers. Of course, there would be a few less cards in the Smokers section.

And its terrible when you have to buy a card for your significant other. You have to walk down the relationship card aisle, and it too is like a little metaphor for the relationship. The categories are “I Miss You, I Love You, Happy Anniversary, Happy Anniversary, Hope We Can Stay Friends.” It’s the perfect chronology.

I think Hallmark may be on to something. Their new Journeys line of cards looks to address such diverse and sensitive issues such as cancer, infertility, depression and coming out (like I need to shout that out to the world!) You know situations that just beg for a canned show of support penned by a complete stranger.

Hallmark cards for people with cancer have rhymes like: Cancer is a villain who doesn't play fair... but it can't dim your spirit, and it can't silence prayer and a more jaunty: One year free of the Big Bad C.

But then again, these cards may be more effective than they appear at first glance. I know if I were a smoker, the mere threat of getting one of these cards would be enough to make me quit cigarettes for good.

Think about it… hehe ;-)

We will not fall in love… now. Not yet.

The past is always seen in a different light
The feelings you have in the present seem much more than what you actually had at that time.
Then again, we don’t realize the importance of something until that becomes a memory

We don’t fall in love at the right time.
We fall in love with the memories.

Stars are glittering in your eyes.
We see each other in the beautiful rain
And these memories will be in my unhappy heart.
When nothing is left.
I will not fall in love now.
I will love later.

I will fall in love with the memories.

Version 2.1

They say, live as long as you may. The first twenty years are the longest half of your life. Well I am glad that I am done with that now.
They also say that birthdays are good for you. Statistics show that the people who have the most live the longest. ;-)
The weirdest of things happen on my special day. I end up telling crazy stories and learn valuable lessons along the way. Since I am supposed to be another year wiser now, and have successful completed 21 birthdays, let me share a couple of things I have learned from my birthdays:

• If you decide to take the cake to the birthday girl’s at midnight, make sure you have a candle so that she doesn’t have to make a wish on a lighter. Also, take the cutting knife so that she doesn’t end up cutting the cake with a fork (or a chop stick which we later found in my room)
• The early birthday wish time is midnight to 1am, please know that it is not at 3am or 4 am or 5am. If you happen to miss that one hour to wish the person, wait till the next morning and have that person sleep in peace, it is after all, her birthday.
• It is a good idea to let the birthday girl know that you have decorated her door with props and breakable door hangers so that she can open the door SLOWLY without causing any damage.
• If the most random people on campus wish you happy birthday, people who really shouldn’t know that it is your birthday, just believe that there must be flyers around campus about the birthday or a campus wide email must have gone out and your friends are behind it (in my case, it was a flyer)
• Never ever, ever, ever let a guy plan a birthday party. Guys suck when it comes to planning. Your birthday party will be a disaster if a guy tries to plan out. Trust me.
• It’s a good idea to have multiple different friends at different places, you get multiple parties and dinner-outs—all paid for!
• If you find your best friend tapping on your shoulder and asking whether you have already gotten your ticket while you are standing in a line to get in the theater and that best friend is supposed to be living 3 hrs away and had no plans whatsoever to come to your birthday—know that there is something wrong with that picture.

So, my dear readers, yours truly has been updated to version 2.1, with many new and exciting features!
Thank you for sticking around for this long : -)

My Heart Belongs To You

I am a lover.

I remember… my color was black, the material was leather, the seduction was beauty, my justification was honesty, and the aim was ecstasy...

I came to seduce you into a love of life; to help you become a little more poetic; to help you die to the mundane and the ordinary so that the extraordinary would explode in your life.

I was then silently drawn by the pull of who I loved, which engulfed me with spellbinding grace and haunted inwardness. It forced me to dream. After becoming a dreamer I could only find my way by moonlight and my punishment was that I saw the dawn before the rest of the world.

I am a poet. I write memories I seize nothing inside. There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination, as I try to do, and poetry, my friend, is an odd jealousy—the poet never finds himself near enough to his object.

My life seems like a patchwork - here and there. Scraps of pleasure and despair joined together, hit or miss.

I want to remain a lover—eternally. Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absent-minded. Someone sober will worry about events going badly. Let the lover be.

Life Is Funny (9)

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*real incidents and quote from the crazy little thing called life.. enjoy :-)

"This is the kind of week suicides are made of."
-Alyson, on Scott's overloaded week of work


*Students in the class are talking*
Prof: Would you please talk, class?
Katie & Ann: Okay!
Prof: I wanna feel like I’m in command, that’s all. TALK DAMMIT!


"The problem with political jokes is they get elected."
-My Political Science professor.


"Blaaaaaaaah LSATs. You'd think the questions would have some sort of relevance to things that, you know, make sense. But no. It's more like...

Question: "If Mike talks to a muffin and Allison eats a monkey, can you rightfully assume that Zach is blue on Thursdays?"

(A) Yes
(B) No
(C) Nes
(D) Yo
(E) It's irrelevant, since the monkey was partially dyslexic and happy to be consumed

The thing is, I just don't know the answer."
-Raaji, really frustrated with the exams


I respect your opinions about the movie as long as they don't conflict with mine
-Faz, in love with the Dark Knight


So now how do we deal with this problem? Should we start drinking at this point?
-Sociology Prof, trying to solve a problem in random sampling and probability


*during a conversation about crushes*
Raaji: bhi aur kis per crush hoa mujhe? When I was in middle school I had a crush on Tom Cruise but that doesnt count, he is a celebrity
*thinks*
waisay... agger kisi larki ko pasand kertey ho tu does that count as a crush? (hahaha)
E: Larki ko!! dekha aur raho larko’n k sath zada… aisay hi ho jata hai banda phir
-notorious on being more guy-like

Quietly

I keep pushing the limits and keep testing the boundaries which were so rigidly predefined in my mind before. Ever since this illusion has shattered, all avenues have opened to be explored. I've been feeling quite overwhelmed by the options I have before me.

It's interesting to learn for yourself that reality is what you make of it. You define for yourself what and who you accept to be real and to what extent. A forbidden thought, whispered by the smallest of voices in your head in the dead of the night, can be more real for you than the most glaring of truths screamed at you in blinding daylight. Reality is what you allow it to be. Reality is what you choose to accept it to be. And inasmuch, there are limitless opportunities before us.

The further I go from you, the closer I seem to keep you. You defy all logical sense. So I long since accepted you to be the exception to every rule I came up with. Rules which I needed to make sense of my life. Codes of behavior I take everyone else to task with. But you…you I have always let slip through the loopholes in every situation. You, I have always made excuses for. You….

..not because you needed it. Which really is the catch.

We tend to overlook things we shouldn't. And look over things we needn't.
I spoke of gifts of hedonistic pleasure at one point in life. You gave me gifts far beyond any I received so far, and frankly, far beyond any I hope to ever receive again. Simply because I cannot imagine anyone else doing for me what you do "Quietly"

Thank you.