Sunday, August 28, 2011

Late Night Heroes!

When the nights are darker than usual and lonier that ever, there are some people who stay awake just for you. You have the most random discussions; share the most intimate moments and the cutest confessions at this hour. The night brings out the best in people.

This post is for all my late night heroes!

Dushyanth- first love!

Of course you’re my first late night buddy. Remember we waited for you to be in Bombay so we could activate the night calling scheme to talk all night? It was our favorite music in the background and long discussions that made nights the most awesome time for me!


You are the reason I am an owl. The habit of staying awake and talking till dawn started because of you and continued and will continue forever I guess.You are awesome at keeping me entertained and you’re possibly one of the few people I never ever get bored with.


I can have the most random serious discussions with you. Sex, relationships, society, social issues, guys! All of that can happen only with you.


You stay awake for me when no one else does. Absolutely boring me to death and educating me about the different late night munchies but being there in my most lonely times telling me it will be good. You make me comfortable like no one else can.

Pratik-fucked up! (in the not-so-bad-way)

We have never had many late night “discussions” (until recently of course), they are more of fights. But it’s the end that makes those times special. The end where everything is okay. Where you stay by my side. Where you tell me its okay.

Priyanka- partner!

If I am depressed in the night and I have no one there, I have not spoken to you in ages, I will still call you because well, you’re my fellow owl. Probably the only one awake that late in the night. And I know you will listen, not only because you don’t have a choice but also because you are always there when I need you.

Harsh-unquestionable love! ( from his side , because he is awesome! )

I know I am more of the ditcher with you. But this is my post. So no bad things about me. The point is I know you will be there. And you are there. And I love you. And I am going to marry you someday because you are awesome! (Embarrassed?)

Ritu- comfort!

You’re my roommate so you have no option but to sit and here. Its so adorable when I am upset and you look at me and you know and you come sit on my bed in the most annoying way and ask me “kya hua? “ and the first thing I do (the most predictable one) I start crying and you hug me and we sit talking there for hours. Ahhh… what would I do if I didn’t have you?


Maaannn you’re just there. You’re awesome. You don’t judge me. You tell me I am being a bitch when I am being a bitch and tell me I am right when I am right. You’re probably the most honest friend and one of the most important people to me.


The amount I have spoken to you at night is like I never ever have. The things, the smiles, the moments, the feelings we have shared together are THE most memorable and special one’s ever!

And etc. etc.

There have been so many who have come and gone. Nights have brought some of the most memorable memories with them for me.

Writing this makes me realize how many of you’ll I have right now.* Touch wood *. And how I would never want to lose any one of you’ll. Just be as awesome as now. Tolerate me like you always have. And this love will continue. Always!

p.s: the names are not in line of preference but are arranged in a way my heart travels! (philosophical eh? )

Monday, August 22, 2011

And Still.....

I still hold a plate in my hand when I eat Choco bar like I did when I was 4!

I still run like a duck and trip and fall and twist my ankle a gazillion times when I walk.

I still hate eating bananas

I still have Maggie and khichadi with ketchup

I still cry whenever I can

I still have severe shoe bites when I wear any footwear the first time.

I still think Raj, Rahul, Dev, Etc are real.

I still love watching movies - first day first show.

My dad’s stomach is still the best place to lie down on.

My mom is still the first person to come to my mind when I want something.

I am still as protective (or much more) about my brother like I was when he was 2.

I still love the first guy who gave me butterflies in my stomach (and he still does)

I still stalk my first boy friend

I still don’t know how to cut my nails.

I still apply Vicks on my leg when they hurt.

My mum is still the only person who can actually put me off to sleep.

My grandmother’s are still the strongest women I have known.

Jhama is still the only place that makes “good” mithai according to me.

Chembur is still the place that has all the possible things I want.

Marine drive is still the place that has all the answers.

Rains are still the most beautiful time of the year.

I still wish to leave the house only after my mum kisses me on my forehead.

My dad is still the luckiest person to be with.

There are so many things about me that have been with me since childhood. I have grown up. I have changed. I know much more than what I did. I have too many sides to me. I have opinions. I fight, I argue and I DON’T listen. But I am still the 5 year old Diu who couldn’t do a thing without her mum, I am the same girl who loved holding her brother’s hand throughout the day and I am the same inquisitive, imaginative little girl who’s day need on her dad’s stomach.

Its funny how everything in my life kept changing and I still always remained the same dreamy , stubborn , curious , over dramatic divya!

P.s: Thank you Ma, Pa and Patu for being more than a family. Thank you for being my bestest friends. Thank you for my childhood. Thank you for the Habits that make me who I am! Today when I am away from you’ll it just makes me realize that wherever I go, whatever I am, you complete me!

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Writer's Block- when my imaginary friends don't talk to me!

For the last Six Months apart from blogging, I have been working on various stories. After writing over 25 disjointed scenes and conceptualizing around 4 stories I am suffering since the past one and a half month from something known as the "Writer's Block".

My stories are incomplete, my blog is inactive and I am almost suicidal.I absolutely blame this on my new "extraordinary" lifestyle of course.Give me my ideas back dammit!

P.s: I can’t believe I could write even this much! I shall probably treat myself to an ice cream. *temporarily cheerful*

P.p.s: my blog is so colorful!