Monday, January 12, 2009

I'm Inside Of A Blur

And it's like travelling by Floo powder. There are glimpses, and then there are none. There is the occasional nausea and the necessary headache. But beneath it all is the fierceness of travelling by fire, the burn of it.

Firstly, I broke my mug on New Year's Day. It was filled with intoxicant, which probably explains it. Then there was Delhi, blasts of cold weather and more fun than one could possibly pack into five days. My twenty-fifth birthday, and the realization that I can never get old, because I've been old since the day I was born. My phone was off all day because I couldn't for the life of me find a charger, so my apologies to whoever was nice enough to remember and call and got irritated at finding my phone so non-cooperative.

Delhi makes me believe that I was born to buy. Socks, curtains, jewellery, shawls and if I could have, just a little more time. The friends were gorgeous, as I expected. Fun was had, alongwith scrumptious food at every possible place between Paranthe Wali Galli and The Astronomically Expensive Big Chill Cafe. I had a moment or two of contempt for modernity at Humayun's Tomb, but that is nothing really new.

At twenty five, I'm so short of what I'd wanted to be. I'm not a millionaire doing volunteer work full time, I haven't written a single word of the book that is supposedly in me, I still don't like my looks and there's just so much I don't know. But hey, atleast I still like me, I have the most wonderful friends one could ever want, and I'm in love with a man I couldn't have dreamed up. Yay.

P.S.: - I know that imitation is supposed to be a form of flattery, but I don't include copying my posts in that category. A few bloggers were kind enough to let me know that someone named Mansi was copying my posts onto her blog, which has since been deleted. She was another one of those online magpies making a srapbook of others' thoughts and giving herself credit for it. I just want to say that just because some things are so underhanded that they don't even occur to you, it doesn't mean that no one else will go ahead and do exactly just those things. I've never given advice to bloggers before because I don't believe it's my place to do so, but if all you can do is copy others' posts, you might as well delete your blog. Trust me, we'll live.

12 comments:

Perakath said...

Mugs are very important to you?

heh? ok said...

@ perakath
more the act of breaking them. caused quite a stir, i did.

probe said...

i love your birthday way more than you do. you should see the pink gush on your face. priceless and annual. how could i afford to miss it?

you can very well be a millionaire if you open Shopping Classes. how do you always get it right?

i think i ask two many questions.
happy birthday and much love. the man wasn't dreaming until he met you :)

Dreamcatcher said...

Did you need to carry back extra bags?
Oh and my roommates say thank you as well. For the mishti :)

heh? ok said...

@ probe
shopping classes...hmmmm..

@ dc
oh, just the one extra bag. curtains are quite massive things. and you're all welcome :)

Kanupriya said...

Hey nice posts there! And yeah Delhi makes me feel exactly the way you feel...I go crazy for shopping there :D

raghu said...

on the other hand some one thinks that ur content is worth copying :D

heh? ok said...

@ kanupriya
thanks, i think it's the lajpat nagar germ.

@ raghu
yes well, like i said, i won't congratulate myself on passing a plagiarist's judgement.

Doubletake, Doublethink. said...

gah. they say imitation's the best form of flattery, and maybe it's true, but i still feel violent when something like this happens.

heh? ok said...

@ doubletake, doublethink
it was the rudest shock. i felt so very stupid for not even imagining that this might happen.

probe said...

congrats on what is new. i'll miss the old one though :)

workhard said...

Hey, interesting blog, i went to delhi last winter nice leather jackets they have there

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