DT

We were talking about studying abroad when he asked, Why I preferred the US over any other country ?
At first I could not think of any specific reason so I told him I had family there, more than anywhere else.

Even after that conversation ended, this stayed in the back of my mind. Why did I prefer the US ?
I do have close family there but I knew that wasn't the reason, neither was the fact that I saw it on the TV shows.

A few weeks later, flickering through channels, I came across Vijay Amritraj interviewing Donald Trump. It was at that moment that it struck me, why the US formed such an integral part of my dreams. It was when Trump started talking about what a success Apprentice had become that it came to me, like an epiphany almost.

The fact that I had given up on the one dream I have had since I was fourteen. I had given up on it because of the dismal dark place that my career was heading towards during graduation.

Now I am at a better place, I am going towards a better one. So even though I may not have a twelve year old postcard stuck to my table that I daydream to but now I am taking my dream back.

Trump is on !

Rainbows

Is there something at the end of this not-so-pretty rainbow ?

So you trudge along, waiting and silently cursing the difficult path. While others jump along the way, faster and happier. On some rocks you trip, others you kick while they have no rocks in their path.

So you get the plot right.

Now my question, do we all get the same pot of gold at the end ?
If yes, why ? If no, do we even get a pot of gold ?

One day. Again

A picture was all it took to convince me to write again.

A picture says a thousand words doesn’t it ?

It said to me a few, something you love isn’t given up just because you are bad at it.

And if you think about it, its true.

So I’ll write. Write about all the stupid mundane things I used to.

Lawyered

You know you are a law student :

11) While travelling in the metro, big “seat want” aunties offer you their seat when they see the five books that you are carrying weigh atleast thirty kilos.

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  2)  Watching the movie Speed : Cruise Control for the tenth time, all you can think of are the number of negligence and tort related suits that would be filed in the court in when the ship enters into the harbour city.

  3)   When you bribe naïve siblings to pretend to be judges while you as the Defendants lawyer present your      case

  4)  Anytime you start an argument, atleast one person says “ab please lawyer-giri mat jhaad”

  5) When you know what Hrithik Roshan refers to Article 21 when fighting for his life in Guzaarish

66) When Hotel Management students complain about wearing black and white to serve as stewards and the only thing you can think of is, black and white is for lawyers bitches ! 

   (Shall be updated as and when :) )

One Year

It has been exactly a year since I blogged. Well a year and one day since I wrote without being  asked.

One Day

Oh I know that when Dex puts his hand inside his pocket, he will pull out his lavender scented invitation and I know that when I turn the page Emma Morley will guide their way through the maze. I know I will dread turning the pages once Dex reaches Paris.
What I don't know is why I come back to this book again and again. It begins as a casual read, something to pass these dull summer moments by and suddenly it turns into a mystery of known facts.
I suppose its Dex and Em that pull me to read, they seem like old friends now. People I once knew an its oddly comforting to read their story again. For here there is no pretence, just plain in your face honesty.
Finding me and relating myself to a character is what I did the first time I read the book, the third or the fourth time that I am reading it now, I am not able to identify with either because they seem like people I would know in real life.

I know I am like Emma, yet I know this too that I would not have the courage to do half the things she did. At times, the emotional daftness and the false vanity of Dex is like looking into a mirror.
At the end  with Ian, Em knows in her heart that she loved him yet she was not in love with him. It makes me ponder and wonder every time I read it. It is such a difficult difference to make and yet it is one that makes all the difference.

The yearning and the desire that flows between them isn't what keeps the pages alive but rather it is the narration, its like being in the character's head. It almost seems an autobiography.

When I started the book, it seemed like a stiff upper lip British novel and I looked forward to chapters of annoyed phrases stacked together against each other and love and feelings described in single lines but instead I don't know when I fell for Em and Dex.
Em first and Dex later, you always fall for the playboy later.
The arrogance of Dex is hardly endearing but over time you discover that it conveniently hides the complicated person that he is. Em could be any girl, every girl.

As a reader you know when it is more than just a book that you are reading, it is when you feel that intense dislike for Dex or Em which lasts only until they explain, almost cajole you into understanding until you are unconsciously bobbing your head in compassion giving them permission to mess up further.

So what makes it special ?
Its not the love, their love story is highly unremarkable, cliched and predictable.
However, the journey is anything but. the ups and downs most importantly the friendship that continues irrespective anything.

This book teaches you about friendship, that bit about it which nobody teaches and nobody writes. Its about the bond, the bond between friends and the need, to discuss, for each other. It forms the foundation of it all and losing it will be fatal.

On page three hundred eighty two, Em says and I quote "Ridiculous, at thirty eight, to expect a song or book or film to change your life".
Well I am twenty one and this book though did not change my life but it did change the days of my life. Those days when I forgot everything and concentrated on the book. For if you read it, you know its not the kind that you read in chapters.
So here's to Em and Dex
and to One Day for being this brilliantly written book that I will always come back to.

(One Day by David Nichols is officially the fourth book to be added in the Forever Collection)

Habits

Once a habit now a hardly remembered memory, that’s what blogging has become sadly.

When I wonder ?

When did that need to write disappear, when did that urge to discuss and pen down the details fritter away, when did I forget about writing. Frankly I know the answers to all of them as shamed as I am to admit that.

Shamed I am to admit that I have lost a considerable amount of time I used to take out for myself. I could blame it on a thousand different things or even my favorite thing to blame “college”; but lets make this blog truthfully (unlike the other ones).

To blame I have only me.

I think it started with college, the reason that I cared for things or people which would eventually mean nothing to me. I am slow in picking up these things sadly. I became so involved in the juvenile things that happened. It was high school all over again just that I wasn’t the cool kid I was. I was the worrier, the wannabe, the acceptee.

I am not out of those clutches but I hope this knowledge that has dawned on me rather late doesn’t go futile.

Of course there are some other reasons also, the phone talking with my self confessed best friend. I think the need to talk which existed flies out of the window when another person listens. Listening is hard I have realized. You don’t need ears to listen, you need love which does sound corny. But if you don’t love a person I can indemnify that you wouldn’t bother to listen.

A theory to test out eh ?

Be careful this theory may not work on girls in case of absolutely lip smacking gossip.

Scarlett ensures that blogger wont work on her system hence to ensure regular posts I have to wait to get an actual smartphone.

However, I Bluebutterfly solemnly promise to tell the truth and only the truth and nothing besides the truth irrespective of however gruesome, hurtful or rude it may be.