Lessons

Star World, it seems has taken upon itself to educate the younger generation about the joys of TV series extending beyond five seasons.

It recently came back with Grey's Anatomy, everyday at ten o' clock.

I have not been watching everyday mostly because I cannot stand Meredith and Derek. To tell you honestly, I am waiting for Hunt to return and spar with Yang. I like my love stories with a little fight between the lovers and not with the others.

Anyway, what I have realized is that life is not like Grey's Anatomy. Save me the roll of  eyes saying "told you so".

I did think so. I thought you could describe your feelings to someone as it came to your mind without thinking, that eventually you could fall in love with your friend and it could be all you wanted and a hundred other things you assumed.

I was eighteen. I was naive. So yes, my younger Grey's watchers don't expect life to unfold like Meredith's.

You cannot express your feelings to another person as they are in your head. They need to be moulded and created accordingly.

So even though it may seem so easy to go upto another and say what you think, here are repercussions to that. 

Things about me

I pray for this every damn time !
Except when its Mum.

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.