We are alone, together.

You know, the entire day things happen and I go like, hmm... I should write about this on my blog. And now when the time comes to type, I have actually forgotten each one of them thoughts. Goddamn!

So some of the thoughts I can remember...

1) I don't see what's wrong in not wanting to celebrate my birthday. AND don't play that 'you always get so excited for your birthday! What happened this year?" Last year, I had my math prelim paper on my birthday (which was on a Monday btw, and I HATE MONDAYS!) and a French one the next day... And you tell me I am excited for my birthdays.

2) People assume I'm not fine but I am. I so totally am! I mean it. Go on, don't believe me but I am, okay? Hmmph! For the first time, I am. As much as you claim to know the differences in my voice, tone, style of dressing (wtf?) and behaviour, have you ever considered the fact that I might have changed a teeny tiny bit? Not totally, though. I am still the one you can always depend on and the one who'd give you new music.

3) I like Hindi, okay? I mean, it is our national language after all. Agar mujhe Hindi me baat karna accha lag ta hain, uska matlab nahin ki mein Angrezi mein theek se baat nahi kar sakti hoon. (Just cuz I like talking in Hindi doesn't mean I can't talk in English) I am actually pretty fluent in English. Screw YOU, illiterate people.

So now for the nagging thought of the day. (yesterday but I was too tired/stoned to blog)

We are alone, together. Are those the words single friends (mostly girls) say to each other? To convince themselves that being alone is fine? Ah, it isn't really. But come on! There is definitely something wrong with that sentence.

But we are alone, together, right? All my single ladies, all my single ladies, put your hands up!

Okay, THAT was lame! But I was just talking about the video with one of my male friends and realized that YESH, THAT was HOT! I gotta start remembering things man. Like I completely forgot the video and it's so not worth forgetting.

ANYWAY... As I was saying... We are all alone, together... In this world, this teeny tiny world... Where people matter (or should anyway).

I have just realized why I am 'alone' though, I am insensitive, my 'id' works in overdrive and I hurt people, A LOT. I apoplogize, thoroughly to everyone I have hurt... And we all are alone, together...

P.S- Thank you Natasha Periera, Rashmi Narkar(er?) and Shruti Shastri... If it weren't for random shit in the classroom... This post wouldn't have existed... :)

P.P.S- I know you were expecting something funnier but I've been down in the dumps recently... (remember Service?)