So the scene goes something like this. The sun goes down at 4, as if figuring out finally that its hated these days or realizing that there are people here who make this place brighter than the sun ever could. There's a harsh cold wind that doesn't make you feel cold at all, on the contrary, its the coziest feeling you ever had. Then there's the first drop of summer rain, right on your forehead, as if telling you that you're the only reason it made the effort to come down. Add to that the freedom you feel only when you're jumping across the skies in your dreams, a large cup of hot caramel coffee and some amazing company and there you have it, the perfect moment (Who said mere humans couldn't fly?). And then you talk, not because what you're saying matters, but because it doesn't. Because talking feels like the only way to reassure yourself that someone is there, and will be, whenever you want to talk. Then you don't really feel time passing by, or that you're living in a city full of people. It's just you, and that's that.

Five hours of such indulgence can leave anybody asking for more. I am not asking for more, I am begging for it...

So would you rather have every moment as an ordinary one so that your ignorance would keep you happy? Or would you have that one perfect moment and then go through the pain of knowing that nothing ever again would be able to equal it? They used to teach us in school that all good things must come to an end, I'm afraid they will one day. I hope I'll be able to live with it, when the day comes.

Will you still smile? Will life still be worthwhile?
Would you feel any difference if I wasn't alive anymore?
Will time heal your pain? Will your lips no longer have my name?

Will your life ever be the same again?

I have fought and fought

but the answer I just wouldn't get.

I am still fighting

but there isn't much courage left.

I don't want to end this, but I just can't go on.

Let me have my answer, the times have tortured me too long.

Birthdays always meant holidays that were spent receiving calls and getting ripped off at parties. What birthdays were not supposed to be were complicated days spent scouting around a new city, looking for a place to stay. And just when I thought that this one was going to be as mundane as a birthday can get, some people came along, and made it very special. Another nice surprise when I was least expecting one, that too from people I thought I won't be meeting again, in a place I thought was too far away to be of any consequence to me, and in a way that was outrightly sweet. Just how many times do you have balloons on your birthday that actually say your name in hindi, because someone spent the time and effort to put your name on them. Some people are simply too good, and they make you fall in love with life all over again. Yes, in love I am, and as happy and as excited as I was at 13, waiting to explore the teens. They say the 20's are harder; I say, the harder, the better. Bring it On.

Failure leads to doubt, and doubt leads to questions. And there's no question that I didn't ask myself in the run up to yesterday. And when I sat for this company, I found it hard to hope, for it had been shattered too often. And just when I thought that it was over, that my doing was done, I realized that it had just begun. Six hours yesterday, gave me the reward of six months of effort.

And now that I have the internship with McKinsey, life seems settled, for now atleast. Looking forward to experiencing the rigours of corporate life, and also to earning some money of my own :D

She is barely five feet tall, and carries a cross bag that's almost as long as her. She gives a smile as if she's known you for a hundred years, it almost makes him feel special. He looks at her as she chats away, and he notices something more. This girl is damn smart. She can make the most droning convos sound like a Rihanna song, remixed with extra paparazzi and double the emotion. He could listen to her all day and not get tired. She's cute, almost cuddly and now, he has a problem. He likes her, and he can't let go. He can't figure how he could've fallen for her. Maybe it's the way she carries herself, or maybe it's her tomboy attitude. Maybe it's the way she makes him smile, or maybe it's just that when she's around, he doesn't feel the need for anyone else.

Just how many times do we define our 'today' by the after effects of 'yesterday' or the nervousness of 'tomorrow'. It is reflexive, we (atleast I) are constantly judging whether we are happy or not and the judgement is based on the premises of what was or will be. The continuity is everlasting, if you can't be happy now, you will carry this gloom into the next moment and into your own future.

I am no philosopher, but I can say this, if you want to be happy tomorrow, just dwell in the riches of the present and be happy right now.

God does this to me because he thinks it'll make me stronger, because he thinks I can take it better than most. The funny thing is, I can.

I couldn't compare that with third year even if I wanted to. The clarity of this place is almost blinding, of knowing what has to be done and precisely how. Life just seems mechanical now (or electronic :P ) because everything we do feels like running a race to leave someone behind. The friendships that happened then are the ones that still stand, rest all has been a bitter face of reality.

I wish it was possible to go back to the innocence of that room, the beauty of being free within those walls. Practicality was never my cup of tea.

There are so many things that happen around us that define the way we think and who we are. But really, more things happen within us that define what we become and what we make of what we have. If we could only control ourselves, we would realize that controlling the world was never a tough ask. I don't know why it becomes difficult at times to be the optimist or to smile, because as someone once told me "Always remember to have fun and smile, things will seem smaller and much better."

Life is right here, and Life is also a long, long way away.