Intellectually yours

I met an old friend yesterday, well not literally, but old in the sense of seasoned, used-to, comfortable-in-their-own-skin-and-with-you kinda way.

The most amazing things about the people in your life is that they can dissect you in a way you never imagined possible. And old friends are not only qualified enough to do it but also firm enough to drive the lesson home with the reassuring "main hoon na" always wrapping up any doubts you may have and dunking them right outta the window!

Old friends are nice and warm and fuzzy and just there, all you have to do is turn around and there, right at the edge of where your vision blurs, there is a familiar face and the world feels alright again. :-)

Among the many issues jostling for attention in my 1.5 kg head right now (don’t think it weighs more than that), top of the list is the search for a partner (rem Ted Mosby, well Indianise and genderize the context for Urban India!). Among the varied observations and nuggets of advice alongwith threats of "you can’t go ahead if I don’t approve" (blackmailing devils some of them!), yesterday's session on insights was one of the most brutal ever - seriously man, is it really intellect all the way for me?

Now I am seriously worried. I mean old friends are seldom wrong. And in this case in particular, somewhere I know for a fact, the observation holds, atleast as a first point of interest...

But knowledge is power - so knowing something is wrong/won't work is better than trying to reach someone on their landline when you are pretty sure they aren't home and its a mobile number you actually need.

I love old friends, I really do. Even if I don’t say so often enough! :-)

Bad at being sad

Sometimes I bug me. No its true, I really do. I can be the most irritating person I know of. I mean any normal person, if they are unwell would accept it gracefully and rest. But madam? Nooooooo ::horrified expression:: what do you mean accept it? ::Thundering booming voice:: How can that be?! It is questioned, counter-questioned, debated till it gets so exhausting to argue with oneself that she drops, thankfully on the bed, a reluctant acknowledgment that well she may be ill, just a little bit. And doctors, don't even mention them - that would mean retractions and "I've been misunderstood"s so many that any true-blue Bollywood actress would happily sign up for classes on how to deny the obvious!

I suck at being ill. And since being ill is sometimes bundled with being sad, I suck at that too! So while the whole world may be falling apart, there I am grinning away like the fairy Godmother just granted me passes to go on a date with Ali Zafar!!

Sometimes I really do feel like boxing my own ears. I am, honestly the only time I am scraping the bottom of the moping club is when its birthday time. Oh yes, those seriously get me down, esp post-25. But this that too dint last! Sheesh!!

I give up! On trying to "grow up" and "face reality", whatever that may be. If I don't take kindly to being ill, then so be it. As long as people around me know how to deal with "cribby", life's a breeze, maybe a gale is more like it but whatever. I'll live!;D