The CHOSEN one B-)

Ummm…well…I am at home for more than a month at least, with specifically NOTHING to do! :D

Sounds fun to me, at least for now! :P

I’m back after almost three months; and to be precise, this is the longest time for which I have stayed away from home; for good or for worse. The initial period is quite fun…to be away from home, with friends, all on your own, all up to yourself, living at your whims and fancies! But, truly, with so many exams continuously { I had exams continuously for more than a month on just six subjects! :O :-L X-( }, you tend to lose touch with yourself! Even the people around you become simply unbearable; little things become huge issues! Little arguments become huge disagreements! And this is exactly that happened to me over the last few weeks. I was simply not myself! My roomies were all fed up of my behaviour ( as I was fed up of their behaviour :P ). There was a little too much to handle, and yet nothing significant enough to do! Exams were getting to my nerves, and I really did not know what to do! And then it was my health, that was deteriorating day by day, and I was to blame for all of it (though I really do not know how!).

Thankfully , I have a REALLY huge support system. Family and friends are the one and only treasure I possess. No matter how stupid, idiotic, duffer and insignificant my problems are, they listen so patiently, give back their invaluable views and suggestions, without pushing me through anything, just guiding me through the tough stuff, by just being there! There is something about this whole phenomenon that I have never been able to get into my head --- and that is--- what the hell did I ever do to deserve people like these in my life! /)

Through all the tough times , all the ups and downs, there is this bunch of people who have been there with me, all the time, whenever I needed them. I might be feeling totally lost, pathetic, lonely or anything on this planet, and just then they’d call up just to say a “hii” and any word they say feels like heaven to me! There is something about them that is so pure, true , cute and convincing that I just can’t help but listen to them. All the problems, tensions, worries, whatsoever simply seem to disappear in the blink of an eye :-??

My roomie says I am “completely obsessed” with my friends and the whole concept of friendship. I’d agree I am. But who could refrain from being so, when you have friends like THAT! If there is god in heaven, she/he has been truly kind to me :-?. I am blessed. Or as they would say in the HP lingo – “the CHOSEN one” :P

Love you guys :) >:D<

Love Story :P

Okay, I confess i am jobless and a little too lost. Hence { Mental note: I should use this word less often, once my report was rejected because of the words "hence" and "therefore" :( . Anyways :P }, I read "Love story" by Erich Segal, yet again, today :D. I lost my copy of the book a couple of months back :x, so I'm trying to scribble down stuff frfom this favourite book of mine, for memory purposes :P.



I'll try to put down as many as possible /)



#We spoke in whispers.
'Hey, Jen...'
'Yeah?'
'Jen...what would you say if i told you...'
I hesitated.She waited.
'I think...I'm in love with you.'
There was a pause. Then she answered very softly.
'I would say...you were full of shit.'
She hung up.
I wasn't unhappy.Or surprised.#

# ‘You want to marry me?’
‘Yes.’
She tilted her head, did not smile, but merely inquired:
‘Why?’
I looked her straight in the eye.
‘Because,’ I said.
‘Oh,’ she said. ‘That’s a very good reason.’
She took my arm (not my sleeve this time), and we walked along the river. There was nothing more to say, really.#

#‘Ollie, think,’ she said, her tone kind of pleading now. ‘Sixty goddamn years old. Nothing says he’ll still be around when you’re finally ready for the reconciliation’. #

#‘Hey, listen, you bitch,’ I said.

'What, you bastard?’ she replied.
‘I owe you a helluva lot,’ I said sincerely.
‘Not true, you bastard, not true,’ she answered.
‘Not true?’ I inquired, somewhat surprised.
‘You owe me everything,’ she said.#

#CHANGE OF ADDRESS
From July I,1967
Mr and Mrs Oliver Barrett IV
263 East 63rd Street
New York, N.Y. I002I #

#I began to think about God.
I mean, the notion of a Supreme Being existing somewhere began to creep into my private thoughts. Not because I wanted to strike Him on the face, to punch Him out for what He was about to do to me – to Jenny, that is. No, the kind of religious thoughts I had were just the opposite. Like when I woke up in the morning and Jenny was there. Still there. I’m sorry, embarrassed even, but I hoped there was a God I could ay thank you to. Thank you for letting me wake up and see Jennifer.#

#We all have our idiosyncratic ways of coping with grief. Phil’s was to clean the place. To wash, to scrub, to polish. I don’t really understand his thought processes, but Christ, let him work.
Does he cherish the dream that Jenny will come home?
He does, doesn’t he? The poor bastard. That’s why he is cleaning up. He just won’t accept things for what they are. Of course, he won’t admit this to me,but I know it’s on his mind.
Because it’s on mine too.#

#‘Oliver,’ said my father urgently, ‘ I want to help.’
‘Jenny’s dead,’ I told him.
‘I’m sorry,’ he said in a stunned whisper.

Not knowing why, I repeated what I had long ago learned from the beautiful girl now dead.
‘Love means not ever having to say you’re sorry.’#

~Love it :) ~

AWFUL! is the word!