Remorse

She sat on her couch thinking about everything but her future. She was supposed to keep her mind off one thing but how was she supposed to not think about it. Everything in her life had revolved around this one thing or rather person. Having someone walk out of your life willingly is one thing but when willingness plays minimal role it’s a whole different point. Living with the pain that you will probably not see that person ever again seems like a dying pain.

With great effort she lifted herself from the couch and went to shower. Elizabeth Murphy looked as though she had died a thousand deaths in the past 4 days, but then she had looked like this for a year now. Everyone she had met had only one thing to say, ”Oh! You poor little thing. So young to have to go through such trauma.” The warm water seemed to be doing good to her. In the recent past, the shower seemed to be her favorite place where no one could see her crying. Where she could lament as much as she could with no one to judge her or tell her to be strong. She pulled on a black top and a pair of jeans. Just as she was about to brush her hair, her eyes fell on the photo. The photo spoke to her; it said soft words, which could only have meaning to her and her alone. She fell to the floor holding the photo close to her heart and howling for mercy, for the pain to leave her and most importantly for forgiveness. She remembered 18th November, 2010 as though it was yesterday.

“Salmon! I love salmon.” Said the ever so chirpy Ella. Elizabeth looked at her best friend with eyes full of care and love. She had known Ella since donkey’s years, growing up together in the same neighborhood, going to school together and ending up in the same college together. For Ella and Elizabeth it had been a roller coaster ride since the day they met.

“Ella! When will you change? Look at all the food you are dropping around you.” Ella paid no heed to her friend’s remark and continued eating as though she had not eaten for centuries.

“Elizabeth before I forget to tell you. I have made a huge breakthrough in the Cahrles consignment. Will be signing the paperwork tomorrow. Isn’t that fascinating?”
It had been four years since both Ella and Elizabeth had started working with London’s top of the art fashion firm. Eventhough they had started around the same time Ella was Elizabeth’s boss. Ella, one would say is a workaholic. But Elizabeth knew the truth, she knew Ella could pick up the best of each person’s idea and put it together as her own. She was not a cheat; as per Elizabeth she was a person with good communication and conviction, which could make her sell even ice to the Eskimo. Elizabeth, on the other hand, was a calm and quiet person who did not believe in long working hours and would rather encourage someone’s idea than finishing her own job.

They both walked out into the cold night with jackets clinging onto them. “London should only have summer. Winters make me lethargic and early morning meetings make me cranky. Speaking of early morning meetings, I have one tom for the Charles consignment. Another thing Liz, I really hope you are paying attention to your work. I hope what I said last time is making a difference. Listening to people is not going to help you finish your work. Working is going to do that, I really do hope it has started making a difference. I have barely been in the office since the last time we spoke to monitor. How are things looking? I want an honest answer.”

“Oh! Don’t you worry? I have been putting my head into work and everyone is quite surprised to see this positive change in me.”

Ella looked at her friend for a long time and finally replied, “I hope you are giving me an honest answer.”

“Of course El. Why would I lie to you?” As a matter of fact, Elizabeth was lying to Ella. She had not turned a new leaf, in fact she had become worse. She not only listened to people in the designing department but had also made quite a few friends in the Accounts Department too. These friends were dong more damage than good at the present. But she chose the easy way out by lying to Ella.

“Well, Liz if that is the truth I couldn’t be happier. And oh look at the time I should head home and get some rest. Catch you later. Bye bye.” The two friends hugged each other goodbye and headed off in the opposite directions.

**beep beep** Elizabeth woke up startled to find her phone buzzing right next to her. It was a text message from her mother. It read, “Hello dear. How have you been? It’s been long since you came home for lunch? Would you like to come in the recent future? Love, mom” Elizabeth knew it had not been a long time and this was her mother’s method of checking on her daughters well being. She decided to reply to that text in sometime. Meanwhile, she got up and thought of having breakfast.

The kitchen with an eerie silence was not the best place in the house. It was not the same bustling area as it used to be. Today there was nothing in the microwave, no dishes in the sink and not even coffee in the coffee machine. She made a warm cup of coffee and opened the newspaper, the headlines read “Charles New Collection: A Stunner.”

“I got it. I got the Charles consignment. Can you believe it? They signed the paper just a while back.” Screamed Ella into the speaker of her phone.

“Congratulations El. I can see the happiness in your voice.”

“Oh! My voice is nothing. You should see me right now I’m jumping like a schoolgirl in the middle of the street. Meet me for lunch in half an hour at the Live Café? My treat.” 

“Obviously its your treat. This consignment could mean another promotion for you, you know.”


“How I wish”

The newspaper was lying on the dining table while Elizabeth had drifted off into her own world. She picked up her empty cup and went to the sink to wash it. She should probably start looking for a new job. She should probably start living her life again. But it all seemed so wrong. It seemed unjustified. She knew she was living with a fear, a fear that was going to haunt her forever. She replied back to her mother saying she would be there for lunch today. Elizabeth’s parents house was a two-hour journey from her house. She knew if she wanted to reach in time for lunch she better leave now. She picked up her car keys and headed off for lunch.


“I love these nights when you and I can sit under the stars and talk. Don’t you?”, said Ella.


“Hmm.. You had to tell me something. I remember you mentioning something of this sort on the phone earlier.” Ella was avoiding this question the whole evening but there was no running away from it now. She looked down the 20 floors and saw life moving beneath her, she knew Elizabeth’s life would also move on. This wouldn’t be the end of her or their friendship.


“Okay Liz, whatever I tell you today should not affect our friendship at all. You have to remember I’m forced to do this. You have to remember that our friendship still means a lot to me. Okay?”


“El! What is it? Tell me now.”


“No, you promise me first.”


“I promise it wont affect our friendship.”


“Due to the recent cut down, you have been let go. I’ve been meaning to tell you this since morning but I just couldn’t. Looking at the present scenario I know how difficult it would be for you to get a job. I really did try my level best to persuade the management but they wouldn’t listen. Oh for Christ sake say something.”

Ella turned to see her friend smile back at her.


“What are you smiling about?”


“I’m just stunned that you think our friendship is so fragile that it would get affected by such trivial issues. So what if I was let go! I can find another job. Its not the end of the world. Stop getting o worried about me. Would you like another glass of wine?”


“Oh Liz! I can’t believe it that you have taken this so well. And yes I would definitely like another glass of wine.” 

Elizabeth went inside the house and started pouring two glasses of wine. Just as she was about to leave the room he eyes fell on the laptop sitting on the coffee table. She was stunned beyond wits and had no cue what to do.


“Liz, where is the wine?”
“Coming El.” With this she picked up the laptop and headed out to the terrace.

Elizabeth pulled the car in her mother’s driveway. She checked her face one last time in the rear view mirror. She looked like a mess and she knew her mother would notice that the moment she saw her.

“Hi mom. How have you been?”, asked Elizabeth on entering the house.

Helen was wearing a white summer dress with an apron tied around her waist. She looked exhausted with all the cooking and cleaning, yet the smile on her face was intact. “Oh Liz! I was not expecting you to be here for atleast another fifteen minutes. I’m good. How have you been?”, inquired Helen and sat her daughter by the fireplace. “Would you like a cup of tea, darling?”

“No thanks mom. I was infact thinking since I am early I would love to take a walk. Would you mind? We could catch up while eating lunch?”

Helen looked at her daughter and realized that a little fresh air would do good to her. Elizabeth started walking down the hill and let the path take her wherever it wanted to.

“Hey! What took you so long? Could you not find the bottle?”


“No. No. My mind was just preoccupied.”


The two friends relaxed under the stars and took in the silence between them. After what seemed like an eternity, Elizabeth opened the laptop.

“Hey El! I was just wondering when were you planning to tell me about this?”, asked Elizabeth pointing towards the laptop screen.

Ella within a fraction of a second went pale. “Where did you find this Liz?”


“That’s not the point Ella. The point is that these are my designs. The one which you condemned saying they were a disaster and even beggars wont wear them. I would like to know how they are a part of you Charles consignment.”

Ella took a deep breath and spoke, “Liz, I did not steal them. When I was working on my consignment they seemed to be looking for something similar to your idea. So I simply picked it up and presented it.”

“Ella you call this similar? This is exactly what I had shown you the other day. This is stealing Ella. Did you atleast tell the management these were my ideas?”


“Of course not, Elizabeth. This was supposed to be my consignment. They would think I am incapable. Why would I jeopardize my career?”

“Did it ever cross your mind that if you had mentioned these were my ideas it could have saved my job?”

By now Ella and Elizabeth were standing face to face at the edge of the terrace with the laptop in Elizabeth’s hand. “I really don’t know what you are getting so angry about. They are not that great anyway. It wouldn’t have been able to save your job.”


“Fine Ella. If these designs are not so important you wouldn’t mind me deleting them completely off your laptop. Would you?”


Ella looked as though Elizabeth had just stabbed her in the back.“No, you wouldn’t.”


With this the two of them started pulling at the laptop. Elizabeth being the stronger one pulled the laptop off Ella’s hand.

Ella lost her balance and fell backwards. Elizabeth saw her friend fall, fall down 20 floors. She stood there dumbstruck and had no idea what had just happened. A few minutes later the neighbors came up to the terrace to find Elizabeth standing in the middle of the terrace with the laptop in her hand. Ella was lying on the ground, 20 floors down, surrounded by a pool of blood.

Elizabeth had not realized that the path had led her to the graveyard. She opened the rickety gate and decided to finally walk up to the grave she had been avoiding since the past one year. She felt she could never do justice to the grave. She walked with her knees shaking and tears rolling down her cheek.

At the end of the graveyard she sat beside a tombstone, it read, “Ella Matthew. Always remembered.”

Elizabeth wanted to say something to her friend. She wanted to ask for forgiveness, but couldn’t form the words. She wanted to talk to her friend but that was not possible. She wanted 18th November 2010 to come back but it wouldn’t.

 She simply looked at the tombstone and cried. She knew if she stayed longer she wouldn’t be able to take it anymore. She took out a brown envelope from her bag, placed it on the grave and walked back.

Helen was beginning to get worried now. It had been days since she had spoken to Elizabeth. Well not days but rather just one day. She had not spoken to her daughter since she left the house after that day’s lunch. It was not like Elizabeth to not reply to phone calls or revert to text messages. She shunned the thought aside that her daughter was in grave danger, she could have been job hunting for all you know. To be on the safer side, she decided to wait till 4 o’clock in the evening and if Elizabeth did not call by then she would head off to London herself.

Time seemed to have flown for Helen. The clock struck 5 and Elizabeth had not replied till now. Helen checked her phone over and over again in the car. She wanted to drive away the negative thoughts in her mind but they seemed to come back after every five minutes. 

Finally, the car pulled into Elizabeth’s Driveway. Helen couldn’t help but run to her daughter’s doorstep. She rung the door bell and pounded on the door but there was no movement in the house. She finally got out the duplicate key and opened the door.
The house had a weird pungent smell and a mysterious silence around it. Helen was scared to enter and find out what had happened to her daughter. She first called out. And was greeted by the mysterious silence and not her daughters sweet voice. She entered the dining and space and got the shock of her life.

Elizabeth was lying on the floor with her wrist slit and a knife lying next to her. She had indeed done what Helen had feared the most. She had killed herself. Helen fell to the ground and held her daughter’s body close to her. Godknows for how long she must have sat like this but she noticed an envelope on the dining table and went to pick it up. The envelope read in Elizabeth’s slant handwriting “Mom”. With trembling hands Helen opened the envelope to find a letter addressed to her. It read,

“Dear mom,
By the time you read this I’ve probably killed myself. Mom there is some truth to what people say. I could have saved Ella. I was the only one present there. Mom, you cannot always ignore the truth. You cannot always pretend like you don’t know anything. I have known this for a long time now that you know exactly what happened that night. You know this since the day Charles and Co. unveiled their collection dedicated for Ella. Cause it was you who had seen my designs even before Ella had.
I appreciate you never asking me as to what happened that night. The past four days have been exceptionally tough for me. With the designs being revealed as a dedication to Ella and thy being appreciated worldwide. I could never pack up the courage to tell anyone that those designs were mine. I knew people would judge me. They would call me a traitor. They would say I had killed my friend and was now taking the fame for her hard work. But I know you wouldn’t think this way mom.
I followed your advice and visited Ella’s grave the other day that I visited you for lunch. It did not bring me closure but I don’t think I could have taken this step without giving her what she deserved. I had cut up clippings of the new collection and kept it on her grave. I hope she forgives me. I really hope she does.
Mom, I want you to know that I loved you. But living with the pain of having killed someone was worse than dying. I hope I become a better friend to someone else if not Ella. For one last time.
Lots of Love,
Liz”

Helen kept the letter back in the envelope and kissed her daughter on her forehead. She was going to take this to her grave. Only if she could tell her daughter that she was a good friend but the it was too late now. She simply held her close and cried. 

THE END. 

The New Life

So I have shifted. (AGAIN)

This time the city is Hyderabad. This time I have grown up (well hopefully).

What am I doing now?  I am working! YESSSSS!!! Well okay, its a fellowship. But yes. I am working with Teach For India.

Why Hyderabad? Lets see nomadic me cant stay in the same place for more than a specified period I guess. Lets try something new. Hyderabad seems like a quiet and calm city (other than Telangana ofcourse).


Where have been ?
I have been working on graduating. Oh ya I graduated! Bachelor in Business Administration (BBA). Sounds so fancy.

Marina Bay Sands

A day after the final exams of the brilliant (NOT) NMIMS trimester system I took a much needed vacation.

I finally took a trip to foreign land. Singapore! :D The city is beautiful. It makes one want to live there. I, personally, didnt want to come back.

I am not adventurous and definitely not an animal lover. Yet, my first stop was "The Night Safari." Little did I know what was ahead. Every corner of that place is picturesque and yes I was in full mode of spamming everyone's Instagram news feed.

But sadly, I have no pretty pictures from that safari as we were not allowed to use flash . I could make that sacrifice for the animals.


Being the total animation freak that I am, my next stop was but obvious. LETS GO TO UNIVERSAL STUDIOS.

I shall make that a different blog post. For now, enjoy this. :)

And glamorous it was :D 

When some things are too expensive to buy, I click a picture of it! :P 

A land Far Far Away! The Shrek Castle :)

I am not going to bore you with the rest of the trip. Except the panda, the waterfall and ofcourse Southernmost Point of Continental Asia.  Here are a few pics :) 

I never realized a man made waterfall could be this pretty. :) 
I want a Panda. They are just so chiller. All they do is eat and sleep. Now who wouldn't want a pet like that ? ;) 

                                                                             
 If your question is what next after Singapore? A week after the Singapore trip I left for Pune for my training. A training organized by Teach For India in the beautiful FLAME campus. The training was for a month. I have grown manifolds in this one month. I have started accepting people for who they are and dont be judgmental about them. I have started accepting my flaws and started working towards them. Eg: My insecurity. (Good work updating the blog Prats **pats self on the back**) Things are no more black or white I do see the grey shade now. Also I believe every person has a story backing them. Some stories that I have heard in the past one month are quite interesting. (All too personal to mention on a blog.)


Pune also saw my wild child phase. Pune saw me with people who I generally wouldnt talk to. The city saw me spending time till wee hours of the morning just talking to people. I will love Pune for all my memories attached with the city. The institute I guess, is one of the best parts in a fellow's life. (Oh yeah we are called fellows :D )

Dee And Pooja :D 

Panki And Suits :D 

FLAME has one of the most beautiful campus I have ever seen. It has a lake which saw me sitting there for hours just pondering on life and its ways. It is green which made working  easy. Institute makes you meet people from all walks and all strata's of the society.  I lived a month with some of the most deep people I have ever met.





I might know these four idiots only for a month but I feel as though I have formed a bond for life. I lived with these idiots and made their life miserable with constant drama. But then again, these are the people who make me believe in myself. These are the people who believe that I am doing a good job in my class and not screwing the child's education. Also, these are the people who make me realise that one just has to be happy at all times and there are good people around. Today, as I jot this down I do miss my Tapri gang. :(

The training is over and I have started teaching in my class now. Its too early to say anything about my class right now, as it has just been two days. Except one incident did make a big impact.

I have a class of 35 or so at present and it is a rather task handling them.  Today was one of those days where no one was listening to me. I got worked up in my class. One of my students, Sowmya, could see that I was not in the best form. After lunch she took it up on her own to keep the class quiet. If she saw anyone talk this is what she said "Keep quiet! Didi is trying to teach. Listen to her." My star she is!

What a star :D

Thats all folks! A rather long and life story blog :P

A few pointers: 

a) I will be blogging often now and more so about my class. 

b) I will continue to write short stories. Working on a new angle now. 

c) I know this blog seemed like a photoblog but I have been clicking a bit off late and thought should share it. :)
d) Its been 5 years to this blog. I really have come a long way from "My life as a teenager to I paint with words." Just wondering do we need a new name? **puts on a thinking cap**

e) In other news, Rafa won his 8th French Open title! :) 

Seven Years: Part 5

PS: Read the other parts before starting this.

"Oh, Ananyaa, wait! I forgot the car keys." Ria ran back to the house for the "n" th time. I could feel the nervousness in her voice as well as the walk. It had been seven years since they last spoke to each other. To be honest, even I was scared. I had no clue how Trisha would react on seeing Ria at her doorstep . Would she be mad at me for seeking help from Ria? All these questions would be answered in a while now.

Ria pulled her car into Trisha's driveway and was sweating like a pig. I looked at her and smiled . I was at a loss of words. I didnt know what to say to bring down her nervousness.

The elevator stopped on the 26th floor. I got out and rung the bell.

A very tired and worn out Trisha opened the door.

"Oh Ananyaa! What a pleasant "

Trisha saw who was with me. Ria was looking straight at her and didnt change her gaze for even a moment.

"Hi Trisha. Can we come in? We have to talk about something important." I didnt know what else to say.

A very stunned Trisha stepped aside and let us in. Ria and I settled on the couch. Trisha, who was still surprised, was at the door trying to figure out what to say.


Ria looking at the situation was the first to speak, "How have you been?"


Hearing this, Trisha burst out crying at the doorstep and all we could hear through her sobs were, "I'm sorry. My daughter!" Before I could go and comfort my friend I saw Ria by her side. She was helping Trisha to get on her feet and bought her to the shifting area.

It took us almost an hour to make Trisha stop crying. Her life had fallen apart since she learnt of her daughter's illness. She kept saying no one deserves to go through so much pain. Ria and I kept looking at each other for help. We both were as clueless as the other on how to bring up the topic  without causing anymore pain. It was hurtful to see her cry like this. When Trisha was finally sober, it was again Ria who spoke.

"I would like to meet your daughter. Can I? "

Trisha took us to a small room, where there was a cot in the middle. She signalled us to be quiet as we stepped inside. Ria and I looked in the cot and saw an extremely beautiful child wrapped in a blanket sleeping peacefully. She had a round face and looked at peace, yet you could see the pain she was suffering. I looked up to see Ria still looking at the child with an affectionate smile. Trisha, who was standing behind her, signalled me to come out of the room. As we left the room, Ria followed.

"Would you both like some lunch?"

"Yes, Trisha. But lets order in. Dont cook anything." This was the first time I spoke since we had entered the house. Trisha simply nodded and left to order.

"How am I supposed to bring up the topic again?" asked Ria as soon as Trisha left the room.

"I have no clue. We have to make sure she realises all hope is not lost. But how? "

"You know what, leave it to me."

Ria looked confident for the first time since morning. I was starting to believe she had a plan in mind. I was starting to believe my friend.

"So the food will take 40 minutes to come."

"Trisha! I want you to sit down and listen to me."

Trisha followed her instructions and sat down on the couch.

"I want you to know that I have come to help you as a friend. I want you to know that you have both, Ananyaa and me, by your side during these rough times. Am I making sense to you? "


Trisha looked up at Ria and nodded.

"Also, my mom has a number of a doctor in Russia who could help you with Thalassemia. I suggest you definitely consult him as he is a specialist. I really think.." Before Ria could finish Trisha was up on her feet and hugging her. 

"Thank you so much. You have no clue how much this means to me." 

I was looking at my friends speak to each other after seven years. I was finally beginning to feel everything will be fine. 

Trisha and Ria came by my side and looked at the same spot that I was staring at for a while now. Through the crack of the door we saw the baby sleeping peacefully. We sat like this for long when the bell rang and Ria went to open it. Trisha closed the door completely and went to keep the number safely. I saw hope in her eyes and a content smile since she had come to India. 

THE END. 

Dont we all want to be the Almighty?

Me: If I had my way I would make things fine in one day. :)
Haren: Bruce Almighty?

A senti dialogue got me a Bruce Almighty from a friend who can never see me cry. I shall introduce you readers to this character very soon but today is not the day!  Today is the day I want to talk about my desire to be god.


Off late I have noticed this pattern in me to try and make things fine but not succeeding. What does that do to me? Makes me irritated, frustrated with life. Such situations make me wish I could have all the powers to change in my hand.


Dont we all want to change tiny little things in our life? Dont we all want to be the almighty and make those changes possible? Are we all stuck in this phase of life where we want to make a difference, where we want to change something but we cant?


PS: I am working on Seven Years! I still havent lost hope there. 

Perhaps I'm back!

Yes, yes I'm back.


My last blog post reads 8th March 2011. Now thats a long time isnt it? In that time its not that I have completely stopped writing but I prefer to keep them to myself. If ever needed I shall update you on them too.


Why am I back? Cos I'm stressed. Cos I'm upset. Cos life's not been fair off late.


So why writing? Cos I dont need to get drunk or smoke up to get that high. I need writing to get a high and forget everything.


Will I finish Seven Years? Hopefully, in days to come I'll have something in store for you regarding Seven Years.



Will I write something new? YES!!!!


**Opens a new folder names it "I paint with words."**

Seven Years-Part 4

Trisha’s side:

I checked the heartbeat for one last time before going to sleep. Even though I knew I would not get any sleep. I looked at the little girl lying in the cot and wondered what I had done to deserve something as severe as this. Was it because of the fight seven years ago? Did Ria curse me so badly? Did she ever want my child to be deformed? It was not new that I was thinking about Ria again. This was not the first time. Since the time I have come back to India I have been thinking of calling her and apologising. I was harsh and unreasonable. I don’t know every time I called Ananyaa to take Ria’s number I just couldn’t. Did I blame her for everything that happened? Do I still do? Or is it just ego?

Isn’t it time that I put all this ego behind me and made a new beginning. A new start. Why is it so hard? Why do I always want her to make the first move? Why can’t I make it? Is it so difficult? It was not entirely my fault seven years ago and it was not entirely her’s either. We both were to be blamed. I over reacted but she could have talked to me and sorted things out. Why didn’t she? Did she not consider me a friend good enough to keep for life. She did keep her friendship with Ananyaa but it wasn’t Ananyaa who fought with her. I did!

I reached for my phone and was about to dial Ananyaa’s number again when I heard a cry from the cot. The universe was giving me signs not to call her. Maybe it was for the best that I didn’t.

Luck And Destiny: Made or Written?

Scene 1

ABC: Oh my god!!!! U topped. You are so lucky.

XYZ: Its not luck. I did work very hard for it.

Scene 2

ABC: Listen its okay. I know u never expected to get such low marks.

XYZ: I worked so hard. I was just UNLUCKY.

Luck. How do u define luck? Is it me or normal human behavior that everytime something goes wrong we blame our luck. And this so called luck only takes a back seat when something good happens in life. So a question to all of you is it me, human nature or just a young adult hormonal thing?

Moving on, everyone says “you are destined to do something important in life, you just haven’t found what it is till now.” Okay now this is really weird. If I am destined to make a huge mark on the society how is it that I have to make a path for it to happen? Isn’t my destiny supposed to lead me to it. I am not saying grab me by the hand and take me to it but atleast lighting the path would do the job or showing a flickering light in the tunnel would be good enough.

Destiny and luck are they two related terms? Are they different? Are they as different as chalk and cheese? Or as similar as Coke and Pepsi? And how is it decided? Am I fool thinking about this. Lastly, do you believe in destiny or luck?

I, presently, have no opinion

A little help would be considerate! Thanking You!

Seven Years-Part 3

For once Mr. Anderson’s talks were not putting me off to sleep. I wouldn’t say I could comprehend everything he said. Okay honestly, none of it was making sense as usual. And this time it was not because he talked in too technical terms but it was because I wasn’t paying any attention. I couldn’t wait to get back home pack my begs and head off to Ria’s place. I couldn’t wait to meet her and tell her everything. Telling everything was not a very happy story but still the fact that she wanted to listen made me happy.

My cell phone beeped with a message which read “Really? And what happened to punctuality? No you are staying over. Love, R.” I was already an hour late and it was going to take me 15 minutes more.

After the dinner when Ria and I had settled on the couch we started talking and after the customary how is work and everything she asked “So what is it about Trisha that you wanted to tell me? How come she is all broke now?”

“Ria, Recession and a lot of other things hit Trisha. She has a daughter who is barely 7 months old.”

“What? When did she get married? You never told me she was married.”

“She got married right after graduation when she was in the States studying MBA. Remember I told you about her boyfriend?”

Ria nodded.

“Well it so happens she got married to him and never told anyone. He was her business partner. Well, Ria it so happens that her daughter has a disease. A deadly disease that you are well aware of Thalassemia. Look Ria she has tried every possible doctor in the US and none of them have a cure for the disease. I know your mother is a doctor and she went for a conference in Russia and has a clue about the people who are doing a research on this disease. Would it be possible that you give the number to Trisha? It would more than useful to her. “

“One minute, she couldn’t call me up and ask for the number herself? She sent you?”

“No no! Ria no way. She has no clue that I have come to you for help. She is presently in India with James and her daughter. Please Ria she is just a little baby. Please put all this aside and think about the life of that child. It is not the time to keep teenage issues alive.”

Ria was looking at the mirror the whole time that I was talking. She kept looking at it for almost an eternity and then spoke. The words that came out of her mouth were the most precious words ever. She said, “Lets go mom must be awake we will take the number from her now and go and visit Trisha tomorrow itself.”

By the time Trisha’s mom found the number it was almost 12 30 in the night.

“Oh! I can’t wait to go to Trisha tomorrow and give this number. I can just picture her smile.”

“Ananyaa, I would like to come with you and visit her. I want to meet her. IF am putting all this aside I want her to put it aside as well.”

If giving the number was going to earn her a ticket to heaven, this was going to give her the throne of god.

“Yes! We will leave for her house first thing tomorrow morning.”

To be continued....

Seven years- Part 2

"Yes, Mr. Anderson I want to cancel the meeting. I am very sorry for the inconvenience. Could we reschedule it? Oh great. I’ll see you tomorrow then. Thank you so much, Mr. Anderson.” Just as I am about to put my phone back in my bag I hear a familiar voice.

“Cancelled out on a male client to meet me. Wow! Either you have been missing me too much or the male client is not cute. I go for the second option. And can u stop looking at your watch I am pretty aware of the fact that I am an hour late. I will never understand that time is money. Anyway, how have you been?” said Ria in one long breath.

“I have been good. You should tell me all about your Goa trip. How was it?”

“No first we talk about the phone call that I got today morning. You know I am not a morning person but even for my mom 4 o’clock in the morning is a little too early for chit chat on the phone. So whats wrong?”

"Why would you think something is wrong? Can’t I just call my friend because I was missing her. Do I always have to have a reason to call an old friend. The world has become cheap I tell you.”

I could see Ria was not buying my story and her ever fast brain had formulated a lot of possibilities. And possibilities which I would never guess unless she told me.

“Ananyaa, look if you have some financial problems you can always ask me for help. I have no problems as such. Please don’t hesitate.”

“Oh my god! No no. Its got nothing to do with that. I am actually here to talk about Trisha.”Ria looked as though I had stabbed her with a knife.

After a long pause Ria spoke, she said, “Okay. So what about her? Is she in India? Why would you suddenly want to mention someone I haven’t talked to for seven years?”

“Ria look this is important. This is higher than Rahul. This is way above him. You cannot let the mere teenage issues affect what I am going to tell you right now.”

“Let me guess her ever blooming business in the states has become even more blooming right? And this is way above Rahul how?”

“Her business isn’t blooming now.”

“Oh! That is sad. Recession hit her too? Well too bad it hit everyone.”

“Ria this is much more than recession. Can you, for once, not just think about that day and try and listen?”

“Ananyaa, I might remind you I didn’t start the fight.”

“It doesn’t matter who started the fight. You both were wrong in your own ways. I just want you....”

“Wait a minute you think I was wrong. Wow! Thats great. That is just amazing.” Ria put down the money for her coffee and walked out of the restaurant.

I could see my self as the 17 year old me, still stuck between two friends. I had no clue what to do now. Ria was my last hope and she refused to listen to me. She had walked out on me. Infact she reacted the same way as the 17 year old Ria would have reacted. I had no idea I would trigger off the same emotions in Ria that were prevalent when she was 17. I had guessed she had grown out of it. But then I can see I was wrong. I put down my cup of coffee paid the bill and walked out of the coffee shop.

It has been a week since I met Ria and almost two week since I last met Trisha. I honestly couldn’t meet Trisha after the whole Ria incident. For some strange reason I felt guilty of telling Ria bits a pieces about Trisha. I am sipping my coffee when my phone beeps with a message. It is by Ria. I read it over and over again just to be sure that I was reading right. I messaged back and left the coffee shop with a victory smile on my face. I had not won yet but it was the first step to success. I was going to meet Ria tonight at her place and she wanted to know everything I wanted to tell her that for old times sake. This is what the message read. I was going to preserve the message forever.

To be continued..

I have changed!

I guess now that I am entering into my last of teens ( yes I am growing old) I want to write more about some serious stuff and not just the normal teenage issues of rejection, first relationship, first crush or further on. Please don't get me wrong I loved writing about all this and will continue with it but with a deeper meaning to it atleast I shall try to add deeper meaning to it. I am changing and so is my blog name. As "My life as a teenager" comes to an end today I want to go back to my first post (which has been deleted by now). I remember sitting on my bed at 2 in the morning and writing it on a crumpled piece of paper and the next day without knowing I had made a blog. Blogging came to me naturally. This is where I was myself and didn't need to worry about what people would think. People read, they commented and encouraged me to write. As months past by "My life as a teenager" grew and I grew with it. It matured in some stages and I matured as a person. "My life as a teenager" taught me how to take criticism, like I have said before I became a new person with every post. Its with a heavy heart that I bid good bye to "My life as a teenager" and a hearty warm welcome to "I paint with words."

Seven Years- Part 1

Seven years since they last spoke to each other. Seven years since their fight.

Is it time yet?

Is it the right time to tell her?

Do u think it will affect her?

Do u think it will bother her today? It has been seven years after all.

Does she even remember her? No, of course she remembers her. It’ll actually be shocking if she has completely forgotten her.

I remember 31^st March 2003 as though it was yesterday.

The sun shone brightly in the sky and the 17 year old me had woken upto the chirping birds. I couldn’t wait to get out of bed and hop into the car. Afterall today was the day me, Trisha and Ria were to go on our picnic. A picnic before the dreaded 12^th std started. Little did I know that this outing would turn out to be a nightmare. I put on my best pair of jeans with a red top and sneakers. I want to get out of the house as soon as I could. But the glass of milk and bread stopped me in my plans. My mother was one person, who would never let me leave the house on an empty stomach. As a routine to please her and see her ever shining smile I sit down at the table and finish the breakfast.

I reach Ria’s house a little before 9 o’clock. The day seems perfect for the picnic with the sun shining bright in the sky and not a cloud in sight. It seemed to be the perfect day. Ria, as a habit, was running late and her phone was ringing off the hook with calls only from Trisha. I, sometimes, envied the bond that Trisha and Ria shared. They were the best friends one could ever meet. They knew understood each other well but were as different as chalk and cheese. Ria the perfect supermodel with the world’s best manicured nails and clothes whilst Trisha the captain of the school volleyball team, who had never touched nail paint let alone manicured nails. I guess they say opposites attract.

“Ok Ok! We are leaving in two minutes.” Ria entered the room with the phone in one hand and hand sanitizer in the other. Ria took her bag and with a smile said “we better leave before Trisha brings her whole house down.” Within a few minutes we were in the car, driving to Trisha’s place.

We get down the car and take in the fresh air of the picnic spot. The sun was shining more brightly now. We take our baskets filled with sandwiches and muffins and pick the spot under the tree. Under the shade of the tree we started talking.

“So, from tomorrow we start 12^th standard. How do u guys feel?” Ria pulled a face and Trisha just smiled.

After a long pause Trisha said, “I don’t know. I think I am going to miss it after it’s over. You know the being called to principal’s office every day, the volleyball team and of course us.” What do u mean us? We won’t let u miss us.” retorted Ria. “We’ll be right here to remind u that we exist if u forget us. Anyway I have something to tell you guys. I am dating someone since a month.”

Trisha and I eyed each other with suspicion. Ria’s list of boyfriends were longer than her shopping list and that is saying something.

Ignoring our looks Ria continued with her story. “So, I am dating Rahul. He asked me out last month duing our finals and I couldn’t tell you people because we were so busy studying. Anyway, he is so cute no? And I am telling you.......”

I had lost Ria completely by now as my focus had shifted to Trisha, who looked as though she was experiencing a lot of emotions right now.

I was fervently wishing Ria would stop talking and notice that she had lost Trisha and me by now. I wished Ria would see what I could see right now and what everyone in school thought was true. I had started to realise now that what everyone talked behind Trisha’s back was true. I could see it clearly that she liked Rahul, no matter how much she tried to hide it I could now see it clearly.

“Hello? Hello? Ananyaa are you with me? Trisha? Am I talking to myself?” Ria looked annoyed now. She had, as always, expected her friends to be happy for her. I, personally, had no idea whether to be happy or sad.

After what seemed like an eternity Trisha spoke and could only say, how can you date Rahul? I could see the tears in Trisha’s eyes. Ria was, clearly, not expecting this reaction .

“Wha... What do you mean? He is a nice guy.” Trisha was shaking with anger now and tears started flowing down her cheek. She spoke through her sobs and all I could comprehend was “Ria I like Rahul. How could u ever do this to me? How can you date him?”

“But, Trisha I didn’t know you liked him. If I knew..”

“If I knew then what would u have done Ria? You are my best friend I thought you would understand that I like him. I thought you would get it that I like him.” Trisha’s voice had reached a new octave by now.

“What do you expect out of me Trisha? Do you expect me to be a mind reader? If you liked him you should have told me. I am no Psychic you know.”

“I think its time we left for home. I don’t want to sit here with a friend who betrayed me. A friend who knows she is wrong but will never accept it. Come on Ananyaa.”

Before I could make my mind whether to get up or sit down Ria got up and said, “even I want to go home now. I don’t want to be here. Infact Trisha it would be better if we never spoke again.”

“I couldn’t agree with you more Ria. Let’s just tolerate each other the way back home. Come on Ananyaa.”

The way back home seemed longer than ever. I didn’t know how to react to the situation. I was stuck between two friends. I didn’t know who was right and who was wrong. I didn’t know whose side to be on. I could hear my mom’s words clearly now “As you grow up, you will realise sometimes in a fight it’s not one person’s fault.”

I could see that today. Trisha was right in her own way and so was Ria. I had expected them to start talking by the time we reached home but they didn’t. They didn’t talk the next week. They didn’t talk for the next 7 years.

Today, on the 19^th of November 2010 I am sitting in my office beyond the working hours. I have a cup of coffee in one hand and the cell phone in the other. I have been staring at the same phone number since the past 5 hours, contemplating whether to call or not. A part of me wants to tell her everything but another part of me is scared what if she doesn’t care anymore? With fumbling fingers I press the green dial button. It was 4 in the morning, a sleepy voice answered my call, “Hullo.”

“Hi Ria. This is Ananyaa.”

To be continued...

Untitled

Even after reaching the classroom breathless my eyes are searching for you amidst the twenty people present. My heart skips a beat when I spot your wavy black hair. I walk upto my desk in the best possible manner passing by you wishing you would notice me. On the other hand, you are busy cracking a joke with your friends. How is that even when I look my best you don't notice me?

Even when I spend an hour getting ready you don't look at me?

The teacher enters and class starts. As usual you are called to the front bench. You walk up to the front desk with dreamy eyes and a bored expression on your face. Honestly, would it hurt to pay attention for a while? It would just help you but you are not the kinds. You will sit on the first bench and crack as many jokes as possible. Everyone laughs at them but I wish just once you would turn around and see that I was the one who was laughing the heartiest. Just once maybe you would notice that when you are flirting with the hottest girl in class a part of me dies. A simple "hi" from you would make my day but I seem to be Miss Non-existent for you. Why? Oh! Why is the world so mean to me?

Well........ seems like a story close to you? In our teenage years, we all have fallen for atleast one guy who has never noticed us. It seems like the end of the world then, but lets sit down and think about it. What if he had said "hi" to you? What if he had complimented you on your looks? What if he turned around and saw you laugh? Do you think you would have gone out with him? Do u think he was the guy to go out with? For once lets look at the other side. Maybe its better he didn't say hi to you. Maybe its a good thing that you are Miss Non-Existent for him. Maybe he was a guy you wouldn't have liked at all. Think about it what if Mr. Cute guy in class was Mr.Moron suddenly. Think about it who would you stare at and day dream? Maybe its for your own good that he doesn't notice you. Keep it that way. I, personally, have started believing that every crush doesn't necessarily have to turn into a relationship. Keep it (or rather him :P) as a crush. A crush who you can stare at in a boring lecture.

So, Happy crushing to you and me. =D

PS: Need a title for this post! Suggestions are welcomed (rather suggestions are needed).

To u and u and Of course U!!

When I've lost all hope, you have been the light at the end of the tunnel.

When I've cried, you were the tissue.

When I've laughed, you were the joke.

When I've danced, you were the music

When I wanted advice, you were the agony aunt.

When I wanted a friend, you were "________ _______"

I couldn't think of only one name here..........

Confessions Of A Broken Writer

Sometimes when you study do the letters or numbers seem like they are dancing? It's not a sign of a budding dancer in you but the sign of you not understanding a word in that subject.

Let me introduce you to Miss. XYZ. She's a regular teenage, who goes too school and leads a normal life. It's only when she is studying a particular subject, namely ACCOUNTS, that she starts penning down her thoughts. For days she does this and thinks of it as a budding writer. The writing bit takes up the time when she should be studying. Oh! Did I mention that she hates the subject? She doesn't understand the logic behind it and feels like tearing the HUGE BOOK apart. She has no clue about what chapter is being taught is school at the moment. Well... Getting back to the writing part. Days pass by and turn into weeks but she continues to write and doesn't realise that this writing is not going to get her a seat in college.

One dark morning when she fails in accounts she realises that the writing was indeed a mode of escaping studies and not a natural talent.

Does the story remind you of someone? You? It does. Yeah.... A Miss. XYZ does exist in all of us. All of us have done everything except studying our worst subject. Unfortunately, in case of Miss. XYZ she thought it was an actual talent. Now, was it? Or was it just an escape from the subject?

Now, the broken writer is confused. So, the next time the words in the Economics book seem like lyrics from a song ignore it. It's not the budding musician in you. It's just an element of distraction. Get rid of this element as soon as you can.

Kindergarten

Do you remember the stage in your life when relationships were not defined in a set manner? Do you remember when being friendly with the opposite sex was not considered as "FLIRTING?"
I remember that time. It was called "KINDERGARTEN."


Kindergarten was the time when playing in the mud (some people eating it also :P) was considered fun. It was the time when the world seemed to be painted by taking rainbow as the brush. A for Apple, B for Ball. It was such a simple life. The greatest tension of one's life then was "tom and jerry missed. hawwww!!"



We grew up and realised that the world is not painted by taking rainbow as the brush. It may be full of these vibrant colours but then it has been splashed with black spots everywhere. we want to believe that one day we will find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. We want to believe that on the eve of Christmas night comes Santa with Rudolph leading the sleigh. But why don't we?

With this i come back to my first question why is it that relationships are described in such a set manner? Why is it that rumors bring joy to people? Why is it always he likes her and she lies him? Maybe there is more than liking to any relationship!

I wish I could go back to kindergarten where liking didn't matter. where"I Love You" meant you are an amazing friend. It was the time when "Flirting" didn't exist. Kindergarten I miss you.
I miss being a kid. I miss believing in Santa. I miss playing in the park. I miss reading noddy and tinkle. I miss those colouring books. I miss you childhood. I genuinely miss you and i wish i coukd have you back in my life. :(

Emptiness

Sometimes in life, you become so close to people that you start taking them for granted and don't realise their value. It is after they leave that we realise how deeply they meant to us. It may not have happened to you but it has happened with me. As a veteran to this situation I wish no one suffers this ever in their life. The empty feeling, the feeling that something very vital is missing and most importantly the feeling of lossing out.
I have never been a sort of a person who shares deep down very personal feelings with everybody. In my 11th I opened up with those thoughts of mine, which I never share with anyone, to particular 12thies. The whole of 11th I never realised how much they meant to me. I cried when they left and was genuinely sad that they were not going to be around. The sadness never struck me till I entered 12th and after the summer vacations. I always thought its going to be the same whether they are in school or not. It doesnt really matter. We spend half our day in school right? This is the most important fact that i forgot. I go to school, have friends around me but deep down I feel those two's absence. I have tried getting that close to ohter people but I doubt trust and friendship can ever come forcefully. It only took me some months to open upto both of them. When i sit in school look out in the corridor I am reminded of tyhose days when I used to sit in the same class but with a very different set of people. The way I was always referred to as "THE KID". [Yes......... I miss that too..... :(] The way I discussed everything on this earth with no hessitation. The way SARCASM was always understood. I agree i talk to both of them on the phone everyday but the face to face thing is a different thing all together. I dont know whether they feel my absence or not but i do and this absence hurts deep. I MISS YOU GUYS!!!! LOADS!!!!
This is for BOTH of you.
To A: "Jaane Kyun" I Hate(love) you!!!
To S: "Aslam Bhai" I know so much about American Pie because I have an elder brother, my best friend is a guy and my potential BF is also a guy. *touchwood*
HAPPY FRIENDSHIP'S DAY!!!
PS: This post is not meant to be offending its just the way I feel!!!

My Maths Class

After a week of just sunshine, comes a week of cloudy amazing weather. Okay..... not amazing but still better. It's The CARMEL FEAST. So, you expect to do SOMETHING FUN in school. Guess what? Your school decides fun for 12th standard is studying MATHS for two BLOODY periods right in the morning. As students, I am pretty sure you will not define FUN in this manner (unless you are like a geniusin maths). Okay! So your teacher enters class with same look on her face which says , "Time to slaughter." No she is not a cannibal but torturing young adults for two whole periods with "Relations and Phunctions" is murdering them slowly.
Me and S cant handle this right in the morning. So plan made, we will not PAY ANY ATTENTION. We first try and make a plan for Harry Potter 6. We list all the possibilitie, none of them work out. Chuck it! Time to play "cross and nuts". That gets boring so we plan to play the dots thingie. You know where you make dots on the page and then you make square's. Then write your initials on it. Ya..... It's fun(in a maths class only :P). But the dot thingie takes a lot of time to make so we chuck that idea too. Then we do what we do best and the BEST thing to do in a maths class. Write lyrics of songs. Both of us get bored midway ............ so that plan also doesnt work out. The BELL rings..... Yes! Only one more period to go.
The next period starts. The teacher has started suspecting that we are not paying attention so in between we start nodding just to make sure she doesnt suspect anymore. Sister checks the mic, all hopes arise in the room just to be shattered by the announcement that 6th and 7th have been called down for the feast. The rest of the period goes by checking the watch every two seconds, looking for hope from the inercom and listening to "Yam belongs to Yan." Yes..... "M belongs to N."
Yes........ I havent understood a word in the whole class. The benefit of this:- My blog gets a new post. =)

A Wandering Teenage Mind

It's a bright and sunny morning again. You wake up early to study Maths. But guess what? You are a teenager and you have an extremely wandering mind. You wake up, brush your teeth and sit down to read the newspaper. Oh My God!! The recent much talked about celebrity couple has broken up! Yes!! Yes!!! If you are a girl the first thought that crosses your mind is to go and meet the male celebrity. There goes your wandering mind. It starts it's job of day dreaming. You dream about the male celebrity for a good half an hour. Well...... If you are like me I am considering your mind will also start forming opinions about the sports stars. Especially about "certain players" dressed as marching band members to play WIMBLEDON. Oh! Give me a break! After a good hour and half hour of forming opinions and day dreaming you sit down for breakfast. Food is IMPORTANT okay. Then you see the computer. I had to download that song and check facebook ( oh! please like someone has written on your wall in the past 8 or 9 hours of sleep that you got). Again if you are like me you have to beat your high score on that game. You sit down for like 3 to 4 hours doing ABSOLUTELY useless stuff on the computer. Ironical, you know that what you are doing is ABSOLUTELY WORTHLESS but you keep on doing it. When your mom starts giving you those murderous looks you realise its time to take a bath. Since you have nothing better to do you spend an hour taking a bath. By the time you are out of the loo, it's time for lunch. You slowly and steadily eat it. After all, you were taught as a kid that slow and steady wins the race. After lunch you go and place yourself in front of the couch to watch Television. You are surfing through the channels with the same words on your lips for every channel.... WORTHLESS. At last you find something to watch. you start watching Wimbledon and simultaneously message people. While watching Wimbledon the only thought you have in your mind is Only if only I could play like that. You pick yourself from the couch to go and listen to music. Oh! By the way the same song became irritating yesterday because you heard it so MANY TIMES. When music gets boring, you go and watch T.V. and then dinner. Finally Off to sleep.

Remember something?? You woke up early to study.Did that happen in the whole day? Did that particular thought cross your mind even once? let me answer those two questions for you its a BIG NO!!

ITS Totally me :)

[x] yourself!

YOUR BOY SIDE—
[x] You love hoodies.
[x] You love jeans.
[x] Dogs are better than cats. [ I love cats too...... totally CONFUSED]
[] It’s hilarious when people get hurt.
[x] Shopping is torture. [Definitely if you go with my mom]
[] Sad movies stink.
[x] You own a car racing game.
[x] You played with Hot Wheels cars as a kid. [Tell me someone who hasnt, except DQ]
[] At some point in time you wanted to be a fire-fighter.
[] You owned a DS, PS2, N64,or Sega.
[] You used to be obsessed with Power Rangers.
[x] You have watched sports on TV.
[x] Gory movies are cool.
[] You go to your dad for advice.[This is not possible]
[] You own like a trillion baseball caps.
[] You used to collect hockey cards
[x] Baggy sweats are cool to wear.
[] It’s kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people.[ Are you crazy its loads of fun]
[x] Green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favorite colors.
[x] You love to go crazy and not care what people think.
[x] Sports are fun.
[x] You talk with food in your mouth.[ Loads of times and scolded by mom too]
[x] You sleep with your socks on at night.
[] You have fished at least once

YOUR GIRL SIDE—
[] You love to shop.[Umm..... NO!!!]
[] You wear eyeliner. [ Does kohl come here??? :P]
[] You wear the color pink.[ YUCK!!! NO!!!]
[x] You go to your mom to talk. [ DUH!!! She is like my bestest adviser......]
[] You consider cheerleading a sport.
[] You hate wearing the color black.
[x] You like going to the mall. [ In mumbai yes cos of those video game parlours!!! YEAH!!]
[]You like getting manicures and/or pedicures. [Never got them done and no plans at the moment.]
[x] You like wearing jewelry.[ Acessories FREAK]
[x] You cried watching The Notebook.
[] Skirts are a big part of your wardrobe.
[] Shopping is one of your favorite hobbies.
[] You don’t like the movie Star Wars.
[] You are/were in gymnastics.
[x] It takes you around one hour to shower, get dressed, and make-up. [ cos i sit in the room and day dream]
[x] You smile a lot more than you should. [ Always]
[x] You have more than 10 pairs of shoes.
[x] You care about what you look like.
[] You like wearing dresses when you can.
[] You like wearing high heel shoes.
[x] You used to play with dolls as little kid.
[] You like putting make-up on others. [HATE.MAKE.UP.]
[] You like being the star of everything.
[] Pink is one of your favourite colors.

Appearance •

[x] I am shorter than 5′5″. [ I think so.... :/]
[x] I have many scars. [ YES and all cos of my BRO!!!]
[x] I tan/ burn easily.
[x] I wish my hair was a different color.[DUH!! i want to die them navy blue and get silver streaks]
[] I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.
[x] I have a tattoo. [ Had a temprorary one]
[] I am self-conscious about my appearance.[My mom is concious about mine though]
[x] I’ve had/have braces.
[] I’ve been told I’m attractive by a complete stranger.
[] I have more than two piercings.
[] I have / had piercings in places besides my ears.

• Embarrassment •

[x] I’ve slipped out a “lol” in a spoken conversation.
[] Disney movies still make me cry.
[x] I’ve snorted while laughing.
[x] I’ve laughed so hard I’ve cried. [i glued my hands to each other]
[x] I’ve glued my hand to something.
[x] I’ve laughed ’til some kind of beverage came out of my nose.
[] I’ve had my pants rip in public. [ Are you CRAZY??]

• Health •

[] I’ve gotten stitches.
[] Broken a bone.
[] I’ve had my tonsils removed
[] I’ve sat in a doctor’s office with a friend.
[] I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed.
[x] I’ve had serious surgery. [ almost]
[x] I’ve had chicken pox.

• Traveling •

[x] I’ve driven / riden over 200 miles in one day.
[] I’ve been to Canada.
[] I’ve been to Cuba.
[] I’ve been to Niagara Falls.
[] I’ve been to Ottawa.
[] I’ve gone to Sudbury.
[] I’ve been to the Caribbean.
[] I’ve been to Europe.
[] I’ve been to Florida.


• Experiences •

[x] I’ve gotten lost in my city.
[] I’ve seen a shooting star.
[] I’ve wished on a shooting star.
[] I’ve seen a meteor shower.
[x] I’ve gone out in public in my pyjamas.
[] I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator.
[] I’ve kicked a guy where it hurts.
[] I’ve been to a casino.
[] I’ve been skydiving.
[] I’ve gone skinny-dipping.
[] I’ve drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour.
[] I’ve crashed a car.
[] I’ve been skiing.
[] I’ve been in a musical.
[] I’ve caught a snowflake or snow on my tongue.
[] I’ve seen the Northern Lights.
[x] I’ve sat on a rooftop at night.
[x] I’ve played a prank on someone.
[x] I’ve ridden in a taxi.
[] I’ve seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.
[] I’ve eaten Sushi.
[] I’ve been snowboarding.

• Relationships •

[x] I’m single. [ I think I am kinda committed]
[] I’m in a relationship.
[] I’m engaged.
[] I’m married.
[x] I miss someone right now.
[ ] I’ve gotten divorce.
[] I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t.
[x] I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did. [ And it was for a good reason]

• Honesty / Crime •

[x] I’ve done something I promised someone else I wouldn’t.
[x] I’ve done something I promised myself I wouldn’t.
[x] I’ve snuck out.
[] I’ve lied to my parents about where I am.
[x] I’ve cheated while playing a game.
[] I’ve ran a red light.
[] I’ve witnessed a crime.
[x] I’ve been in a fist fight.[ Ya and won also okay he let me win!!!]
[] I’ve been arrested.

• Death and Suicide •
[x] I’m afraid of dying.
[x] I hate funerals.
[x] I’ve seen someone / something dying.
[x] Someone close to me has attempted / committed suicide.
[] I’ve written a eulogy for myself.

• Materialism •
[] I own over 5 rap CD’s.
[] I have an unhealthy obsession with anime
[] I own REAL designer purses, costing over $100 a piece.
[] I own something from Pac Sun.
[x] I collected comic books.
[] I own something from The Gap.
[] I own something I got on E-Bay.
[] I own something from Abercrombie.

• Random •
[x] I can sing well.
[] Stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.
[] I open up to others easily.
[x] I watch the news.
[] I don’t kill bugs
[x] I sing in the shower. [Always. ALWAYS!]
[x] I am a morning person.
[] I paid for my cell phone ring tone.
[] I am a sports fanatic.
[] I twirl my hair.
[x I care about grammar.
[] I have “?”’s in my screen name.
[] I love spam.
[x] I’ve copied more than 30 CD’s in a day.
[] I bake well.
[x] My favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, red, blue, black, purple, or orange.
[x] I would wear pajamas to school. [if they allow me to.]
[] I know how to shoot a gun.
[] I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS...EvErY nOw AnD tHeN. [ I hate people who type like this!!!]
[x] I laugh at my own jokes
[] I eat fast food weekly.
[] I’ve not turned anything in and still got an A in a certain class.
[] I can’t sleep if there is a spider in the room.
[] I am really ticklish.
[] I like white chocolate.
[x] I bite my nails.
[x] I’m good at remembering faces.
[x] I’m good at remembering names.
[x] I’m good at remembering dates.
[x] I honestly have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.
[x] All my answers were totally honest.