It's been so long...

It's been so long, since I wrote

now it's time I write a note

to myself and to those who care

who've always been there

for me when I was down

and thought prudent to drown

But No! I didn't do this crime

Cuz all I wanted to do was shine

and love those who cared 'bout me

live life to the fullest of glee

:D my first try at a poem longer than 4 lines....hehehe :D

Morning Mystery - Part 2

My brother dropped me at the Cocoaplex and I saw Mike and Mona there sitting in the almost empty food court. Mike and Mona were two of my best friends from high school.

I went and greeted them. Mona jumped at me, tightly hugged me and started sobbing. I wasn't sure what to do or even say. She was crying as if she never cried before. I just looked at Mike and even he looked as puzzled as me.

I told her to get a hold of herself, "Mona, it's okay sweetie! What happened? What's going on!" I was starting to get worried. She gently let go of me. I could see her eyeliner being washed away from her tears which was rolling down her cheeks.

I wiped her tears off her face and told her to sit down. She sat beside me, while Mike was sitting on the opposite side of the table.

She couldn't stop sobbing. Watching her shed tears was no less than watching a suspense movie for me!

Worried, I asked her again, "Mona, what's wrong?!"

"He broke up with me..." she put her hands on her face to cover them.

Mike exasperatedly slammed the table, got up and turned around to stand in anger away from Mona.

"Awww. But why did he break up with you?" I asked trying to hide my anger as much as I could.

"He said he.....loved.....someone else" she couldn't stop sobbing.

"WHAT?!!!!" I tried to sound as socked as I could. That bastard loving someone else didn't come to me as a surprise at all. Some of my friends from college know the true him. I had warned Mona 2 years ago, but...

"Yea....some girl in his college. they've been going out for 6 months now..." she wiped the tears off her face and looked angry.

"So basically, he was cheating on you!" I angrily exclaimed!

Mike turned around and shouted, "WE TOLD YOU NOT TO GO OUT WITH THAT SON OF A BITCH ! BUT NO, YOU HAD TO SHOW YOUR BARBIE BLONDNESS AND GO OUT WITH KEN!!!!!"

She started sobbing again.

"Mike, it's alright. Please don't swear!" I got up and tried to calm him down.

"Why is she so f*cking dumb!" he rhetorically asked looking at her. I could see the love and care in his eyes he had for her. A true friend, he was!

Mike, the cool and quiet guy who for reason never had a girl friend. No, he wasn't gay. He played offense on the High School soccer team. He also plays offense in his University's Junior Varsity soccer team. The guys looks damn cute and handsome. Almost all the girls were head-over-heels for this guy. Who wouldn't be? Not only was he good looking, he was the best player in the Soccer team and was one of the most intelligent person I've ever met in my life. What was peculiar to me was that he never liked hanging out with the so called 'popular' kids.

He preferred hanging out with me ever since he moved from Minneapolis in 10th grade. Mona and I had been friends since 9th grade. Both Mona and I were newbies, so what better way to make friends than with the newbies!

In English class during 10th grade, Mona, Mike and I were in the same group for a group project......and that's how it all began!

He didn't really like Mona in the beginning I guess because she was a bit full of herself at times. Plus she had a crush on him in the beginning. But I guess that crush eventually died as we moved on in 11th grade. (I won't lie, I did think he was damn cute, but I never developed feelings for him, we always discussed about studies and our common interests such as watching the discovery channel, the universe, etc (except sports!)....barely any fluff stuff)

All 3 of us at least had 2 classes together the following 2 years. Then parted ways for different universities/colleges. Mike, of course, got in UPenn not because of his soccer abilities, but because his SAT was one of the highest in the school. We all get together in the summer whenever we can. And today is one of those days.

"Mike, it's alright! She's a novice...." I said looking at her. Mike looked at me and raised his eyebrow at the word novice. "You know what I mean!" I quickly replied.

"Mona, it's okay. He was a bastard anyways," I can't believe I just swore, "There are thousands of guys out there! A guy who cheats on you is neither worthy of your love nor your tears!" I continued to talk and simultaneously loosing my cool had to shout, "WIPE UR DAMN TEARS AND STOP WHINING ABOUT THAT ASSHOLE!!" I thought I sounded like a hypocrite.

When I should be studying...

Yea, that's right. I should be studying right now since I have a final exam in like 4 hours!....Funny, I didn't even start reading any chapters yet...ha ha ha....Oh Economics, why must thou f*ck everyone up?

Well, thanks a lot Economics! Anyways, I was reading a book for my Ethics in Finance course, and I enjoyed reading it (no, im not being sarcastic). It wasn't a course book with dry dry dryyyyyyyyy material. This was just like a nonfictional informative funny-humorous take on the credit crunch/credit crisis that took place during 2007-2008. So why am I telling you this? Well, since I was talking about economics, the author mentions that economic theories only work in theory, not good for any practical sense anyways (how true!). And so are the formulas derived by the 'Quants' (as he puts it for Mathematicians) for econ. Basically, he's saying -in my own interpretation - Economics is simply bullshit!....well, that's what i'd like to say to finance too, and everything else in life. This can be another topic which can be discussed separately.

Anywhoooo....and the biggest sham of all formulas in econ I believe is the money supply formula.

This is how it works: Suppose you're the bank and I'm a consumer. I give you $100 as a deposit. Now, that money is ur liability to me (This is why you see debit and credit differently in your bank statement)...Anyways, now you as the bank want to make money off of that $100 that you just got from me (of course u wanna make $$$, right?)....so you keep $10 to yourself ('fractional reserve banking' its called.....i call it SHIT!)) and lend the $90 to someone else. Now, that person will go to some other bank, say Bank2 and deposit $90 there. Bank 2 keeps $10 and loans the $80 to someone else. So money has been created....ooo...aaaa...MAGIC!!!....100+90+80 = 270. (of that 270, 170 was created by the Banks)....Amazing eh? Just from that $100, banks have created 270 dollars..... AND IT CONTINUES....And this, ladies and gentlemen, how money is created. Amazing eh? (now im being sarcastic) TOTAL SHAM I SAY!....Money is not 'created'...it's just borrowed, loaned and used and borrowed used and loaned and so forth...The only time, I believe, when money is 'created' is when the govt prints money. Of course, that's not feasible all the times, since printing too much money leads to inflation....and yea...Economics is fun, i tell ya!!!...Actually, it can be pretty interesting, but at times, it's all the same freakin thing, SUPPLY AND DEMAND....SUPPLY AND DEMAND...SUPPLY AND DEMAND!!!!!....with an equilibrium, of course.....only if life had a balancing equilibrium.....**SIGH**

Back to studies, I suppose. Hello Economics. Oooo...it's my last exam for the semester :D hoooraaayyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!.......

Yipppeee... :D :D :D I can finally sleep properly after my exam...given that these neighbors of mine stay quiet and not chuckle loudly!!!....Even I chuckle inside my head sometimes hearing one of the girl chuckle sooooooooooooo loudly in high pitch voice.... haaa haaaaa haaaaaaahhh!!! (laugh like this in a high pitch loudly....it'll sound hilarious :P)...lol....or as Iku Miku says: lolwa :D hehehe :)

I get to go home soon!!!!!!!!! :D :D :D :D :D :D :D Joy to my world, the day will come, let me reach home soooon.....joy to my world (joy to the world....i'm so in the Christmas spirit now! :D)

Oh here are some pictures I took of Downtown Toronto :D (with the shitty camera of my shitty cell phone....)...'Tis the jolly time of Christmas :D ....Dear Santa....(errrr....maybe in the next post).... :P lolwa :D

The most recent one I took in the morning...they added some reindeer and nutcrackers.....looks much better in the night tho... :-/

P.S. I just realized I made so many mistakes.....aghhh...i cant keep my eyes opened.....maybe I should just go and read for my final exam.....[Note: reading is different than reading and comprehending]....let me visually demonstrate what I mean:

Randomness - again

Wow, it's been a looooooooooong time since I wrote a blog post. I guess I was too lazy to write anymore...lol...

Since I can't come up with any topic, here are some random thoughts: (read it at ur own leisure time)

Currently listening to maine dil sey kaha dhoonhd laana khushi from an obsolete movie called Rog(which I have not seen) starring the talented Mr Irrfan Khan!....oh shit!....wait...the song is over! darn! now playing in my windows media player is Lucky boy...jaane kaun banega mera lucky boy!...from Bachna Ae Haseeno. Nonsense movie!!!!!!

Oh, in case you wanna listen to these songs, lemme go find them on youtube....no...i dont wanna. Go find it yourself....yea that's right, move some of those darn muscles. Wait!!!! not right now....wait until you finish reading my blogpost :D oh and dont forget to leave a comment....hehehe :D

Anyways,

So Commonwealth games going on New Delhi... Kewl! Don't care! :) I have better things to do....dont ask what!

Oh now, my song is chand mera dil. :D It's one of my absolute all time favs :D hehehe... :D

Shit! I should be studying :O :O :O

ugh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!....

Adios Amigos :D

WHAT?????? Did I just waste your time by making you read my good-4-nothing blogpost? :-/

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED! :D lol....jk....I'll try to continue the story of Riya 'Morning Mystery'. In the meanwhile, you can read that blogpost. It's quite interesting....hopefully :)

You can read it here: http://neham18.blogspot.com/2009/08/morning-mystery.html

Enjoy :)

Peace!!!!

oh and PLEASE DO LEAVE COMMENTS! THANKS! :)

Dear God...I'm stressed

Dear God,

I dont want to talk to you. I'm very angry at you, it's only because of my frustration and stress that I have been experiencing lately. I know it's not your fault, but you could help me out, you know. It's not like I ask you for things every single day. I rarely ask you for anything. :(

I just want you to sort this problem out ASAP!!!!!!! (hopefully by Thursday evening)

How can you let me be stressed over this little situation? I am crying over this little thing....how in the world is this possible? How can you let me suffer like this??? Do you know how it feels like to be stressed out and be frustrated and all those anxious feelings you get when you experience this sort of thing? But then again, how would you know what's it like to be stressed out :( You live a stress-free life up there in your heavenly abode...nothing to worry about...letting the world run on its own....But making Neha suffer over this little thing, you just enjoy doing that, dont you?

Okay, okay, I'm Sorry! :(

I know I say and do silly and stupid things sometimes due to which you angry at me, but that's no reason for you to punish me like this. I dont want to be stressed out and cry over this little sproblem :(

It's just not me....this is not me. I dont cry over little things like this that stress me out....

Please, please, please, God, if you can hear my tiny little plead then PLEASE HELP ME!

I beg you, on my knees (upset and crying) with my hands folded together, to solve this problem and let me be free of this stress and frustration and worry and anxiety (etc.) that is currently residing in me.....PLEASE!!! :( :( :(

I would gratefully be thankful to you, as always, and more, if this problem gets solved ASAP!...

Waiting to see a miracle happen from your side. Please show me that there are such things as miracles that exist. Please don't let me down. :(

Rest is fine. Hope things are well with you (ideally, it should be, right?....unless there's some problem. You can always share your problems with me, you know. I'm always here for you! Just like how you are always here for me! :) And I know you will be here for me to listen to my current problem and help me solve it ASAP! :) )

Sincerely, truly and lovingly yours,

Neha Misra

p.s. Sorry for any grammatical and/or spelling errors.

Shopping and Marriage...

Meri pyaari maate, aap mujhe kyun sataate? Yes, she does bug me; she does nag me. I love it :)

Anyways, Who doesn’t?!?! We all love our respective mother, but there are certain things you’d wish she wouldn’t do or say. I love whatever mom says or does, but there are certain things I seriously wish she’d stop doing and talking about it. They are the following:

• Taking me for apparel shopping
• Marriage

1^st : Apparel Shopping

Every time I’m back in USA, my mom always nags me for apparel shopping. If there’s one thing that I detest in life, it's cloth shopping. Tell me to go grocery shopping with you; I would happily love to go, but cloths shopping no way!!!! Time killer! It’s a total time killer!

Let me try to exemplify:

You go in the store, search for shirts, find one that you like (limited by price tag) try it on…..oh darn, it doesn’t fit you…you look fat in it….something or the other!....somehow it just looked good on the hanger on display…so never mind…Let’s put this back on the rack = waste of time!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is worse when you have wasted so much time picking out quite a few shirts after shuffling through gazillion shirts and then try them on one by one, only to find out after trying that it was a wasteeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!! WTF!!!! Why would I waste my time like that?

Okay, maybe it’s just me! Perhaps cloths don't like me that much?!...IDK!!!! Whatever!!!!

Oh, now the shoes. I can never find anything that I like. If I do like something, again I’m restricted by the price tag (I myself make that a restriction to refrain myself from spending too much money on buying expensive stuff that I could otherwise save....YES, I'M A MISER!!!! lol...)
It’s not that dad wouldn't pay for a shoe that I'd like to buy, which might be a bit overpriced, it’s just that I don’t wanna waste money on some crappy cloth or shoe/sandal that I wouldn't feel comfortable wearing. I too wanted to buy winter boots, but haven’t bought it cuz I didn't find one that I could buy, not cuz of the price (that's a secondary excuse), but mainly due to the reason that some were crappy, or too fancy looking, and worse of all….most had HEELS!!!! Gosh!! I always wonder how people walk in them, esp in those pencil tip heels. It always amuses me to see girls walk in them, and that too in snow….simply astounding!!!!!!

Mom was very disappointed in me that I didn’t find any snow boots this winter…again! My third consecutive year without any snow boots. Yey!!!!! Just one more year…just one more year!!!!!! Lol…

That’s my disliking of shopping!!!! Well, it’s not like I totally detest it. I mean, I have to do apparel shopping. It’s one of the basic survival necessities of life. So I only do it when mom nags me to, otherwise, when in Toronto, Neha only does grocery shopping! :) And this is one shopping that I love doing! :D hehehehe…

2^nd: Marriage

Here’s what I have noticed about any parent worrying about: marriage of their growing up children (of course when they reach that marriageable age, esp that of a girl…)

I, being a girl, (surprise, surprise!!! lol...) should not be worrying about marriage at this age, but my mom does…A LOT!)

Here’s what mom says: “Padh lo beta padh lo…kyunki ab tumhaara chehra dekh kar toh koi tumse shaadi karne waala hai nahi, isliye acche se padho…khoob mann laga ke padho!"

…I love it how she motivates me to study now.
Before it used to be just 'study beta study’…now it’s ‘study otherwise no one will marry you.’

(This whole conversation sounded funnier and much better when I had this conversation with my mom in Bhojpuri...)

Here’s another incident that happened when I was at home in India this June:

One of my buas (one of dad’s younger sisters), who resides in Mumbai, was telling me about a guy who lives in Mumbai, he’s in the Navy, his sir name is Pandey and blah blah blah….Who cares!!!! Does it look like I want to get married at this age? C’mon!!

Here’s what I told her:

1^st of all, I don’t want to marry.

2^nd: I’m only in my 3^rd year of Undergraduate studies.

3^rd of all, I don’t want to marry a Pandey. Why should I marry a Pandey, Shukla, Dwivedi or Tiwari? Find me a ‘Misra'...I don’t want to change my last name! Do you know how much of a hassle it is for a girl after her sir name changes? Every document will need to be reissued…oh, on top of that, time and waste of money!!!!! So it’s better to marry someone with the same sir name so that the hassle could be kept at minimal, if not be totally obliterated.

This whole conversation, of course, was in Bhojpuri…Pure Eastern UPian Bhojpuri. She could not help but pull my cheeks and do the 'cootchie-cootchie-koo'!!! Oh my cheeks!!! :D lol :)

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BLOGGER'S LAST REMARKS/ P.S.

• HAPPY NAVRATRI! :)
• Just to clearify something form the previous post: No one ever taught me how to dream well. I always knew how to dream, and that too, well!!!!...It's just people were too busy being contemptuous towards me to notice the potential of my imagination!!!!
• On a happier note, I talked to my janau 2day! :) She finally went to sleep after both of us got scolded...I got scolded on phone, of course :P lol...miss ya a lot...and luv ya dheeer saara :) Say hi to Mr. 'Eddie the Teddie' from me :)
• Exams, group projects, and essays are never ending!!!!!!
• Mid-term on Wednesday; need to read 7 chapters in 3 days! FUN FUN FUN!!!!!!
• Consulting Management project = killer!!!!!!!!!!....This better pay off in the future...else!!!! GRRRR!!!!!
• FOCUS NEHA, FOCUS!!!!!!!! ACCIO BRAINPOWER!!!!!!! (in desperate need for this to study for my mid-term)
• Please excuse errors in this post as it was written in haste since I need to study study study....else no one will marry me! :( Oh the agony :P
• PLEASE DO LEAVE COMMENTS! :) THANKS! :)
• PEACE OUT!!!!!!!

Jab They Met...Again!

"Hey bhagwaan....itni badi line toh bhagwaan ke mandir mein bhi nahi lagti jitni badi yahaan shaadi mein khaana khaane waalo ki lagi hai!" Shikha, who was standing beside me in the queue, rolled her eyes impatiently.

"Tu mandir bhi jaati hai?" Anshika, standing behind me, sacastically asked her.

"Haan, kal abhi main pehli baar gayi thi na di aur aapke saath" Shikha replied looking back and gave her a shot eyes, and then turned around to look frustratingly in the front of the line - where ever that was. It seemed as if the line was not moving at all.

"Why are we standing in line?...Hum guest thodi na hai jo hume line mein khada hona pade, woh bhi KHAANE KE LIYE!!!..." I exclaimed as if I were a politician giving a lecture on fundamental rights and freedoms.

"Shreya theek kehti hai," Anshika agreed and look exasperated as she spoke to Shikha, "Shikha, tu bhi na, hume befaaltu mein yahaan kheech kar laayi..."

Shikha took a quick deep sigh and replied, "Di, agar hum room mein khaana mangwa legne toh ladke mujhe dekhenge kaise?" I could not help but admire her bubbly character, which was clearly depicted by her wink to me after she had finished the sentence.

"Tujhe?...toh fir HUM YAHAAN PAR KYUN HAIN?" Anshika's frustrated voice was starting to turn into anger.

I could not help but giggle. "Hey...almost our turn to grab the plate....Oh Lord! Matar paneer...Aalu gobhi ki sookhi sabji...yumm!!!!"

"Pehle starters then main dish and finally dessert!" Anshika's eyes sparkled looking at the food ahead.

"Wait!" Shikha looked astonished, "I thought you were on a diet!..." she retorted looking back at Anshika behind us.

After rolling her eyes, Anshika started to speak more to herself than to us, "Today is an exception, my dear. It's my best friend's wedding!..." Ohoo...like we didn't know!..."Wait...hang on..." she had received a call on her zombie phone..."Hello?....oh hey!...kidhar hai tu?..."

We called it the zombie phone as she always has her phone on silent mode. Yeh baat ki kab usse koi call karta hai ya toh bhagwaan jaane ya fir khud wahi!

"Di, there's a really cute and handsome guy talking on the phone and looking over here at us..." Shikha nudged me with her elbow to look away from the food line to the guy...

"Who cares!!!!!!" I really did not want to look as food was more important to me than looking at some guy glaring at us while talking on his phone, and "...he's making his way towards us...!" Shikha was now on self-talk spree...."aaaaaaa....he's coming!" She could not hold her excitement and Ansikha was also attending a call.

Grrrr!!!...Why was I here? One was behind me talking to someone on the phone (done talking I suppose) the other was talking to herself and nudging me with her elbow just to -- "OUCH!!! Shikha mujhe nahi dekhna kisi - " I looked on my left and was frozen!!!!!! "- PARAG!!!..." Ansikha and Shikha both looked at me and then at Parag and back at me and back at Parag, who was smiling at me and I could not help but smile back at him! :)

"WHOA!!!! You two know each other?" Anshika asked with amazement. I didn't know whether she asked me or him as I was lost in Parag's smile, his beautiful smile.....Oh beautiful heaven!!!! Where were thou for all these years?

"Hi Shreya!" Oh Lord, his voice!!...His deep charming voice that could floor any girl, or a guy for that matter. AAAHHHH!!! I'm becoming weak, oh no!...Be calm and strong Shreya, be calm and strong!!!!

"Hey!..." I wanted to jump at him and hug him, but...Control Shreya, control! All I did was convert my zeal of jumping at him and giving him a hug into a huge smile on my face trying not to look like an idiot.

"Wait, tum dono ek doosre ko jaante ho?" Anshika asked again as she wasn't answered earlier for the same question.

"Obviously, Madam Einstein, if they know each other's name, they're bound to know each other!" Shikha snarled at Anshika. "But how do YOU know him?" Shikha asked Anshika and without waiting for an answer she quickly turned to Parag and put her right hand forth to shake his hand, "Hi, I'm Shikha Pandey."

Parag looked away from me to shake hands with Shikha, without a change in his facial expression, he sweetly shook her hands and responded, "Hi, I'm Parag." I can tell you for sure what Shikha had been thinking in her mind at that moment: 'I'm never washing my hands ever again!!!' Yea, that's Shikha there for you. A complete cartoon character in her own peculiar way, but that's the best thing about her personality.

"You guys know each other?" Ansikha looked from Parag to me.

I nodded with the slightly reduced smile on my face, but the zeal was still sparkling inside me.

"We were class mates for 4 years, from 7th until 10th." I was telling and moving along the line.

"Oh!"Anshika and Shikha both got a satisfying answer which, for some reason, didn't sound too appealing to them.

"Do logo ke baad humaari baari hai plates grab karne ki." Shikha kept moving at the flow of the line's pace.

"Parag, tumhe nahi khaana?" Anshika asked Parag.

Before he could answer the question, Shikha while grabbing the plate asked, "Aap iss cheez ko kaise jaante hain?" referring cheez to Anshika.

Before he could answer, Anshika replied back, "Yeh iss CHEEZ ke maama ka beta hai!" She grabbed the plate as well.

"Ooooo!!!" Shikha tried to sound tacky, but clearly she was excited to be standing to someone like Parag, who was just standing, trying not to look too embarrassed in the presence of 3 girls at a marriage ceremony. The poor guy's nature was shy anyways, and when he's around someone like Shikha, how can he not be. "Di, are you not going to grab a plate?" Shikha nudged me again.

"Ohhh," I got out of the line and stood beside Parag, "tum dono kha lo, main baad mein khaoongi."

"kyun?" Anshika legitimately queried as she grabbed cucumbers and carrots from the salad bar.

"I haven't talked to Parag," trying not to look into his eyes, I quickly looked up at him and continued to speak to Anshika and Shikha, "...tum log khao, main baad mein kha loongi." I smiled and looked at Parag straight into his eyes, which I should not have done.

They both agreed and kept moving along the line to get their food.

Parag and I walked to a distant place where our voices would not be heard by both of them.

"So, how are you?" He looked at me with a query full of face. This is definitely not what he wanted to ask me at first.

"Fine, and yourself?" I smiled and tried not to give away that I knew his intentions to query me.

"I'm also fine. So how are you here...? I mean when did you come to India?" Here we go!

"The bride, Shivani, is my mausi's elder daughter." I looked at the jaimaal stage.

"Oh" his tacky reply was a clear depiction that he could care less how I was related to the bride, or better, how I was even here, all he cared was that I WAS THERE!

"Are you here with Anshika? And you never told me you had another bua whose daughter's name was Anshika." I started getting speculative as he had told me before he only had one bua who's daughter was younger than him.

"Cousin bua....just like how you have so many cousin buas. I have one cousin bua. But I'm not here with her, I found out she was going to be here just couple of days before." He smiled.

"Oh!...So how exactly are you here? ladko waalo ki taraf sey ho? Shakti ke friend ho?...nahi, Shakti tumhara friend kaise ho sakta hai, tum Delhi ke, woh Lucknow ka, impossible. Toh tum ladko waalo ki tarf sey hoge...hai na?....OH! By the way, Shakti Shivani didi aur Shikha ka bhai hai" why was he staring at me as if he was about to burst into laughter?

"Tum bilkul nahi badli" he controlled his laughter but kept smiling. "Main tumhaari didi-ke husband-ke-bhai-ka-dost hoon. Remember Chirag, my roomie from 1st year?"

"Oh....that's Chirag? Shit!...maine toh recognize hi nahi kiya...ek hi baar toh dekha tha usse woh bhi ek photo mein...he looks differnt now lekin tum nahi badle...same height, same face, same voice, same smile, and same hair....but ek baat alag hai..." my enthusiastic tone turned in a speculative tone again.

"Yea? And what is that?" he asked eagerly.

"I've always preferred you in a t-shirt than in a shirt, except in the school uniform, but today is something different, with the baby blue tieeeee....or maybe I'm just in a delusional state right now..." I tried to control my laugh.

"Yea?" he raised his eyebrows, I nodded with a smile.

He continued, "Hmm..and maybe I'm in a delusional state right now too, thinking that today you're looking the most beautiful I have ever seen you."

"Ahaan!" I exclaimed, "And exactly how many times have you seen me with casual cloths?"

"Well, I'd say a total of about 10 to 15 days I suppose, including the 3 day rendezvous we had 4 years ago in Delhi." he recalled our meeting when I had come back to India after 4 years back then.

We both chuckled and could not help but show our grins to each other, but he spoke and when he speaks in his deep yet charming and sexy voice...OH LORD!!!!....especially when he gives you a compliment, you can not help but be on cloud 9.

"But seriously, you look really beautiful, as always!!! And as I said before, the most beautiful I have ever seen you..." his eyes, oh lord!!! I chuckled and and said, "thanks. You yourself don't look bad either," Oh, maybe I should not have said that or maybe I did the right thing since all he said was a sweet little appreciative thanks as he knew my hidden intention of a compliment behind that remark. Why did he know me so well back then?

I smiled back at him and we kept smiling at each other. There was an awkward pause for some seconds while we roved our eyes around before I asked him, "So, how's your girlfriend, kya naam tha uska, Varsha, if I may recall her name correctly," I sounded trailing off pretending to recall his girlfriend's name.

"Does it matter?" he asked calmly.

"Okay," I shrugged, "if you don't wanna tell, then it's fine."

"Right, I don't wanna tell as you never told me anything in these 4 years."

"Arrey, Kya bataati?"I asked in puzzlement.

"Kuch bhi Shreya, anything!!!" he insisted.

"Anything! Really Parag! Anything?" I retorted and continued talking, "Whenever I told you anything, you always found it boring, whether it was me telling you what I had bought for sabji on a specific day, or what I'll be doing for the rest of my day, or even what I didn't do. Ab jab back then you didn't find anything I told you interesting, then do you really think I'll even bother telling you anything?" I hope all this was going in his brain because I swear to God I would have slapped him if we were not here at a wedding ceremony; and after being slapped he would've just taken my hand and have me slap him more. Such an idiot he is! :)

"Toh? Ab boring tha toh kya karta sun ke? Tumhaari tarah boring cheeze mujhme interest nahi daal sakti ki main unhe suno aur apna time waste karu! Aur tumhaare paas toh kuch interesting hota bhi nahi tha batane ke liye...'I brought aalu today...I will take out the garbage today...I will study after talking to you...I made chai, will you drink?...KAISE PEETA CHAI, SHREYA?" I don't understand how this guy can shout under his breath and still sound cute and adorable.

"Dimaag sey! Aur waise bhi, you don't drink chai!!!"I growled at him with a smile.

"Yea, exactly, so it didn't matter what you made there, Shreya. Chai or coffee, I couldn't drink it. If you had been here....or I would have been there, then...." he sighed deeply and continued, "Well, it doesn't matter. Now I'm here and standing in front of you. But you didn't even care to tell ME that you're back in India. Fine, we were not talking, we never called each other for 4 years, never sent an email to each other, never nothing for 4 damn years!!!!..." he paused to inhale some air fromm talking nonstop rapidly - were we not talking about him and his girlfriend? - and he continued, "...There was nothing about you coming to India on your Orkut status either." Now he started to sound like he was going to lose his cool and yell at me any moment now.

"Parag, I'm not going to make an announcement to everyone that I'm coming to India!" I said as calmly as I could.

He sighed again, "...you could've at least told ME, Shreya" he pointed to himself exaggerating the word me.

I looked at him with a blank face and glared right into his eyes, but he jerked his head around to look away from my eyes. I kept looking up at him. Finally, when he looked back into my eyes, I replied, "Parag, there was no point in telling you, meri shaadi pakki ho gayi hai..."

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• Long post. I know! :) Kya karu...mann kar raha tha. Bahut dino sey this was in rough mode. 2-3 din sey prototype mein gaya, and then aaj jaake finally....phew!!!!
• All characters and incidents are fictitious. Any resemblance to any person or incident is just a mere coincidence!
• I WOULD LIKE TO THANK GOD FOR PROCESSING MY REQUEST FROM LAST POST! THANK YOU, GOD! :) I LOVE YOU! :)
• I have my Critical Thinking exam tomorrow and I have not studied a bit! Henceforth begins my all-night 'studying' quest! I'm so excited!!! yipppeee!!!! :D
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