The End.

No, not of this blog, though at the pace I'm blogging, I might as well.

The end of the year. 2009. The 'Noughties' are done with, I guess. Woo hoo and all.

It's been a good decade. We've gone...from the Backstreet Boys to Hannah Montana, and everything in between, and I don't know WHICH is worse.

The year...well, it was the end of an era. School. CBSE. All that. My hair went from ostentatious red-streaked (sadly, THAT'S the photo that's on my college ID card) to pink streaked to punk short. And now....it's a little shorter than that. Whee. I got a third piercing on my right ear (it STILL hurts. SO many months later.) I fell in love with Bombay and so much more. I went from being angry that I couldn't go to college because of rain, to waking up, hearing rain, rolling over and going back to sleep quite happily. I loathe heavy rain.

It's been...a good year.

Plans? Well...My parents are in town. Leaving tomorrow. So, we're watching 3 Idiots tonight. Whee. A sober New Year.

Resolutions? Absolutely none, as of now. Take life as it comes. Make the best of everything. Grab opportunities by the nuts. Crib less. Dance more.

So.....here's to Twenty Ten, I wish everyone a great new year! I Apologize for the highly boring post.

Readying herself for bed, Juliet heard a sound

T’was the feet of brave Romeo, hitting the ground

From the wall into her orchard he has jumped

Adrenalin and love his systems have pumped

He opens his mouth, delivers a dose of sap:

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?

It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,

Who is already sick and pale with grief,

That thou her maid art far more fair than she:

Be not her maid, since she is envious;

Her vestal livery is but sick and green

And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.

It is my lady, O, it is my love!

O, that she knew she were!

She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?

Her eye discourses; I will answer it.

I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:

Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,

Having some business, do entreat her eyes

To twinkle in their spheres till they return.

What if her eyes were there, they in her head?

The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,

As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven

Would through the airy region stream so bright

That birds would sing and think it were not night.

See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!

O, that I were a glove upon that hand,

That I might touch that cheek!

Ay me, thinks Julie, what do I say

This silly Casanova will not go away…

“Tis thy name that is my enemy, you cannot have me.

Oh, don’t protest, together we cannot be”

Says the emo Romeo, “Then if it is so

To the afterlife I will have to go

First I leave Rosaline, then I lose you

I now know what I have to do”

He shed a tear, and drew his sword

He slit his throat and thus kept his word.

Juliet she stared, and then gave a little shrug

The poor little chap must have been on a drug

Then she went back inside, before her mirror she did preen

For the lace-clad lover in her bed, her fair Rosaline.

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Just something I was trying out. Yes, the 'sap' IS lifted directly from the balcony scene. Please do not bash me for 'destroying' one of the greatest ever love stories. Literature is free to interpretation and all that.

On a slightly darker note, college has resumed, after them exams and that teeny break. It's a royal pain trying to wake up in the morning.

Today, I am sick. I cannot seem to stop being sick and start being awesome.

How tragic.

F.O.P.E.B.S!

That stands for Full On Post Exam Beach scene, as coined by Krish. The plan? Gather a bunch of people, rent a bungalow on Mandwa beach for the day, and CHILL. And that is exactly what we did.

We got to gateway at 9.45 am and took a ferry to Mandwa. Forty minutes sped by on the waves...and then we were on the beach. Mandwa...well, it's on the mainland. Serene, and deserted. The house Krish rented was perfect, no more than a tiny room, a bathroom, a kitchen, and a huge patio with chairs and beds, just right for a day trip.

It wasn't a party. It was an awesome day of relaxation, music, lazing, and frolicking in the water, and then more lazing. And posing, let's not forget. A wonderfully mellow day, the serene spot, the company and the music all added up to create something more awesome than each of them individually.

We caught the 5.15 ferry back...and it was unimaginably beautiful, with the sky glowing vermillion over the sea and seagulls escorting the boat halfway across the trip....

And I, listening to Floyd, blissed out.

Wallet cleaned out, I trudged home. Happy.

Miss Independent

I packed a fast bag after my first paper on the 30th (so fast, in fact, that I forgot to pack in my underwear and had to return for it the next morning before my paper) and went to meet KayDee at Dadar.

Yes, Kay's in Bombay, on a 10 day stopover between Singapore and Muscat. I spent my birthday with her, actually...(The birthday itself was not as blurry as 18th birthdays should be, but what can one do three days before the exam? I DID however buy some awesome headphones and a Bob Dylan tantra shirt. And I did all this in an awesome dress and heels. Mehh.)

So. We cabbed and rick-ed it through to Thane, where Kay's parents have a flat. The flat is a little more spartan than I remembered it, in some ways, but it IS impressively well stocked. The fridge is loaded with spices and I even found a jar filled with chocos. I finished the Chocos.

As for the actual living...well, Kay's used to it, having lived alone for quite a while now, but for me, it was a little strange not having an adult in the house. Then again, it was an awesome kind of strange. Plus, I'm an adult now, I suppose. More than that, it just feels liberating and quite normal, really, to do exactly what we wanted (she lazes around, I come back from exams, laze, and try to study, and watch movies), go out and come back at our own will. We reached home from grocery shopping at 9.30 the other day, and it didn't feel too late, but that's really relative isn't it, late and early? Depending on which relative setting your curfews. Sigh.

This feels so right, living alone. I should really start looking for cheap studio flats with decently sized kitchen spaces. I might be learning a lot from Bombay, but living alone will be the big lessons : Independence and...how not to be a bitch.

It's tragic that rents are so high.