:)

MLY....

Hell yeahh!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;)

December 31, 2009

I woke up this morning, to a feeling of dread. Dreading that we would be leaving for Chandigarh today.

Now that I’ve spent nearly a week here, it surprises me to think how I never wanted to come here- in the first place. But then, wisdom lies in knowing when to move along with the tide, and when to take a stand. I decided to move along with the tide- and I’m happy at that decision.

Naturally, the first question that I posed to Mom, as soon as I came downstairs, was “When are leaving?”. And before she answered it, I quickly tried to answer it for her, “Day-after?”. The answer was a yes, and I was relieved. Before anything else, I was already deciding how I’d want to spend my day. And my answer, without a second-thought, was “Shantaram, sun, roof-top, sleep, lazy.” :)

But then, just eating, reading and sleeping the whole day had, in fact, taken a toll on me. Which, well, surprised me- since I hadn’t expected my body to want (rather, to cry out ) for some exercise, knowing the lazy person that I was, and wished to be, all the while here. My body was literally screaming, “give me some freaking exercise!!! Use me the way I’m made to be used!!!”. And for a change, (:P) I decided to pay heed to these screams, and decided to go for a walk. Even more surprisingly, I wanted to go for a nice, 10 am jog. Sadly, I hadn’t got my running shoes along, and I’d have to be contented with a walk. Considering the state of affairs, I was ready for any kind of physical exercise.

So off I went. Along the mini-canal that runs along the fields. The sun was glistening, slowly coming out of its slumber. The fog was dispersing, hesitantly. All was silent, despite the fact that the farmers would be out to work in just a few minutes. But there was no before-work bustle, unlike we city-goers. The sand was soft, and I kinda wished to remove my shoes and walk. But I did not, and I still do not understand why.

The path seemed endless. Lost in my own thoughts, I’d forgotten to appreciate everything around. But I soon realized this, and tried to take in every sight and sound. The path, endless as it was, seemed like a layman’s life- without an aim, and taking every minute as it came. That’s what it was. I could not see the road from where I was to turn. And despite its lack of definitive-ness, it looked really beautiful. Eucalyptus trees lined it on both sides, followed by green, un-ending fields. The sun, reflected in the following water, added a sparkle, a glimmer.

I carried on, not the least worried about the lack of a ‘goal’. It would come. The turn that I was waiting for, would come. And I did not ruin this part of the walk, worrying for a turn that would come for sure, but was not visible right now. And if it did not come even then, I’d return back home. But through a different path. I don’t travel the same road twice. I choose not to. Because every new path that you trudge opens a world of opportunities that you never thought existed.

The whole time, my mind was filled with numerous, random thoughts. Some new, some old. Some relevant, some totally irrelevant. But I did not restrict myself, and let each and every thought flow into and out my mind as freely as it wished. After all, how many times do you get to do this, before this train of thought is interrupted by a rude honk?

Seemingly endless...

I reached the turn I was to take, without even realizing it. As I said, some things will happen- no matter what. And it won’t matter if you worry about them or not, because they will happen. They are bound to happen.

The morning was still. Quiet. Serene. Just the occasional scooter or motorcycle passed by. Wanting to ‘hear’ the stillness around, I decided to stop for a while. I sat down, right at the edge of a huge field, recently sown with wheat. But this time, my thoughts were not random. They were focused on one person. Just one person.

In the meantime, a curious, and rather funny, incident happened. While I was reading my old messages, three people came and stood, a few metres away from me. I was startled when I looked up, cuz it seemed kinda spooky. LOL… but I was sure they’d mean no harm, cuz if they did…well, then they would’ve been in huge trouble.

After looking at me intently for a while, and without my having asked them ‘what’s up?’, they told me that they thought I was this guy who has been missing from a nearby village. I wanted to LMAO right then and there, but kept my composure. This is because, since it was kinda windy, I’d worn the hood of my jacket, and my hair were let loose, falling from the left side. They’d mistaken me for that guy, thinking that he’d let his hair loose! LOL…!!! All mis-understandings were cleared, and as my farmhouse was visible right in front, I told them who I was, and where I belonged. They were satisfied with that, embarrassed at their speculation, and thus, apologized and went back from where they’d come.

Came back home after a good one hour of wandering around, via the main road. Was happy with the ‘geri’… :)

Since it would be time before water for a bath would be heated, and not wanting to go upstairs to the solitude of the roof-top, I sat down with my family. Dad and nanaji were out. There was a huge bag of peas (untouched, in the pod), on the bed, and Aziz, Adab, and Balpreet (one of the workers’ kids), were working with them. Aziz would take out the peas from the pods, and throw the pod down on the ground. Wanting some fun, I held a competition for Aziz and Balpreet, wherein each was giving 10 pods each, and we were to see who cleared the pods first. Aziz won. Next, Aziz and I competed with each other. I won. And then ensued a Podfight… LOL.. ‘twas funnnnnnn!!! The three of them on one side, and me, alone, on the other. Oh man!!! Pods were flying about everywhere, hitting the ‘enemy’ right on the face. The funniest was when a few pods got stuck in my hair, dangling like ear-rings. Aziz had one hell of a laugh. Oh boy… the podfight surely was fun!

Had a bath, grabbed Shantaram, and went to my favorite place. After two hours, had a hearty meal, after which I dozed off for the next hour and a half. A phone call from Sahib, after which I was again back to some deep thinking. Was yawning uninhibitedly, when Dad came upstairs unannounced. Was surprised to see him there. Then the two of us were joined by Adab, after which all of us went downstairs.

Then, it was 6 pm. Bole toh, Maggi time!!! :D :D

Tomorrow, 2010 begins, bringing with it new hopes, dreams and aspirations. 2009, a year well-spent, leaves us. But leaves behind the memories, the special moments.

Hope all goes well.

Oh yeah, Happy New Year! :D

December 27, 2009

Heyaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

So after a looooooooooooong night, I woke up at 0900 hours, and instinctively, decided to get in touch with one of my friends, S--------. Talked to her for a while. Was totally chilled.

Set up my bed on the roof again. And I knew I’d be spending a lot more time here than I did yesterday.

Checked mail. Nothing of much importance. Read. Had breakfast. Read. Bathed.

Then went back to reading again. But the sun was so anaesthetic, I fell asleep rather quickly. And was lost in a dreamless slumber for an hour and a half, until I was woken up by one of Dad’s best friends.

Talked to them (two of his friends, with their families, were here), and then had lunch.

Since the time I’d woken up, I noticed, I’d been feeling very ‘prank-y’. Lol... I still don’t know why! I wanted to do something crazy. Anything! But I knew there wasn’t much crazy stuff that I could do here.

Talked and joked around for some more time, after which, we, the kiddos (and B------- Chachu, who is more-or-less one of us :D ), decided to go for a ‘Gadda-ride’...lol... I wont be making the effort to explain what that is, cuz I think the picture is self-explanatory:

Yeah... Tell me 'bout it!

Soon after the geri (LOL), one of dad’s friends left, leaving B---- chachu and chachiji here with us. I was feeling restless. The sun was setting. And it was then that I caught sight of the ‘perfect’ tree. Remember the kind of trees that we draw? Or drew as kids? The simple ones, with a nearly perfectly-round canopy? This was just one of those! And I wanted to shoot it from a closer sight, so I set off towards it- and decided to take the road less travelled. I went from between the fields. Oh yea! :)

Was still not satisfied with the shot I was getting. Was not what I wanted. And the only way I could get the desired shot was ...if I was...in the middle of the recently-sown field... yes. That is where I’d have to go. And that is where I would.

The soil was still wet, and slippery. Not wanting to ruin my shoes, and much wanting to feel the soft earth, I removed my shoes and socks immediately, and set forward.

As soon as I took my first step forward, I grinned. A huge grin. The mud was much wetter, much slippery, and ankle-deep! I was pleasantly surprised. I took my next step slowly, not because of fear of falling down (in fact, I wanted to slip down and fall :D . but sadly, I did not.), but because I wanted to feel every sensation that the soft, cold earth offered to me. I wanted to feel the very moment that I inserted my foot into the mud, wanted to feel ‘one’ with the Earth- Mother Earth, as we Indians call it. What a feeling that was! Inexplicable. Felt like a re-union, a re-union after a very, very long time. A went ahead, taking a very small step- feeling so grateful for having got this opportunity. Grateful for having realised the value of even a small grain of rice, wheat. For having realised the pain and hard work it takes to bring that grain of rice to our plates. The sweat of the farmer, well, does not go waste.

Back from the 'adventure'... :)

It is only during times like these that you tend to realise how mechanical our lives in the city are. We are in a rush, always. Even if we aren’t busy, we pretend to be. Because being ‘busy’ is a fad. Saying ‘Hey, I’m kinda busy here. I’ll call you back’, has become a fad. You’d better say this dialogue once in a while, lest you become an outcast. What? You’ve never said it? Not even once??? Damn! You’re so Vehla! Get a life, dude!

Well, I say- YOU get a life, you busy a-hole!

Don’t you have time to appreciate your friends who’ve just called to say Hi to you? What’re you afraid of? Afraid that they’ll ask a favor from you? Geez dude, get a grip on yourself! :)

It is only during times like these, well, that you also realize that you need to ‘get a grip’ on yourself, if you find yourself losing out to the City. And it is times like these that help you get your life back on track if you’ve been slipping.

Putting your feet in soft, cold, muddy Earth- does all that. And more. :)

Just as I was absorbed in these thoughts, I heard mom shouting out for me. I had expected this call to come sooner or later, from someone or the other, just as I was about to step in. And I got it soon enough. Hehehe… She was concerned that I might catch a cold, as my feet would be freezing thanks to the wet Earth. But I brushed her concerns aside, saying that these moments don’t come always. :)

I slowly made my way to the place where I thought I’d get a good shot of the tree. After a few clicks, I found this one to be the best:

By the time I came back, B---- chachu and chachiji were all set to leave. Bid them a good-bye, and then set about the task of washing my muddy feet. It was easier than I’d imagined… hehehe… ;)

Washed my cold feet, which became even colder- thanks to the surprisingly-cold water. Quickly dried off my feet, put on some warm socks, and then went and sat in the verandah.

The sun had nearly set. The air was chilly, though there wasn’t any breeze blowing. My feet were still cold. And then came –Maggi.

:D :D :D

I’ve enjoyed Maggi the way I did that day, just once before. Hot, steamy Maggi. Cold, chilly evening. Perfect combination! It was the 'second best Maggi' I had till date. I'd enjoyed the first best experience so much that I contemplated sending that experience for the latest advertising gimmick that the Maggi-people have put up. :D :P

Well, after the yum-yum Maggi, I took a hot-water bath and put on some warm clothes, which relaxed and soothed my crazy-and-impulsive drive. Picked up Shantaram, snuggled up under the quilts, closed the door. And, read. ;)

That’s that! A truly fun-filled day, full with its fantastic moments.

Truly cherished! :D

December 26, 2009

(The entry has been written on Dec 27,2009),

Two days at G------ village, passed away in a blur. The first spent out, nearly entirely, the second at home- entirely.

Yesterday, I woke up at around 0830 hours, to see the sun having come up. But it isn’t what I would call a ‘good’ sunrise, since the sunrays never reached me, and enthused in me a new and exciting vigor, like they usually do. Was kind of disappointed with this fact- but was happy that this would be a good day. Even though I didn’t know the ‘why’ part then, I surely knew that this would be a good day.

I was on a holiday, at my granddad’s place. And there was no pressure on me to get up and get ready. So I took my time. Did things my way. My family, knowing the person that I am, never once interfered in the routine that I’d chosen to follow. :)

Wanting to spend some time reading Shantaram (I love that book!), and at the same time wanting to soak up the sun, I decided to make a make-shift bed on the roof. During all the times that I’ve been here, the roof has been the least-visited area. At times, it’s been ignored through and through. So this time, I was rather surprised at the decision that I’d taken. But I knew that this decision of mine wouldn’t be in vain.

As soon as the bed was set –a mattress on the floor itself- I took my belongings, and prepared myself to spend the day doing nothing- except reading. But just 15 minutes into reading, I heard mom call out my name, and asking me whether I wanted to go to Ferozepur- to see the Retreat ceremony, and Bhagat Singh, Rajguru and Sukhdev’s Samadhi. Hell yeah I wanted to go!

So after a quick breakfast and a good-enough head massage from mom, I washed my hair- and was ready to leave in the next 45 minutes.

The others had left five minutes prior, and only dad, mom, and I were left. Wanting to pamper both of ‘em a bit (:P), I asked em to take the back seat- whereas I played the role of their chauffeur. Hehe! And we set sail! :P :D

Seven minutes into the journey, in the adjoining village of Bargaari, we spotted this huge playfield, brimming with spectators, and some kind of a match going on. On stopping by and enquiring, we found out that a kabaddi match was in progress, and it was a big deal for the village folk. We were also told that the ‘Nikka Badal’ (lolzzzzzz…) would be visiting later in the day. We are still wondering whether ‘Nikka Badal’ referred to Sukhbir or Manpreet. :P

The drive was wonderful! I, as expected, kept a steady 85, again. There wasn’t much traffic, and not many potholes either. And no dumb drivers! :D

Our first stop was at our relatives’ place, in Faridkot. Was nice meeting them all after such a long time! The funniest part was when a fly fell in dad’s coffee… lol…. Well it isn’t very funny, you must be saying. But as I told you earlier, the beauty of life lies in laughing at the small things of life. Things like these. Since there wasn’t much that I could contribute to the discussions, I brought out Shantaram. :)

We left from there in an hour, followed by a stop at another relative’s place (this is all mom’s territory :P :D ). And since I had ‘company’, I decided not to bring out my book. Was bored, nonetheless.

Mamu and the kids joined us here. As planned, we were to leave for Ferozepur from here, but Mamu goes like, “there’s no point in going now (it was 1545 hours then). By the time you’ll reach, the Retreat ceremony would be over already.”

Aah! Just as he uttered these words, I was filled with a rage! Uncalled for, yes. But a rage nonetheless! The only thing that I was looking forward to, and the only thing that was keeping me going, was this. Ferozepur. Army. Bhagat Singh. And the very thought of not going there, made me outrageous. I kept it to myself, though. And dad. :)

We soon said our Goodbyes, and am sure that the ‘rage’ must have been written all over my face- since I totally suck at hiding my emotions, no matter what they may be. Once on our way, I asked, straightforwardly, whether we’re going there or not. Mom was totally oblivious to the on-goings. Indecision was in the air. I could literally touch it! To go, or not to go.

Still indecisive, I nevertheless took the road to Ferozepur. The road was lavish! The drive- splendid! I did not want to stop. We were Still undecided. Dad said we could go later. But it was mom who put the final nail in the coffin when she said that let’s go, no matter what. Even if we miss the Retreat, we’ll still check out the Memorial. And either ways, the Retreat at Attari is way better than the one here… so off we went.

The road--------- amazing! No traffic at all. The drive---------wowwwww!!! This time, I took Civvy up to 95 kmph, and kept here there for most of the time. Came down to 90, or up to 110, as and when I felt like. It was all- BEAUTIFUL!

We soon reached Hussainiwala. History was everywhere to be seen, felt. And though I’d heard this many times before, here, I actually realized that some wounds can never be healed. The Partition, is one of them.

We’d missed the ceremony, yes. But we managed to catch up with the guards, and talk to them- just as they were closing. Not much of a conversation, though. Managed a pic. :) they were more than willing for one. After all, who doesn’t like his/her moment of glory? :P :)

Went to the Memorial. And in spite of the mindless chattering of the public around (which had just come here, after witnessing the ceremony, I felt a somber mood around me. Probably it was just my mind, or the thought about how the three laid down their lives for the freedom of their country, or how I’d have wanted to, and would have, done the same if I had been in their place- but I felt at peace. Knowing that the revolutionary ideas I sometimes get in my head had a beginning. They were the beginning. And I salute them for that. Kudos.

There is this monument, adjacent to the memorial, which was destroyed by the Pak army in the 1971 war. Having this fetish for old monuments and history, I wanted to go inside it and check it out- the kind of bricks used, the masonry, the architecture, designs, everything. It is an open monument- kind of like a gallery, with just a room at the end. But since there was no one in there, I wasn’t sure if we were allowed to enter. Nevertheless, Dad and I went in. I was mesmerized. Totally. The small bricks used, the architecture of the old times- wow. My imagination was running riot- thinking of how this place might have been used. Who knows, some important decision, that is affecting us today, might have taken place here! But at the same time, I was sad about the state of the monument. A leaky roof, part of the wall brimming with algae, stupid tourist-inscriptions (X loves Y…. all that crap), and enough bee-hives to provide us honey for the rest of our lives.

This is when I got another realization. Had been reading about the ‘follow the leader’ thingie. That day, I experienced it. Not four minutes after Dad and I made an entry into that monument, dozens and dozens of people followed us. Probably expecting an ‘OH my god,look at that!’ moment. But Dad and I knew, that you would get an ‘OH my god,look at that!’ moment, but only if you knew what you were looking for.

We got ours.

Soon after, we left for home.

On the way back, discussions revolved around Partition, and the ’71 war. Both involved real-life experiences. And both humbled me to the core. And made me ever more determined to ‘fight’ when I will be required to.

Reached home at 1921 hours. Mamu and his family weren’t back yet, and weren’t expected before 2100 either.

Had a heary dinner- my tummy was rumbling all the way back! Was too tired to blog, as I mentioned, so had a nice and relaxing hot-water bath, got in touch with a few friends, and dozed off.

And had one of the most amazing nights ever. Unforgettable, for sure.

Tomorrow.

HOLA buddies!

You’d be expecting an entry about today, but I am wayyyyyyyy too tired to sit in front of The Stationmaster (yes, that’s what I’ve named ‘my laptop’ :P :D ) and ‘type my heart out’, what with all the driving, meeting people ,and driving.

But expect an entry about today, tomorrow. There’s lots to talk about- quite a few random observations here and there.

So gooooooooooooooooood nighhhhhhhhhht friends! And I’ll see you all tomorrow.

Love.

Merry X-mas 2009! :D

The day has been...well... amazing!

Haa! Am contented with how I spent the day, and there’s just one thing that I’d wanna change about it. No, I aint telling you what it is. J

Finally reached my ‘maternal farmhouse’. Not ‘finally’ actually, since I didn’t quite want the journey to come to an end. Everything about the whole journey was simply awesome!

We started from Chandigarh at 1030 hours (half an hour late. :-| ). And the first ‘song’ that was played was ‘We wish you a Merry Xmas’.. :) .. which reminds me- Merry Christmas!! It was a beautiful, instrumental symphony- and it truly touched the soul. More Christmas Carols followed (thanks, J---- ), for about an hour or so. After which it became kinda boring. :P no offense.

The traffic till Patiala was hellish! So much so, that I wanted to hand over the car to Dad! Considering the fact that I never wanna ‘hand over the car to Dad’, more so on a long drive, you can well imagine how terrible the traffic was.

Since tayaji had some guests over, we decided to take a break at CCD. My head, thanks to the, well, traffic, was beginning to complain. A larrrrrrrrrrrrge mug of Ethiopian, and a Sizzling Brownie (yeah! Tell me bout it!), set things right. And there are no complaints as yet. :D

The scenario at CCD, surprisingly, felt rather introspective (except for the music, which was a tad too loud. But on request –hmmph- things were set right). The day was bright and sunny, and the huge windows overlooking the main road gave an impressive view of the happenings around. The best part, as usual, was observing people. There was this girl sitting right in front of me, who had such a beautiful smile! But the sad part was, in all the 45-minutes that we were there, she smiled just twice. And sat with a blank expression the rest of the time. Smile people, smile! :D Yeah! Like that! :D :D

Not wanting to go on the same route again, I prodded Dad to go on a new one. So this time, we went through Nabha. The road is smooth as silk (hey! A few potholes here and there are normal, okay?), and traffic is minimal too. I kept a steady 85 kmph. Today was gonna be a good day. And wasn’t it ‘good’ or what!

And what actually ‘inspired’ me to keep a steady speed was the fact that, well, Dad got an average of 17.5. Yes, from Civvy. And I wanna do my best to beat that! :D

Some things, as they say, are meant to be. As it turned out, we met Tayaji (and his guests) on the way! They were coming back from PPS, and we were passing through Nabha. Was fun! :)

On the way. (one of my fav pics, :D )

Since the Nabha flyover is (still) under-construction, we had to cross the railway crossing. And since we Indians have a cant-help-it habit of closing the crossing not-less-than 20 minutes before the train is to come, we had to wait at the crossing. But the wait wasn’t all that long! Or atleast, it did not seem all that long... Dad (and I :P ), like an alcoholic addicted to alcohol, is totally addicted to groundnuts. So while the others waited for the train with irritated expressions, Dad and I had our share of groundnuts. Yum yum! :D

Yupp. DAD. :)

As the Shaheedi Jor Mela is going on (24,25,26 Dec), there were Langars all through Patiala (and some neighboring) districts. Yes, langar. On the road. ‘Drive-thru Langar’, if that’s how you’d like it. So while the ‘team’ had channe and Prasad at one stop (much to my chagrin. I don’t allow eatables in Civvy :-| ), they had chappatis n sabzi at another! (This time, everyone stepped out and had their fill.) it was nice to see it all! Women clustered together, making chappatis. Men, a few hanging out, a few helping with the vegetables. Boys, some serving the passers-by, some simply checking out the vehicles passing. A few trying to (in vain) stop the speeding cars. And the poor doggies, hoping to grab a bite. Vibrant colors of the women’s dupattas. Innocent faces of the children. Straightforward (and rather funny) replies to questions (“Padhaai karde hon?”. “Hanji”. “kina zor laa k?”. “Zyaada nahi.” :P :D :P ). People welcoming you, always. Literally forcing you to have more, though they’ve known you for just four minutes. Serving with a smile. THIS is Punjab. :)

Innocence. :)

Off again after the short stop. Nice, steady speed. Overtaking with ease (and common-sense, yes.). commenting at every lil sight. Dancing to the songs (oh you bet!). singing the songs alongside. And laughing all the way. Made my day for sure! :D

You know, laughing at every little sight... no matter how trivial... is what constitutes the ‘beauty’ of life. Depends on your observation and wit, yes. But leaves you feeling happy and light for sure!

And when comments are in Punjabi, then, well....! :D :D :D

Thankfully, after Patiala, there wasn’t much of a traffic. And the best part- the drivers on the road, this time, were sensible. I guess common-sense is finally setting in. Well, I hope it does, at least.

Never knew my legs are that long... :P

After a leisurely drive (and still wanting more, more, MORE!!!), we reached at 1625 hours (though my estimate was 1615... :) ). And after a (very) warm welcome, had tea. ‘twas all beautiful. The setting, I mean. The winter sun, setting. The sweet sound of the Koels as the background music. A toka (a machine used for chopping fodder for the cattle- it’s fun!) somewhere far-off adding to the already-sweet sound. Sipping hot tea- totally desi. Sitting on a manji (let’s just say- a miniature cot. :P). And mom’s cake. Oooohhhhhh yeaaa! :D

Just what i was talking about...

Took some more pictures as the sun was setting. Fields expanding on all side. All lush green and healthy. A slight, cool, breeze. Hmmmm... :)

And though it wasn’t as quiet and serene as Arnoli, it wasn’t all that bad either. After all, solitude is in the mind. And that is a place where no one, except you, can go. :-)

So here I am!

No editing. True. :)

Looking forward to a few days of reading, reading, and reading. Okay, a lil bit of blogging thrown in. But that’s it. My days. A few days to spend time with myself- introspect, think. Away from the hustle-bustle and double-facedness.

In a world of my own. Innocent, pure. Free from deceit, conceit and competition (though it doesn’t bother me. It can’t. No matter how much ‘it’ tries to.). It’s my world. And it’s never leaving me. It’s never left me. My shield surrounds me. And no evil can ever breakthrough it.

Funny and positivity are welcome- have always been. No wonder I am the happy person that I am.

My family, and my best friends, have made me that. And I’m so proud of that.

Love you all. I owe ‘myself’ to you.

That's a dog. Yes, on the roof.

Impulsive. Me.

LOL... what a day! I’ve NEVER felt SO crazy today... lol... though not throughout the whole day, just towards the evening. And the feeling in my stomach is indescribable... (no, it’s NOT hunger... hehe).

So I was at the Library, studying the Heart (how it produces sound... aah!), and all of a sudden, out of nowhere (!), I get this idea that I wanna get my ears pierced. Today! LOL... I have been contemplating this since the last 2-3 years, but I was feeling SO impulsive, that I wanted to get it done TODAY itself! Yes, without telling my folks. I wanted to see the looks on their faces...hehe... though I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t have been all that surprised, knowing the person that I am... :P

:D

So off I go. Nowhere. LOL.. exactly! I’d wanted to get it done from Sector 8, but there was something that was stopping me. Something that was making me indecisive. And I did NOT like that...! Nevertheless, I continued to Sec8. But stopped. Right where I was supposed to turn. And stayed there for the next six minutes, wondering whether to take the turn or not. After a good time spent wondering what to do, I finally decided to take the turn. LOL.. but that wasn’t meant to be. After a 100 metres, I turned back.

Then I went to PEC, to give J------ his Biology notes (yes, that’s the exam that we have tomorrow). Did not think about the whole thing on the way. But after I’d dropped the notes at his place, I was left with this oh-so-weird feeling in the gut. A feeling that said that TODAY is THE DAY to JUST DO IT! No matter what it was, just do it! It’s my life, said I. And I wanted to live up to it.

So I went back to Sector 8.

Went inside the shop, told him what I wanted. But I was to wait for a while. The person wasn’t there. Hmph! As if I needed this! I knew this was gonna make me all the more indecisive. But my resolve was strong. I was gonna get it done. I talked to G--- and F-----, since they’d already gotten their noses pierced. They said that it didn’t pain when you get it done, but for the next 4-5 days, the pain is rather unbearable. After hearing THIS, I wanted to get the piercing done immediately!!! LMAO... yeah!! I wanted to challenge myself with this ‘unbearable pain’, during my exams! I thought- the pain will not let me sleep, which means that I will study, which is good!!! Went back inside the shop, asked him how long it’ll take. He said the person will be back in five minutes. Waited for 10minutes, and he still wasn’t here.

So I left.

(sigh!)

Came back home, thinking about it all the way. Reached home. But that weird feeling never went away. Instead, it became all the more strong. I wanted to go, I was gonna go. I wouldn’t tell mom about it- just pick the keys, and leave. But then, something stopped me. And I asked mom whether I should get it done... I was not supposed to even give her a hint! And here I am taking her opinion! I was flabbergasted!!! LOL... I wanted it to be a surprise, but now, it was gonna be anything but that! But it was good that I asked, cuz she told me that the best time to get it pierced is during the summers. I was satisfied with her reasoning.

And then I chose not to think of it anymore, and to simply get it done in the summers. Set.

And then I got back to Fundamentals of Bio-Engineering. (talk about euphemisms or what!)

But the ‘impulsive’ still remains. Probably will be up to something crazier tomorrow. Who knows, may be the craziest. Now that remains to be seen... J