Piece me together

My dad says life is a jigsaw puzzle. That things will eventually fall in place. That the picture will one day be complete. What I will never understand is that some of the pieces in my puzzle are lost forever. But no, I will never understand that. I will worry, I will fret, I will go on a quest looking for that non existent piece. And while I am worrying and fretting I will fail to see the picture that even without the missing piece, is beautifully shaping. What I will never understand is that you don't need all pieces to see the picture. What's more, the supreme force, the holy jigsaw puzzle maker throws these pieces at me that were never meant to fit into my picture. Just to confuse me. But no, I will never understand that. I will worry more, I will fret more and I will try to force that piece where it was just not meant to be.

I hate jigsaw puzzles.

Betrothed!!

That is a scary sounding word. Just like executed or strangulated. That is how I will probably feel when its 'my turn'. Luckily it wasn't my turn but a very close friend of mine got engaged recently. She will be the first in our group to get married. But that was expected considering the fact that she said she would be getting married 3 years ago. Things don't go as planned is what I say. So stop planning is also what I say.

It was like any other engagement party. My friend looked pretty. He looked dazed, smitten by her. They looked nice next to each other both nervous and excited at the same time. They exchanged rings. We clapped. People wondered why we clapped. Everyone blessed them. It was perfect. We then threatened that we would tell him about a particular someone in her life. (Particular someone wasn't invited. He will be invited to the wedding though. That's what my friend says. Let me see.)

She is both my School mate and College mate so it was like a double reunion party for me. Almost everybody thinks I have lost weight which should be a good thing but very few people meant it as a compliment. The secret, Girls, is very simple, I lived away from home and I cooked for myself. But most of the conversation revolved around whose turn it was next and why everyone's marriage was getting 'delayed'. We finally concluded that our batch was cursed. I am however very thankful to the devils or whoever it is that has cursing rights. (You might want to ease the curse a little bit though, some people are waiting to get married)

As is the norm I had to goof up. But it wasnt anything major. When I introduced a School friend S to a college friend J, I said "You two probably met at my house warming ceremony". To which J said "Err Shradha, you never invited me to your house warming ceremony". Though S found it very amusing I was turning red. Sorry J, I really cant remember why I didn't invite you. Also, the friend with whom I had fought, turned up. We acted like nothing had happened and started gossiping like we have always been doing. I like it when we don't have to confront the issue. That is how fights should be resolved. Whoever said 'talking' is the right thing to do, did not try 'ignoring'.

Though the bride was the center of attention I felt kind of special myself. Her dad introduced me to all the relatives of the groom as the bride's 'best friend'. Nobody else had that privilege. My friend, the one who got engaged (engagee??) later mentioned that her dad doesn't know who her best friends are. I ask you dear, why did you then come to me when you needed some of my (useless) advice on guys? Why did you come to me that day when you were in tears? Why did you call me every time our favorite couple were eliminated out of 'Nach Baliye'? Why did you come to me when you needed someone to snoop on your now fiance? Why did you tell me every detail of the conversation you had with him? (I know you didnt tell me every detail but then who does?).Why did you ask me if you were taking the right decision? I think I at least qualify as a good friend. I am very very happy for you. I know in spite of your fears you made the right choice. I wish you both the very best in life. I wish I could be as happy as you are right now.

To blog or not to blog...

My blogging frequency has reduced a lot. I have had lots of 'Hey I can blog about this' incidents but they never reached this space. Many times when I opened this compose window, all I did was stare at the blank screen and close it. Bloggers' block? That is a poor excuse for laziness.

Don't close the window...write....write something...

I was at the Bryan Adams concert last week. In spite of the fact that this was the second time I was seeing him and in spite of me growing out of Bryan Adams kind of music, I had an awesome time. A big high at the concert was spotting cricketer Balaji! I was the first one to see him but I didn't trust my ancient contact lenses so when I mumbled "I think I saw Balaji" the gang I was with was quick to come up with "Yeah right, I think I saw Dravid". About ten minutes later he came right in front of me so this time I say "This is the guy I thought was Balaji", it took a while for all of us to realize that it was in fact him. He smiled and waved back at us. Such a sweet heart! If you have been reading my blog you will know that I nurse these short lived crushes on cricketers. I had one on Balaji too. When I was in college I made a collage of all my favorite people, sportsmen, actors and stuck it on my wall. It had a cut out of a very jubilant Indian cricket team. Next to Balaji are these little hearts that I drew. (I know its a very '16 year old' thing to do and I was much older than 16 when I did that, I am not very proud of it now.) He had an injury and was dropped out of the team, I soon forgot about him. Murali Karthik and Pathan also have hearts next to them. I stopped liking Murali after I realized he was married. Married to somebody who looks like an 'Aunty'. Then there are some cricketers who get their hair straightened and I lose interest. Dravid, is the only person whom I still admire, adore and respect.

I wonder why I don't follow cricket these days, I know India won today but I am not celebrating like I normally would have. Lack of good looking players? Probably!

I wish I had a camera phone, I could have taken Balaji's snap. Even otherwise there have been times when I saw something so beautiful that I regretted not having a camera with me. Like yesterday, I saw someone on the road wearing multicoloured pants...beautiful!

When I bought this phone, a Nokia 6610 (by which I mean, when my dad gifted a Nokia 6610) I was the only one who had a phone with colour screen. Now everyone has graduated to camera, mp3 player and bluetooth phones while I am still stuck with this thing. Few days ago when I was trying to clean it, the panel snapped in to two pieces. So I went to this mobile phone shop and asked for a new panel. The shop keeper showed me one in a sealed pack with Nokia logo and all. I asked him if that was original, he said it wasn't. I asked him if he had an original one. He said yes and took out another one which was in a zip lock bag. A zip lock bag and original!!!!! I still bought it because I felt it was a better quality duplicate. But I don't think it will last long, it is time to buy a new phone.
My original plan was to wait till August and let some one gift me a brand new cell phone for my birthday. But I am sure my phone will have a major breakdown before that, it is better I buy one soon. Most of my friends have Moto Razors or Sony Ericsson K700is. I want something that is better than both the phones(good camera resolution a must) but around the same price range. Any suggestions?

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