Hardcore

The word has been ringing a bit for the past few days.

In unrelated contexts: Baiju said I'm hardcore for I manage to mix drinks, be fine, and more. He thinks I can "kick ass and be a Radia if I want to". Jayant said I'm hardcore for managing to procrastinate to the extent that I do. Nehmat said I'm hardcore for she thinks I have potential to do my own business. I say I'm hardcore because I love the thought of being hardcore.


I cannot remember who, but someone recently told me that it isn't probably so great to be 'hardcore' because of the kind of connotations associated with the word. Of course, I only wish people grew beyond such notions.


Someone has even come to me and told me that my 'media look' gives a 'cougar' impression to guys. It surprises me, and yet does not. And I feel absolutely no urge to even refute such mental expressions. According to me, they are beyond all reason.

Nonetheless, it is entertaining to hear of such thoughts and opinions. Especially when you are bored out of your wits.

Force

I have decided to take on the most trying of all challenges I have faced in my few (long enough) years of being around. I think it will be harder than getting over men I have loved. I do not want to imagine that in detail yet 'coz it is a highly discouraging thought. But this, is for life. A good life. A not-so-exciting life. But a healthy life.

I am giving up wheat flour. Wish me luck!

Good-bye, Maggi, pastas, pizzas, cakes, and the rest of the family. I had a good time.

M

There was some thought behind it. It came with a lot of love, in a dirty sock, with infinite laughter. But life took such a turn that I never had the heart to take it out again. Today I did, to give it away. It aches to think about it. But I hope it will never cause ache again because my cupboard has moved on now.

Pissed Off!

When multiple people play around with your faith in one day, you wonder about the population that comes out of such shit without being bitter. I swear there should be free rights on giving tight slaps to certain people.

Hot!

There is something incredibly sexy about guys with uneven teeth, scarred eyebrows, or even a tough shave.

But all within decent limits. :D

The Christmas Weekend

I meant to write all about it, but since I haven't so far, I doubt I'll sit to narrate it out any time soon. So, two lines to register it.

I went for a Jagjit Singh concert at Siri Fort Auditorium. I stopped listening to his ghazals long ago, but completely enjoyed my three hours there. He's a sarcastic, romantic old man. Do I need to say more?

I also met Priyam over some Italian lunch and a haircut that she does not like in retrospect. Saw her after really long but nothing felt different. I would have uploaded pictures if even one of them had come out well.

Then I went to Jayant's for a party. Being there suddenly transported me into one of those 'circuits' where everyone brings along, and meets, everyone at a party and has a lot of fun. There were college friends, their school friends, their respective boyfriends and girlfriends, my colleagues, and their respective friends too. Wow. I am now wondering about the time when I tried something similar and it failed. The scale wasn't even as big. :-/

Sunday was a little crazy. I suddenly felt like I want to buy a car. I know you read something funny a few posts back. Shut up. So I went and looked at a Ford Figo. It was worth the love I was anyway ready to shower on it. Love that car! But then I realised that I do not particularly need a car yet and we came back home. And as a substitute, I just went and bought a pair of glasses. Not the ones that I liked and were obscenely priced, but something in the middle. :-/

Wow, this was a lot more than two lines. Good.

Nervous

I happen to begin the year with the last thing I expected from myself. Expectations.

It worries me. 2011, don't disappoint.