Pre-Birthday Dumpeyness.

24th December, 2010:
My best friend's birthday. Surprise at 12 a.m. happened. Not much of a surprise anyway. A tradition since 4 years can hardly be called a surprise. But, we go nevertheless. Not giving a surprise this year may prove to be more of a surprise, methinks. I suggest it too, but receive 4 horrified faces looking at me. I shrug and go, but I don't feel like, tbh. My mind is definitely somewhere else. It's amazing how everything seems to be going perfectly and still there is this lingering unsatisfaction inside. Like something, somewhere is incomplete. But I feign cheer, not wanting to be a wet blanket. Aaaand later, Christmas eve! Friends calling incessantly asking me to go for midnight mass with them! I had all plans of going for the mass till the day before, dress and shoes picked up et al. But today I didn't just feel like going.The throbbing headache I had didn't help either. So, Christmas eve was spent watching Friends re-runs at home.

25th December, 2010:

Aaaaaand CHRISTMAS! I woke up hoping the unsettling feeling was gone. Disappointment. I still felt as dumpey and that bitch of a headache from last night didn't help at all. Christmas party invitations. Lots of them. Having a gazillion Catholic friends helped, but not in times when you are feeling particularly low. I don't drink, definitely didn't feel like dancing, what point? To think I was so upbeat about this whole parties thing just two days back. Something HAD to be done about this silly down-the-dumps mood. Aaaand Srishti Shetty to the rescue! Spending the day with a friend who keeps you in splits every second you are with them and is an instant mood-uplifter seemed like my best bet right then. The journey in the empty train, with the cool breeze blowing was somehow emotionally upheaving. I arrived at the very familiar Churchgate station. I avoided that place like the plague till some months back. Too many memories attached, memories I did not want hurting me again. But today, it's just another station. I meet some college friends of hers. Lovely people, who say nice things about me. What better mood-uplifter than compliments from strangers, eh? Random roaming in Colaba, a nice dinner and several donuts later, happiness happened.

Srishti still licking her fingers clean and me.

26th December, 2010:
Woke up to one 'IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY IN TWO DAYS!!!!' text. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up shut up shut up. It sucks already to not be psyched about your own birthday, I DO NOT want someone who is more excited than I am. I'm tired of pretending. Seriously. Tired of pretending to be happy.Tired of pretending to want to go to parties, to scream 'yayyy!' at something I'm not even remotely joyous about. I hate that this anti-social phase has struck right before my birthday. Or maybe it has struck because of the birthday. The mind often tends to overlook the beauty of the things and people it has to miss what it doesn't. I especially miss people I love during happy times than sad, because it's a different high altogether to see someone happy for you, happy along with you..


The Secret says we have to be positive and just feel good things happening. Can someone tell me HOW we can do just that when you can't just think happy? When you don't FEEL happy? Rhonda Byrne? Someone? ANYONE?! Hmph.

Time heals everything?

Ever felt like you wanna die? Like reaaally seriously. Like your chest has been ripped apart to pull out a heart gasping for breath, like you're so vulnerable a small wisp of air can tear you down to mere grains of sand, like all you wanna do is take one last shot of pain and then it's over? For good? Simple words can axe your very being, they act like a glass splinter and work their way through your emotions till you finally feel nothing any more. It is the real kind of pain, that gets into you and rips you to shreds. Ever felt like that? Or feeling like that?
Well, I'm not. Though I was, a few months back. When you're hurting, nothing feels like it's going to be okay. The world seems to be a dreary place. Sense of purpose lost. And what do people say? It's all going to be all right. Bullshit,  you wanna tell them. "You wouldn't know, it's not happening to you", you think. But here I am, months after realization dawned, months after a reality check, all happy. Everything happens for a reason, time heals everything, you lose something to get something better, all these sayings seem like mere words spoken by an unfeeling spectator. But here I am, all content. You lost what's dearest to you. What point in life? But here I am, all wise. ALL HEALED.

Yes, time does heal everything. Though it doesn't seem like it will now, you'll see. :)