22nd August 2007---I met an angel on earth.

"Nirvana no...Creed no...Metallica no...no...no!! You don’t get the point do u??" i asked my best frnd in sheer distress!! i have a guitar presentation on the 29th...i gotta play a song tat the crowd will relate to. and unless i don’t relate to the song myself, how in the world am i gonna make them feel it???"", i yelled as i took a huge scoop of the Bavarian ice-cream.

The sunny katyal- my THE best frnd.he n i have never agreed upon the same thing. We have a history of disharmony. The only one damn thing we share in common is the liking for Baskin robins’ bavarian flavor ice-cream. He loves it cos...he thinks its a source of girl-impressing tonic...and i love it for my own philosophical ideologies...

"The yin-yang...the bavarian...you know WHY i like dis so much?? It epitomizes the yin yang...i like the way the sweet vanilla and bitter chocolate are blended together...it depicts the contrast. happiness from sad events... good from bad... like a lotus in the pond... a diamond on a dark velvet cloth...a rose with its thorns...a night sky with its stars...its brilliant. How would we ever know the worth of angels if it weren't for the demons around?? Isn’t it sunny?? Er...SUNNNY???"
The demon was snoring apparently. this man i tell you....most never believed we could be best friends. We still dont.sunny is the best suitable example of a ying-yang. We often meet people in life as acquaintances...build a rapport...go through good times. then bad times...and finally declare these acquaintances as friends....with sunny...the case was different. .we befriended each other when i was going through what i call THE WORST TIME of my life...my social life was a disaster...i had no friends...i was losing my family's love...my academic performance sped on a downward slope. I was emotionally shaken and spiritually weak...everything then seemed perfectly imperfect...like life would never be beautiful again...like I'll never be who i always wanted to be in life...just when i thought im losing myself, i gained a best friend.

“Ok...ok..for the last time alright..i don’t see things the way you do. I mean...i always saw this as an ice-cream...i love it. its my favorite flavor...icecreams,chocolates,milkshakes...these are nice things..i cant see things so deeply...the maximum i can see t is..er...ice-cream!!”

"You plain and simple suck" i said as i banged his brand new santro door and walked to a nearby auto...he doesn’t suck...he rocks...hes my the best frnd...my pride and the worlds envy..Ppl often tried to cheapen our friendship. They hooked us up...they fail to understand our platonic love...they- the ppl...the society...what is this society? How many times have i gone against the society?? How many times have i been a rebel without cause?? Haven’t i always taken their rules as a way of life? Have i ever questioned their existence? Have i ever challenged their authencity? Haven’t i been obedient enough to live in it their way? Then why did this society outcast me? Why did it abandon me in my bad days? Why didn’t it forgive me for my mistakes instead of punishing me? I have made mistakes, but i haven’t committed sins...I have never repeated any mistake. I learnt from it. Thanked it for the teacher it has been and moved on...

not exactly...i might have moved on into the present but with the baggage called PAST...no one can forget the past...its so bloody clichéd to say that one should live in the present...what is my present?? Its just an outcome of my past...i wanted to be an automobile engineer...i wanted to deal with technicality...i wanted geeky friends...friends who had a focus in life. Who had deadlines to meet...who had no time for mid-week parties, melodramatic serials and Monday morning gossips...not even for sins.
I never had such friends. I dealt with people who fooled around from morning till they fucked at night...air-heads who got laid at 18...and married at 20...sleazy men who thought sleeping around was a sign of manhood...and hypocritical women who raised a finger on other women's character while doing the same...I dealt with the most characterless people for five long years...i have never been a part of this sleaze...but a target nonetheless...I have stood my grounds, raised my voice and lived through the constant conflict of being a self made entity...in this constant endeavor to build my own conscience, i have had a series of wasted academic years...I never wanted to be just another commerce graduate...this has left an amount of bitterness in my heart...but im glad I can still come back home with my bitter heart and salty eyes...

"Im home!" i announced at the passage as I flung my bag on the sofa... "So did u get the song?” my mom interrogated...my mom-Dr.Asha Dafria, PhD-Psychology, omg! i wish i could be half as intelligent as her...i hate her for being so selfless and brilliant shes The Woman in a mans world...she can gauge me so well...my source of strength. my link to the family...i annoy her all the time. I wish i could show her what she means to me. I so wish i did...” no i didn’t. Now don’t bother me.wen i do I’ll tell o.k.?"....ok! Ok! i know tat was rude...again...i think i have a problem in my..er...knees mebbe...sigh!

"WATS with u and misbehaving"
"Nothing"
"Why do u misbehave?"
"Why do you question?"
"Why can’t you answer?"
"Why can’t i misbehave?"
"Did that make sense?"
"No"
"Im not joking"
"Im not laughing"
*straight face*...we broke in guffaws...that’s my dad...a highly educated, super classy, well-composed gentleman...we have never had a sane conversation...which only proves to me how much he loves his daughter....i would have never felt the celestial bond i share with my family hadn’t it been for the circumstantial social cut-off i had made....the yin yang shines again....

"Ok... still haven’t finalized my song...I’ll ask sir to help me out...and my going now...so bye", took the cars keys and moved out.
Destination: fine arts.10mins from home...but with himesh reshamiya on the radio, 10 mins seemed an eternity...i need a song...i need a song...something not whimsical or fanciful...something real...something real...something....something....CRASH!@$BANG@^%EEEKS!!^*BOOM!!W-T-F!!
(......TO BE CONTINUED)
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if u have read it till here...chances are you want to know wat hppnd next...will come up with the main drama soon...till den drop a comment...and yes this is a true-life story....22nd august 2007...i meant an angelon earth... :)

To my Dearest Diary (on my 20th birthday @ midnight)

This is an extract from my personal diary written by me when i had just turned 20... This para is so dear to me,and the moment so precious, that it makes the 2006 diary one of my most treasured posessions :)
Dearest Diary, Study Room, 24:00
I have learnt so much through the years. For so long, I held tightly to the kind of person I thought I ought to be. As I grew older, I managed to loosen my grasp on trying to be perfect in every way. I realised that it is more important to be human than to be perfect. And when I opened my hands to find the kind of person I have become, I realized that I am better than perfect because I am real.
Its a cold november night. The wind has brought me back myself. Its been 20 long years. And its my birthday today. So im gonna go ahead and celebrate the person I am, cos I know, that those who love me will be celebrating too....

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That cold black cloud is comin' down.... Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door..

ARSENAL v/s MANCHESTER UNITED.--off the field!!

TO ALL FOOT FREAKS, The heart beats faster.I feel the rush.I perspire and pray.I predict and prepare.I can feel the pleasure and the pain as the leather ball gets hit, time and again, sometimes in the direction i want, and sometimes the other.
The two giants of English football, Manchester United and Arsenal,curse, clash and confront...as the world wakes up for what has been termed as 'WAR'. At stake are not only the points but also pride and honour.
The "War of Words" between Alex Ferguson and Arsene Wenger has become a tradition in English football. The bitter, the better??
Before another huge clash I would like to amuse you all by quoting some of the previous confrontations between these two managers.
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Wenger, 3 April 1997:
"It's wrong the league programme is extended so Man Utd can rest up and win everything."
Ferguson's reply, 5 April 1997:
"He's a novice and should keep his opinions to Japanese football."
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Ferguson after Arsenal's 2002 double-winning season:
" They are scrappers who rely on belligerence - we are the better team."
Wenger's reply:
" Everyone thinks they have the prettiest wife at home."
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Wenger, 28 Sep 2002:
" I am still hopeful we can go through the season unbeaten."
Ferguson, April 2003 with United top of the league:
" I'm sure they would love to turn the clock back six months - it might come back to haunt them."
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And one of the best ones:
Ferguson claimed the behaviour of the Arsenal players at the end of a season's Old Trafford game was "the worst thing I've seen in this sport" and that they "got off scot-free".
Wenger hit back by telling Ferguson to "calm down" and added "maybe it would have better if you had put us against the wall and shot us".
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And so it continues.........the fight of the foot, the battle for the ball, the war of the words and the survival of the fittest.

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"You fools! your souls will be mine"
"I dont think so"
-Mortal Kombat