The Dazzler- Part 1

Picture this. You are having a bad day. The lectures were pathetic. The teachers picked you out specially and humiliated you in front of the class. You fought with your best friend. You lost your favorite pair of earrings. To be short, you are miserable. What would you do? 

Earlier I used to just lock myself in the room, maybe mull over it and then go off to sleep.

I would do all this even now if not for this person. Her idea of getting over a bad day- “Chocolate!”

How many of us know someone who is just brilliant in everything? Who is always ready to try out something new?

Well I do. And boy, if she isn’t something.

She is just completely crazy; a cute affectionate face, mad grin and beautiful eyes. Her eyes are the kinds which sparkle when she smiles and lit up with excitement on hearing something interesting.

She is nuts. But even when she is out of control and in a mad frenzy, she is still level-headed and calm. It’s amazing to see someone so balanced.

She is brilliant at everything. Be it arts, academics or socializing. She has this inane quality of dazzling people with her wits and smartness. She isn’t conventionally pretty but there is something about her which is extremely charming. You can actually get smitten with her in a few minutes. She is the kind of person people want to know more about. Her vast knowledge varies from books to music to quoting people to practically anything.

She has a thirst for knowing things. She might not actually indulge in any of them but she has to know. It’s like a disorder in her case.

She drives like there is no tomorrow, parties like a lunatic, talks utter nonsense sometimes and laughs the loudest in the group. She loves her friends fiercely. She has made some poor decisions regarding her own life but she has sometimes got the best advice to give out to people. I call it her “Golden Advice” moments. They are rare, but if you get one, it’s probably the best advice you could ever get from anyone.

She can be a complete tomboy one minute and extremely girly the next. She is crazy over shoes and equally crazy about books. There aren’t many such girls in this world. Trust me; I know a lot when it comes to girls.

It’s not like we are the best of friends or joint at the hip. But she has become a close friend in a short span of time.

This is not the end to Miss Dazzler. There is more to her and more to come.

"The 12"- #4

It's much more difficult to describe people than I thought it would be. You have to picture that person in your mind, mentally list out his likes/dislikes, how he behaves around people, his quirks, his habits and then pen them down in such a way that it makes sense.

It is quite a challenge and given how impatient I am as a person, I am glad I haven't given up on this idea yet.

This next person was one such challenge for me. I didn't know what words to use for her. How to make her sound as desirable and fun as she is.

Well I have tried my best. Rest is upto you people.

Happy Reading :)

She's The Man- Part 2

I don’t think we hit it off instantly when we first met. It took us almost more than 6 months to let our guard down and become friends. If it wasn’t for sudden change in seating arrangement with her ending up as my bench-mate, I would never have known her up-close.  I always assumed her to be a bit snobbish and way too blunt; but once I came to know her up close she was a different person altogether. She is just blunt because sometimes you have to be like that to deal with the world, but if that tongue is sharp, it is equally sweet. 

She is crazy like me, smart as hell one moment and clueless like a blonde the next minute.  She can be a bit reckless while making decisions regarding her life; but an amazing adviser when it comes to others. I can rely on her. She is there for me when I need her. Never once has she backed out from helping me at times of crisis. I don’t tell her everything and she knows that, but she also knows that I trust her. She is one of those few people I can blindly put my faith in because I know she won’t fail me.

If I lose my keys, she is my girl. If I am left homeless, I know she will always let me in at her place with open arms and a wild crazy grin. If I am upset, she always tries to cheer me up. If I kill someone, I know she will help me in hiding the body. She is my agony aunt, my party person, and my counsellor, my guardian in a huge city, my 3 am girl, my shopping companion and way more than this.

She pampers me from time to time but scolds me too if necessary. If I am stubborn as hell, well so is she. And there many occasions when she wins. She loves me crazily and worries hell lot more about me than required.

I guess my final school wouldn’t have been so much fun, if not for her presence. She is still around. There are days when we go without talking but that doesn’t affect our closeness.

She taught me to be independent and not rely on others for happiness. She taught me to stay strong when times are worse. She loves me the way I am, and there is a huge chance she may abandon me if I changed myself even a little bit to fit in the world.

I admire her for her attitude and how she handles her life. For me, she is definitely the man.

She's The Man- Part 1

In my 21 years of life, I have met and befriended a lot of people. I have had betrayals, some friendships lasting over years and some that will never break. I have met people of all sorts, and yes, I am not kidding about this. I actually have categorized them too, (yes, that’s what I do when I am very bored!), you name it and I have met her/him. We have ‘Simply Pretty’, ‘Delicate Darling’, ‘The vicious witch’, ‘Mr. Stud’, ‘The Show-Off’ and the list goes on and on.

But never have I met anyone like her. Don’t go by the title. She is not a football lover like Amanda Bynes from the same movie. But she is as tough as the character of Viola. She is probably stronger than most of the guys I have known, and I don’t mean physically but personality-wise.

Somehow I can’t put her in any of the categories, because she is just too different from the rest of the stereotyped girls.

She has no issues about the world. She doesn’t change just because the world demands her to. Her ideology is, “Screw the world, just be happy!”

 

Bold, bright and beautiful, she is full of confidence and has this aura around her that makes people take notice of her. But don’t mistake her to be vain. She is down-to-earth and totally simple at heart. If she is clueless about things, she doesn’t hide it by pretending to be fake.

She is fiercely protective about her friends and family. Dare to get on her wrong side and be prepared to face her vicious sharp tongue. She is someone you wish you hadn’t messed with because she definitely knows how to treat people the right way.

You can easily identify her in the crowd. She would be the one with the loudest, ‘I don’t care’ laugh. Her eyes are deep and dangerous. They hold dark secrets and are full of mischief.

But if you think that she is all fierce and daring and partly selfish, then you are wrong. Deep down within, is a girl, who believes in the power of true love and secretly hopes for it.

You must be wondering what makes her so different from the rest of those girls. It’s the reason, that she is one of the few people who changed me for good.

"The 12"- #3

Final Year, Project, Internal Exams, Assignments and what Not!

All this took a huge toll on me I guess because it took me slightly a bit more time than normal to post the next in the series.

But its better late than never.

This person is someone who was the hardest to describe so far, at least for now. But success finally came because I managed to complete it.

Happy Reading everyone :)

The Unpredictable Risk Taker- Part 2

 
I met him by accident. A chance encounter honestly. It was the typical 'met through common friend' story. And I never knew at that time that he would play such a pivotal role in my life. 

My relationship with him is the most difficult to explain. He is someone I whine to, argue with, laugh with and at worse even cry with. He can make me blush unnecessarily and also make me mad enough to kill him. He amazes me at times with his caring attitude and annoys me with being the worst judge of character too.

I can have the most nonsensical conversations with him and surprisingly the most sensible ones too. There are times when he can go overboard with heavy discussions and all one can do is nod head in agreement (at least I do that).

It’s frustrating how much he knows me, and how little I know him even after all these years. He doesn’t really bother about things I have to say or complain about. He just lets me rant. And it really annoys me sometimes, actually a lot of times. But still his opinion matters.

He is unpredictable. It’s difficult to figure out what he is thinking about. I can never foretell what he will say the next minute or worse think. This thing about him scares me a bit and I have to think thrice before saying something to him. Although he pleads and hopes that I change this stupid habit of mine but I guess it will take time. Every day spent with him is different in its own way. He has given me some of the worst memories. But the sweetest memories are also with him only. 

He made me accept that being different from the rest is not bad at all, that I should see it as some special quality. He makes me look at things in a different manner than the rest. "Take a risk!", is what he keeps telling me to do. And though I hardly listen to him, stubborn as a mule I am at times, but it's good that he still hasn't given up on me, yet.

I am cynical when it comes to trust and I couldn’t have chosen the worst person as a friend according to few. But I have never gone by ways of world. So what if he is irritating, he has been there when the closest have left the battlefield. There might come a time when we might drift apart and may never see each other again. But for now he is a close friend. And I am just enjoying each moment spent, however exasperating it may be (at times).

So this is me raising a toast to the most retard friend of mine and to our abnormal friendship.

The Unpredictable Risk Taker- Part 1

Crazy is a person who is supposed to have crossed the realms of sanity.

But for me crazy is cool. Crazy is someone who has no qualms of what the world perceives him as. He can be someone who is passionate towards what he does or just different and unique from the rest.

We all need someone crazy in our life, someone who teaches you how to live life to the fullest and in a very different way.  And I am glad to have one such person in my life.

He isn’t your typical Prince Charming material or even as plain as a guy-next-door. He is someone who is noticeable amidst the crowd of many but not because he has those tall dark handsome features. It’s because of his impish personality, those mischievous eyes and that crooked smile, the way he holds a conversation and can make anyone at ease around him. There aren’t many manufactured like these.  But I was lucky enough to befriend one.

Meet Mr. Dauntless. Why do I call him that? Because he seeks thrill; for him every moment of life is to be lived. 

He isn’t dauntless because he performs those bat-shit crazy stunts or lives at the edge. I call him so because he lives life on his terms. He does what he feels is right however horribly wrong it might be. He isn’t a shade of white or black. He has shades of grey in sense of righteousness and also because of the grey cells in that diverse brain of his.  He ‘assumes’ he has a bad memory but that’s not the case. He remembers stuff; he just doesn’t find it fit enough to be recalled now and then.

For him who is graduating from which college is not as important as is memorizing the names of all the Robins ever created in Batman-universe. He would prefer spending his day immersed in the world of wizards, hobbits and dragons or battling his Pokémon to win all the badges and if all else fails, he has the whole world left to explore. If he could, he would just travel; meet new people, see new cultures, learn something new. And nothing else pleases him more than this, except maybe telling stories about his adventures. (Heard perhaps all of them repeatedly.)

He has those small habits which make him all the more adorable; the way he loves animals or treats the poor kids time to time (been a witness to that) or holds someone’s hand while they are having an emotional moment or the fact that at times he can totally defend his friends (been a witness to that too). 

How I met him is also a fun story in itself and probably the most cliched one too.

"The 12"- #2

Today's post is the first I actually wrote when I thought of this idea for the blog. Actually it was this post that gave me the brainwave of "The 12". It can be said as an experiment that turned out to be successful.

To be honest, this is the best I have written so far, atleast that's what I think.

But I'll leave the rest to you people to judge and decide.

Happy Reading! :)