Weird post

 
Now that somebody actually ate up my head to write things personal in here, coz this is a “BLOG” which is supposed to be an online journal, so here I am with what might be the first personal entry for this ‘site’ of mine.
For someone looking for something really ‘different’ in here, well you should know that I just paid D.D.U hospital my fourth visit in 3 years, for that stupid gastric pain that occurs and worsens randomly, always at 3 in the morning. This time was a bit different as the doctor in the emergency ward gave me an injection that didn’t seem to work, unlike the last 3 times. Maybe, at 4:30 in the morning, he too lost his senses finally. I finally drove myself all the way to hospital, in pain though, without stopping once on the road. Enjoyed it thoroughly, though the hospital is just 5 minutes of a drive away. It wasn’t until 11 am, that the pain started fading away considerably. That’s the reason couldn’t go to Junky’s to play Holi. Not that I was looking forward to it, but ever since that Holi, when the “color” that went into my left eye, along with the damage caused by the flying disc that hit the same eye twice around those days, and left my eyesight considerably damaged, I had been looking for one day that I could actually play it, safe of course.
Anyways! My brother, (of course I don’t have a biological/real bro), who was upset with me for not listening to him when I should have, finally forgave me for my stupidity. I am not explaining the whole situation here. This is just for him. To let him know, as long as he is there to handle me, i promise him to not let anything bog me down. With each passing day, I am getting hints that these friends I have got, are especially here to make life all the more meaningful. My brother is one of them, of course.
That less than 2 day trip to Haldwani and Rudarpur, was actually what I wanted for quite a while now: to go out with just friends. Though we didn’t have even an hour to “sight-see” the place, but whatever times me, Achal and Bhavneet aka Rana spent there was, at least for me, one of the most memorable experiences. The declaration of 5th sem result marred the mood at the very beginning of the journey. Yet, had it not been for these 2, I don’t think I could have had the same amount of worthy time spent. It’s there that Achal said, what maybe one of his own exclusive quotable quotes:” Life fucks, and I’m proud of it” (for those inundated, Achal is the future tech-celebrity). Just another reminder to me, that all the pain I have gone through is not necessarily all that bad. It has made me what I am today, everything from the butt of jokes to being the confidante of a handful of friends. And today’s kinda “forced” sitting with my brother was another reminder of what Achal said. I know what these 2 have gone through. In simple words, it’s known as hell. When I first knew about their history, it almost pacified me, as I realized that it’s the same story everywhere. Everyone gets fucked by life, but few take it all in, like these 2, and use it to move up, and others just never stop wishing it all didn’t happen, like I was. Thankfully, I am crossing over the fence. For good. And it shows.
That I am ‘all-clear’ after 1st sem straight, is a reason for good news to me only because of the fact that it will help my father in his speedy recovery. Doctor saab had said to keep him happy. And he is very happy. And last Wednesday, I sorted out some pretty bitchy stuff with Jasmine. And we are happy about it. Coz there’s nothing worse than hearing bad things about you. I had to confront her, and apologize, before she heard some altered versions of my past views on her. Thanx J. Another reason why you actually rock (how I hate to admit it :p) is how you understood it all, and opened your heart out to me. I am not perfect, never said I was. But I am proud of the fact that I am having the ability to correct some things which I screwed up, especially after the recent tragedy involving my friends from school. And thanx to Laveena too, for actually bringing the AOL people to college. That poem
never came though, Laveena, but I have planned something else. Will come back with more.