The problem with being a nice person is that you a) feel guilty more often than necessary b) give chances to people who do not deserve them and finally end up weeping the entire night. Niceness is not a license for a myriad of asses to walk all over an individual. Sassy Satan has had her fair share of problems. But she chose to keep her head high. But, as he called her again and again she thought she should take the call instead of being rude. She talks to him, tries to make conversation, little questions about 'watsup' and 'wats happening'. But then the man steers the conversation. Talks about the chick, the chick who replaced SS. Then, he tells SS that he wants her, that he can talk everything to her..he cant do that with others and the chick is really his soulmate. Now really? SS is no fool, just a little sucker for emotions..He wants SS to lend him emotional support, then what the hell is the chick for..he wants SS to take her time..but asks her the number of days its gonna take her...

What is wrong with the world...is it a place absolutely brimming with jerks, who care only about themselves??

P.S: Met Shibani Kashyap and Meera/Muzzafar Ali last week...profiled their residences...Next post!!!

Well, what to say. It has not been exactly Utopia lately, though it may have been an exaggerated wonderland...
I always assumed that love and THE one were just round the corner..getting ready, to sweep me off my feet. Well, this is not anything remotely creative or firsthand, just a little close fantasy that I have always nurtured. People, men and especially boys have come and gone, without making a difference really. One did, and he turned out to be an ass. After a long time, almost like an eternal slumber, is someone trying. Genuinely. Minus flattery. Boys, as I have been told by numerous friends, are produced through a generic mould. Well, atleast most are. They have a core vision, one goal in mind, and that is where they want to go. Some differ in their routes, taking directions from Sir Tennyson or Shakespeare, or walking along the path tredged by Robert Kincaid. But how many of them really mean it? I frankly have stopped keeping count long ago.
Right now, I feel sick, guilty to my core. I know that everything is genuine, and like I have been repeating in front of friends for the last couple of days, nothing is potentially wrong. Yet, from within, there is a terrible voice that beckons me to stay where I am. To not go anywhere. To not head recklessly into everything like I have always done. To understand and rationalise. To not let this become a classic case in context. To just do anything and everything that brings with it a serene sense of existence.
To calm down. To just know what self wants, really.
Will harping on the same thing on and on help? I wish it would..