Former Party Girl

I used to like going out. No, cross that - I used to love going out.

I loved parties and large gatherings and people din't scare me. I don't think they scare me now as much as they annoy me. It takes too much effort to fake interest in their small talk anymore and I'm not naturally drawn to the "broken" ones who nurse their drink in the corner of the room anymore. About two years ago I'd walk into a room full of strangers and do a stand-up bit of sorts. Everyone would fall in love with me and I'd thank Mrs. Liquid Courage for my star-like quality.My Instagram would flood with #aboutlastnight photos and strangers from the night would hit me up on Facebook the morning after.

I don't know when I got over the whole thing. I don't know when I realized that it doesn't really do anything more me. But as I type this I can't help but wonder if the realization came to me, or did the parties stop happening.

I've always known a lot of people in varying capacities of intimacy. Some probably got busy, some probably I lost on the way, some probably just didn't do it for me anymore, some probably started exploring ewer interests that didn't excite me and some probably started hating me. Maybe it was the lack of parties that forced me to prefer staying in.

I'm sitting here on a Saturday night with a glass of whisky by my side while my roommates are out for a Diwali party, trying to resume this blog, And I actually don't mind that.

When did we get here?

Old-age, is that you?

One of my closest friends was in town and she asked this girl if she got along with this other guy she wanted to have lunch with, so that all three of them could hang out. The girl said most nonchalantly "It's not about getting along, everyone can get along... but what's the point if I don't have fun?"

That's that, I guess. I stopped having fun.

And what a tragedy that is.

Change being the only constant

The more things change, the more they stay the same.
It's true.

The colour black for me, for instance.
There is no getting away. As much as I try and change the background and the layout of my blog and as much fun I try to have with colours and patterns, it all just doesn't seem right. And then there's black that always makes everything fall into place.
Is it only a co incidence that I am wearing a black sweatshirt as I type all of this?
I am a compulsive-black-clothing person. Maybe a little less now. Still I seem to like and buy only black things all the fucking time.

Black is strong, bold, mysterious and all the other things one reads and hears about it all the time; some flattering , some not so.
But there's this one quote that has struck just the right chords with me and epitomizes black as being the colour that says,
'Notice, but do not intrude'.

Maybe someday I pick pink over black..not!
Maybe someday I pick red over black..possibly.

The more things change, the more they stay the same.

It's true.

I remember Trishi's birthday party as being one of the best nights ever,yes.

So now that D is leaving for Germany for 6months and we need to make it a night ti remember for her, guess what we'll do?

The same thing that we did on 16-09-10; Trishi's birthday party!

It's almost cute how amidst all the talks and thoughts of growing up and freedom and better choices, we ourselves restrict ourselves to do anything but the ordinary. 

It's the same old routine :

>Guys we don't know as much, that we call them to D's farewell party, have been called to drive us around.

>A RadioCab has been booked

>Dresses decided.

>Stories tallied 

And some more...

Maybe one day we go for a trip to the jungle to celebrate...not!

Maybe one day we go to the zoo just for the kicks..possibly.

Will miss you D :)

If there is one person on the face of the earth that I would want to live as, if not myself, it's you.

Also, Kevin loves me.

And he's marrying me.

What'ya gonna do, huh?

HUH? 

"P.S... Guess what? "

I think you are finally put under the same header as 'Grown Ups' when your mother officially allows a drunken marathon of a House party at your house and voluntarily chooses to stay away for the day!
Greatest Party Ever?
I think so.

Few reasons why I am going to remember this for a while...

• It was at MY house :D
• He-Man came :) :) :) And helped me clean later and was, I think, the only 'sober' guy at the party.
• Jaya and Preeto might win awards for Absent-ism
• I have a hickey from the party and the who/when of the matter remain unknown.
• I had to un-clog my sink off Denzil's puke *throws up a little*
• I got very high
• It's been only two days since, yes; but people haven't shut up about it yet so yay. 

The good life.

It would have been even better had life included slight dozes of studying, less mental complications, very little melancholy, Niharika, great food, no body weight, lots of money, less classes, more winters, no stalkers..

I am half serious about the last one. Stalkers make me feel important.

Yes, I am a lame person.

Sigh.