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Wow! Look who's getting senti-mental :P

Carefree Randomness Surprises Masti like never before Reunion with certain old friends A whole new list of some new close friends Quirky music An unexplained hatred for loneliness Beloved winter Unceasing hatred towards numbers Happydent overload Extension of curfew timings 25% completion of the never-ending to-do list Table-tennis Hearty talks with complete strangers Revelations A discovery of talent Short hair Tentative acceptance of life & its challenges That's my 2010, what's yours?

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Today is when my blog turns 1  :D *claps claps claps*
I know my blog archive shows I started writing from January  but I had already made this blog before that  but I just didn't have any writing material or maybe I was just a very lazy kinda person. I am still now. But that's just not the same as before.  :P
I remember one not-so-fine January day when I felt as if I need an escape someplace where I could dump the feelings  and emotional overtures I was going through without hurting anyone or letting anyone know at all.
That was a big thing. Very huge.  And I was just never the same again. And that's when Dirty Little Secrets Mind starts speaking, as was known previously came to my rescue. And since then it has always been there. Waiting. Waiting for me to approach it whenever I wanted to write or when I wanted to let out everything I was feeling or just when I was merely bored.
I haven't shared many personal feelings here and I don't even think I have it in me. I find more fascinated by cha…

Me, the murderer of classics and brands!

I have always been an oddball. I have. And people always took that to be as crazy or weird. And thats why I have the least possible certificates and prizes in my account :[

I had been going through this book I used to maintain when I was in school. I had written in it my favorite texts, poems and some of my own compositions. And then I came across this page - I had attended a kiddies workshop when I was in 7th and had to create verbal advertisements for "Fevicol" and "Pepsodent" and we were given only 15 minutes for preparation. And this is what I do:
Caution: Whoever laughs on my compositions get their keyboards banged with their heads!
Fevicol [sing the tune of "yeh dil, diwana" from the movie Pardes]:
Yeh Dil, diwana Diwana yeh dil Diwane ne, mujhko bhi, Kar dala, diwana Usne mere dil ko tod, maine fevicol se joda fir kabhi bhi nahi tuta hai yeh dil usne dil ko punch hai mara, isko shatter karna chaha aur fir haath hi uske tute hai lekin... diwane ne, fir mujhse ma…

So, Elizabeth Jennings spoke for me!

"I fear it's very wrong of me
And yet I must admit
When someone offers friendship
I want the whole of it.
I don't want everybody else
To share my friends with me.
At least I want one special one
Who indisputably,
Likes me much more than all the rest
Who's always on my side,
Who never cares what others say
Who lets me come and hide
Within his shadow, in his house -
It doesn't matter where -
Who lets me simply be myself,
Who's always, always, there."

Rajnikant, WTF and a desperation of being 21.

I've been having a super time lately. I'd been shopping yesterday! And I've shopped as if it was the first time that I've been unleashed on all those clothes :P
All my purchases are well hidden in the deepest pit of my ever-growing mound of clothes in my closet. I'm thinking of revealing them to my mum around Christmas! =]
And I've just lived three family-free days all alone at my place! So, my parents finally realize that I'm old enough to take care of myself and the house and not leave the geyser on after leaving the shower or burn the whole house down or whatever. Yeah dad, mom, you make me feel great! :P
Or maybe its because of my stubbornness. You know I can make a pretty realistic looking pout and produce tears for as long as four hours! And after that I get bored coz my mouth hurts, eyes sting and everyone actually loses interest in me and leave me to keep sniveling. Yeah, lovely family, no?
Sunday, I went out with friends. After a long time, it feels li…