My Cluttered Mess

"Could you pass me the butter please, Anjana?" "Sure. Here you go" , replied Anjana, "This takes me back, you know... Varun used to love spreading butter all over his bread using the knife. He used to do it so methodically. And he'd give me half of it even though he absolutely hated sharing his food with someone." Her friends exchanged a worried glance among themselves. This was getting out of hand. It was six months already and she still hadn't gotten over the piece of shit boyfriend who cheated on her with her ex-best friend. They wondered how she was able to forgive him for that and how she was still waiting for him even though he was together with her ex-best friend. This had gone on too long now. Somebody had to say something. Maybe she needed an intervention. The others signaled Anu to muster up the courage and tell her what the whole gang thought. Anu shrugged, suggesting that it'd be better if someone else took up the job. While

"Interesting outlook on life you have there. Where did you come across it? Some book?"   asked the shrink. “Where do you think?”   I replied. “I think it's a coping mechanism that you developed after you had your breakup; after you were left to face your feelings all over again. And I know it must’ve been difficult. You must’ve felt the pain surging through your heart all over again, helpless to do anything about it. And at that moment you wanted to invent a way of hanging on to something that didn’t happen for you in real life. And the writer in you imprisoned everything you wanted to have so badly inside stories, adding some key memories to make it look authentic.” I noticed the gleam in the corner of his eye as he finished that sentence. Damn, he's good. Definitely living up to his reputation. He thinks he has me all figured out. I’ll feed him some more of my ideas. Let’s see how far he gets and then we’ll see who’s playing whom- I thought to myself. “Hmm.

The day started off with the dream I had the previous night about her. I woke up with an overwhelming urge to see her for the first time. Could she really exist? Or was it an elaborate prank the universe was playing on me? Just for the kick of it, I started planning the best way to make the memory unforgettable. I already knew her schedule by heart then. Was that weird or sweet? You be the judge. By noon I had come up a with plan to surprise her after her college. By the way, Google maps. Thank you. So there I was with the perfect plan, pondering over the tiniest of details- again and again. I should cover all contingencies that may arise and ensure that the end result is unchanged whatever happens. I started playing out different scenarios in my head. Even small things like there was just a 1000 rupee note in my purse didn't slip my mind. That's one thing I needed to take care of. Note to self: Go to the ATM and get some change before boarding the bus to her college. But as

The title is a homage to the last episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. Because that last episode had been resonating in my mind for a whole week ever since some of my friends left the beautiful campus we had come to call our home for the last 4 years. The campus felt smaller without them. It used to be a happy place filled with love and laughter, but more importantly because of the people I shared it with. All of us had stayed together in each other’s rooms just like at one time or another every one of the F.R.I.E.N.D.S characters had stayed at Monica’s apartment. And now some of us had left the campus to start a new chapter of their lives, leaving the keys behind along with a lot of memories to cherish. I should let you know that I’m writing this a few days after the convocation ceremony here at our second home, IIT Madras. It feels as if it’s the end of an era and the start of a new one. I’m constantly thinking about how the convocation will probably be the last time when everyone g

Like JK Rowling, I was left alone to my thoughts on a train journey while listening to some good music. But unlike JK Rowling, this blog/post/cluttered mess of randomness is not going to be a huge thing like Harry Potter (I’m a soothsayer like that, predicting the future of the creations of my wildest imaginations- PS: This is NOT a double bluff to improve the popularity of this article).  One by one the thoughts started to make a train on their own and it would have been disrespectful to them if I hadn’t taken an effort to jot them down. Also since this is my first attempt at writing, I have decided to break all norms of blog writing, mostly because I do not know what norms to conform to, and not edit anything out of my blog. I hope I do not regret that decision. I’m regretting it already. Crap. I can’t delete that too. Note to self- Think before you start writing a sentence. Anyways, I’d like to start things off with some warnings and disclaimers we usually come across so that I