She is not my Best Friend

Daily Prompt: A Friend in Need


Yup, you read it right! She is not my best friend…
People say close friends hear about your adventures but best friends live them with you…well this friend of mine has not only survived the adventures we have had, yet wouldn’t mind re-living each and every moment of happiness or regret in the past if it meant getting to spend more time with me. She is that friend in my life because of who our parents doubted our sexual orientation, as we would spend hours talking in the night, sneak up to the phone and delete the call from our call logs because we ‘shouldn’t’ be talking at 3 AM…I mean who made these rules anyway? Well whoever did, didn’t have a friend like her.
From witnessing a slug like monster pouring out of a pepsi bottle (Yes its true…See what I meant by adventure?) to witnessing a sandstorm in the middle of Winter (No you wont believe that because you HAD TO BE THERE TO) we have encountered such abnormal yet memorable times that its difficult to live without her now. 
In school we couldn’t wait for college so as to live with each other thereafter…but God had other plans for us…he was testing us, you know the drill, “The Long Distance Relationship”. But contrary to popular belief it actually worked out pretty well for us 🙂
There was a time in school when she had become a council member and I don’t know if it was or wasn’t a big deal…I had turned up to cheer for her (as a surprise). I will never forget the look on her face when she saw me…mostly because that was my face the night she turned up at my door on my 19th Birthday to surprise me. Its that feeling when you are SO FRIKKING happy that your brain cant take it anymore and gets confused due to the sudden extreme flow of emotions and then decides to make you laugh and cry at the same time. Its pretty confusing for people to understand what you are going through at that minute of emotional explosion…but not for my friend here. We both knew how we felt exactly.
I complete her sentences and she completes my life…She is not my Best friend…Friendship is an understatement, She isn’t a part of my life…She is my life 🙂
My soulmate and Human Diary
Here’s me, at my utmost Gay moment sharing with the world what you mean to me ❤ 



Weekly Photo Challenge: Nostalgic


School 🙂
It was so long ago yet I remember it like it was today morning 😛 Wearing coloured clothes on your birthday was the coolest in primary and middle year but in senior year it was considered kiddish. Who got the most number of friendship bands and who dated a senior would determine the popularity of an individual (dont worry those bands you see up there are all I got from 6th grade to the 12th grade and well I knew people who got as many bands ‘per year’ oh I also know people who would make bands for themselves as well lol) So getting back to that picture…
See that little brown box? That is my best friend memory box, which has all the friendship bands Bushra had given me during school, and they are tied to her letters and poems that she would write for me (personally they were hilarious but so touching they still make me cry)
Those tiny shells are a memory from Turtle beach, the coolest field trip we went to! That is where I met my first ever crush, he used to make these chalk carvings too, there was one of the Linkin Park drummer which I disposed sometime back, I remember we all were carrying our walkman (the father of the ipod) and he was carrying a discman (an elder brother to the ipod) and was everyone super impressed!
Oh and there is a monitor batch of the time I was the girl monitor with a boy who all my friends (including me) obsessed about…and by obsession I mean crazy…wild…oh my god obsession. I had actually wasted 365 or more pages of my diary just writing about how he would say “Hi” or probably just look in my direction or have a conversation with me regarding the tables and chairs or keep his bag on my bag so as to pass each other in the hallway…yeah the last one was just a figment of my imagination he probably then didnt even know my last name or the fact that I would stalk him and prank call him with my besties, my friends and I would wait for him to come to birthday parties just to catch a glimpse…its funny how when we are all grown up it all seems like a waste of time, energy and proof of bad taste :/
Some letters and tiny gifts, some chits and random memories is what I am left with today, as much as I hated going to school I finally miss it now…not because of all the good times but because I’d love to go back in time and make them even better 🙂

Tourist Trap – June 3rd 2013

Daily Prompt: Tourist Trap

What’s your dream tourist destination — either a place you’ve been and loved, or a place you’d love to visit? What about it speaks to you?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us VACATION.

Being a piscean Ive always been a water baby. Some might find it strange but i learnt how to swim on my own, maybe by observing…as a kid I would love to play with water! So it would be stating the obvious that my favourite tourist destination is Maldives :’)


The different shades of blue that are visible to our eyes would prove to be a shocker to Miranda Priestly herself! Haha no really! Its incredible what colors the sky can burst into…pink, purple, lavender…yes even the skies there are specially made for me!
What Maldives also does is bring out various emotions in you which you never felt were even there in the first place…Its feeling butterflies in your stomach on a whole new level altogether!
From the feeling of serenity when the white sand merges into the crystal blue water…to the emptiness in you stomach as The Jaws Theme Track plays in your head when you look down at the sea bed and see absolutely nothing but darkness…sure you’re there swimming with the biggest shark in the world who is a vegetarian but what if he felt like feasting on variety? and what if he has non vegetarian friends just around the corner…I mean coral 😛
I love how Maldives brought out the photographer in me, it helped me face my fears, it helped motivate me to lose weight so that i could sit their next time bikini clad just watching as the waves wash the shore away leaving me memories that I would cherish forever and little sparkling shells as a memento for such a brilliant holiday! ❤

A letter to my 30 year old self :)

This was a brilliant concept to be published in our Yearbook…but hey who needs the Yearbook if we can spend all our money booking the auditorium for an air conditioned – unplanned – Farewell 🙂 Anyway why let the humour and sentiments go to waste…

I know it’s been a hard day…the client and the copywriter are on your hit list and you were throwing darts on their picture before your eye caught this, but hey! it cant be worse than not having a weekend in college! Its worse??? Ooooh that bad huh? Well now you’re only ticket to fame would be if Raunak remembered to mention you as ‘Gal Pal’ in his latest interview which oh by the way was on air sometime back when you were stuck in traffic counting the number of cars ahead of you in line -.-

Oh but don’t worry… Life has its plans all laid out for you kid! You will soon have your own advertising agency someday where maybe your grandchildren could intern (yeah its going to take that long) or you could jointly start one with Jeel (your copy-writer), Foram (anything under the sun-er) & Akriti (Servicing)…remember them? And the rest of them? Ooooh remember Panchgani? ❤ remember the farewell? The last ad party at WTF! Blur memories yet happy ones. So while you sit there smiling and reminiscing lets be thankful for an amazing college life, amazing friends, and the fact that ab tak sabka placement hogaya 🙂

Here’s to an amazing 3 years of my life that I would curse each day but now find it difficult to remember why 🙂