Just Saying Hello!

What is happening to all the time? Is it just flying past me?

That is a million dollar question that troubles my mind time and again.

I mean, seriously. The last time I checked, it was still the beginning of March, and the month has come to an end already.

A lot of things have been happening  lately. And some come along with a silver lining.

I think I have graduated to be a world class jerk for a few things that went out of my control. I shall reserve that story for some other day. 

I have started taking criticism from anonymous people in my own stride. It is absolutely ludicrous how people could be so rude to you, and what's more fascinating is the fact that there are a lot of people who come to your support when things like that happen to you.

For instance, this is my first article on Women's Web, and this is what happened: What happened?

Or when the same person (I assume) tried to do this on my blog: Dreaming Under The Starlit Sky!

Thank you. Things like this just keep me going forward. 

I have been to Deccan Trails along with my friends for my best friend's birthday, and had one of the most beautiful nights.

The long drive to Vikarabad was absolutely lovely. The conversations were totally humourous. The starlit sky was beyond beautiful.

Nights like these remind me that beauty lies in the little things. It lies in the spark of your friend's eye when she cuts the cake, in a certain friend's gibberish when he is high, in the talking minion of another friend (I almost stole it), in the short walks with your friend, in the meaningless conversations, and in the long drives with Eminem's music blaring out loud.

Apart from all the beauty I am surrounded with, a lot of things have been happening at my workplace too. 

The only thing I hear myself wondering (But not saying out loud) during my lunch break is, I am in the right place.

Who knew I would be able to have fun at work? 

I guess I will write a little more from now. If not here, at other places. 

By the way, hello! 

You Are High. You Don't Know It Yet.

“We were not a hugging people. In terms of emotional comfort it was our belief that no amount of physical contact could match the healing powers of a well made cocktail.” 

― David Sedaris

"You are high. Stop it now."

"I don't get high. I am perfectly normal. Oh, look I can perfectly walk with that 5 inch heel."

"Sure, you do. You walk with a panache."

Alright, this is one of those much cliched conversations that friends have. Drunk dialing, a weird habit, gives you mixed feelings. You feel miserable yet content; stupid yet happy; vexed yet pleasant.

The music keeps blaring in the background, some nondescript band, you feel a little buzzed and paint a hazy yet rosy picture of paradise. You feel ethereal. You hear your friends taking your name multiple times, and then one of them yells, "Someone snatch her phone."

Too late. The damage is done. 

"Save me." An unclear message that was sent from your phone to a stranger now. 

What? Just what were you thinking? Of course, in your defence, you weren't in the right senses. But did you just have to behave like a damsel in distress? Were you expecting a superhero to come rescue you? You retard! 

How many of us are actually familiar with situations like these? How many of us just don't give a second thought before doing nasty stuff when we are high? 

It is fun. I get it. You are young. You are meant to get wasted often. We all go overboard sometimes.

I have this friend who calls his lost friends only when he is drunk. He thinks it is fun. Little does he realize that he weeps the next morning! He confesses the little mistakes he has done. He whines about how the times have changed, complains about the quarter life crisis. Like most of us, the twenty somethings, he cannot clean his own mess. Sweet life!

The obsession of drunk dialing takes over you SO much that it gives you a whiplash. You wake up in the morning, your head heavy, your life disoriented, ashamed of the things you've done. It brings back all the painful memories of the past. Some tiny part of you, lost between the molasses of fat, or ugh, non-fat in your body wants to hold on to those memories, you go nostalgic, and whoa, you decide to humiliate yourself. Perfect! The bliss of getting alcohol in your body is all gone. It is not fun anymore. I mean look at you, you have turned into an emotional masochist.

But some lessons are meant to be learned the hard way!

So the next time you are drunk, cut yourself from the technology, survey the damage, and apologize. Let go of the things that make you want to drunk dial. They are destructive and not worth it.

Get a cup of coffee, laugh about it, and do some epic shit. I am certain most of the artists would agree with me on this, some of the best work is done when you are drunk, when your brain stops functioning, when you stop whacking yourself with practicality.

You get high.

You just don't know it yet.