A day well spent

I know its been long since I blogged. I know it’s a sad thing. But I just had to blog about today’s day

People come and people go. Some stay, to be called friends.  And I wish that today lasts for eternity.

College has been promising till today,but very competitive. Sometimes very demanding. But today. I saw what I competed for. A bunch of good ol’ people. Who I sense will turn out to be friends some day.

Diwali is the festival of lights. Lights bring hope, hope brings faith, faith brings chance, chance brings opportunity and opportunity brings success. And today I did experience victory. I met a few people in college roughly 2 months ago. The same talkative, gushy, giggly, friendly people.Were they my prospective new ‘friends’? were they my new ray of hope? Were they the right people? How much did I know about them? Their names? What else? Their school? Their field? But what else? Nothing! But somewhere deep down there was a feeling of comfort, of ease, of peace. A feeling of security. And that is the basic necessity, humans, teenagers require at this point to have a comfortable life in college. Security is basic therapy to heal many wounds and this is being said from an experience of  having lovely school friends.

What had to happen next. We sat together in classes, helped each other in projects, stalked each other on facebook to know better of each other, exchanged phone numbers, began a group chat, started sharing ideas, decided on having a potluck party and ending up knowing 90% of each others life, fears and joys. Wow. I had gone a long way in being social. Just by knowing a persons name and school, we ended up knowing each others fears. I smelt a sense of victory then. I had chosen the right people. The right kind of people. People who had their heads rule over their heart. A group of crazy loving people

Today was fun. Maybe a fantabulouslyepic (I just formed that word because fun was an understatement I realized) day. It started with awkward posing for pictures to a potluck lunch. It then went on to prove how much the course of time makes us trust and believe people. How every human ends up judging a person. How human emotions are attached to belief. How much a person actually cares at times to be in a social group. How everyone actually loves everyone.

I learnt a lesson from every girl today. From one I learnt how to care. From one I learnt how to judge. From one I learnt how to be happy, no matter what. From one I learnt how to live for love. From one I learnt how to hope and from all I learnt how to enjoy a meal.

I might sound like a feminist, but every woman, every female, every girl, knows how to fight for what she believes. For what she wants, for what she loves. Today dressed in Indian traditional wear, I seemed like an Indian girl hoping for the best. Today we ate, laughed, confessed, promised, realized what we are doing, what we want and what we deserve. Our souls spoke. And when souls interact, the conversation is pretty hilarious (virtually).

A great time in all. And this blog just for all my awesome girls.  I hope we become friends one day J
OR ARE WE ALREADY?

THE FRUIT BASKET ;)

Washington apples, fresh green grapes, ratnagiri cha haapus, and mahabaleshwar strawberrys, all laid so pettily in the yellow fruit basket on my dining table.  I finished my lunch after college and had the urge to sleep for a while. A glaring green bunch of grapes seemed like they said “ yeah, I am the best of the lot”, we are the one you will relish the most.” I responded by saying “Maa I want some of the grapes, wash them for me” I ate the first grape and it was unpleasant. The second too and the third as well. And indeed the grapes were sour!

It is often said, a man is known by the company he keeps. Isn’t it strange that it applied in fruit philosophy as well?

The fruit basket looked like all the populace in college to me. The apples- foreigners, the mangoes-spoilt rich brats, the grapes- the oh so cool group, the strawberry’s- a group of stupid blondes, the oranges- the double meaning talkers and the solitary pineapple- a friend.

Pineapples are rare. They are different. They are unique. That is why they are so hard on the outside and so sweet in the inside, just like a friend.

I have a story to share. Readers might feel I have something against grapes, I don’t, I rather like them when they are sweet, but the story will explain why

I was rather intrigued by this group of people in college. They seemed nice, sweet, cheerful decent people. I liked being with them, hanging out with them, being a part of them. But one day they turned sour, bad and mean. We stopped hanging out. now usually passer bys at home, might just pop a few grapes into ones mouth on passing by the fruit basket. Now you will wonder what is the correlation.. Soon after I had, stopped hanging out with them, a few others started hanging out with them., in context. A few others had popped in the sour grapes into their mouth. A few days later, they again felt that the combination of grapes and strawberries doesn’t sound right. And they decided to sour some other people’s mouth

They soured my mouth, when they rotted. Like fruits, with time, wrong people in turn tend to show their true colors, or rather tastes.

The fruit basket taught me lots. It taught me to be with people I know, I love and I am concerned about. Knowing new people is good. It’s great. But trusting them and being vulnerable in their company is not a good idea.

College is indeed a fruit basket, and all fruits don’t taste right, but judging any group of people or person without knowing them is wrong. Its is absolutely unscrupulous. I have learned to love life. to experience and to be strong because of college. It has made me a new person. I am not the open book I was. I am maybe the index now. I am not the school girl now. I am the new college girl. I am a more responsible, priority giver, mentally balanced girl, I am independent of my transportation and my my academic capabalities.

I am a new fruit, my mom got from the market. Because the grapes decayed anyways.