Monday, 14 November 2011

The funny story of the millionth Heartbreak.

Hearts get broken all the time. Or at work sometimes I think I got the worst deal.

Many days I just look upwards and exclaim (to what I presume is god but in reality is just the roof) in the most dramatic manner going - ‘WHY ME!’ (my head also plays dramatic background music when I do that)

I do all that and more (I am quite the drama queen and very innovative that ways)

In the middle ofcourse I distract myself with lots of alcohol and drunk dialing/texting. Topping all that with drunk lamenting about how I should have been born in a different generation.
And blah and some more blah.

But sometimes just when I think the world couldn’t be a more messed up place, I hear of a friend delivering a new baby girl. A lil bundle of cuteness whose pic itself is dreamy :)

I remember how, this friend I have, waited for more than an hour to pick me up for a party knowing about my conveyance issues while another was brave enough to ask my Dad if I could get permission for a party that hadn't even been planned yet :P (no harm in being prepared I was told)

I remember the baby brother, who is discovering love for the first time, telling me about the girl he plans to ask out.

I remember the 3 am BB message from a beautiful friend of mine who told me that I need to smile so that the world can smile back at me. She gave me the simplest advice that touched my heart :)

I remember that there is a biker cool dude who believes in die hard romantics like us and when I am losing faith cheers me up! (All is not lost for the fools like us huh?)

I remember the red and yellow wall that waits for me in Bombay. The wall I am supposed to fill with memories and more stories of the life in a new city. A city I don't have to leave anymore it seems :)

Just when I feel like crap, I remember the mail from an old flame who tells me how beautiful I am. Who tells me why he thinks I am worth some bloke’s time (WHAT a sweet mail that was ‘freak’ ) :)

The drama of heart break and bad days carries on for us. Sometimes we find what we’re looking for and sometimes we don’t. But most of the times we walk out with some damn good stories to talk about.

I think my Grand kids would be highly entertained :P


Nikita Banerjee said...

Oh yes grand kids would be very entertained! :D

zephyr said...

hehehe... ohh yes! :D

how are u settling down in bombay! didnt u just move to delhi?

I am in Bombay too. :)

Pesto Sauce said...

Not just grand kids, we all are entertained. You need to look up a bit and as someone said, smile a bit more

zephyr said...

pesto sauce ! :)
smiling a BIG smile !
thanks for reading!

Anonymous said...

Grand kids and heart breaks.
Made for each other.
One gives, what the other takes,
Wrinkles and bother
for this aging old heart.

sulagna ™ said...

ok ahve really gorgeous hands and this is true as i type from my snub, chub fingers which are currently purple and nails too are a little zig zag...anyways we can talk on that later !

you know i statyed in pune all by myself since 17, fell in love with the most vile of all creatures, hurt myself , cried to sleep and today i realise, i can appreciate what i have becaus eof what i dint have back then .

so just a lil word of advice, enjoy what life's givin u now, trust me wont last long and someday you will wonder"shhittt how dumb was i "

PS:i do that even today

First Rain said...

Heartbreaks and all, make for good blisters on my mind's feet as I walk down the memory lane. Bless those blisters, for without them how would I have found my glass slippers of twilight.

Nupur said...

Nice read :)