Post New Year Resolutions

Today, I want to talk about change. 

What with the new year and all that, I think it's time I made a little changes around myself.

I don't particularly celebrate the new year. I party the reasonable amount that your average Delhi-ite is expected to, even reply to a few "Happy New Year" forwards with their assorted and colorful articulation and sometimes even remember to wish a few people when I head back to college in January.

But beyond that I don't generally hold on to any particularly "new-beginning" type feeling for the new year. While others are busy making resolutions they don't intend to follow, making plans that won't materialize and meeting people they didn't even know last year, I spend my day making "See-you-next-year!" jokes.

But, I think a change is long overdue. The girl in black converse has come a long way, what with college, moving to a new city, making new friends and suffering a long list of heartbreaks. 

My self-depracating, sarcastic and too-frank attitude needs a little turnabout. So much as I HATE change of any sort, I've decided I'm going to be a new person. So here's a list of my new year's resolutions, albeit a little late.

1. Get a better grade. Because a little education never hurt anybody.

2. Have new experiences. Because "been-to-every-club-in-Delhi" isn't nearly as fun as it sounds.

3. Stop hating. Because what's the point? Everybody has a story as unique as your own.

4. Get out of bed. Because nothing good was ever achieved by people who refused to get out of bed.

5. Write more. Because it makes me feel good. And maybe click more pictures.

6. Let go. Because until you let go of your past, you can't make way for the future.

So there I have it. 

My list of post-New Year resolutions.

Let's see how many I actually keep up to!

Nothing quite like a full stomach to fix a broken heart

I'm not really one for revenge. 

I don't wash my dirty laundry in public.

I'm done with drama.

Except it doesn't let go of me. From every nook and cranny, I see drama peeking out at me, ready to latch itself on to me like the bloodsucking parasite it is. No matter how many times I sweep it out, miraculously it come back again, much like the daily strands of hair on my pillow(and floor).

Even now, it's glowering at me from the corner when I beat it down for the umpteenth time, refusing to succumb to it. 

I was being a healthier person. Keeping out negativity and all that. However, lying, cheating, whoring scumbags did nothing to help me keep up to my resolution.

NO. I was not going down that path again. 

I was going to keep up my healthy doses of restraint, Gloria Gaynor and Schezwan sauce and let Karma be the only bitch around these parts.

Besides, vindictive, psycho ex-girlfriends were highly overrated. 

Speaking of, while I was perfectly happy to bide my time till the object of my anger was struck by lightning in a retributive action that would convince the worst of sinners of the existence of a greater force with a sense of natural justice, it seems others aren't quite so satiated. You know it's bad when my actions seem healthy in comparison.

I entered this semester knowing, just knowing that shit was going to hit the fan. It was both an intuitive and logical prediction. But I hadn't known that my potency for bad luck would effect people around me too.

(Seriously, any more and I'll start converting people to stone.)

The problem with college is that people get too close, too soon. They're in each other's face all the time, they are restricted to a limited geographical period, they're away from home. Emotions run intense. So people date too much, fall in love too fast and break up too soon. And the breakups are messy. Meh-uh-seeee.

So recently, the golden couple of my college broke up. 

Seriously, these two were the poster boys of relationships if there ever were any.

Until the cracks begin to show.

And left everybody questioning the sanctity of love and togetherness.

How exactly did it happen? Well, nobody really knows and nobody really followed. But what followed was an onslaught of taunts, facebook statuses and battle of wills. 

The bigger you are, the harder you fall.

Who would have thought that the two lovebirds with the perfect relationship would go down this road? Who would have thought they'd stoop to this level?

Who am I kidding? I love drama. I thrive on drama. Heck, I eat drama for breakfast.

Truth is, other people's drama helped keep my head out the hellhole my own, personal breakup was. Much as I wanted to hate the female, I couldn't quite do so. See, I knew how she felt, even though my situation was completely different, the emotions still struck home long enough for me to see her point of view. And much as I wanted to hate her, I still took a page out of her book. More like out of her facebook. And after a lot of inner turmoil and emergency(!!) consultations with the floormates, I finally let it all out. And one little status is all it took.

Whew, that felt good. Liberating.

After having a terrible week, it seems like things were finally going to look up.

And..... Oh, food!

Later then :)