aaaaaaarrrrrggggggghhhh!!!!

Are relationships always so difficult? Why is it that 5 years down the line, egos still come in the way? Why is it "my-way-or-the-highway"? Why do simple insignificant things become yelling screaming ugly matches? Aren't you supposed to be happy together, thus are together, thus should be trying to make each other happy too? aaaaaaaaaagggggggrrrhhhhhhhh!! I could scream!

But in spite of the fights that seem to have become a way of life these days, that we seem to disagree more than agree these days, that conversations so often end with the phone being slammed, D is one of the only stable factors in my life, and I can almost confidently say I in his. That 5 years later, I know that come what may, when the going gets tough, he's the person I will go to. That after every fight with mom, every difficult paper and every broken nail, D is the person I will call. That every time we meet, all the fights seem so silly and insignificant. It’s strange, that D and I cant fight face to face. On the phone we are the most awful people, but the second we meet, it’s forgotten. Like I said earlier, D is my closest friend and the stability in my life. 5 years ago, when i didn’t know whether or not I liked D, during blissful months in college, he told me that you know you like someone when the thought of them not being there shatters you. I know now how true that is.

And when all around me, I see broken relationships, and breaking ones, I cant help but wonder… Do people just not try hard enough? Why is it that our relationship has managed to survive the test of time and others haven't? And how is it that I know, that through the fights and the yelling, we will survive.

Haye, I feel so much better!!

the year that was..

The other day, a cousin wanted MBA advice. Yikes! I’ve been thru a year at XL, but it doesn’t seem that way at all. I’ve been told time flies when you’re doing what you love, I now believe it.

The last year has been insane. I’ve stayed away from home for the first time ever, survived hostel food, survived a room with 3 lizards and an occasional grasshopper, slept for a cumulative of 10 hrs over 4 days, stayed awake all night to complete assignments and projects and study for exams, stayed awake to watch 3 movies back to back, danced like no one is watching, jumped into a lake from a raft, crossed a pond on a rope, sailed into the sky strapped to a parachute, survived on deep fried aloo cheese parathas, sat for interviews from 5 am upto midnight, published a magazine, almost failed a paper, and been so happy that I’ve actually cried. Yes, the last year has been insane and I’ve loved every moment of it.

And I’m now interning in Mumbai and have been thrown back into the real world. Where life doesn’t only revolve around assignments and alcohol and sitcoms. Where I need to wake up at an hour when most people wake up, work all day and sleep at times when most people sleep. Where I need to eat three meals a day and go grocery shopping and do grown up responsible things. And even though it’s completely different from the life I’ve led for the last year, it’s been brilliant so far. I love the feeling of being so completely independent, having to manage my life on my own. I love this city, I love my job, I love the fact that D is here and after 4 years we are finally in the same city again, I love the fact that there are so many friends from college and XL here, I love it that the city doesn’t judge you and lets you be yourself. 6 more weeks here! Yay!