Roshu Pie turns 18..

Grade 10:

You: *shrieks* *laughs* *screams* *laughs again* OMG BHAAAVV ALYAA AHAHAHA *laughs again*

Me: *thinking* Oh my god. I hate this girl. I hate her shrieking. I hate her voice. Omg. I hate how happy she is with her friends..

Grade 11:

You: *shrieks* laughs* *screams* AHAHAHAHAHA OMG GILAAAAA BHAAV ALYAAAA *laughs again*

Me: HAHAHAHAAH *takes all the contents of her pencil box and puts them all on different desks*

Grade 12:

You: *shrieks* *laughs* *screams* OMG NEELI ALYAAAA HAHAHAHAHAAH *laughs again*

Me: *thinking* How will I live without this crazy character?

You see how far we’ve come in three years? From hating you to literally falling in love with you.. each and every bit of you. The aspect of you that i used to detest with all my heart, I’ve come to love it. So much so, that I can’t live without it. Your shrieky voice now sounds like music to my ears.. no kidding. Wanna call me lebay? Do that :P Do it in the cute voice of your’s kay, cuz I wouldn’t ever mind that.

I kinda don’t know where to begin.. cuz I can’t rememeber where WE began either. It was in 11th, I guess. It was in 11th only that I opened up enough to make new friends. Aah I think the first time I called you was to discuss something in Eng Lit, cuz I still have your number scribbled on that Question Bank. Ever since that, your number is one of the most frequently dialled numbers from my phone.. and one number that I will remember probably always.

You are one of the most important women in my life.. You know, I honestly thought that out of everyone here, Alya understood me the most, that it was Alya with whom I connected the most. Well, I was wrong.. One day I realized that you understood me almost as well as Mrinalini did. And you know very well what that means.. Thanks for being my Second Mrinalini.. or no wait. Thanks for being My First Roshu Pie :*

You ARE classy, as my sister said. I know you’ve gone through utmost difficult situations in life, but you’ve come out so much stronger from all of it. You are so damn lovable and cute, it’s crazy. Not only me, but even my parents adore you. And your crazy laughter. And your smile..

I love your smile. It actually does light up my world.. I’ve told you this, and I’m gonna tell you again.. I’d do anything to make you smile.. You have no idea how much I hurt when you don’t smile, or when YOU’RE hurting.. It’s crazy how restless I feel when we fight (which is a lot.. :O) It’s crazy how incomplete I feel if we don’t talk for even a day (when we fight, I mean. Cuz during holidays sometimes we didn’t talk for long :O) Most of our fights have ended with someone apologizing just so that we could talk again..

You’ve been there in my lowest moments to support me, and in my highest moments to let me shine. I can’t tell you how thankful I am to have you as my best friend. Thanks for judging me, it helped. Thanks for being disappointed in me so many times, it showed me you cared. Thanks for pointing out not only my strengths but also my weaknesses.. You’ve had such a big part in making me what I am today.

You’ve made me a better person Rosh, and I hope I’ve helped too. You are such a fucking fantastic girl, that everyone loves you. All I wish for is that you’d stop being so hard on yourself.. I wish that you would love yourself the most. You know, all the stupid fucks that have given up on you and lost you.. I pity them. They have no clue that they lost out on such a diamond..

Thanks for trusting me with your secrets and life.. and thanks for keeping mine safe too. I can’t forget the countless hours that we’ve spent on the phone.. bitching, gossiping, being random and crazy and high, being philosophical, advising, crying, laughing.. and everything else that could possibly be done over the phone. Thanks for being my most talked to BBM contact..

Happy 18th birthday RRRRoshni, My Roshu Pie, Jadooriani.. you’ve completed 18 crazy years of your life! :O God knows how you survived that long, taking in account how much you annoy people at times =P lol kidding. Lol I also can’t believe that you’re younger than me, although by a few months only. But still.. I’m like such a kid and you’re all psychoanalysing people and situations most of the times. Just..stay this way. And don’t forget me. I LOVE YOU SO DAMN FUCKING MUCH THAT NO WORDS CAN DESCRIBE IT AT ALL OHEMJEE! I love you more than Raghav and Sanam and Hrithik Roshan and Damian McGinty and all of the others. Even more than Almond Magnum :O

It's crazy how I can tell you almost anything without much hesitation.. and even if there is, we get over it pretty soon eh? Your jokes are lame, btw. But the embarrassed laugh you do it after it is just fucking adorable. 

These are all memories from the past.. and well.. "these memories are very memorable.." :P 

I promise to you that we'll only make better and even more amazing memories from now on. I promise to be your bestest friend forever. I promise to tolerate all your drama :P I promise to listen to everything that you say.. I promise to make you happy, or at least make you smile when you're low.. I promise to make your life awesome, cuz that's what I do.. :D

I promise to love you forever.

Always smile, jaanu. Cuz you deserve all the happiness in this world..

On the first page of our story, the future seemed so bright..

She stands in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection..

The mirror is lying again.

Her bedroom mirror shows a strikingly beautiful girl. Gorgeous, smooth, slightly wheatish skin. Big beautiful light brown eyes. A stunning mane of shiny, jet black curly hair. Not the crazy curls, those soft natural ones..

She was a petite girl. She’d always been the tiny one among her group of friends as a kid and teenager. Now in her twenties, she was still the tiny one all her friends liked to boss around. But that was all. She had a piercing voice, one that could be heard through at least 5 different rooms on a floor if she screamed loud enough. She was a little cracker. Friends said she lit up every room she entered, literally and figuratively.

She was the kind of girl that could brighten up your day even if she couldn’t brighten up her own..

There she was, in front of her best friend again. Her bedroom mirror. A full length mirror, fixed into a glistening piece of dark wood. She’d always wanted one in her room.

Today, the mirror told her a different story. The little fireball of a girl had been replaced by a terrible mess. She stared at herself.  Dreadful skin, with purplish bruises already on their way to darkening to a black color. Bloodshot eyes, with the mascara still running down her face. Her delicate curls were very badly knotted and twisted..

Her black dress was in tatters. The back had been ripped open, the front had a scarily long gash. Her stilettoes were in her hands. The heel of one of them had split apart from the rest of the shoe. Her tears wouldn’t stop. There was nothing stunning or gorgeous about this girl. There wasn’t anything even remotely pretty..

He’d broken her heart.. and to some extent, her bones..

For the first time.

This one's for you..

If you've ever tried to fight the tears on the bus ride home, and failed.               

If you ever lied about why your eyes were glazed over, and you were believed.

This one's for you..                                

                                                                                                            

If you've ever stopped listening to your favorite song because he liked it too.     

If you've ever hated a girl you didn't know because he picked her over you.      

This one's for you..                                                                 

                                                                              

If you've ever wished you were weak enough to cry in public.                            

If you've ever constantly hid behind laughter and smiles.                                   

This one's for you..                                     

                                                                                                               

If you've ever bit your lip to stop it from quivering.                                               

If you've ever walked with your eyes planted on the ground.                               

This one's for you..                                    

                                                                                                                

If you've ever stared into the darkness before sleep, trying to avoid the "what ifs" and "if onlys".                

If you've ever listened to completely different music, but ended up thinking about him anyway.                  

This one's for you.. 

The girl who doesn't get the guy. The girl who still loves her life to the fullest she can. The girl who gets up everyday and doesn't give up. This one's for you..               

                                                                                    

Because it takes so much to be that strong.                              

                                                                                                                                                         

Love still exists.

So.. basically, instead of posting this terribly sad story of mine as my 50th post, I have decided to post this 


amazingly composed poem by one of my best friend's boyfriend of two years. I just wanted to show people 


that love still exists, and that one day, we shall all find people who love us unconditionally.


Isn't she just ONE LUCKY BITCH? Gah. 
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When years are passing by like days,


and in my hand your hand is placed,


a knowing smile crosses your face,


a simple touch can still make my heart race. 


When I can see my soul in your eyes,


and see your soul in mine we realize,


that a love so deep can harbor no lies, 


where our only tears shed were happy tears we've cried.


I love u so much now as I ever did before,


if possible, I may even love you more. 


This all started from a feeling we did not ignore,


a feeling of connection we chose to explore.


I don't know what it is that you saw in me,


but what I saw in you was the utmost happiness that can ever be,


even more so on the day when you and I became "We",


I can still smile and say with love and truth, Honey 


Happy 2nd year! I LOVE YOU 

Why are we living a complicated life?

Missing someone?..
Call them.


Want to meet someone?..
Invite them.


Want to be understood?..
Explain.


Have questions?..
Ask.


Don't like it?..
Say it.


Like it?..
State it.


Want something?.. 
Ask for it.


Nobody will know what is going on in your mind..
It is better to express than to expect..
If you already have the 'No',
Take the risk of getting the 'Yes'.


We just have one life, keep it simple..


Thanks Rosh <3 I love you.

I'm a girl.

I’m a girl. I’m a 17 year old, almost an adult. I smile, because I want to. I laugh and makes jokes, because that’s what I do..

I’m a girl who gets distracted easily..  And I’m a girl who is thankful for that. A girl who is impulsive.. A girl who is more emotional than practical. A girl who’s more about using heart than her brain.

I’m a girl about love, just as much as I’m a girl about pain..

I’m a girl who laughs everyday. No, cackles.  A girl who will say anything to make her friends happy.. I’m a girl who will DO anything to see her friends smile.

I’m the girl with the upturned smile.

I’m a girl who laughs all day.. A girl who cries herself to sleep at night.

I’m a girl who likes solitude.. A girl who is terrified of loneliness..

I’m a girl defined by my mood swings.. A girl who can be Ms. Sunshine one moment. A girl who can be lil Ms. Bitch the next..

I’m a girl who will brighten up your day, even if I can’t brighten up  my own..

I’m a girl who looks like she doesn’t give a fuck. A girl who seems like an angel..

I’m a girl laughing at you for even making the mistake of THINKING of me as an angel.

I’m a girl who actually cares, how much ever I say I don’t.. A girl who can’t do anything without her friends’ approval and support..

I’m a girl who can space out very easily in a group full of people.. A girl who sometimes likes to listen to music in middle of the most random things.

I’m a girl living because of music.

I’m a girl who craves happines.. A girl who will go to any extent to attain it. Even if it means hurting herself in the end..

I’m a girl who’s been naive and stupid and made millions of mistakes..

I’m a girl still very happy despite of all that.

I’m a girl who loves drama. I’m a girl who loves to create drama.

I’m a girl who feels fat when she’s thin. I’m a girl who feels thin when she’s fat.

I’m a girl who doesn’t really make much sense sometimes.. A girl who doesn’t care if she does or not.

I’m a girl who speaks her mind.

I’m a girl who’s been through heartbreak countless times. But I’m still a girl who believes in love.

I’m a girl who does judge in the first meeting. A girl still willing to give you a second chance,  only if you deserve it.

I’m a girl who forgives. A girl who never forgets.

I’m a girl who loves her friends to death. A girl who is too possessive about them. A girl who will fuck up any person who fucks with her friends.

I’m a girl who loves to love. A girl who falls very easily.

I’m a girl who moves on.

I’m a girl who knows her rights and wrongs. A girl who will still do what makes her happy.

I’m a girl who’s ego has never really meant more than her relationships.

I’m a girl who’s ever changing. A girl who lives in the moment. A girl who lives for today.

I’m a girl who always tries. A girl who’d rather regret than keep wondering whether it could have ever been.

I’m a girl who sometimes hates being a girl. A girl who enjoys every moment of womanhood otherwise.

I’m a girl who can sit in one corner and cry. A girl who can, and does, keep laughing for no reason where ever she goes.

I’m a girl living by random quotes. A girl letting her music speak. A girl always wondering if she’s in a movie. A girl secretly wanting to kill one of you.

I’m a girl hoping you’re secretly in love with her.

I’m a girl who keeps fighting lost causes, just because she has too much hope.

I’m a girl who will let karma do her job.

I’m a girl of extremes.

I’m a daddy’s girl. I’m a family girl. I’m my girls’ girly girl. I’m his girl.

I’m a girl who swears, kicks, laughs, falls, and then laughs again.

I’m a girl. A girl who is proud to be who she is.

Happiness?

Do we always have to do the right thing?

Isn’t life about doing what you want?

Why can’t we do whatever we want, regardless of whether it’s right or wrong..?

Is there something wrong in doing something that isn’t right?

I thought it was about what makes you happy..