Self-ish

Okay the other day I was seeing this episode of Friends where Joey says there is no act which can be done without being selfish. From that minute my pondering began and I ended up being Phoebe.

I always crib saying people were unfair to me. Saying they were(are) selfish. Rubbing salt on my wounds they proclaim to be the proud owner of this adjective. It doesn't prick me but hurts...Even a high-dose morphine would falter before this. Hurts till I get used to the fact...Later it becomes part of me.

Yeah I don't expect people to be altruistic. But damn why cant my excruciation enlighten someone;Enlighten their blackened hardened heart...

On the flip side what rights do I have to crib when I myself is responsible for someones disaster...Didn't I do that...?Wasn't I selfish at that time...?Where is all that altruistic thing go...Damn me!!

Sometimes my mind wants to follow what my heart wishes were true...Unfortunately can't...My mind is selfish..

Kail in a new phase...

As expected Kailash is the first one to get married in my Engg batch..at the age of 23:).. I am very much happy for him but equally sad that I couldn't be a part of his wedding... I wanted to visit his marriage more than anything else...couldn't help but give a miss...

I remember he telling me that he wouldn't marry if I fail to show my presence in his wedding. But broke the word and got married off :)..Kameena..

I am sure Pooja would have an amazing rest of her life with as always chirpy, bubbly, lively Kail...And I feel jealous of her because this will a transformed Kailash you know like the responsible hubby...ha ha..Doesn't suit the nonchalant attitude of my buddy...

Without any blur I can envisage a picture of you with Sonu (catching his finger) &Monu (on your chest) ;) coming for my marriage...

I wish both of you have an amazing married life...Have a great life buddy...Congratulations!!!

I feel aweful

I believed Roland Garros is the only Waterloo for this Napoleon (read Roger Federer). My belief was washed away by a torrent. The mission was to re-write the history books. It was achieved but not like the way the Emperor wanted. Fed faced yet an other defeat. This time it’s not the meadows or the murky clay but at the hard court by the same prick (read Rafael)

The game was no less than a warrior fight-one aiming for his maiden title at the Oz and the other to stand tall among all. Top notch tennis played by humanly demons from the Swiss and Spain. The play ended with Rafael placing his dart even on the Oz soil.

Roger shed his tears yet again. This time it’s excruciating. “God, it’s killing me” is reverberating in my ears.

I feel awful…