5 types of ‘guys’ in a relationship ( pun intended all the way) :)

-- The shy guy (although I personally feel that no guy is shy)

Well he’s the one who will think twice before he would say something or he’s probably the one who has gotten into a relationship for the first time. Words like ‘I love u’ would also come out with great efforts. And simple things like holding hands in public would be a complete no no. But that’s only when the guy is new to this whole world of dating. So this could also be stated as the initial stage of relationship cycle and a type of guy too.

U’l love: Some girls would love this type of guy who would be cautious of his actions (less chances of hurting u) and would be by far the best at chivalry. He would be the one who’d send u those scented letters with sweet nothings which make the relationship oh-so-romantic. He won’t be the “flaunt-my-girl” kinds.

U’l run away: if u are the kind of girl (I’l have to probably write another blog for that) who loves to get the attention from her guy then this type could drive u crazy and before you know it the relationship wick is all burnt out.

-- The player (I didn’t copy the name from the new channel V show, which I must say is total crap)

Hmmmm a complete opposite to the shy species, he’s the smooth talker. Knows what to say when and with the right amount of attention. He’ll sweep you off your feet and you’ll probably not even realize it. He’ll text u endlessly, mail you constantly and make his presence felt at the right time of the day. He would send you all kinda flirtatious indications initially which definitely will be very subtle (cos this is the time he’s probably figuring out if the girl is worth the catch) and by the end of few days he’ll be almost on to u (ok I don’t mean that literally.. maybe.. wateva). This kinda guy has been in n out of relationships so he has great deal of knowledge about how to impress n wen to exit.

U’l Love: some girls like to be swept off their feet so this kinda guy is good when u r looking for fun. No long term complications. He will spend on u, take you places and buy you gifts.. in most cases (nothing is 100% u c) he would have the looks. So lots of girls won mind bein on his hit-list.

U’l run away: Any smart girl would know where things are headed. So if u have lil benefit and more of heart break then m sure u’ll choose to let this guy slide by.

-- The best friend

He’s more of a best friend than a lover actually. He’ll be patient and best of all – a very good listener. U’ll probably run to him in ur most trying times. Girls usually confess to girls only. But he’s the kinda guy u would spill the beans to. Maybe even bitch about your other girl friends. And since most guys don’t let out secrets he can be ur confidante.

U’ll love: every girl would love to have that kinda guy around. Who listens to her stories and gives advices. He’ll be great to have the** long** conversations with.

U’ll run away: if girls really need to have such long conversations and decide on something then girls would rather do that in a pajama party. This one would tend to be more on emotional side. Don’t know how many girls would take this kinda relationship on longer routes.

-- The ‘all-time-there’ guy

He’s the kind of boy fren who is there with u all the time. If physically not possible virtually toh pakka hai. He’ll call u every hour to find out where u are and with whom and what are you eating and what plans next and this and that… the status report needs to be submitted quite frequently. He’l always take good care of you and for that he’l need to be around you or keep calling you so that he’s convinced u are safe and sound (or maybe to keep an eye on u – I mean u neva know.. these cud be out-of-insecurity kinda tactics).

U’ll love: if ur family does not care about u and ur whereabouts then m sure u’ll love this guy. He’l pamper you and his endless calls would make u feel wanted. The scoops of attention would be fabtastic and every bit of it will probably make ur other girl frens very J.

U’ll run away: he’s more like a known stalker (that’s what I feel) and he is the haunting character more than a boy fren. So anyone who is independent and loves her personal space mite not be able to respond to the over board *caring* attitude (m being polite). In a few days (maybe months) she’ll jus say ‘scoot… shooshhh … awayyy – who are u? ‘ ….

-- The somewhr-in-between guy ( I cud not come up with the correct word)

Ahhhh!!! He’s the *best catch* of a lifetime. He’s got the looks (maybe not very handsome but definitely worth a second look). He’s smart but not like ‘the player’. He pampers but never over does it. He’l care for you but give you your space and would expect that u also leave him alone at times. He’ll take you out and introduce u to his friends but not show u off. He’ll pay your bills but won mind if u pay sometimes. He’ll not make a big issue out of everything in life.

U’ll love: well u’ll love everything about him. Ofcourse!!! U’l b crazy not to.

U’ll run away: IF U ARE MAD!!!!

The last kind maybe is a very rare species or is on the verge of being extinct. God makes them on his/her vacations and that’s why they turn out to be this good. If relationship with him does not turn out well then I will totally blame the girl. Lol…

PS: not related to my blog in any way but I came up with this one and wanted to post it here:



“Text msg, wall posts n tweets have unfortunately resulted in unanticipated demise of scented letters.. tsk tsk ”

Jinxed..!!!

S: Third row from the screen… U want it??

Me: Eeeks NO ways.. Anotha movie??

S: ok m cool. Which one??

Me: Not the himesh movie for sure. Lets watch Amitabh B

S: Yaa very cute movie. Very funny. Only last part is senti.

Me: u’ve seen it????

S: Yaa…

Me: then again??? U’ve seen al the nice options..

S: I don’t mind. It’s a nice movie. Can watch it again.

Me: Ok. Wait I’l get my laptop. Hmmmmm….. 3rd row from the screen, aarrghhhh!!!
Lets call H and ask. Get on con call. CALL NOW…

S dialing me on hold waiting waiting
Ahhh finally

H: wat plans?

Me n S: 5 o’clock Amitabh movie??? OR Ranbir movie??

H: Hey I’v heard the ranbir movie is crap. Don’t watch it even if u get paid…

Me: there goes the option. Wait I’l check the Amitabh movie option…
Ooooppppssss!!! It says “TICKETS SOLD OUT!! Select another movie”
What crappp….. nehow the movie was for 220.. lol…

S: now what???

H: lets go for coffee…

Me: (As usual) So faaaarrrrr??? Grrrrrr
(nobody cares)

H: yaaa… 6 o’clock???

S: yaaa m ok…

Me: I’m not…..

S and H: 6 o’clock then it is.

S: m goin.. c ya..

Me: Bye H … the call wil cut, con call u c… (sad)

All: bye bye bye

Movie plans after 2 months. And almost every weekend this happens.. arrghhhh… Crap…
Which song next??? – pieces of me (*Humming*)

Life actually -- “Confuses”!! And confusion is the spice…

Milke bhi hum naa mile tumse na jaane kyon…. Anjane hein silsile tumse na jaane kyon…
Sapne hein palkon tale tumse na jaane kyon…
Tu jaane naa… tu jaane naa…
(pls sing while reading it)



Well before you start thinking this means something then let me clarify – some1 dedicated this song to me (mind u, singing along with it) and this song reminds me of that “friend”.. I wrote this piece for my own reference but m posting it here cos it seems worth the space!

I’ve always treasured the presence of each and every person in my life. I might not be in touch with few but still at some point in time I got to learn something from each one – be it the good or bad thing in life. The good ones I incorporated and I became aware of the bad ones and stayed away from it. It helped me grow. I won’t comment on whether it made me a good person or no but it definitely put me on the path of being better each day, each moment.

Some made me realize how friends become family, some taught me the value of moments spent together, some opened my eyes to realities, some made me laugh and some made me cry. But each one made me feel special in their own small ways – by calling out of the blue, by making me smile when I was low, by saying all nice things about me (well who does not like that), by giving me surprises, by saying how much I mean to them and endless other things. My heart really smiles when I think of each one. That’s why when one person does anything bad I just remember how much good my each friend has done for me.

Coming back to the friend who dedicated the song. I can’t forget moments where I smiled endlessly – the singing of songs (with weird expressions!), the surprises (special ones), Bhojpuri mein baatein, hindi poems (like 2nd std kid), singing songs upon my coaxing, making extra efforts, laughing aloud even when I passed a comment, never feeling offended, saying things honestly n saying things outright even knowing that I may form an opinion, introducing me to long-island-ice-tea and drinking my most ‘kadvi’ drink happily, calling when it rained, messaging when I threatened for a reply, teasing me and then agreeing to it too, fighting and then forgetting…. All of that and much more happened.

But sometimes life confuses us. Situations reverse. Friends go away. Life still goes on amidst thoughts – some happy, some sad, some hopeful while some filled with anger. People can choose to go away at their own will. Maybe I also move away from people’s lives. But what nobody has a control over is the memories (my memory might not be ‘razor sharp’ but it’s not that bad also). So I choose not to feel sad over what’s out of life but I choose to feel happy about what’s mine and no one can dare take it away, i.e. my little (ok maybe big) memory scrapbook. Some images in black n white, some in colour, some bright, some dull, few good, few bad but all mine.

So I wait here for some more people to enter my life cos it’s a very healthy process. And I wish to fill my scrapbook even more so that years down the line I don’t regret about ‘not’ making an effort. I certainly hope to find some1 special for whom I can open my book and share the journey.

PS: I re read this one, it comes across as a confused spray of words. But it’s the flow I had. So I’l not edit it. I’ll just let it ‘be’. Cos this one’s straight from the heart.

Mood swings… And swinging the moods…

I rarely get depressed. But when I do it takes a lot of effort from my side to snap out of it. And I know that only I can help myself from such a state of mind. So things that I do to get into a good mood, to get to my usual self, i.e. Smiling self..

Well firstly I listen to songs, all kinds of songs. Some that remind me of close friends, some that remind me of nice moments and some that are peppy. I sing along, although I don’t really sing well. Ah, well I can’t sing at all. But then everyone need not be a great singer to have some good time … I dance too, in front of the mirror or in front of my mamma. And my mom feels I’ve gone mad. But yaa it’s a good stress buster.

I buy something when I want to feel better. Shopping is my weakness n m a self confessed shopaholic. Malls are paradise for me. I have even shopped alone, many times. Bought clothes after having long discussions with sales people. Some find that weird but that helps me talk to some1 absolutely out of my routine life. Good therapy especially when you wanna get out of your routine surroundings. I shop for clothes, shoes, clothes, cosmetics, clothes and some more clothes… and some more…



One great way to feel nice and feel loved is to call some good friend. I always try and stay in touch with all good people I know. And on such particular moments I call friends and talk to them. Or meet them and binge on food. Or go for a movie or shop (again that word...). Long chats with friends can make your heart smile. I feel blessed to actually say that I have few close friends who I can call at anytime and they will patiently listen to wat eva I have got to say. Sometimes it’s best to get the load off your brain by talking it out.

And last but not the least, at all… I love to write about how I feel. All is documented and well under a password. Ya no access kinda thing. I write it all down so that I can know what m truly feeling. That’s when I can think rationally, the right and wrong of things and the solution (if there is one required). This is one time where I can truly be myself and write whatever I feel inside. Cos sometimes we can’t express everything to a person. After few days I read all that I have written. Sometimes I laugh, sometimes I cry, sometimes I learn new things about myself and sometimes I just remember the good and bad moments of my life and say to myself ‘move on’…

Why m I writing this!! Well I was in one such mood today and I just sat and cried for no reason. Then I called my friend (thanks buddy) and decided for a movie. Unlucky me I could get no tickets for the movie I wanted to watch. But then we still met up and hogged on pizza. I laughed out loudly. We talked, we talked about weird things, about life, about his credit card bills, school days… I showed him my double shade crazy nail paint idea (another one of my ‘get urself outta depression’ therapy and it works)…

Now m listening to songs and in a better mood. Wish I could get a biggggg hug now.. But then I know even without it I’ll still be fine. *smiling* *shaking my head as the song plays* and the song is “I know u wan me.. U know I wantcha!!”

Things I love doing at Night!!

(Disclaimer: This Blog is completely ‘U’ rated so don’t go on titles...)

Last evening I was travelling bak home in a rick (thanks to the rains in November). While coming down one of the flyover’s I saw the brake lights (red) of the vehicles, the street lights, the umbrellas, water splashing and the rain drops …. It felt really nice. Living with parents has so many restrictions and one such (major) restriction is ‘nightlife’. Although I do get allowed for a lot of things but I miss going out late in the night. So I thought, nothing stops me from writing about it atleast. So here it goes, along with some personal experiences:

v -- I simply miss late night movie shows. I think a movie experience at night is totally different.. I can actually count on my fingers the number of times I’ve been for one (sadly)... Once I was with a friend for a movie and my parents called (they were outta station), I ran out and attended the call. N I had to lie abt bein ‘in my room’ in front of the Inox cleaning guy. He actually stepped out of the walk area to give me some privacy.

v -- I love the late night ice cream or coffee. My one such experience was when I went for coffee in my nightwear. It was a sudden plan and it din’t really make sense to go home and change. Luckily I wasn’t dressed in something embarrassing. But it’s one of the coffee (with oodles of ice cream) that I’l never forget.

v -- Long Drives @ night with windows rolled down, music playing out loud n maybe me n othas singing along (it can be quite torturous on ear but who cares!) My one such drive was to Lonavala (1^st one) with 3 frens. 2 of us gazed at the stars and gossiped about some friends. Police also came in a while to stop a bonfire party happenin rite thr.. we were scared out of our wits and pulled out immediately. *nostalgic*

v -- At some point in time clubbing was on priority list, mayb not so much now. But it’s always welcomed once in a while. And its best when u don’t have a deadline. Else the charm goes away (which is the case for me mosta times).

v -- A get together on a terrace with drinks and food and music. Added thing could be the breeze and staring ahead with no purpose. The light, of all kinds, makes it so amazing. It has a glitter effect for me.

v -- Riding a two-wheeler or sitting behind one. Done this quite a few times with frens (guys n girls). It’s really exhilarating and thrilling for me. Although alone at night is a scary thot but still I’ve tried this many times.

v -- I love driving at night. Although I’m yet to get my license but I take my car out at times (of course parents are not at home then) and drive it. M extra careful but at that time I just say *m loving it*…

v -- Sitting on sea shore or river bank and feeling the breeze in ur face. I’ve done this when I was staying in Goa. Beach at nite is the best and a walk along the beach (preferably with some1 special) is superb. I remember going for beach parties at nite (army parties with lots of parents) and swimming till my mom actually pulled me out of the water yelling n screaming that the tide will take me away. And then I used sit wit a shawl and food in my hand. It used to get sooo cold but each party was enjoyable.

Although I love to roam about at night, it’s not that safe an idea. Once my fren n I were travelling by rick around 10 pm and we were followed by 4 guys on a bike. It was absolutely lonely road (all cantonment areas r like that only). The rick waala also seemed kinda psychotic (with all his neck crunching n stuff) and we were scared to hell.. But we reached home safely and we ran up the stairs. *thank u God*...

Apart from few bad experiences I still like to go out at night cos my gud experiences are worth living again. Ova n ova agn!!

PS: I said the word night quite a few times but I cud nt really think of framing the sentence in anotha way. : )

wrong can be right....

She sat in the room… looking at the corner of the walls and she stared till her neck crunched and she looked away. Life in a cocoon of safety is relatively easier to go along with. She wondered till the drops started falling harder on her window pane. Who was she? Was she the girl who seemed so blended with life, immersed in the laughs and so lost with a twinkle in her eye? Or was she the shy girl who hid all small little things and replaced them with fanciful stories? No one would guess.

As she walked through tall n even taller trees and rattling leaves, her life came in front of her eyes. Everything rotated and she heard the voices. Perhaps this is why she never liked to be alone. The constant reminders were dreadful. What she wanted was very pure. To let the happiness dwell in the hearts of others who saw her face and saw the smile. The want of meeting her and the desire to hear her voice is all she could ask for. Maybe because that made her forget the non-detachable sadness that she carried silently where ever she went – in the malls, on the roads, amidst coffee sips and in between choked up laughs. She would laugh so loudly and then silently gape into nowhere.

None of her friends knew what each day meant and what hid behind that glint in her eye. She never let a clue out for any guesses to be made. Cos she went by the simple idea – My sorrows are for me. And no one is even willing to share. Maybe I can make the presence felt through the smiles I bring about and defeat my sorrows. Maybe that was right, maybe that was wrong.. but for her this was perfect.

That emptiness a lill after the happiness makes me yearn for something more

Or maybe the emptiness reminds me the days of yore

Maybe you saw that smile

And maybe you thought I was happy

But when you’ll walk with me that extra mile

I think you’ll see something new

And maybe, just maybe, we’ll for once share our sorrows!!