There's only one man in my life now...and is he worth it or what?! Just a smile from him makes me happier than I could ever hope to be...And he smells like a million bucks too!! His black black eyes pore into mine and melt my heart away....And when he is pissed, just a look from him makes me do whatever it is that he wants!

My nephew :)

More inexplicable stuff. Each time I see these things I feel elated. Probably some perverse cosmic justice to it too. The whole I-will-turn-to-you-each-day-and-draw-life-from-you parallel. Laudable. To whoever is playing out the practical joke that is my life ie.
I must be masochistic. No other explanations forthcoming.
But they are beautiful. And perverse, yes. Can't forget perverse.

Despondency (n): loss of courage or hope; dejection

Hmmm...what a curious concept. Strange feeling too. Doesn't seem to like prodding much either...
Way too many drunken treats with friends telling me I desperately need to get a life. None of them seem to know where I could possibly find it, though. They are just oddly insistent on the fact (or theory, come to think of it) that I need to snap out of it and get a life. Too many people telling me there's bound to be someone worth it, somewhere... Oddest bit? All of them were single. With the exception of a certain unscrupulous ba*%&^d who tried to make a pass at me, having told me an hour earlier that his girlfriend is an 'awesome chick'. Which, I hear, is quite not the case...
Very much hmmmm...

They tell me that if it's something that I can't move away from, maybe it's something I shouldn't be moving away from. But when I tell them that it was horrid when it lasted, they are silent. And then they tell me he is no better off. And that maybe this is how things are to be. And that maybe we could make things better now. But how can I forget all that? Can he? Part of me whispers a 'Yes, you can both do it...'. The part of me that found solace only in him, I'm guessing. And all of me knows that till I leave this place, there is no such thing as hope. Can I hold out that long? I can only hope so...
Hope is a thing :|
Why do I still talk to him? Why is it that every time I am drunk, every single time, it's him I want to call? I decide not to most times, but nevertheless. I need a break. Maybe I should have given that whole foreign internship a shot :D At least the hot firangs would have taken my mind off these petty (:D) things!!

Ye sochke baithi hoon.... Ek raah to woh hogi...
Tum tak jo pahunchti hain.... Is mod se jaate hain...

These days I get the strong feeling I'm a brat and a half.... Ahhhh well, that's probably 'coz I am :D
I have to start turning on the part of my brain that gives a damn :D