Tomato, Tomaato

does it really matter?

Dear Diary,

Published by ms.parker on Sunday, April 04, 2010


I am not a perfect girl. My hair doesn't always stay in place and the occasional zit likes to burst out. I am pretty clumsy and sometimes I have a broken heart and I cry for the silliest reasons. I never know who or what to believe and I don't follow any of those cool fad diets. 

But guess what, life isn't all that bad from out here. Would you believe me if I told you that certain people choose to look past those imperfections and love you for exactly who you are? No pretense, no drama, no foundation mousse, no mascara. That's when you begin to love your life for you have found a true friend. Somebody who you can talk to until the wee hours of midnight, call them up at ungodly hours just to tell them that a lizard won't stop staring at you from outside your window.

You know what's best? I realized I have people in my life who fit exactly into that frame. Underestimated the power of love didn't I? Silly me, to even think that love exists in a singular form. What I feel right now cannot be anything else. I am happy, and I wake up every morning under the warm sun and guess what? It doesn't hurt my eyes. Life is good, and I am as happy as I could be.

God alone knows how long it'll take to leave the past right here and move on. But as of now, I can feel nothing. Though occasionally, my thoughts wander over to what I have lost and how things have changed and to what next, I know for a fact nobody can take this moment away from me. 

For as long as I have them, It doesn't matter because whatever is going to be in store for me, is going to be MUCH more than just worthwhile.

Life plays funny games, you know. First it takes away every little thing that's close to your heart and makes you helpless. Remember when all I did was lie down locked up in my room and wake up every morning to soggy eyes and a tear soaked pillow? When I had lost all faith in myself, people, and even God. When I had lost all sense of direction. 
 Well guess what, I found the golden compass.

Like I said, funny business, this life. But for once, I am not complaining =] After all, we lives in ze Republic of Chocolate!

;)

P.S: Updates will happen soon. Watch this space =D

Published by ms.parker on Monday, March 29, 2010


Aaai am speechless at the moment.

Spent two hours trying to write and all that I can come up with right now is that,

Life is good.

^__^

Update will happen soon.

Rosebud.

Published by ms.parker on Saturday, March 27, 2010


The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.
But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips.

Bubbled.

Published by ms.parker on Thursday, March 18, 2010


I can finally feel you slipping away from me. There was this invisible grip, you know, that kept us bound. I can feel it loosen. I'm living inside a bubble, and the air is beginning to flow out.

Somebody, take away this feeling of being choked.

Ramble Bramble.

Published by ms.parker on Wednesday, March 03, 2010


Just because I don't cry doesn't mean I don't hurt. 

Time and again, I have witnessed how during your worst ruts, your friends are nowhere to be seen.  All that is left with you is your stupid belief that anybody else ever gives a shit. What did I know, that the losers that you always stick up for never actually give a flying fuck.

Expectation. God knows, I have stopped expecting. People do what they do because they are happy that way. Who are we to expect anything else? So what if my granny is seriously ill and on her deathbed? She's *my* grand mum. I will cry for her, not anybody else. I will pray for her, and I will be sad.

The last time I cried in front of somebody else was when I was 13. It was my mum. I haven't let anyone else watch me shed a tear since then. Not mom, not my best friends, nobody. I am going to keep that up and smile that ridiculously fake smile of mine, as usual.

Thank you for blogs. Atleast I don't have to pretend that I am happy, over here. Whoever is reading this? Please do not leave me your sympathies and tell me it's all going to get better. Because, i know it will. I just need to sulk right now, and I totally deserve that. So just, please, just pray in your hearts for my Dadi because I cannot imagine life without her. I cannot imagine going back to my gaaon, and not finding her there, making methi ke laddu. Yeah I don't know what's with that. For as long as I can remember, the first thing she would do when we all reach there is start with those laddus.
You may be 95, Dadi, but you have to be there for my wedding just like you wanted. So just get better already.

This feels good. There is no better friend to you than yourself. Writing a blog to yourself? Totally helps, I tell you. Thank you for reading, btw. I'm not funny or sarcastic, and neither do I play around with words to make them sound interesting. I am just, well, me. And I love it.

Leaving you with a quote by Dr. Seuss.

Today you are You, that is Truer than True,
There is noone alive, who is Youer than You.

Right here, yet miles away.

Published by ms.parker on Saturday, February 13, 2010


As meaningless as it might sound, Happy Valentine's Day to you.

I wish you success, love and sunshine. I wish you the world.

I could never forget you.

N.

=]

Leaving on a Jetplane.

Published by ms.parker on Friday, February 05, 2010


I'm leaving on a jetplane. Don't know when I'll be back again. Oh babe, I hate to gooo.

Okay none of that is true. I just love that song.

I'm not really going on a jet plane. Just a normal airplane.

I'm getting back on the 13th. Just in time for Valentine's day. And I mean the movie, the one with the humongous cast. Bradley Cooper, Patrick Dempsey, Taylor Lautner, Jessica Alba, Anne Hathaway. Sigh. Why do I feel like it's going to be a mess? Too many cooks spoil the broth.
Atleast it'll be a pretty broth though.

And of course, I can't *wait* to go. I need a break, man. I need to find my sanity, and fast. I need to spend sometime away from stuff that reminds me of how I'm standing in the middle of shit.
Not to mention that I miss the kids terribly.

If incase, you have no clue what I'm on about? You are #fail, in twitter terms. I'm off to Qatar to visit my Di.

S'long, me hearties.

Published by ms.parker on Friday, January 29, 2010


I woke up crying.
I hate me.

Fine.

Published by ms.parker on Friday, January 29, 2010


I swear, the next person who asks me if i'm okay is going to get a hard punch in their face. and i'm not even kidding.
Ofcourse i'm okay.
Totally fine.

Following a rainbow.

Published by ms.parker on Thursday, January 21, 2010


I hope nothing jinxes this. Your voice, i dream about it, and it magics me.There may not be such a word, but how else can I put into parlance the way you make me feel?
I don't know or have a clue where this is taking me, but for now, i can't be bothered.
The future is too painful to think about, and the present is too sweet to give up.

You are my sunshine. The reason why I'm still going strong. You give me a reason to smile, a reason to cry, a reason to feel. The world is Greek to me, without you. I would spend every living moment of my life with you.

Stay with me?

I am in love with you, baby. Till the  very last breath.
Skies will bend down and guide me.

And no matter how far, i'll find my way to you
by following a rainbow. 

[FNIP]