Whatever may come…

So there’s this annoying (just to me,apparently) guy, an ex-flatmate here (who’s place I’ve taken-I know…!). Well, he still visits here. He even keeps 1 of the 2 security entry cards (the other one stays in our mailbox for our use as needed). I hate the warlord-type treatment given to him-the justification given to me when I oppose-that the apartment is leased in his name…!So what?!I pay the rent,he doesn’t?!Earlier it was-no, we can’t do that, “annoying dude” doesn’t like too many wires around….!They’d tell me he owned the place!pshaw!

Now he’s gone just alittle too far!He’s taken the loata from my bathroom!Now there’s an older water can in my loo.Ok, so maybe he might’ve paid for it…..but he’s been staying at his other place so long!Why does he need it now?!& I’d become so used to that one…I’m just like any other person-I hate change!I want that loata back……I’m the kinda person who has favourite tables at restaurants/foodcourts,etc, fav cubicles even!& he’s taken my…..!!!!!Ab main kahaan se laaoun waisa loata…?!

PS-I’d decided long ago that I wouldn’t rant about my flatmates here, (hey, technically he isn’t my flatmate…!). & now I better get back to reading up for that exam I have tomorrow…!

“… … Due to the high calibre of applicants, we regret to inform you that on this occasion your application has not been successful…. …”

Have I missed the bus?
:(

I had resigned myself to fate. I really had. I wasn’t sure if it was ok to want that which I wanted. It was a far shot. But….I didn’t try to fight for it, although inside, I really wanted to. I’d given up (I always seem to give in…). Coz I wasn’t able to accomplish even the first step (that which I thought was the first step). Now, I have this feeling that it is indeed ok to want it. Now I want it all over again. All that time of trying to convince myself otherwise….gone. Now I want to do all I can, for it. Somehow the far shot doesn’t seem so far anymore. I’ll be trying out on that first step soon. I still have the chance. & I won’t have it long. & I’ve never wanted it to work out as much as I do now. Ofcourse, I keep reminding myself that I have never had to complain, stuff has always worked out well. But now I just want this. I want it so badly. No, I still won’t slit my wrists if it doesn’t work out. But I’d love for it to. Work out, that is. I want this, to be the good that I’d like to be blessed with. I really do.

& on a lighter note. Remember the one that goes “never say never…”? Well, I’m beginning to believe that that really applies to life. I’ve already realised that I’m doing/am involved in stuff that I’d laughed at, before, when I heard about it through others.

& no, please don’t try to guess what I’ve written about. Coz then I won’t be able to write about it again. Or if you do, just let it be a doubt in your head.