Dear Diary - Chapter 4

Dear Diary,

As always, life sucks. This time it’s my love life. More like the lack of it. Ever since I was a kid I dreamt of becoming just one thing. An apsara (celestial nymph) - a woman so beautiful that no man could ever resist.

And of all of them, there was just one that I badly wanted to be; the one that I had to be – Menka; one of the five most beautiful women ever to exist in the universe; the one whose intervention lead to the beginning of my favorite love story – Shakuntala; the one woman who broke Vishwamitra’s long spell of abstinence. And so began my journey in search of my Vishwamitra years back in high school. Don’t judge me. I was 14. I had no better goals in life back then. As a matter of fact, I still have nothing better to do. Who wants to be a boring finance guy?

Continuing with my story. In pursuit of my Vishwamitra I searched years for the perfect candidate. At last, I found him. Now that I have found him my ego is bruised, 50 shades of black and blue. If it was not torn into little pieces it is definitely bent hell out of proportion now. Ouch.

No, I did not get rejected but he clearly isn’t interested.

Ok, that might be a rejection. Might be.

This is all my fault. Of all the people I could be, I wanted to be I decided to be Menka. When she approaches Vishwamitra, he ignores her so hard that she doubts her own existence. She dances, he is still unimpressed, “Meh!”

Lord of wind intervenes and the dog in him awakens. What else did I think was going to happen with me differently? And I don’t need a dog.

But I have learnt a lesson from all this. Whoever you aim to be in your life, never ever dream of becoming Menka. The only thing you will ever get from all this is an unimpressed uninterested Vishwamitra who would rather work than pay heed to you.

Therefore, I now have a new role model, a new vision for the future – Urvashi, another apsara, who also happens to be one of the five most beautiful women ever to be in existence, only, she is prettier than Menka and has a higher success rate. Talk about choosing the right mentor.

Bitches, I’m going to be unstoppable. Vishwamitra you are history. My Urvashi future here I come.

I’m only going to go up from here. Next phase Draupadi – definitely the better one with smarter husbands. Till then will fulfill the mission of being the next Urvashi.

Signing out. Have preparations to do.

Dear Diary - The Curse of Term 3

Dear Diary

Everybody here is depressed, including me. This guy got the shock of his life when I told him I was an engineer. For seven months he believed that I was an art student. What’s worse is that people go “No way!” when I tell them I’m 22. They think I’m 25 *tear slips*. They feel that I “act” mature [ouch]; and I also “think” mature [ouchie]. I talk to people in Hindi who don’t understand Hindi, and English with people who want to talk in Hindi. My life is a mess.

On top of that, it seems like my roommate and I own a pet lizard. My roomie remembers it being a little lizard a little while back and now it’s fully grown. So much pride. As if things weren’t already bad enough. Why couldn’t it be a peacock, or a sparrow? At least that way we would be Disney princesses. Well, at least she would be because it is her window. All I’d be is a werewolf for all I see is the moon, all the time.

Yesterday I saw an interesting polybag lying on my hostel floor. Not sure if everybody got it but I’m glad it’s an all men’s shop. Makes me wonder if the owner is gay…

Either ways its best that it’s not a big brand. Imagine people saying “I wear …” Could it be, it was meant for sea men? Whatever, but I know that there’s a popular Korean clothes brand called bean pole. So… anything can happen.

Speaking of Korean clothes, I’m again hooked on to Korean dramas. Perfect cure for depression! Curse Term 3 for giving me no time to watch more of Korean dramas. Sorry Lee Min Ho and Kim Hyung Jung. Even if I don’t understand how you manage to sit cross legged or look much more feminine than me, I will watch your series soon, I promise.

Other than that I really need to start paying attention in classes. I suddenly start listening and I hear male services instead of mail services and then the rest of the class I’m trying to connect the dots.

And now, after eliminating all the options the options that won’t suit me, I’m stuck with finance as my major for final year. As if I didn’t have enough gray hair.

A guy thought bestie was the name of my dog. Silly goose.

But I guess I’m the one who is an idiot here because I locked my roommate in the bathroom and went for lunch. I guess I’m lucky my ears aren’t burning and my head is on my shoulders. I almost pity her for getting stuck with me.

I need to stop day dreaming.

The Girls Sleeping Behind Glasses