Gosh!!! Writing a special post is so difficult. Why special? Arrey this is my 500th post. I had thought that I will write about friends but after writing few words I clammed up. I am seriously clueless and short of word so I have decided to write what I specialise in writing, my random stuff.
I wear this brown shade of lipstick cum gloss which kind of suits me. My lunch partner, let’s call her A (we have similar skin shades) had been asking for that lipstick because she feels that it would suit her too. After forgetting it for days I finally gave it to her last week. Later that day, A & N called me out, apparently A had applied the Lipstick and wanted to show it to me. What happened after we met was utter madness.
I saw her and declared that she had not applied it properly, so we decided to get into the lift and I started repairing the damage she had done. We carried the lift up n down twice (it had no body but us and when few housekeeping guys tried to get in we told them to come later). What utter madcap fun that was. But we were apprehensive about getting caught in the attack of denting & painting in the elevator so we decided to move to the show to a washroom. On a whim we decided that three of us should apply the same shade and click a pouting waali photo. Here is the end result.
I cannot tell you how many poses we tried but the neechewaali photo was taken first and there is something very impulsive & spontaneous about which just makes me smile.
My friend N then went overboard and started behaving like a model; you know pouting, striking poses etc. and requested me to click photos. I like a good girl created a video of her doing all that stuff!!! Ha ha ha ha!!!! As A says I can be a total “K” sometimes! But what fun we had, we laughed like there is no tomorrow and felt so very refreshed.
The incident reminded me that I am a sucker for such kind of fun. I love doing masti & dhamaal with friends and I can be very naughty. But lately in the humdrum of life I have forgotten that side of mine, days just pass by in routine stuff. Not that I am not in touch with my old friends, that I am but there is hardly any time to talk to anyone or to meet. Sometimes I miss those care free days of the girlie fun. Of dragging the music system out and dancing on songs like “Kambhaqt Ishq” on an impulse, of enjoying the rainy season by dancing under the rain, of buying balloons (when I used to do a lot during my MBA days) and getting stared down by people, of just star gazing at the roof of the hostel, of stealing Iron from the warden’s room, of doing senseless shopping on the streets of colaba, of coming to office & then taking half day off because BFF had a chutti and has nobody to spend the day with.
I seriously miss those days.
I also miss some of my close friends whom I have lost either because their number was stored in the mobile that I had lost or because we are so busy in life that we don’t get time to speak to each other.
But all is not lost because through this space I have made many new friends, I have met new people; met people of same wavelength. People with whom I have shared stories and secrets which I might not have shared with strangers but out here despite being strangers there is a bond amongst us which makes us come back to this space. It makes us share our happy moments, sad moments, achievement etc.
This space is precious to me not only because it gives me a freedom to be what I am but because of people I have met here and through this 500th post I want personally thank each & every one of you who has been a part of my journey. Of people who come back to read every time I post something. I also want to thank the readers who never comment but I know they are there. Thanks a tonne, we might have never interacted but you reader’s mean a lot to me.
Thank you for this special journey!!!
I just now noticed that on 5th June I had completed 5 years of blogging and it took me 1850 days to achieve the feat of 500 posts. Effectively I have posted 100 posts a year & 8 posts a month. Guess I need to improve my average ;-)