::When the present becomes past
12:13 a.m. - 2006-11-14
So its been an absolutely tiring week for me. Dance practices seem to have paid off now that NUS Vidiyal has made it to the quarter finals of Dhool. There were a fair amount of detractors who felt we could have done better, and i'm sure we could have too. However, its essential to know that we only had 2 weeks for choreo and practice. Kudos, Jay,Jeremiah,Raz,Faisal,Bavani,Sha and Visha!
Moving on however, after Dhool i realised how so many things still remain the same but i have become so outta all of that.
Like the girls who cheer fervently for the hot favorites. The ones who stand excitedly and flap their hands when they see the ones they deem the celebrities.
The girls and boys who sit at the corner and get all kissy kissy just to prove i don't know what.
The nervous anxious younger groups that ask you in the toilet,repeatedly how you think they did.
The queue of hostile ladies who battle it out for mirror space in the toilet. The boys with their bluetooth headsets that i highly suspect are not connected to anything.
The dance groups in their multitude of colours with all their girlfriends and "runners" in tow. The massive props that sometimes really don't make much sense.
I'm not saying that i'm too mature or too uppity for these things, but as you grow up, you realise there really is no point. There were the days when i used to be so depressed if i didn't make it for any dance competition and used to hang around till i got a glimpse of every person i knew.
Now its all become so unimportant. I feel nothing when i see these people. When i see people from my past. Yes, i guess a certain part of me has become stoned to the things that used to mean so much to me.
On another note its also starting to daunt me that people around us are never whom they seem to be. I thought that i had it bad but recently it seems like men are really becoming some dastardly(notice how i didnt use Bastardly) creatures. I'm not trying to put a one fit all label on all the men in the world but it just seems like the ones who suck are downright despicable whereas the ones that are sweet are so perfect its scary.
Right now, it feels like i've been given the world in my hand. I could only pray for this to last.
At the end of the day, everything that once breaks us or bends our spirits becomes just another phase. What hurts today doesn't hurt tomorrow i guess. Grit the pain and tomorrow you'd be able to feel more. I think the concerned parties know who the advice is for.
As to you, I've refrained from mentioning you in my blog because I've felt that all my previous relationships got too much coverage and ended up blasting right at my face. I've always wanted this to be different and if at all, its been nothing short of an amazing ride with you.
A very sedated Aarthi bids you all goodnight.
