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Gifts for Guys

Tomorrow is my boy friend's birthday. I've prepared for this day for weeks. For weeks I've asked every soul I know around "What shall I buy for my boy friend's birthday?". For weeks I've heard people sigh and say "It's so difficult to pick a gift for a guy." Following were the most convincing suggestions I received : "It's always safe to get a t-shirts for a guy.", "I'd have bought a shirt or something." To which I said, "I want to gift him a keeper." What kind of a keeper does a guy like. A keeper with no past implications. Just a keeper.

I remember the first gift I bought for a guy. It was a branded pen. The brand name "Crocodile". I believe the shopkeeper freaked out when he heard I'm looking for a gift for a guy. He didn't know what to sell, what could be sold. So he decided he'd persuade me to buy an expensive or not expensive (in that case, I got badly ripped off) pen which nobody else otherwise does and anyway I was at my wit's end and anything with a heavy price tag seemed appropriate. It was for a birthday party of a guy I barely knew. I was so disappointed with the treat I did not give him the pen. My sister said "The pen isn't at all a special something that you should save for a special occasion. It makes more sense as a shitty gift for a shitty treat". I said "It's branded!" I thought "CROCODILE pens.!!! What was I thinking???"

Anyways, I used the pen on my then best friend's birthday. It saved me from another brainstorming session. I didn't have to go over all his personal information to think of what will be apt for him. I just gave off the already gift wrapped Crocodile pen I purchased with big money. One day, in a casual conversation with a guy I asked "What kind of gifts do guys like?". He said, "It's so easy to pick a gift for a guy. Buy a CD............" That's it. I don't remember anything else he said, and I sincerely regret that. I should have paid full attention to his full speech. When I heard him say "CD", I thought, "I have a decent taste and knowledge in music and movies. This is it. Conveniently, I know about everybody's inclinations and interests in these two fields, so what else could be better!!!!" Then came another birthday, and I bought a DVD of a movie this particular guy loved. He was like "I already have this movie in my hard disk. Still, thanks". STILL, thanks???? He should have said "Thank you.... Now I own the original DVD of the masterpiece." And hence, I regret not listening to the whole list of gifts a guy volunteered to suggest. And that was the last time I bought anything for a guy.

So I'm back to square one now. I've been in square one all my life. Tomorrow is the most special day (he says "nyah!") of the most special person in my life and I still don't know what should buy for him. This is not the way it should have been. I should have just known what he would have liked me to buy for him. Arghhh!! It's all his fault. Why can't guys like show pieces gifted to them?? Why can't they like the clothes I buy for them??? Why can't they prize the worth of an original merchandise of something they are fond of???

Oh, shit! Am I generalizing?? I shouldn't be generalizing. My cousin loves everything I buy for him. That's because he's an angel. And so is my sweetheart. Happy Birthday to Him!!!!

It's My (New) Life

It's time I wrote something (new). I'm living in a new city for the past 8 months. The independence is enjoyable. The place and the people are not. But my shifting to this new place all by myself, which has involved me travelling across the country all by myself has opened up this amazing insight to myself. At instances I've actually felt there's a screenplay in my life, a background score etc. And with all these remarkable improvements, finally came the "L" word in my life. I'm so truly, madly, deeply in love with someone who now stays about 200kms away from me. We've known each other for the past 4 years, of which for about 3 years not only were we in the same city, but same college and class, meaning we had spent most of our time on weekdays sitting in the same room. But back then we were just friends. We had to fall in love only after the long distance came into being. Bugger!! Beautiful bugger!! Ironic bugger!!

My television addiction is gone, but I'm glued to my laptop. I watch as many movies as I used to back home. But I honestly miss television like crazy. I've realized that the idiot box wasn't just a screen that helped me watch countless movies during the summer vacations. It meant much much more than that. Even if I consider only the movie-watching attribute of television, there might not have been a fall in the number of movies I manage to watch in a week, but there has been a terrible fall in the amount of the insight I get into movies. No previews, trailers, reviews, interviews, analysis, criticism. Everything that enhanced my movie-watching and analyzing experience are now so completely inaccessible. If not completely inaccessible, not part of my routine anymore. Makes it tough, but makes me independent. That's what the whole independence shit is all about. Nothing about it is easy, nothing about it is bad. You grow with it, it grows with you. The inevitable symbiote we all are bound to face.

So I'm half the nation's width away from my sister, almost all the way across the nation from my parents, all for the sake of experiencing life independently. But I'm still a financially dependent student in an institution where I'm more likely to teach the teachers a word or two about wisdom and Geology, than to learn anything (new) from them. I hate the students more. They are like blind rats here. They don't protest even if the faculty ensures that we are starving for the whole fucking day in field work, even if the faculty abandons us in the middle of the night in the middle of a highway in the middle of nowhere in our field area with no hotel reservation to look forward to in the place we were headed!!! Some can't stop acting a victim and others just can't do the right things in the right place in a right way. I feel like I'm a spectacle to all. And I'm meant to be nothing more. I think why can't they just see how foolish they are. Then I think what am I doing among them. I must fool enough to deserve such company. Hence no complaining!!

Now, about my love...... Don't know where to start, what to start with etc. All that I'll say is.... Gosh, nothing!! I am always brimming with thoughts of him, things I want to say about him, things I want to say to him. And all I end up saying is "nothing", "what have you eaten?" respectively. There goes the romance and comedy of my (new) life.