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Connect the following phrases…

Urvi.

Architecture/Buildings.

French.

Either than the obvious connection (Me! me! me!), I found this other connection. Check this link out: Urville

So I found this website when I was googling my name one time (Okay, no judging me. It’ s not like YOU’ve never done that!). What freaked me out was that Urville is an imaginary city created by this french guy Gilles TREHIN. Yeah, it’s been created in his head. And it’s just not a random city. He’s planned each and every detail. The type of buildings, the population, the culture. All in his head. Over a period of 20 years! Ahh, just go to the site and find out more about it anyway.

What I want to talk about is the freaky-ness of it all. I mean before, when I wasn’t obsessed with all things French, it was still okay..I mean being architecture and me and all. But now it’s too much! I feel some weird connection to this project..you know like kismet.

P.S. make sure to check out his awesome sketches around the city. Beautiful!

It’s all a blur. Everything.

Everyday I wake up going thinking, “Today is going to be a good day. I am going to make sure I live upto the expectations I have of myself.”

It hardly happens. The day being good, that is. And it is weird because my days aren’t even particularly bad. They just don’t seem right anymore. I see all my best friends everyday. Talk to them, laugh with them, make fun of other people with them. Last night, one of them told me…I’ve been so happy the last few days, it’s pretty amazing to see me this way. I thought over it. I realised that it’s bullshit. I am so far away from being truly happy. I don’t even remember what happiness is.

Then I thought of something else that made me break a little more from inside. That even my friends I am doing okay, just fine. They don’t even see that I am actually crying from inside..hardly even mending. There are times when all of that does come out…and they tell me..there is something wrong with you today. What is right with me then? Pretending to be in a state that I am not? That too, only because they want me to stay all happy?

When am I going to be able to just express what is inside me without caring about whether the time is right for my friends or anyone to hear me or not?  When am I going to be able to scream out..and just know that it will be okay to..that they will understand that it is not me talking, but all those little shattered pieces inside me?

I’m sorry for the rather dirty photo of my shoes (I mean who wants to look at my shoes, right?), but I just coudn’t resist posting about this. I replaced the weird-undescribable-color laces on the shoes with these awesome-ly hot pink ones! They are so me. And this shoelace pattern is called The Ladder. Interesting no?

Just a quick update. Because there is so much happening in my life, it feels like a crime NOT to blog about it..even if I am in no mood to do any creative writing.

1) College is on in full swing. The director is gone. Administration has changed. That means a change in the HODs too. The new Architecture HOD..in plain words..sucks. She introduced this new system in which, in all the classes, if you don’t show some work, you won’t get attendance. And if there is no attendance, you don’t get to sit for the exams. See how evil that it is?

2) I have been having such a tough time waking up every morning for classes, that I am actually having to control my go-to-sleep times. I don’t have time to watch movies (I did manage to watch 17 Again yesterday..Nice one…Zac Efrom is so YUM!) nor do I have time to sit around lazily doing nothing.

3)  I joined French Classes! I studied French for two years in school, and it was like my favorite subject through 10th Grade and I was sooo good at it (Top of the class, everytime!). Now I want to get a certificate in it. So that I can go to France and be all French-ish. I joined the AllianceFrancais. Which is an amazing institute. It runs in many cities and I am super excited. It has 4 levels of courses, I joined the first and I mean to finish all. It is also adding to my busy schedule (Yeah, I actually have a schedule now!). With these classes and college lectures and college work and going out with friends, I hardly have time for myself!

4) If you live in Bhopal, you should check out the new Bake n Shake at the Jyothi Complex. I’ve been recommending it to everyone, to my classmates for it’s interiors and other people for it’s yum food (I recommend the Fish n Chips and Grilled Fish. Delish!)

5)That’s it for the Updates.

I always believed that birthdays are the days in your life, when you don’t necessarily have to have the biggest parties (Though I love ‘em!) or have the most presents. The best birthdays are the ones which are spent with the ones you love the most in the world, or the ones that love you the most. Birthdays are the days that define your life, what are the best things and what are the worst..

So here I am trying to define a little bit, the life of one of the most special people in my life…my best friend.the sister I never had..(It’s not possible to define the whole thing, her life is too big!).

There’s this thing they say about sisters, that they’re always together at heart. Sisters don’t need words. They have perfected a language of snarls and smiles and frowns and winks – expressions of shocked surprise and incredulity and disbelief. Sniffs and snorts and gasps and sighs – that can undermine any tale you’re telling. We know one another’s faults, virtues, catastrophes, mortifications, triumphs, rivalries, desires, and how long we can each hang by our hands to a bar. We have been banded together under sisterhood swears and promises to be loyal. We acquire friends and we make enemies, but our sisters come with the territory. Whatever you do they will love you; even if they don’t love you they are connected to you till you die. You can be boring and tedious with sisters, whereas you have to put on a good face with friends.

This story starts sometime during the 3rd week of July ‘06. I met this girl in Room no. 7046 of Hostel no. 7. First years, the both of us and from totally different parts of the world. She used to tie up her huge mass of beautiful curls that time. Me, being me, wouldn’t stop blabbering to her about being an NRI and how my brother was in the college too and all that. All she would say was ‘oh, how cool!’. .

She is one of the few people I would give my life for. Seeing her cry brings tears in my eyes too. She is my pillar of strength, my crazy little one. She has this thing about her, she is nice to everyone. Every person she knows can talk to her about everything. And she is on everyone’s list of closest friends.

I don’t know how we knew that first week of college itself, that we had found friendship for life. I think both of us decided that first week itself, after we heard that we could changed roomies in the 2nd year…who we would take rooms with..We’ve always been almost inseparable, throughout everything we did in college. Even we were back home, I always found her to talk to about the craziest, small stupid things in life. We became such huge part of each other’s lives, me at her place in Gandhinagar. Her mom called me her third daughter and it was like another home for me. Seriously.

She defined passion for me. She taught me that there are things that you might like doing, but having a passion for them is when you are actually living life. She made me realise that not everyone can be like me, so I have to adjust to the different types of people in the world. She showed me this whole new side of the world, opened it up to unlimited possibilities. She is like my big sister. She has held my hand while crossing roads, made me see sense through alot of problems, done crazy things with me, is one of the few people who understands my crazy nature, woken me countlessly to be in time for class and has stood by me through some extremely tough times. She is the only person I can cry my eyes out to, without worrying about how red my eyes and nose are going. And I think it’s the other way around too.

First year, we were inseparable. We went to events together, discovered New Market together, dressed up for parties (we were always over-dressed!), chose clothes for dates (my dates ) and did so much! We discussed the next few years of college, sitting in my bed or hers. We would talk endlessly of how our room would be the next year, how we would live as roomies. We had our tough moments, tests of friendship rather. But this very post proves how we ’skated’ past through them every single time. We gave each other our pet names (Yeah, I know I jsut copied you!). And those names stuck. I still love it when people ask us, which one of us is the real Popat!

Second year was the golden year. We were roommates after a year of dreaming about it and it was every bit as good as we thought it would be. I was in a new relationship and completely happy, she was on a path to self discovery. She would exercise and I would watch, wishing I had the same willpower. She would make plans for the future and I would realise that I should get on that road too. She would ask me about everywhere that I went with M that time. We spent crazy amounts of time together, went out to customise our room, talked about life, women, boyfriends, clothes, careers, laughing, crying, jokes, gossip, movies. Everything!

Third year was rocky. It truly tested our friendship. There was a long period of time when we almost lost faith in our friendship (or sisterhood, can I say?). I still curse myself for the stupid ass that I was that time. But we found it again. And we were happy. That’s when I realised, how no matter what happens in my life, no matter how many boyfriends come and go, we both are forever. Through thick and thin. And it makes me so happy that I have her, no matter what stupid things I do…no matter all the bad decisions I take, she will always love me. Third year, although rocky for me, was also the best year for her. She found phenomenal success in everything she did (Of course, she would! She is that amazing!). She found love after a really long time and I couldn’t be happier for her! I remember thinking a few days after 7th March ‘09, I couldn’t believe SHE was in love! After months of saying how she was happy being single and what not. Turns out, the right guy just hadn’t come along. And he did. Lucky for her, he did!

Now we’re on the brink of the 4th year. One more year till we’re roommates. But I know that we’re going to be friends for so many more year, that writing a year by year analysis of our friendship will just get plain boring.

I have to admit, I am frikking scared that next year, when she will be busy in her work (doing it so well as always) and I will still be in college, we won’t get to talk as much and I won’t have her to talk about every random thing in my life, just as I won’t be able to know about everything in her life as always. She is lousy in keeping in touch, that she has admitted, but I am hoping that changes. We’ve been through some very sad times, some angry ones too. And even we hated each other through those times, we still cared. I have this annoying habit that I stop talking to her, when I am mad at her. And then she does the same. But both of us know, that she will be the first to break the ice first. I love her for that especially!

Popat, you complete me. I know that sounds cheesy but you do. You make my wrongs look normal. You make me realise what good I have. You make me want to do better things in life. You made me realise that friends are sometimes more important than boyfriends or loves. It took me a year to learn that I should put my friends first. But I learnt it from you nonetheless. And here I am, completely different from the girl you met 3 years back. Same in some ways. But different. You’ve made a huge impact in my life and this is just my way of making you realise that. Thanks for seeing me through my best and worst. Thanks for knowing me so well. Thanks for being the best-est person in the world. Sometimes you make the biggest problems in the world seem so small. You show me the light at the end of this huge tunnel called life.

We’ve known each other just 3 years. That’s a little over 1000 days. but we still have countless memories, late night chats, laughs, giggles, tantrums (both on each other and other things), outings, new market shopping sprees to account for. I am looking forward to so many more.

I promise you today on your birthday that I will be there for you through everything. Through every fight, every heartbreak, every happiness, for the rest of your life. Yeah, even when we’re middle-aged with teenage daughters, I will call you to ask how I punish my daughter for being out late with her boyfriend. That’s what sisters are for, right?

Happy Birthday, Popat!!! I hope you have a super duper one!

I love you…Forever!

Popat