Things change huh ... it goes in a circle ...

It’s already a year past? Oh my freaking mad… I just did not realize the way it went in this chaos. For mushy person like me it took me a year to be anti-mush. “I want to get rid of nostalgia, me and my freakishly good memory for the mundane. Non sentimentality is my goal and needless to say, I’m not prosaic anymore”. That’s all the mind started screaming loud as a loud beep interrupted it by a text message at 11.55 PM. “Happy Birthdayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! Yay! “My eyes almost popped out as it was unexpected. Although I replied “tq” But my mind cribbed..Kanjoos –Maakichoos…. Phone kar sakta hai Na…Saala ...”I love u “bolne ke liye 1000 times’ kareya ...Ek no suna...bas...katam... Wtf … Why don’t people get to normal!

12 -3 PM calls were lined up to wish me. Probably that is the only day I was made princess of this paradise in this strange world. Everyone showers the utterly love on you. Also it is the only chance to live the fullest of bitterness in the name of birthday “bombs-bums”. Ouch …u don’t ask me about it… 2 days passed and I still can’t still properly on my own bum. I was bashed to brim of everyone’s grudge .Irony is that comes with a smile and should be taken with smile only.

Oh good… K didn’t call me at 12 ….his call would be on priority for me than anyone’s. Again that would be a cribbing point. Loads of flowers …lots of noise….I always enjoyed it being the birthday person …say it mine or someone else’s .Face book , mobile , mails ..All flooded with wishes...Love and nostalgic photographs… but I waited my whole day for only phone call. Just a call... only that heart knows how much I waited for it and of course K knew it too. Finally I got it as the way it comes every year!

Of course it concerns me when an aged old friend of mine don’t wish me …it hurts when my boy friend is not next to me... it frets when people walk away from my life impertinently. But K only consoles me saying …don’t expect...just respect and go with the flow. Had he not been correct, I would not have enjoyed his 12 ‘0 clock surprise … or a mail that made me smile from a parted friend of mine ...” No one can be mad at oneself and others forever… Happy Birthday “

But still small things did hassle me …like the girl next to me...who is suppose to be good of friends at work place actually did not wish me. Also the friend who is the first one to call every year on my birthday wished me on Face book. Well, it is petty if you don’t expect...but can someone stop expecting???

I really don’t have to be that dejected too as I already have more that is troubling…where the most caring friend of mine who never leaves an opportunity to make me special ,left me back as his expectation is something more from this relation. Another one comes up with a proposal when I not ready for any commitment. Another one breaks up cuz her crush loves me. The best was the guy who pushed me to wall to like him and backs off when things are falling in trail. A hard lesson that I have learnt yet again…I always knew...But ignored to adapt … Expectation – The Virus of Unhappiness!

Had I not expected what you have given then I wouldn't have been nostalgic to the point of swooning, romantic to the point of being slapped by people and verbose to the extent of getting a parched throat. Yes, I expected and now being the memory that would put even a goldfish to shame. And now things changed and as for me… I am... sand in the wind- Sandieeeee, a new life unfolds - this is for all of you, a part of my world, then and now, thank you for the wishes.

Ok in short .. my Birthday went off in the dilemma of expectation and re-framing me ... 

Unusual Greetings

Had nothing to write , so here is a story of a gal Sarah who always gets usual things also in unusual way . 
For her birthday ....


Sarah climbed the few stairs and unlocked her door and locked and bolted it behind her. Moonlight filtered through the curtains. She walked across and turned on the pink-shaded lights on the dressing-table. She stripped off her clothes and went into the bathroom and stood for a few minutes under the shower. … Cleaned her teeth and gargled with a sharp mouthwash to get rid of the taste of the day and turned off the bathroom light and went back into the bedroom.

 Sarah drew aside one curtain and opened wide the tall windows and stood, holding the curtains open and looking out across the great boomerang curve of water under the riding moon. The night breeze felt wonderfully cool on her naked body. She looked at her watch. It said 1 o'clock.
Sarah gave a shuddering yawn. She let the curtains drop back into place. Bent to switch off the lights on the dressing-table. Suddenly she stiffened and her heart missed a beat.


There had been a nervous giggle from the shadows at the back of the room. A man’s voice said, "Poor Sarah. You must be tired. Come to bed."

Sarah trembled in fear as it is the haunting voice which is much scarier than the superficially presumed Math monster tone in the school days.

The ground under her feet slipped and she found the phone ringing in the next room.


Pitch dark and terrifyingly quiet, she walked towards the phone while her feet totally sunk in a pool of liquid.


Suddenly the lights turned and hands accidently hit out the speaker.


After a loud explosion .. HAPPPPYYYYYYYYY BIRTHDAYYYYYYYYYYY SARAHHHHH