Gentle Whispers

Have you ever fallen in love with a character from a book? I have. More times than I can count. And right now, I am absolutely in love with the character of Nikhil Khoda from The Zoya Factor. It's a chick-lit book. So unless your fond of the genre, I'd suggest you stay away though. It is fun though with tons of contemporary references and easily relatable characters. Also, figuring out whom the characters are based on just adds to it. Read it for sure.

I've been wanting to blog all day, but nothing blog worthy really came to my mind. And then I remembered this . it's been lying in my drafts since October. So please go over. Check it out and maybe leave me a comment. Okay?

My oldest friends perhaps are the ones from the areas where I used to live. They've known me for a good 8 years at least now. Inside and out. Everything there is to know. If I call them in the middle of the night, I know they'd be there for me without thinking about it twice. They've pulled and pushed and prodded me. Made jokes. Laughed with me and at me. Cried with me and for me. And have been the best friends I could probably ever ask for. But at no point have they ever lied to me. If I've been in the wrong, delusional or brought something down upon myself. Not once have they hesitated to tell me that I'm at fault. And what forms the basis of our friendship is honesty. Brutal, painful honesty. Which sometimes listening to is hard, but when you think about it is absolutely right. We never shield each other from the truth. And while this may seem harsh, it's not. Sure it's not always pretty. But its necessary. And I wouldn't expect any less from any frie...

I'm a sarcastic person. Always have been and always will be. And as far as knowing whether it's a good thing or no, I'm not really sure. And no, I don't think sarcasm is the lowest form of humour. Sarcasm requires quick wit and the ability to extract any point of weakness in a conversation. And the timing. I'm not going to go into detail about how absolutely moronic I find that statement because then this post will go on forever. Perhaps not being able to be sarcastic has something to do with an inability to use sarcasm. And leads to finding sarcasm stupid. All my friends say, I'm sarcastic. And I know I am. And I have never ever denied it. In my defence, you should meet my mum. She tops me in those stakes. But anyway. I never pick on any one person. I make jokes at my friends' expense without picking on any one person. I know how it feels to be the butt of jokes all the time, and I would never do that to anybody else. I'm not really sure if this merit...

Now that I've started blogging again. It's hard to stop. Sigh. I'm such a contradiction. Also, check out my cool new sidebar. I am now on Twitter. Yay!

I took this test on IHM's blog and I've been meaning to post about it for a while. It turned out that I'm an ENFP - The "Advocate" ENFPs are introspective, values-oriented, inspiring, social and extremely expressive. They actively send their thoughts and ideas out into the world as a way to bring attention to what they feel to be important, which often has to do with ethics and current events. ENFPs are natural advocates, attracting people to themselves and their cause with excellent people skills, warmth, energy and positivity. ENFPs are described as creative, resourceful, assertive, spontaneous, life-loving, charismatic, passionate and experimental. Now, what I want to know is, do you agree? Those who know me only through the blog as well as those who know me out of this space as well. What do you think? Do I really have the above qualities. P.S: Take the test too. It's fun.

I haven't really been wanting to blog lately. Despite the promises I made myself of trying to blog at least once a day. And it isn't from a lack of ideas to blog about there have been plenty. The lawyers' strike in Tamil Nadu, my favourite professor resigning from college, my new job. But I've settled very comfortably into what I like to call The Rut. The Rut is a very nice place. There's no baring of souls. There's no honesty. No rants or rages. No anger or despair. All that's in the Rut is work, work and more work with a sprinkling of friends, laughter and very few books. And I probably wouldn't have clawed my way out without some of you. Homecooked , Moo , who actually seemed to care about the fact that I hadn't posted in a while and it was nice to know that while the world doesn't exactly stop turning, it does take notice when I duck out for a while. And one other person, who'll know whom I'm talking about. With whom every second Goog...