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Baatein... Kuch ankahi si.. Kuch ansuni si... Hone Lagi :))

Sorry; about the mini-hiatus. *-I'd like to believe at least someone has missed me : P -*

There is so much I'd like to talk about. That can wait. But this cannot!

Every once in a while we realize who really matters to us, who shouldn't matter to us, who doesn't and who never will again. That's the circle of life I guess. I read it somewhere:

"Friends are God's way of apologizing to us for our families."

 I hope moms' not reading this one, else am dead for sure! : P

To my surprise, I've been terribly occupied off late - and I don't necessarily enjoy it! I missed writing all this while. Anyways, I'm back to what I think am happiest doing - writing. :-)

If you continued to read my post having read the fully filmi title, you might be in love with me or something. <3

For me, two things make life bearable - cups of tea/coffee and loadssss of baatein. ; )

Here are a few inconsequential conversations I've had off late which I am going to remember for a long time to come. 

Me (feeling a little low on self-esteem) : If you were to rate me on 1 to 10, 10 being highest, purely based on my looks, how much would you give me?
Manoj : For me, you've always been a 10 on 10.
Me (obviously not convinced) : Don't let any other quality of mine bias the score. I'm talking ONLY about my looks, not my nature. 
Manoj : Urvi, please! In the last half an hour, you've made fun of my mallu accent, you've corrected grammar in every sentence I've spoken, you've put me on speaker and secretly laughed with your girlfriends while I sang "happy birthday" to you... trust me, I am NOT talking about your nature!

*- whatever! Was that a compliment? -*

Me (sulking) : Atleast you know you're going to be underprivileged for next couple of years. Look at me! My life is in such a mess!!
Sandy : Sheeeesh...don't even get me started on that again. Everything will be ultimately okay.
Me : Really? How do you know?
Sandy (Impishly) : I don't. I just said that to make you shut up. Now let's go for an ice-cream, Urveshwar!

*- and I call that moron my friend. -*

... here's probably why:

While watching When Harry Met Sally for the umpteenth time:
Me : I see, so there are two kinds of women in this world : High Maintenance & Low maintenance. And before YOU point it out to me, I admit I am the former.
Sandy (sincerely) : True. Hey! but that's perfectly all right. Partly cos you could find somebody to do the honors chasmees! (I'm spared!!!)

----> more later : )
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