Life or something like it

Well life is funny..whenever I thought I had learnt enough life taught me another lessen..I hated school life ..I wasnt exactly in the nerd category but was definitely not in the so called "in crowd"...Wasnt a bookworm exactly neither was I a teacher's pet..hated d concept of a gang..loved to hop from one group to another looking (for god knows what....yes hated following the rules...my school was one of d conservative kinds and yes my parents didnt exactly make my life any easier...I was another gangly confused teenager...only thought of making boyfriends,being popular,being a topper( though I didnt put in any effort ),be some hot sexy chick..Now ofcourse I laugh at myself for having such a shallow outlook..maybe most people were like me then or maybe not..I dont really care...I dreamed of college life..I thought about the stuff I would wear,the "my kind of" friends I will make..i wanted to go radical..get red streaks,piercing(god knows how many)(btw I already hav 3 pair of piercings..might get a coupla more),wear black leather jacket,ride a bullet( wierd aspirations for a girl) but thats what I was,always trying to do things differently..had a permanent disregard for rules and breaking them was my favourite pastime...but fate had different plans for me...that is why I landed up in Banasthali..A university with a difference..yes it was truly different..
This place stood for everythin that I had detested all my life...for starters we had to wear only khadi salwar suits(there went my dreams of wearing leather pants and jackets into the drain)...very strict rules ..no men(that doesnt seem like a tragedy anymore..on the contrary I am glad)..
The heat is unbearable..and my lack of carrying an umbrella has resulted in a rather charred complexion :(..the most comfortable place that I found was the ATM..ahh..the ATM brings back fond memories...its sorta like every girls best friend..(ofcourse the head cashier should be friendly too(referring to dad)).But yes brings back bad memories as well..last summer i had gone crazy with d spending spree and by the time dad found out there was jst 1 rupee 75 paise left...well he didnt freak out much.he jst took all my privileges(net,tv,going out,mobile) except breathing...:(
recently we had a bad water shortage problem(its Rajasthan yaar)..so to my mother's and shopkeeper's delight and my dismay I felt a lightening in my purse as money poured out in buying bisleri :(...everytime I would pass the pastry shop and ohhhhh d moth watering chaats:( but ofcourse I had to look past that and come out wid 2 litre bottles
this place has taught me a lot,from washing dishes,to washing clothes( tough job indeed) to adjust wid not so adjusting people and yes this is were I found my family, d friends who would forever live in my heart...
i have a lot to learn but its sure gonna be fun I guess..hating and loving my life at the same time,falling down,making mistake,getting back on track again,late night chats,ghost story sessions,dance parties,surviving on maggi..made and lost friends,had wonderful moments..something I will cherish for the rest of my life
P.S this entry is dedicated to Anjali,Nidhi,Nupur,Adi,Priya,Shivi,Shruti,Shef,Venu(inside Banas)
Maddy,Nonu,Ari,Ankit,Tutu,Sumer(Outside Banas)...
special thanks to Priya who suggested that I needed to come up wid a new not so depressing blog
these might seem like just names to you but 4 me it is MY Life