I don’t know if there is anything perfect. Since dating and living together before marriage isn’t possible in a country like ours, I will have to live with what I get. But it still I can dream about a perfect lover.

What I’m talking about is, I’ve been tagged by the Doc. Now the rules of the game are,

  • The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.
  • Need to mention the sex of the target.
  • Tag 8 victims to join this game & leave a comment on their comments saying they’ve been tagged. (Don’t worry, am ot tagging anyone. I gotta break this rule. :-) )

Sex of the target == Female.

  1. Should have a good taste in music. Anykind. If she can sing or play the Piano or Veena, it will be just perfect. (I can’t think of someone who says “damn! will you stop disturbing me? I’m watching this teleserial” when I talk about a song or a piece of music).

  2. Shouldn’t be a chatterbox all the time. (That doesn’t mean, I prefer someone who hardly open their mouth)
  3. Should be a good friend and someone who can understand when I’m down and give me a hug without being asked. (I believe in hug therapy!!)
  4. Should be classy in bed and kissing. Should be thinking sex is a matter of intimacy, not a job to be done in the specified timeline.
  5. Should be a good manager at home.
  6. Should be someone with whom I can share everything and can give me tips to handle situations.
  7. Shouldn’t be someone mad of buying Gold, shopping and make-up. (I hate those women with tons of gold)
  8. Should have a good dress-sense. (I prefer a woman in Saree, I think that’s the most sexiest and elegant dress in the world, but Churidhar is also okay). I don’t like my woman over-exposing herself with dress and makeup.

So that’s my perfect lover. I can think of many other things to write here, but #8 would do I guess. Now all thats said, I know I will have to live with what I get. :-) )

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The above was written in the morning. Now its 12: 12 AM. Okay, I met two of my friends in the evening. We had a nice time together in the evening. All these time, I thought my worries are greater than anyone in this world. Yes, sometimes I even thought about suicide. An ex once told me that the easiest way to kill oneself is by taking pills. You would just go off to sleep and would never wake up. I thought that’s so peaceful. I was never dared to do that, but thought of it so many times. Now after talking to these friends and hearing about their sorrows, I feel so silly to say good-bye to this life. Life is so wonderful man!! Whatever it gives you, whatever the f*** it take you to, it still is so beautiful. You need a great courage to kill yourself, but a greater courage to survive this life. Am not gonna kill myself, never!!!

The day started off with my mother fainting in the morning due to the BP and I was so tensed. You know, nobody, (even your friends) care for you than your mother does. And I was so afraid to see her in the situation. These days am so afraid of losing her. She’s 70 now. After fainting she kept vomitting, and I called up the doc and bought some tablets and she got okay by noon. A sigh of relief came at last. And when she was down, I saw her saying “eesoye… eesoye… maathaave” (christ… christ… holy mary) and I felt very angry of Gods whoever the hell there is, Christ, Krishna, Allah — whoever the f*** there is, they were not of any help to her. Her whole body was shivering. I’m not an aethist guys, but for the moment, I thought there is no God who look over us.

But am so happy tonight. After talking to these two close friends of mine, I feel so stupid to think about suicide. Life is so beautiful man. And am gonna live it off whatever it takes.

Whenever am full of booze, I like to watch Metallica and their live show VCD with San Fransisco Symphony Orchestra. They’re just cool. And boybands suck!! You guys have a great weekend!!!

So close, no matter how far
Couldn’t be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
and nothing else matters

Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don’t just say
and nothing else matters