Skip to main content

Sizzling Six


Okay, so it's been around five years of our knowing each other but lately we have been having kick ass experiences as a gang of six girls. Guys kept coming and going to be a part of the gang but what really stayed on is us, the sizzling six. You might think I'm going a little too much on the self-flattering side by telling 'sizzling', hell, no. The reason being, no matter what we did in the campus (or sometimes what we did not do) was blown out of the proportion and we were praised/blamed/looked upon/looked down upon unconditionally (One does, the rest gets the credit/otherwise by default). Even though we dressed normally, it stood out among the crowd in the not-so-posh-crowd campus. Yeah, like normal girls, we had issues with each other but that mainly was based on other's opinion than our own.But, sooner or later we learn to forgive each other's small and big mistakes. 
             And yeah, talk about the crazy things we have done!  I mean six girls set out for a long drive all the way till the Bangalore International Airport all by ourselves when the whole city( and our parents) was asleep! We danced till we dropped dead at a Club. We went to the Palace Grounds during Navratri (festival) and had an awesome dandia (dance form) night.  And we are a bunch of six mad girls at sleepovers. 
                  We can talk any random rubbish from a topic picked from anywhere, and debate about it, laugh about it. As six, we are strength. We don't need any other company to entertain us. Cheers!


Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Bride Me

          For the longest time I've been wanting to write this post. I have been through such extreme emotions lately that I've become numb to criticisms. Anyway, I want to be less sad right now, among all the things happening around me and in my mind. Where do I start from, Um, okay! I'm a bride-to-be now with less than a fortnight away for the big day. No, I'm not gonna bore you with my wedding preparations ( or how much  tensed I am about how the tailor stitches my attire). No, I'm not gonna talk about the huge epic-sode that happened when I tried to elope and my parents agreed to marry me finally (or the pain of a Hindu Brahmin- Roman Catholic wedding issues). Fret not.                I have been living in one house (named Trupthi - meaning 'satisfaction') for two and a half decades and I'm a deep-rooted person, meaning I love this city and my world in the city - my house, my locality, my food, my people. Since five years I have been spending le
5 comments
Read more

My BFFs

  We could be celebrating (hypothetically) seven years of friendship now! These two girls mean a lot to me. The beauty is that no matter what they do, right or wrong, I dont go all judgmental (even in my mind). And  I feel the same thing when I tell them my sweet secrets and dark secrets. So I dont think twice before sharing my life with them. The best part was the fact that we stayed so close by that we could meet up almost daily. Way back in college, when we used to go to the same tuition, meeting everyday was mandatory anyway. So, we had to meet at one place at around 6 45 in the mornings to go the tuition, to which we would walk. And, the walk! It would hardly take five minutes but it felt like a long fulfilling walk where in those few minutes while we walked to the tuition. All the things that happened  the  previous day would be updated in that little promenade. Laugh like lunatics, comment on each and every person or even animal that pass by us. We even did Maths assignment
2 comments
Read more

Tail of rejections

Although I'd like to believe that I'm an ambivert (none buy that. They can bet I'm an introvert at the first meeting), I can listen to people and empathize. I'm a person who always thinks "What will the other person think?" and with all the good organizational skills and decent EQ - I thought I'd make a good HR professional. A bubble of a dream. That bursts eventually. That's right - with every call for an interview I get, there is a bubble created in my mind. A momentary dream that takes me to a space where I work in that place and I mull over how it would be, and what I would like or dislike about the job. This happens every single time.  And thus became a tale of rejections....... Ever since I had decided to take up the one-year managerial executive program, PGDM weekend course, people advised me about the unlikeliness of higher pay - one is because it’s not a regular MBA degree, it’s a PG diploma, and two, it’s Human Resources of all th
2 comments
Read more