How's life treating you, my friend??

This is the favourite line of my friend Mirza, whenver he greets somebody. Sounds like coming from a muslim, haina..but I have been giving a lot of thought to it. Is it our life which treats us or is it we who treat our life. Are we just a part of a grand scheme, just pawns in the huge game called,"Destiny"......or masters of our free will, which not only dictates our actions and our future, but also that of the people around us.

I stick with the second thought. Life is nothing but a set of coincidences; a series of random, highly unrelated events whose only purpose(events have as much purpose for their happening as we have of makng them happen) is to increase the overall randomness(read entropy) of this universe.

After all, I didn't study thermodynamics out of vain.

Neways, yesterday was quite a day. I organised a small party for the Indians here, so colours were out, music was on(with my fav RANG BARSE......), i bought sum brownies, chips, cakes and coke pour s'amuser........

So there was everybody-futhcas, bhavan , punni, murali, sandy, even our very own NRIs,the ABCDs...Sid n Anjali.......Anjali was looking more and more beautiful, she is a very sweet girl and I could see that she enjoyed the evening with us........and of course our very own fun loving harsh,our man in Lyon.

SO while we made a whole lot of ruckus in our room, eating, laughing, cracking jokes, dancing(yes, and i mean the gigolo dance by junior)....harsh decided it was time to play pranks. So then came the banging on the doors, runnin around couples, saturday night fever....among others. On sid's request, we all went to the Kfet, but finding no exchange student there, we were dejected. Sid called up his frnds and so we went to the Parc de la feyssine and played ,"capture the flag", a kind of a fishy mixture of Quake3 and Hide n Seek.....;it was a wonderful night, and all of us happily went back to sleep at 2 am(after everybody wished Anjali a happy bday ofcourse)

I was happy at succesfully organised the party....it was the first by an Indian ever since we came here, and it ave me confidence to organise a similar thing soon for our "firangi" frnds as well....

And guess what, i lost my wallet..............and missed my Cluny trip as well

SO i ve spent my day sleeping, cleaning, reading," one year in MERDE", which Sabrina gracefully lent me. Its a stupid pervertish shit which mocks the french to the extreme. I try not to think much about it, because I really do not want to crib about the french once I reach back home. I just wanna be happy n cheerful n pessimistic bout evrything, chill ...bas chill.......no tension of studies, sports, health, bandis, ghar....nothing at all

Bas kabhi kabhi ek bahut close frnd ki kami mehsoos karta hun........somebody who sends me cute, affectionate SMSes everyday, who motivates me when I am low, who is prepared to hear all my theories about new techniques of cricket, with whom I should never need to feign a conversation, who should share a dinner a me neday, netime; and who will never go away............because then I won't need to worry about how close he or she is to my heart.....

Its funny, isnt it. France has taught me how to make frnds, how to fight for them; but now I am so disillusioned with this whole thing called 'emotional bonding' that I just wanna be left alone..........permanently.

Maybe I do need a companion, and not just to share a meal or a light joke; but to share my life........how I wish she would come back.