Its 2 am....no sleep

Iusually switch off my phone at 12 and sleep, but i dont know whats hapenning from the past one week.

shreya on bed- after some time, no sleep (thinking)
shreya on bed- after 1 hour, talks to sister (thinking)
shreya on bed- after 2 hours, jason mraz on the ipod (thinking)
shreya on bed- thinking still.

Alright, the thinking part is constant. Listening to jason mraz for 4 hours straight and thinking, i am on the bed, cant really stop thinking. How do i fucking stop thinking? Ahh! i hate this. :|

Somebody get somebody out of my head.

The Comedy Club

Making people laugh makes me happy. I am not a clown but yes, my classmates have alwas tagged me with that kind of image and maybe thats why i have my own little comedy with every person whether its my college folks, sisters, family, God or even my maid ( haha! weird) And that why when we laugh the other person keeps wondering- what the hell are they laughing about? Damn!

So, my birthday was awesome with some unusual things hapenning and as usual the unusual things (in a good way) happened with my sister .What? Is anybody doing black magic on us? Because everytime we plan something out individually something happens which connects to either my sister or me. I am confused, so are u, then why are u reading?
Alright, back to my birthday, it was ahhhhhsomeeee! So definately a joker needs to laugh on her birthday, so i decided to take my cousins to a laughter club called -The Comedy Club. Its the most amazing place with cozy seats and all u have to do is- sit back ,relax and laugh. There were three comedians and one host with a very short height. It went down from super dirty comedy, to decent and normal jokes. I enjoyed them all and once again my family was laughing like crazy and i loved it.

Well, It was so crazy that a man with a wife would come out of the club and ask her wife- hey! Who the hell are u lady? Hahaha

And hungry us, went for a dinner at a very lavish restaurant with huge curtains falling from the top and the ambience was all violet, electric blue and pink. The next thing, its 12 babyy!cake on my face. Wow, hehe!

The next day was dirty ( in a good way) because my fellow lovely college friends called me to town and we sat  in a coffee shop. I was looking my best wih my hair neatly made, everybody greeted and hugged and all that birthday stuff and i am standing there with a smile on my face and ready to cut the cake and a voice comes from the back- sorry maam! U cant cut the cake, no outside  food allowed and we all look at each other with black expressons, but u know, we are young cool people to come up with the "hatke" ideas (different idea) everytime, of cutting the cake on the  roof of my car and cutting with what? Asked me to myself- and a friend gives me a credit card! So, this time no using knife, its gonna be a card ....credit card ahem! Haha! And we sing the happy birthday song and everybody grabs a small part with the help of their hand and start painting my face with the cake and then my hair and then we start the cake fight. We kids are so creative- we made cake balls and  started throwing them at each other . On the foot path the  shopkeeper , school students, college students, aunties, working uncles, maids, beggars, the guy selling mango ( we kept his name mango guy - aam aadmi) butterflies, flowers and the cars passing by were staring like we were running  naked on the streets for food. And the best part, where do i clean  my face? My face was oily ,dirty and same goes with my hair. It looked like i had a cake wash rather than a head wash and i was smelling like some caramel smelling toy running from one end to other. I enter a public washroom and i switch on the tap- NO-WATER! -KILL-ME! So then i buy some bottles of water with some wet  tissue and wipe my face off to look a little human and rush to watch the match at the stadium where nobody wants to sit besides the caramel smelling toy, but its her birthday. No body complains :| shawty! I had fun, with lots of good dirty feelings ( the cake thing) and i am 17 with a smile. Thank You everybody who made it special. :)

3 days to go.

yes, i am the one with CONFUSED MIND. No idea about the 4th day. :(
                                                                                                                   Thank You.

Maybe its the same thing Buddy!

Alright, i was just thinking oh no...actually, i keep thinking and never stop. I don't know how this
happens. Sometimes, i feel like removing my brain and just formatting it again or something.Yes, not possible. :|
 So, my mum and dad had gone out for a week on a vacation and what could be better then -they bringing awesome stuff for u haha!

Okay, back to the topic- i was watching Koffee with Karan and this time he was interviewing Shahrukh Khan . I have never been a Shahrukh Khan aficionado and i don't  like him as much as Aamir Khan if you ask me. I liked his talks at least after watching that episode. And i was just sitting there with a straight face thinking "dude! this is exactly what i feel" Yes, he said something about friends in his life and this is exactly what my nature is. :O

He said- I don't think  these things are important.
Me (thinking)- well, i do. I think FRIENDSHIP is important
(back to Shahrukh), he said- I cant pick up the phone and say " I LOVE YOU"

hello, hi, i love you
hello,  i love you
hello, long time man, i love you.

I think- if i love, i don't need to pick up the phone and say i love you. No, i cant do that.
agar pyaar kartey ho to keheney ki zarurat nahi padti, aur agar kehene ki zarurat padi hai toh vo pyaar nahi. That is what i believe in. I have no friends, and i am extremely scared of attachments. I dont know how to make friends .Agar dost hai toh dosti nibhani nahi aati, agar dost nahi toh dost banane nahi aatey. 


Alright, the last paragraph was a little too much for me but yes, i think its almost the same thing with me. Maybe its just the way i am or its my nature. I have observed one thing that i cannot say i love you to a person. I tried that once and I tried saying that to my sister and i couldn't. hah! Well, after a lot of practice i did. And its not that i don't love her, i feel so different when i do that. Maybe i would do something special and make her feel that i love her.  Okay all this is only between me and friendship and no other relationship.

Chocolate cake please. haha.

Birthday Wish n.o- 2

An artist's real talent is appreciated when he puts his real life experiences and feelings on to the canvas or mike. Boundless imagination is also one of the most important things to keep in mind while painting.
And that is the time when the person is satisfied with his or her work irrespective of the thought if people like it or not. :)

I love painting and i can paint for hours without speaking a word. Its like, if i feel like painting my shoe-i will. If i feel like painting a wall-I will and if the feel like painting a wasted canvas-i will. Right now, all my art supplies are scattered all around my home and i dont like it. So, as a birthday gift i want a study in my room where i could just paint paint and keep painting for hours and not speak a word. Where instead of books and dictonaries, there would be huge canvases, colours, paint brushes, knife's, dirty-colour-sprinkeled wasted cloths, turpentine, oil and whatever things connected with the word paint. I love it when my t-shirt gets stains of colours when i paint. haha!


And this is exactly what i want...DADDYYYY!! haha!