
May 18, 9.55AM
My day had to start off bad. My car has a break down again and i had to wait for a taxi to reach office. though i reached office on time, i feel bad about having a car. I remeber those days, when i had my driving license but wasnt lucky to have a car. Probably, i had fought so much with my parents to get a car for me. Or problably, i wasnt worthy of having it and bought a car when i was supposed not to drive.
My car, honda civic, has always been unlucky for me. It has spoilt a good friendship with my hommie, "Mr.B"; created tension for mum, fights with family and many more. Having a car was more like a dream, a prestige issue. i wanted to have a car of my own so that the security guy at the college will raise his hands n greet me each time i get out and in of the college, it must be boosting my ego.
I accept the fact that i am built of 90% ego and this ego won't let off me soon. I have had many bad experience in life and this could be the reason for my attitude. I may change, i may try to become an extrovert but...
life has played a game for me. my introvert nature forces me not to make more than 1 close friend and this friend always has to leave me n go away when i am in need.
Last night, i gave a second thought about my relationships with people and most of them seem to be decisive; or it can be the way that i think about them which they might not be or else i can read and understand peoples mind and i would always like to stay away from this wicked world.
I been thinking about my old best buddy, Mr.S a lot these days. i still remember the first time i met him, in grade 8th, i hated him coz he was INDIAN!!! lol....its not that i hate indians, but this guy was exported frm india and he had that indian attitude and i hated that. But later, he changed, we kept rolling as classmates, friends and then there was a moment when both of us unintentionally went wrong and this led to our breakup. But mistakes will always be forgivem, right? and so he was back to me in grade 12th n we became thick friends from then. He shared all hsi issues with me and was being a good listener. And later, as my curse still goes on, he had to leave off to India for higher studies. We also lost contact but whenevr he was back to sharjah, he would buzz me and we would meet up atleast one day. But when he had left me solitared, i had made up my mind for not to make any people close to my life. A year passed by and yes, i just remained myself, a closed book, didnt give any chance of letting people come into my life. As i said, life always had played a game with me, and i had to make some1 close to me again.
I am just feeling a bit nostalogic about my friends and hommies; maybe i miss them and i dunt want to loose them.
Bdw...i want to write a list of memories, probably, for my next blog.
Tacke care.
Shie