Remember to footnote the words ‘So far’

Always when judging
Who people are,
Remember to footnote
The words “So far.”

-Robert Brault

So far...

So far...

Sometime back I got thinking about how people change all the time. Like water, we take the shape and form of the objects that contain us.

Our socio-economic background, choice of music, taste in movies and TV shows, family set-up, friends and their personalities etc definitely have a bearing on who we are. I wanted to test the theory on myself. See what aspects of my behaviour change when I’m with a particular group of friends / people.

And what do you know… I did change! “Am always the same” is a phrase I’ve heard myself say often. Little did I know that it was about to change.

Jerry Macguire was on TV and Sniffles(as I choose to call my mom) and I were watching it… ‘You had me at hello…’ sent me racing around the house ion search of tissues. Half-way through blowing my nose, I realized that when my brother and I saw the movie a few weeks ago, we were screaming ‘Show me the money!’ and rolling our eyes at ‘You complete me’.

Now you may say like I used to… ‘That’s a load of tosh. People are unique’. People are, and it takes a good friend to see the uniqueness in a person. A person can project images of self into another person’s head. I can be a sweet friend, innocent baby sis, bitchy boss, loving girl-friend, formidable enemy, horrible sister, pain-in-the-ass daughter all in one… So how long does it take someone to see me as I see myself? Sweet? Innocent?Bitchy?Horrible?Strong? What am I to these people? Do they see me as I want them to? Or am I veering away on an opposite tangent?

Hmmm… Oh well, so far so good!

There’s a he and a him…Sigh! and then there’s you…

Day 1: Parking Lot
Him: I thought I’d come by and give you this carnation. Do you like carnations?
Me:  Well, I… Thanks… but…erm..
Him: It’s a flower, not a ring. Relax and take it will you?
Me: Oh…I know… just…thanks.
Him: How come you never take compliments well?
Me: Huh?
Him: Like if I said that when you smile, it’s like you walk into a dark room and turn on the light…
Me: weird sound, impossible to be captured by alphabets
Him: See? (all intense) I don’t get you Joy…Help me out here.Tell me…
Me: Don’t call me Joy…
Him: Man, you drive me nuts…
Me: Thanks for the flower
(I drive away feeling like a jerk.)
Day 1: Grocery Store
He: hey hey! Archana!
Me: Hi.
He: You look beautiful
Me: Me? (looking down at my track pants and faded t-shirt) Me?
He: As long as you wear that smile and have those eyes…
Me: Me?
He: Yeah you. Your hair smells good as usual.
Me: I have to go.
He: Did I say something wrong? (pushing his grocery cart along) What the hell is your problem?
Me: Me?
He: Is that all you can say? I think you are nice and simple and funny and everytime I say something you go away.
Me: M..er.. well,it’s not like that. I just have to get home fast. Sorry.
(I walk home feeling like a tub of lard)
Day 1: At home
Me: What are you thinking?
You: Just looking at you…
(I blush and my heart beats faster. I want you to hold me and never let me go. Coz I already know all that you want to say…)
There’s a he and a him…Sigh! and then there’s you…

Day 1: Parking Lot

Him: I thought I’d come by and give you this carnation. Do you like carnations?

Me:  Well, I… Thanks… but…erm..

Him: It’s a flower, not a ring. Relax and take it will you?

Me: Oh…I know… just…thanks.

Him: How come you never take compliments well?

Me: Huh?

Him: Like if I said that when you smile, it’s like you walk into a dark room and turn on the light…

Me: weird sound, impossible to be captured by alphabets

Him: See? (all intense) I don’t get you Joy…Help me out here.Tell me…

Me: Don’t call me Joy…

Him: Man, you drive me nuts…

Me: Thanks for the flower

(I drive away feeling like a jerk.)

Day 1: Grocery Store

He: hey hey! Archana!

Me: Hi.

He: You look beautiful

Me: Me? (looking down at my track pants and faded t-shirt) Me?

He: As long as you wear that smile and have those eyes…

Courtesy:Deviantart.com

Courtesy:Deviantart.com

Me: Me?

He: Yeah you. Your hair smells good as usual.

Me: I have to go.

He: Did I say something wrong? (pushing his grocery cart along) What the hell is your problem?

Me: Me?

He: Is that all you can say? I think you are nice and simple and funny and everytime I say something you go away.

Me: M..er.. well,it’s not like that. I just have to get home fast. Sorry.

(I walk home feeling like a tub of lard)

Day 1: At home

Me: What are you thinking?

You: Just looking at you...

(I blush and my heart beats faster. I want you to hold me and never let me go. Coz I already know all that you want to say…)

There’s a he and a him…Sigh! and then there’s you…