I See Plastic.

When you walk into your classroom,at least a hundred out of the three hundred smile at you.

When you get into the lift, the irritating woman from the third floor, you absolutely hate is in there and you greet her.

You tell your best friend how annoying a certain girl is and then you squeal and hug the girl when you meet her. Sometimes, you may also tell her how pretty she's looking. (Yes, you did mention to your best friend how ugly her red streaks are.)

Honest much?

Just today, I was coming back home from college and was standing at the door, preparing to get off at the next station.

A lady weighing roughly a hundred kilos stepped on my foot, which was already bandaged owing to a recent accident. She said sorry and all the other flowery things. Then she scooted inside and told the lady next to her, "Why should you stand at the door if you're already hurt?" in Marathi, all this while, smiling at me.

With all the respect and politeness in the world, I told her, "Aunty, I'm a Maharashtrian."

She was visibly embarrassed, and I gave her a scathing look, politely.

Its a fake fake world out there. And you're so accustomed to the falseness of it that you've just conditioned yourself to play along and live with it.

During Malhar, the Xavier's College Fest, I wasn't "The-Bitch-Who-I-Hate-So-Much" anymore. I was suddenly "The-Long-Lost-Friend-Of-Mine-Who is coincidentally working at the VIP gates."

Well, just so you know, I was back to being The Bitch as the third day of Malhar ended.

We're all living in the fake world, living our lives under false pretenses where everything is "Cute" and "Awesome" and where everyone loves everyone..as long as its of some use to them.

Birthdays, for example, are the days when everyone loves you, and you're suddenly extremely pretty and everyone's best friend. Whats funny is that you actually respond to all that sugar coated diabetic sweetness. Which lasts only for that day btw.

When you open your eyes to reality, and sacrifice your comfort of delusions, you'll see people.

Those who're honest enough to tell you what makes you look fat and what doesn't.

Those who'll know all your dark secrets and never judge you.

Those who are familiar with your negative aspects and still love you.

Those who will make you laugh even after you're punished for laughing. Not those who look at you menacingly and pretend to be sad that you're being chucked out.

When I look around today, I see plastic. If you tug too hard at it, it may just.. Break.

The Beginning Of Perfect Endings

Not everyone’s story begins with “Once upon a time there was a princess…” and not everybody gets to have a “and they lived happily ever after” for an ending. Most of us have confused beginnings and terribly confused endings.

We’re those people who tumble out of our beds, run after buses, trip over shoelaces, prefer messy buns over shiny curls and find comfort in pyjamas.

I wake up to a groggy version of myself every morning. I run late, I lie to my best friend about having left for college while I’m texting from the bathroom (Yeah I do that), I spill milk over myself more than just once a while, I curse at the liftman when he doesn’t wait while I’m done tying my shoelaces, I forget my train pass and pay hefty fines to TCs who seem to make a fortune out of me alone, I laugh shamelessly when my best friend points out funny women in train compartment, gossip peps me up and chaai warms my heart.

I’m the Girl Next Door who can go unnoticed if not looked at closely enough.

In this world of glitz and blinding glamour, it’s me and countless others like me who blend into the grey walls of the world, giving the much deserved importance and attention to the Glam Dolls and their Gucci’s .Who else should the spotlight be on, but them?

We’ve always believed that the Fairy tales are rightfully patented by the patriarchs of Versace and Steve Maddens… That Prince Charming’s white horse will trot right past you and stand at the gates of the Royal Palace for the Princess to glide along the marble staircase and be swept off her feet and ride into the sunset and of course, live happily ever after.

Times changed. Scriptwriters changed.

Prince Charming won’t necessarily wear armor and trot on the Royal White Horse. He might just step out of a White Car that owes its color to the choice of his Princess, who is in reality, the Girl Next Door. These are the times when we get to pen our fairy tales ourselves. The Girl Next Door is no competition to the Cheerleader Dolls but she’s the one that won Prince Charming’s heart and got him hitched for life.

I’m the Girl Next Door who got her Prince Charming. I’m that girl who penned down her own happy story. I’m the one who got to be his Princess and be swept off my feet and drive into the sunset.

Not everyone gets “And they lived happily ever after” for an ending. But I did. I got my fairy

tale ending.

All you need to do is believe. Believe that somewhere, your Prince Charming is scheming ways to woo you, that someday you will live happily ever after, that somehow you will a have a happy ending. A perfect fairy tale ending.