I'm officially done with experiencing the 4 seasons in one year. My summer comes to a close next week and I'm not sure how ready I am to face my new beginnings. I seem to be totally out of the beat after working through the summer. The past 3 months have been a great learning experience and I just wish I could squeeze some more juice out of the lemons that life gave me.

I had wished to do so many things over these 3 months and I did get through most of it. I still suck at cooking though. I should really credit my bad food to my newly acquired sense of appreciation and respect for people who can cook! Now that I've said that, my attempts at baking and producing brownies have been almost successful except for the fact that I might have accidentally set the house on fire. I do not wish to divulge into the facts for the fear of further damaging my already tarnished cooking reputation. But you must know that the brownies did come out really moist, chocolatey and brownie-like.

Other than that P & S came to visit me and I had so much fun catching up with both of them. And the next week is going to be even better for so many different reasons. Now that life is going to throw tomatoes at me, I will make Bloody Mary's out of them for I need that extra kick to get through the next 4 months. I've decided to live it up while it lasts!

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The following post is the result of an uncontrollable burst of nerves which led to being pissed off majorly. The author will however revert to her normal good-naturedness by the end of this post.

The last one year has been the most intriguing period in my life. Being independent, learning to use my freedom appropriately and coexisting with not-so-nice people in peace.
I can now vouch for the fact that Indians are the most unhelpful and unfriendly people in the United States. Now when it is my turn to guide the freshers, the emotions about my past year here are all gushing out of my head.

I've acquainted so many different kinds of people that, I'm starting to doubt if it is the place that makes them change or if it is just my narrowed spectrum of friendship with nice people ? There are a few things that irritate me the most and I'm trying to work my temper around the situation.

Why do people always eye your things when they have stuff of their own ? It's not like I don't like sharing, but the whole idea of jealousy paired with my superstitions of evil eye tagging along makes me very uncomfortable.

Why do people have to prove their superiority over others? You might be better off than me, but why does that have to be a factor in you judging me by things that I like to do ? I am not trying to make you do what I like, I just wish you would keep your "refined" opinions to yourself. If you want to do something your way; I'd only be too happy to step out of your way, because I only hope to never be like you ! I shouldn't even be bothered of what you think of me, but when you try to condescend my actions, I have too much of an ego to lend you a deaf ear and a mute mouth. *Growl

Thrusting your opinion on others: You might have had more experience than me, but that doesn't make me any less knowledgeable than you. And my knowledge is not always a byproduct of my quick googling skills! Why is it so hard for you to accept your ignorance ? And no, I wouldn't stoop to your level to show my superiority over you. Don't even try to thrust your ideas down my back, I'm definitely not going to follow your path. Stop believing that your actions were the best that you have ever encountered. If you continue to believe so, sadly you don't know much and my opinion about you doesn't go any higher.

And I just hate it when you take me for granted. When I try to be nice, it is only because I do not want to be a bitch, like you! And if you must know, I do not think very highly of you either, you are the one who does things only because others have done it as well.

Ultimately it took me a very long time to come to terms with the fact that no matter how well you talk to certain people, they will judge you anyway. The only difference in this with the petty school politics is that, we are meaner, bitchier and love the drama! I did learn that you don't have to always be nice or explain yourself. I stretched my boundaries of tolerance, but now I know where to draw the line.

How you treat me is your karma, how I react to yours is mine. Peace!

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