All dressed up and waiting for the friends to come and pick me up.. flash 1 and flash 2 and flash 3.. get the idea? Too many pics taken. Pretty soon, the posing shosing had started.. aise bhi lo, ye theek nai aii delete karo, phir se lo yaar, abu na karein na mere baal kharab hojayenge… all this went on. The freinds? yeah they came, a little bit late.

And then the digicam has its advantages. Instant upload and once again everyone was peering into the screen. This time, everyone included cousins. oohs and aahs and u-look-fat and no-i-dont..

I sat there. I knew they like the wrong pics. Maybe they are jealous hehehe but still, I know myself n I do know which of my pics show the real me and which dont. (If you happen to see my facebook albums and are shaking your heads at how I upload loads of pics where I dont look nice at all, doesn’t matter to me na I just put up all of them, hey! friends are supposed to take me for me, for good and for worse )

Back to the story, and to facebook.. these khawateen selected the wrong pic and sent it. Ofcourse it was the wrong pic.. it was the one which got comments from ‘khawateen’ only and really (in the fb album), the one I liked got compliments only from guys. What was that supposed to mean? Pata nai :S

Rejected. Watever. Not that i expected things to happen otherwise. Someone to see my pic and think they want me as a bahoo, biwi, bahbi .. that whole thing doesn’t sound real to me. A pic cannot tell you so much about it. It can’t. When it’s my pic we are talking about, you’ll never even come to guess ‘me’.

Our micro teacher told us to just explain the picture, but he really meant graphs.. you can’t explain pictures… so don’t try. Please.

Point driven home? GOOD!

And the party i went to, was not fun. Bloody cbm, I am just not a wanna be, i cannot fit in.