It's been a while since I posted I know. I'm totally sorry for that. But a strange feeling of not really caring about anything has been looming over my head for the past couple of days. The dark cloud has almost gone now (possibly just PMS) and I'm ready to get cretaive again.
Today, as another blast from the past (Sorry but my life has been really boring the past couple of weeks, I have no present day gossip!), I'm going to tell you about my friend Puja.
But first, some exciting news! I have finally decided to get my life in order and apply for a Masters in Fine Arts in Creative Writing. My choices are in the US : Columbia, UMASS, University Of Iowa and Brown. In the UK there's the University Of East Anglia and LSE (I know! I didn't think they offered Creative Writing either!) I'm applying for the September 2005 term, so wish me luck and helpful advice will be much appreciated!
Back to the past. I first met Puja Mukerji in our first year at college. I joined about a week after classes started so everyone already had the basics of their friends and gangs for the next three years. I remember seeing her participate in class, her eyes very bright, her posture excellent and her contributions intellegent and I thought to myself, "I want to be her friend." We were in an all-girls college, so my only option was to scout for girls I thought I could be friendly with. (I was such an appaling snob!) Anyway, I tried my best the next couple of weeks to be friendly with her and finally when I was about to give up on the whole lot of them, when they suddenly decided to take me to their hearts.
The four of us, Little P., Iggy, Puja and me, called each other the 'comfort four'. There were other people we hung out with, sure, but it was in each others company we blossomed, had 'true confession' sessions, had study groups which always ended with vodka and had love. Puja was what bound us together. I never realised that till she died, and slowly I watched my friendships from college disintegrate. Iggy and I, once as thick as theives, had a major fight, from which our friendship never really recovered. Plus she and Little P. were neighbours and they infinitely preferred each others company to mine. The "others" in our extended gang, became "us". Plus they started smoking hash, which I totally couldn't.
Oh reader, don't feel bad for me! I have new friends, and some old ones which I had been sadly neglecting during the reign of the 'comfort four', I have found my soulmate at 22, I have Dee who knows me better than I know myself (but only sometimes). I'm happy. And I'm wiser.
Poo, I miss you though....