I am Vikram Khare. 23 years old, working, and living with my family. I am an ordinary guy insofar as I need and have friends, have ambitions, and try to live life happily. I think I am different from a lot of people because I get let down often since I always find people who are not like me. Of course, I understand that no two people think alike and the differences are bound to be there but I get misunderstood or not understood at all quite often.
Maybe my thoughts get a little too idealistic at times, but I like things that way. I don’t see why it is necessary to be crooked to handle the world around me. I am sure there must be some way I can remain honest and truthful in future just the way I have been in the last 23 years.
No, I am not always like this. I am like any other guy who believes in keeping things simple, does not understand a woman’s mind, and thinks that alcohol isn’t all about getting drunk.
I don’t have many friends but the ones I do have are all good and close. I have been collecting them from school onwards. Guys from my basketball team in school, girls whom I found cute in the initial days of college, and a few people from here and there. They’re all people who make me happy every time I see them and that’s more than good enough for me. We’re a bunch of crazy idiots at times, and sensible grown-ups meeting life every day at others.
You must be wondering why I am telling you all this. Actually, my ex used to write a journal and I always wondered what the deal was about that. Now that we’re not together any more, I thought I should give it a try. But since this is a blog and maybe some people will read this, I thought I’ll write a little something about myself first. It’s turning out to be fine so far.
She was a nice girl, you know. We were together for almost a year. But I don’t know what went wrong. She said to me that she cannot understand me. But I thought I’m a simple guy who doesn’t think too much. Oh! Is that why I never understood her (as she says)? But I did understand her. She loved me, she cared for me, she understood ME, gave me a lot of space but was always there for me too. She wasn’t too needy, was always (almost) composed, and just a sweetheart. I thought I could spend the rest of my life with her. But maybe things weren’t meant to be. I miss her. She looked cute when she smiled.
Anyway! I love driving my other and only sweetheart a lot. My lovely, black bike. She and I have been together for a longer time – 4 years. And she is cute too. No, she’s hot! She helps me fly!
Hmmm…this writing business is making me philosophical. It’s not bad but what’s the need for it? People say it might let your creativity flow. Isn’t my creativity visible in my dirty jokes? Some say that you feel lighter after writing. Dammit, I am talking to a computer screen. This is heavy stuff!
But nobody had asked me to write. I chose to try it myself. Hehe… Yeah I know it’s lame.
I don’t think I can do this every night. I’d rather sleep for an extra 15-20 minutes.