I understand how scissors can beat paper, and I get how rock can beat scissors, but there’s no fucking way paper can beat rock. Is paper supposed to magically wrap around rock and leave it immobile? Why the hell can’t paper do this to scissors? Screw scissors, why can’t paper do this with people? Why aren’t sheets of college ruled notebook paper constantly suffocating students as they take notes in class? I’ll tell you why, because paper can’t beat anybody. When I play rock paper scissors, I always choose rock. Then when somebody claims to have beaten me with their paper I can punch them in the face with my already clenched fist and say, oh shit, I’m sorry, I thought paper would protect you, you asshole! - Anonymous.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Together we cry ...

Sometimes we are broken and we don't know why.

The discussion took off late evening, when most of the staff and office members were leaving for their homes to have the last meal of the day and get some sleep. The little group of new interns were unstirred talking endlessly about the latest Vouge, the next party and the usual work gossip. Each one of the girls had secrets, bad horrible secrets, unknown that someone out in the dark knew about their doings.

Finally, the security in-charge had to walk up to them and request the girls to exit the building. All five of them left together, then went their separate ways. Some to their own homes. Some to someone else's home.


Sunday, September 19, 2010

Smile... because you can.

Smile... because you're beautiful.

Smile... because everyday you try to be a better person.

Smile... because you have that favrouite pair of shoes.

Smile... because little things make you happy.

Smile... because tomorrow is another day.

I want to drive alone on the highway, not too fast not too slow. I want to sit outside, feel the breeze on my face. I want to do one thing every week that scares me. I want to let all my feelings flow right. I don't want to be afraid of a few things. I want a new crush. I want to see that old crush again. I want to dream and live in fantasy, sometimes. I want to witness a "Once upon a time...". I want chocolates. Lots. I want someone to start a conversation with me. I want to re-live a certain moment again. I want to learn something worthwhile before the end of this year. I want to go there where the sky is clear and all stars visible. I want to waste my Saturday nights.

Also, listen to Careful - Michelle Featherstone

Thursday, September 16, 2010


Eyes met in the avenue
Was it love, she never knew
She kissed, she danced
But in the end, she lay shattered.

She wore something old, something new,
Something borrowed, something blue
Lilies were pink, everyone smiled
But in the end, she lay alone every mile.

A home was created
The garden blossomed
A crystal vase crashed, later mended
But in the end, she lay, heart unattended.

Slowly the friends went, family faded
In oblivion, she still softly cradled
Hardly a smile, hardly a tear
'Cause in the end, she lay in fear.

Eyes had never met, arguments had taken place
Fights built barriers, unknown consequences
She lay still, the air spoke in silence
Left the avenue, the music had stopped ever since.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Thirteen to Nineteen... & it's very many colourful 'sumptuous' layers *slurp*;)

So, it started at the age of Thirteen,
Had a crush on a boy who used to cross my lane.
Fourteen-fifteen also came,
And in sometime, I got over that crush,
'Cause it was so lame.
The first few years were practically the most confusing and crazily whirl-winding years. I was in a new place (again) and the whole make-new-friends-meet-new-people anthem was sung. My father's Posting Aircraft had landed at the most busiest city in the country, Delhi! It was one hell of a place. I loved it, I hated it. And the three years I spent there, so much changed. I did learn a lot in terms of things that cannot be described. Learnt about myself, about randomness and much more. The first teens - 13, 14 & 15. During that time, I dreamed a lot. Really a lot. There used to be constant observing and daydreaming. The funny thing is that that observing from a lil' 15 year old girl's eyes helped me and is still a part of me.

So I went back to my hometown,
Three years had changed it, made it different,
Many people were new too,
And I didn't think, wanted to cherish the old-new all over again.
Can I even get started about sixteen and seventeen. These two years, where I had a different school life, a different family life, everything completely balanced and I did enjoy. I did nothing then, but enjoy whatever life had to offer to me. There were absolutely no complications and no issues with anything. Life was plain, simple and had it's own bright colours. Everything was resolved and just and pretty.

Took a wrong decision,
Got stuck in the same station,
So, now doing nothing,
Probably that is the reason I'm blogging!
My "colourful layered life-cake" is a lil' bittersweet right now. I'm still in my city, in my sophomore year. I guess I was kinda scared or just way too comfortable, in the illusion of a seventeen, that made me stay back here instead of giving a new city a chance or even Delhi, which looks different every few months that it's unrecognizable, mostly. I still have the balance, yet the city has no new challenges. I've seen it all. Nothing more. Hence, I sit here typing, praying for the years to fast forward & a new experience is be waiting. But then again, my "Teen" in a few months is coming to an end. I spent nineteen doing "nothing much", pinches.

tch tch. This was a silly note. Reminiscence. 
All I want is a piece of that CAKE ! and a CHOCOLATE CAKE !