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.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Crimson Twenties?

You are wailing as a baby.
You play kindergarten.
You play in mud.
You play.

You grow a little.
You play hopscotch.
You play video games.
You also run around a lot.
You play with innocence.

You grow some more.
You go out. Just hang out.
You get to know things.
You are scared. Then fascinated.
You learn to play again. Only this time you are played with.

Once again you learn things.
Find the best of friends.
You play with drinks and smokes. All kinds of games.
You learn some more.
You play with strangers too.
You play. Feelings and everything.

Then one day your best friend announces she is getting engaged. But she seems happy. She is happy. And one by one all will go. All will get on with life to play different games. And just like that ... Bam!
The playing around is over.

Monday, November 21, 2011


Hey You.

How is life in the parallel universe? They say you are going to excel human intelligence by 2049. Maybe they are right. And then maybe one day you might turn against us like they show in the sci-fi movies. But they also show that the human wins in the end. The human messes things up; but sorts it out too. Hey, don't get all upset because that's what they say in movies and movies are a lie. There are no happy endings; only bittersweet beginnings and you can try to make the most of it.

Besides, I am writing to you not about whether we will face-off or not. I am writing to you to tell you not to create emotions. Stick to intelligence. Because emotions make you weak. Emotions make you want to care when you shouldn't. Emotions create this temporary madness and how much ever you try not to get trapped; it traps you. Emotions also make you pick up that dreaded piece of white stick that spirals around and hangs like a mist; leaving you at ease but secretly suffocating you.

Anyhow, I will be in my seventies when you will excel our intelligence quotient. Or, maybe not. Life does not come with warranties and living till seventy does not leave you being 'forever young'. So I might be a wandering soul travelling endlessly. And I might also happen to cross paths with you then. But you won't be able to feel me around because emotions though cruel are the reason for connections. Emotions make you smile too. Emotions give a certain kind of warmth that floods your body with peace. They create something humans call love.

Hey, don't you see? My emotions are playing tricks with your head to feel. Don't. It's a trap.


Friday, November 11, 2011

Epic Wishes

It was the hour of dusk when I had the thought of you. I think a waft of air had carried with it that chocolate scent you always wear. Yes, that might have triggered the adrenaline rush I get when I see you. And I wanted you. I had to have you. 

Before I had a chance to make up my mind the dinner was laid. You cannot say no to a good dinner. A good dinner with its delectable white chicken and flavoursome savory. Good things come to an end; likewise good dinners also reach its end. I had been thinking of you all the time. I had to have you and the car keys weren't so far.

The drive seemed longer than usual. However, prettier than usual. The empty roads with flickering street lights silhouetted the night walkers. Some with fingers entwined; some nudging with shoulders while some strolling along the path not wanting to be seen. I passed houses after houses and yours didn't seem to be lit. A gigantic lock enclosed the bolts of the gate. I drove myself to the Old-Hut and when I asked about you they said you don't reside here anymore. My heart sank into a bottomless pit. I figured it was time to go back home. A home without you. 

Instead I drove to places where I thought I'd find you. I rolled the window down and felt the wintry chill in the air. Winters would be upon us soon and I knew I would not get to see you much. Winters has always unknowingly conjured up a wall between us. Sometimes miracles let us meet, let you be felt by me; and the sensation would send an icy chill down my spine. And miracles are miracles. Yet I would never be the one to leave you, because its you who always decides its over. And I? I play along.

The night walkers were disappearing, the shops were closing. And when all hope was lost. I saw you. There you were in the dingy corner below a Jasmine tree with the red-white hearts logo waving in the air. And at last I got my long awaited cone of chocolate cornetto.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

A Lack of Colour

She has the sparkle in her eyes and a smile on her lips. Being with her makes you feel relieved of the curses of life. Her presence alone makes you forget the everyday qualms. Never have you seen her cry. Never have you seen her weep. Always a smile; always a laugh; never even a sigh.

You tell her you want her, she says no. You hold her hand, she pulls it away. You wonder what her problem is. You envy that smile. You feel she is just not that into you. You feel someone like her deserves a different destiny. You stay annoyed. You throw things in the room. You forget. You move on.

The crowd has gone. She is alone. Not lonely. Maybe only alone. She removes the mask of pretense. Slips into her jammies, plays some music, puts the lights off and lays down. She thinks about you. She remembers how you make her laugh. She replays the moment when you had held her hand. Her eyes sparkle at the constant thoughts of you. She smiles. She tosses around, stares at the phone, writes a long text and then deletes it. A tear rolls down. She had pulled her hand away.

Because in her world... it is not meant to happen.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Hello October, Be Nice.

^that was how the post was meant to start. A plea to October to be nice. And it was. If we don't count that my computer and my adorable internet have decided Not to work.

Be nice because September was finally awake and crazy.
Be nice because I feel wild and impulsive.
Be nice because ... well. no point continuing. See you in November. Hoping everything will work by then. :o

Saturday, September 10, 2011

I know that I know nothing.

♫♪On empty days when the white blank pages stare at your fractured life wondering who'd kill you now? You send the messenger marchin on to the end before the worst is gone forever. Heaven knows I am miserable now, sleep talkin' in the beautiful world asking the lucky man to marry the night because the burning in the skies is young forever and I can't hear the music anymore. Between the limes I sit praying to the B boy baby to teach me how to love while he adds, "talking to the moon won't help and someday you will be loved." You're still here... all your life..? ♫♪

^Wondering why the above does not make any sense? I'd have been surprised if it did. One of the many things about being home alone and bored at 3 am on a Friday night does is make one delusional. What has been written are titles of all the songs in my current playlist grouped by our very own conjunctions and pronouns and well basic English skills we all posses. To an extent.

So yeah. Its not a find-the-songs game; but if you do guess all I will, against all my life-rules, Marry you.

"I know that I know nothing." - Dude Socrates. 

Sunday, August 28, 2011

The L(eh)ittle Things


  • Best possible view of the Pagong Tso. Ah. yes. The 3-idiots lake. However, that was about the most boring lake-location when compared to all the rest of the super areas. Just keep driving (biking) ahead on the route. Unfortunately, the day I went there was no sun so lost on the colours.
  • The milestones on the roads with the most quirky and amusing lines were a laughter riot. There were things like "Peep peep don't sleep", "Don't gossip. Let him drive", "Feel my curves, don't test them". And I don't remember anymore. But you get the hint. right.
  • Lady selling the yummiest and the juiciest of apricots that dripped with every bite. So. Put the whole fruit inside your mouth and look like a monkey. That's the fun.
  • Double Humped Camels! Nubra valley. It had sand dunes, flowing river, mountains with snow on them, trees-grass in the valley and civilization. So yeah. It's your elementary five elements of earth put all together at one setting like I was in a movie. Only in India:)
  • That's Egypt-like nature setting in Ladhak.
  • That's Amazon-like nature setting in Ladhak. [the terrains would change every few kilometers]
  • Those we know are those rotating by hand religious Buddhism things. Yeah. I don't know what they are called but quite fun.
  • Not beavers. I am guessing they are of the same species. I mean they look like them. However, they are called Marmots. Cute little fat things. Finished a whole biscuit packet, they did. Very friendly. Just like the people over there. Ladhak has got the best people of the world. Period.
So those are almost all the little things that have made Leh end up in my best place to visit (in the world).No list. It is the best. I am gonna go again few years down the line. Biking I wish. But it'll be driving down. Oh, and I am not a nature lover. I pretty much ignore it. BUTT. if this place took me by wind, It. Must. Be. Something.

Advice - while road travelling in Leh, don't take a pill and get lost in sleep. Because Ladhak is not about the monasteries or the lakes; it is about the journey. No picture will be able to capture a sight as good as your eyes.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Absurd Equations.

Is she Alive? : Yes.

Where is she? : Here. Around.

What is she doing? : Reading.

What else? : Reading phase. Won't stop.

Why? : Once in the reading phase the subject does not belong to the real world. Turns hostile if interrupted.

How to put a stop? : Circumstances. Such as the undone packing. Messy room. Screaming mom.

Packing? : Travelling again. Up north.

What next? : Just said.

What next? What about the assignments? _____/\_/\____/\______/\_/\____/\__
The competitive exams coming?__/\_/\____/\____/\_/\____/\____/\_/\____/\__
The books for the exams. The studies?__/\_/\____/\__-_____________________ beep.

Error. The system has not recovered from a serious error. Some or all data has been lost.

"Salander suspected that, technically, reports like these were not allowed to leave police headquarters. It proved once again the theory that no security system is a match for a stupid employee."
Laughed All Day Long. ^

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Happy Thoughts♫♪

1. Had a wonderful Holiday.

2. Got lost in Rome. Literally. And I've seen Taken. Luckily I found my way back home without an address or phone number. Just on "pure observation of streets" and some photos that were clicked. Really. LUCK.

3. Went for my first rock concert. Even if the bands were danish they had rock and music in them. yay.

4. Final year in college. Still have absolutely no clue about the future. That is happy? No. Then Blissfully unaware of future.

5. Though I did get my first pay-check To make it sound cooler I managed the photo-shoot campaign for my Aunt's company. Amateurs. But we got payed. So yay again.

6. Starfish is pretty. Did you know it stings. :/
Not me. someone I am not too fond of. so yay?

7. Abercrombie and fitch flagship store. eeee. Those who know what I am talking about know what I am talking about.

8. Today. I dedicate to all those people who make me laugh. Thank you.

And so it happens Today is also a *ONE year old* for the erm.. baby blog (?) write a life song. Happy thoughts forever to everyone all around. The surprising factor is I actually committed to something for so long. Yeah so... Yay to that too !


Sunday, June 5, 2011

Taste like rock n' roll

Cause June doesn't deserve to be left empty (even when it won't make sense) :|

Going some place for a month.
Away from the sodding heat.
(British sitcoms do ^that)
And when you read what you've written you feel like the lamest person alive.

The irony of life is when you are home alone the only movies that come on tv are the horror ones.
Another irony is at that time a dust-storm starts and the electricity decides to take a midnight break.
The boring part is being a Jedi you are not so frightened of things as such and would rather sleep.

Being home alone for this long is not good.
Especially when all friends are out of town.
It's lucky I leave tomorrow.

Also, long back I had mentioned my horoscope stated I'll hit a fortune$$. Guess what. I did.
Only it was a FortuneR. So yeah. I ran.

Summer Advice: "Remember kids, if a stranger offers you drugs... say thank you, because drugs are expensive."

That's all until July. err.. have fun?

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Among other things.

She is my very good friend. I have once crashed her car. We spent a day getting it repaired. Without insurance. She was supposed to be grounded.

She has finally arrived after the 5 minutes of half-hour.
She is passing the gates. Stops. Yells at some school boys. Walks briskly.

Me: Why did you just scream bloody murder on those innocent kids?
She (angrily): That freak had the guts to pass a comment. 'Nice ass'. Ass his face!
Me: Oh. yeah. alright. justified.

She sits. She smirks. She says, "It is nice, right." And there it is... the satisfied smile of the day.

Life as we know it.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Hello, May.

May I pass my disastrous economics paper.
May I pass all my papers.
May I find my lost phone. (on silent. now off. somewhere in the house.)
May you not laugh at my indifference.
May 'I sit on my star and see street lights.'
May my mother let me buy the six grand worth wedges. (Totally worth it.)
May I stop being so superficial.

May we all be Phoebes and Joeys.
May you get hugs. Free hugs. I love hugs.
May all my friends agree that I kick-ass when it comes to bowling.
May tomorrow's lunch be pizzas.
(It's 3:27am) May I get some sleep.
May I not fall asleep writing the literature (yawnn) exam tomorrow. (err. today?)
May (I'm sure) you yawn when I type yawn. zzz

May you believe me that the above was not at all an attempt to write poetry.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Travel without a map...

Travel plans are in full swing. With a map. I just like the idea of travelling without one. Seems poetic. To me.

exams. -_-

buzz kill/

I am in the middle of my heated end of year examinations and like every other awesome being my day dreams about the vacations are never-ending... to-do-lists are being prepared on the last page of the notebooks... thoughts of buying a Polaroid camera are trying to get hold of my little wallet... and songs, travel songs.

*Ooooo* June is going to be all about here and there and everywhere. I am not supposed to be excited. Plans tend to get jinxed by the hysterical enthusiasm I show. The big Universe begins to scheme how best to ruin the "fun". Call me over-dramatic but it's the truth. Sacch.

Though travelling has been a part of my growing up. North. East. West. South. India. Been there all. hmm. I guess I missed the Central. However, this is the first time my vacation includes going out of the hometown instead of the good ol' visiting hometown in breaks. Yes. Finally. A Holiday.

err. mother's yelling. stacks of notes await my dreamy eyes. Oh and, yayie yayie yayie.

P.S.: I have logged in after it almost feels like a month and I see some new faces. You did make me smile. The big wall-E grin. :D

Thursday, April 14, 2011

it's that time of the year again.


Start tomorrow.

Oh lord. Almighty(?) I need some more time. Just a little more time. I know I am being punished for not keeping faith in you and your much talked about 'collateral damage' powers however, if... when I wake up tomorrow and 15 April 2011 becomes 02 April 2011; I'll be your slave, your servant for eternity.

blah. I've never got so much as a chocolate wishing on a shooting star my hopes are a big fat 0 ...

The Chinese Torture will last till 10 May. Until then life is like a hurricane here in Duckburg. Race cars, lasers, aeroplanes - it's a duck blur. You might solve a mystery or rewrite history. Duck Tales, oo-oo Duck Tales!

Yea. Every time I pick up the notes to "study" my head starts playing the theme songs of childhood cartoons. It is quite a feat to still remember them all. No wonder my brain's memory card is full.


Thursday, April 7, 2011

The corrupt deserve to die

...not the innocent.

Another earthquake jolts Japan. No major damages.
However, ever since the 11 March disaster on Japan the cheapest flight ticket out of the country is worth Two Lakh for the MNC's to get their employees back home. Had it been the Japan Airways the high prices might have been understandable. But they are none other than the cold-hearted corrupt "humans" of the world.

P.S.: Fighting for the Lokpal bill? My granny says seeing India unite like this vaguely reminds her of the fight against Independence. Vaguely; she was just a kid then.

"Corruption will be out one day, however much one may try to conceal it: the public can as its right and duty, in every case of justfiable suspicion, call its servants to strict account, dismiss them, sue them in a law court, or appoint an arbitrator or inspector to scrutinize their conduct, as it likes." - Gandhi (1926)

Monday, April 4, 2011

We Karaoke.

I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly.

I'm crying.

Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.
Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday.
Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob.

Mister City Policeman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row.
See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky, see how they run.
I'm crying, I'm crying.
I'm crying, I'm crying.

Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog's eye.
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess,
Boy, you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob.

Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun.
If the sun don't come, you get a tan
From standing in the English rain.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob.

Expert textpert choking smokers,
Don't you thing the joker laughs at you?
See how they smile like pigs in a sty,
See how they snied.
I'm crying.

Semolina pilchard, climbing up the Eiffel Tower.
Elementary penguin singing Hari Krishna.
Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob.
Goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob g'goo

Monday, March 28, 2011


You know, when sometimes; always you are late in your submissions but you do end up completing the work and finally feel free. Yea, it's good.
And then the teacher says no to you and refuses to mark it. Sigh, it is just sad.

That's pretty much all.

And oh, this... the text works by the way. Just had Indian Rupee ₹447.5 deducted. Never try things randomly without verifying. No regrets though. It is just one outing sacrificed. Not much.

Enough said.

Friday, March 11, 2011

Thou shall not talk shit.

Wake up.
Actually wake up.
Luxury bath.
Soaking in the sun.
Throw it in trash.
Getting out.
Having some more coffee.
Back home.

FML... It's the holidays where others are all busy. Will/Shall write soon. Soon as I bust an evil plot of conquering the world. woohoo. :/


stay weird.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Truer than true

^Title's philosophical on so many levels. I just zoned out.^

Only if writing what you feel had been as easy as the Real Writers make it look, my blog would have been a wonderful place. But it isn't. Some come close to the miracle, however, do we really know how much of it is true. Here I sit with Limca filled in a champaign glass staring at the blank screen with thoughts unknown. With little things that don't matter. With conflicting ideas of my own.

About the particular champaign glass? I like the glass. Yes. I can be weird. [please don't un-follow me] Why can I never spell 'weird' right, ever! *bows to spell-check* the i and e.

Distraction is my forte. We might not be good at writing. Our writing might be as insignificant as our petty life in front of an alien attack on this planet. But it is important that we do it. Because sometimes, something as simple as an "I ate chocolate" might make you realize you need to treat yourself to some delicious dark chocolate too and on your way to buy that delight you might happen to meet some dear old friends your uselessly busy mind had forgotten about.

Once you have had the it's-been-long-time-chat, you continue to go on your way to buy chocolate from your favrioute store. There is always one store that is colourful and chocolaty in it's own way. And, while you are buying the sweets you might happen to bump into a green-eyed guy who would smile and make your day.

See? There is a chain. Read a status-update. Go buy chocolate. Come back home with a new crush in your dreamy head.

It is not just this. Many a times what tends to "inspire" me are not the commercialized articles but the simple statements you make or write in your cherished posts, sometimes comments. Even what you comment for others sometimes is what you are trying to tell yourself for so long. *Carpe diem* to me and you.

Also, you might want to know that the Limca and the old friends and the green-eyed guy are fictitious and a result of a dream in the first-ever afternoon nap. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental or intentional. I wouldn't know. It was a dream.

I'm not saying I'm a real writer but then again who needs one.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Colour me cliche`

"RE-BLOG if you always think about everything what could go wrong instead of everything what could go right."

Because I like ^ the song ^ for some reason.

Because I too love chocolates. Dark chocolates. Without any nuts in them.

Because I've an obsessive crush on Jared Leto 

I found my old tumblr account. It's lame and stupid and I'm not sharing it.

Also, did you know that Coca-Cola was originally green !

Do you believe in the art of astrology-thingy? Because if it's true I'll hit Fortune $$.

The cliche` "love at first sight" is supposed to be applicable only to men. [get.Jared-Leto.to.see.me]

Hello March.

When you take chances, miracles happen. No, I've never tried it yet.

hahahaahaha ..7KhoonMaaf was amazing. Guys are scared now. And I feel Dexter-ed ;)

Random ramblings make me sleepy. Need coffee.


Monday, February 28, 2011

The Strange Indian Mentality

Today, driving my small little white box (otherwise known as Maruti800) at the monotonous speed of 40km/hour, the mind also in a sleepy haze; I came upon the notice of things everyone does every time that are as unimportant and uninteresting as the phone I never attend.

We Indians have a knack of breaking the traffic-signal, overtaking from the wrong side, never requiring the amazing invention of the green indicators and so on. While this may not entirely hold true of the big metropolitans with their mostly alert and scary Traffic Police and the sneaky Interceptors, the rest of the country's small cities often face the wrath of two-wheelers and four-wheelers, also three-wheelers with their impaled direction-sense.

Now to the point:

They bought a new car: OoooH, It's a NEW car. It needs to be ridden of the devils it possesses with a special pooja. Also, do not remove the seat plastic covers, the car will get dusty. It doesn't matter just how hot and sticky it is... the plastic Remains.

Traffic Jam: What. The road's blocked. Nobody can steer anywhere and the pace is dead slow. Well, that's okay but I'll HONK. I know that the ten cars ahead of me are just as stuck but I want to honk. When I keep on honking again and again and again, I don't know how it would help...but I just want to Honk.

Scratch: A small accident in the middle of the road. Nobody's hurt. No damage that'll hurt the car/bike's "feelings". BUT I'll get out and fight. It's the peak rush hour. I'll stand in the middle of the traffic and not bother about the ambulance being delayed. I just want to fight for that scratch !

Kings & Queens: They are everywhere. Quite and serene. Walking at a gradual pace, leaving their foot-prints everywhere. They can stand still. Chat in the middle of the road. Or just ponder and procrastinate. And we'll all happily oblige to help in their everlasting comfort. The Cows.

And the scariest and the most petrifying element on the Indian roads breaking all state barriers literally are the one and only Indian. Bus. Drivers. ... *crescendo*

And in all this mayhem and pandemonium somewhere is "I" at a glacial pace, who somehow miraculously manages to reach back home safe and sound. :)

Yet, we love it here.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Cuddle weather... Not!

Today. Evening. Raining.


Hail Stormmmmmmmmm !!!!!!!

*Picks a few of them. Feel like little stones.*

By the innocent excitement and the much obvious exclamations, you must have figured I've never seen a Hail Storm before. Well, only 'hail' as the storm part does not quite fit the ten minutes pitter-patter.

Being out there for those few moments [in the porch], a strange yearning to dance in the rain caught hold of me. Now, dancing in the rain is a phenomenon everybody is accustomed to. And, we all also are aware of the fact of never stepping out when the sky is "throwing stones" on the said dance-floor. However, the fact that sometimes, mostly, I act on impulse... is not a good thing.

Those Ice Stones HIT Your Head Bad !

Enough Said. :|

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Embrace Awkward.

Unfinished assignments lying everywhere. Tapping my foot on the beat of the song playing on the stereo. It went something like "dil mein baji guitar lah lah lah blah blah blah!" It was yesterday evening and I was clearly bored.

*ding* oooh text message. something to do.

It was a long-time-no-see-school-friend:

School-Friend: Hey. hw r u? been ages. wt's hapnin in life!

Me: heyey.. I know..been long... just college and submissions and the usual .. You say?

School-Friend: K


K? K what? The letter between J and L. Did you know that in JK, K stands for kidding. So is your reply "Kidding"? Or K as in potassium? Do you need some Special K in breakfast? K as in I can K/O you. Can I knock you out and feed you to sharks? Sharks has K in it. :| -- Anonymous.

Very much awkward. The thing is that I've way too many awkward moments. I like to believe everyone does too.
How awkward are B'days. When people are clapping & singing "Happy Birthday" to you and you're sitting like a dumb-fuck wondering what to do with your hands. And the Happy-birthday-to-yous are long, what with the zoo animals and the many boyfriends and dwarfs.

Have you had any of those awkward moments when ...

You start telling a story and realize no one's listening, so you kinda stop and pretend like you never said anything.

You lose your mum in a store and walk around like an idiot trying to find her.

You call your Principal (while talking to a teacher) Mrs. Rakhi Sawant instead of Mrs. Rakhi what-ever's-the-name. [this wasn't me]

You say "what come again", even after the person has repeated themselves 3 times, and then you pretend like you got it.

You wave back and you realize they weren't waving at you.

You say something that you really shouldn't have.

You want to buy something; show excitement, check the price, sadly keep it back ... And avoid the eye of the sales person who was looming over your head.

You make a joke and nobody gets it.

You are told to go Left and you go Right.

And the worst. We can have the drum-rolls for this one... When you're a girl and mistakenly walk into a the guy's washroom and they are taking a pee.

I would have been ready to sell my soul to the Devil... just to disappear and never have existed.

As a matter of fact, the spelling of awkward itself is very awkward. Had there not been a spell-check, this post would have read "Embrace akward"

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Confessions of a clueless mind.

Veronica: What a boring two days...
Betty: Wait till I update it in my blog, it's gonna sound way more awesome!


My granny has a family astrologer who every once-in-a-while pays every extended family member a "visit-$".
So, there he was chatting with my parents (my mother tapping her foot restlessly), holding some old, long off-white sheets of paper. They were horoscopes :D
It does not make a difference of how big a non-believer I am, it got me excited. Fascinated as I stay with small little things, I told Mum even I want mine "old, long off-white sheet of paper-horoscope" read out.
Mine was a long sheet written in Sanskrit and Hindi, two boxes with a lot of numbers and a weird drawing around it. [Gave-up. It had math.]
Anyhow, he looked at it for a while, stated that it wasn't a complete horoscope and that I should in future get a whole "six pages something" made. Now-a-days, it's made online. (So, the machines had taken over them too)
He told me I'll study A LOT, which was a major disappointment as I hate that part of the mind-boggling life. Damn.
On asking what I might be pursuing as a career (with so much studying :P) he was clueless [wtf?! :|]. He could not see anything. Now in times like these we drop the f-bomb, however, the fact that I'll study wayyy too much and not get anything out of it is well..erm... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaH
HOW does he expect me TO LIVE!
Study = Earnings = Retail Therapy and Shoes = Oxygen

Blah. That was my utterly wasted and disheartening Sunday.


Aim: To attend All the lectures in the day.

Lecture I -- Eco-stats
Numbers and ∑'s jumping & dancing.
"Everyone pay attention, here!" Ooooh, a sparrow by the window sill.

Lecture II -- Advertising 
"I want your assignments."
erm. well. black-out.
"No assignments. No attendance."

Lecture III -- English Lit.
Something was being said about the influences of Wordsworth and Shakespeare.
Wordsworth lost control of his rocket. He's panicking. He thinks of daffodils and nature. Meanwhile, Shakespeare is riding a meteor. His big belly (beer belly?), making him look like humpty-dumpty.
Hmm, it looked a lot more funnier in my head.

With the strangest subject combination on Planet Earth that only sound cooler when told, but in reality are aimless leading to jobless leading to an Apocalypse.

Hence, the Confessions of a clueless mind, the Astrologer now making it official.
*A long and heavy Sigh*

Saturday, January 29, 2011

And the song ended...

You are silent. Your body lifeless. You try to move, in-vain. Bodies crowd around you. There is commotion. There is a scream. There is a flash of bright light. There is nothing. Must have been quite a fall.

Death is scary. Especially when you're only nineteen and having a ball in your freshman year.

He was only nineteen. Our blood relation was complex; him being my Uncle (mamosa) even when he was a year younger to me. He fell from the top floor of a mall. A tragic accident. A ruthless sabotage by God. It's been almost a week since it happened. Just like that.

I hardly knew him, having met him only a couple of times. I know, when someone dies people only have good to say even when they don't mean it. But him... he was one of the sweetest boy, very shy at first. And once you got to know him, I'm sure he did all the craziness and madness a kid does. That is what he was, an innocent kid. Just an innocent and harmless kid. The best are always taken too soon.

I've not really cried about it or grieved for that matter. I'm not even in a state of shock. I feel numb, that is all... a numbing feeling that won't go. It is there, inside my chest like a tight knot. Just won't go. Is it sadness... I don't know.

All I know is that one day your life will flash before your eyes. So make sure it's worth watching...

Friday, January 21, 2011

Nothing Personal.

I'm in the Blow Kisses not Smoke team.

I wish there was a land of make believe. But then again, books have pretty much achieved that.

I like Italian. I'm too lazy to learn it.

I heard someone say, "I feel bad for the girls that have never gotten their hearts broken. They're fucked when it happens."
err... really? *laughs* *dreads* erm.. "like whatever".

Recently I also found out my friend's Guy is cheating on her. Why am I not surprised? And then they ask me why I don't let my guard down. Hellooo!

I've 5680 and 4230 texts in my Inbox and Sent. Every time I try deleting them my phone stops working. I'm stuck. :|

I want to watch that animated movie Tangled. Kill me.

Shoes make me happy. I'm superficial. They also make me go broke.

Just saying.

Disclaimer:: This post is the after effect of being a part of a self-absorbed quiz, which also led to my reading all of the other past notes of "A-Z about yourself ." 

Monday, January 10, 2011

On a journey to read the never seen India...

   Once again I'm in my Reading-phase. I can go about reading as many novels and magazines as possible and never tire. It is an on and off phase of life, arriving and departing as it feels. And it also comes under my top favarouite phases next to going wild-once-in-a-while [Yes. I've a whole list.]

Presently, I'm reading the world renowned novel Shantaram. Finally. After ages of wait-list in the library queue, I, my name got hold of the book (limited pocket money - cannot buy). I've only about read the first few pages yet and am a little... very taken aback by the India being presented in the book. The slum and down trodden part of this country has many a times appeared on the front pages of the newspaper, merely glimpsed while travelling and often heard about from the maids and workers. However, it never occurred to me that it really existed... you know.

Reading it from a personal first person view has always been like "being there while it's happening". I do not know whether to thank God for my fabulous life or laugh at my obscurity of the limited knowledge I happen to posses. All the while procrastinating; whining and complaining about the hang-outs, the you-don't-gimme-enough-pocket-money, the crying about boredom in life of facebook - it never once occurred to me how very insignificant it all is. This little bubble of Me-Land I've going about for myself where the world revolves around me. Not!
I know, this coming from a girl whose Study closet is stuffed with boxes & boxes of shoes instead of the "very important" still-not-bought course books... sigh

Just the first few pages of the book has made a crazy impact on me, I wonder what might happen once I'm done reading... living the last page. Now my curiosity is killing me. Want to know. What happens. Next.

Crazy Note:: I need my characters imagined just right while reading. It becomes a movie. So, not knowing how Gregory David Roberts actually looks like, I imagined our sassy&suave Johnny Depp (who was/is supposed to play Shantaram in a movie... heard something like that). And I imagined him as Johnny Depp in The Tourist... after googling GDR, well I might have done better imagining Johnny Depp the Caribbean Pirate.

The novel written so elegantly, a thing of exceptional beauty... hello... is written by a BIKER DUDE ! Awesome... ain't it?!
-- need. to. stop. going. on. appearances. --

[Should have thought of it. I mean with all the prison break, mafia, bollywood, life-struggle... hmm]
Must. Read.

"Luck is what happens to you when fate gets tired of waiting.”