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.

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.”