I thinked and thunked all day long...

Just right.

2012-02-15T22:54:00.000-08:00

People really don’t get the urgency involved in drinking a cup of coffee. Like all the great things in life a cup of coffee can only be enjoyed completely for a couple of minutes between the times when it’s too hot to drink and too cold and all you can do then is put it away.

Whenever I see those douche-y people in café’s sitting with their cappuccinos for hours together all I can think is: What is WRONG with them?!

I know your coffee sucks and I also know that you probably are pretending to read your PPTs that you would normally not even gaze at, but one thing is…you still manage to put up an effort! On the rare occasion that I actually go to a coffee shop, this is what I do… Find a seat, look the menu, place an order, drink my cappuccino and have a chocolate croissant, ask for the check, pay and leave; I finish all that in about 15 minutes max.

A coffee shop is the worst place to sit and have a conversation! How in the world are you supposed to enjoy your perfect temperature space if you also have to manage to look good, act busy and hold a totally unimportant conversation at the same time?! A pub on the other hand… Yeah makes sense. Your beer is cold… your chips aren’t gonna change any time soon and well… you don’t have to talk much or have a lull in the conversation as there’s always music loud enough to drown your thoughts (and if you do burp the guy will probably not even hear you!)

I guess this is also the reason why I don’t get asked out as much as I used to. Damn me!

Lyrics to a song that does not exist...

2012-01-15T23:41:00.000-08:00

There was a time when I used to think

That this is not it and times will change

But now that everything is different

I look back and reach out to the past

Honey you’re the one I want to be around

When things are not so right

I want to know that things will be fine

And you will help me stand tall

All that is left now is a picture of us

And your eyes speak to me

Sparkling and flashing under a heavy mask

Saying words meant only for us.

I wish I was sixteen again

Feeling the warmth of your hand in mine

As we strolled down the road

Leaving the world standing apart

We fought them off with our laughter

I bet if you were here we could beat them again

But now all I can do is wait tolerantly

As they play their silly games

When the circus closes for the night

I will come and join you in my dreams

And we will live those days again

Letting our chains drop deprived of a clatter.

Sometimes nothing needs to be said...

2012-01-13T23:37:00.000-08:00

There is something sublimely interesting in being stuck inside a house for twenty one days. Your friends forget you exist, your family starts to question your every decision and your lover is just happy that you are dependent on him or her.

Well I did have all that… I just decided to give it up and make something of myself.

The date was the twenty first of November, and it was quite ordinary, woke up at ten and had a bowl of cold milk and cornflakes, fed my cat and sat down to watch TV till my consciousness slipped past my very being and would be lost forever in the mystic unknown. I woke up from my comatose state sometime in the afternoon and I proceeded to make lunch.

TRING!

“Hey mom…”

“You’ve been sitting your ass at home for twenty days now… don’t you think you gotta find a job or something?!”

“Hmmm… yeah.”

“Why don’t you come back home? There’s this friend of mine who says you are perfect for this one job… something about clients abroad.”

“Hmmm…”

“Did you have something to eat? How’s purple?”

“She’s fine. She scratches.”

“Okay… I think you should come back home though… it isn’t healthy sitting at home like that for so long.”

“I don’t want to come back home. I’m busy I’ll talk to you later.”

*Click.

*sigh…

I don’t really know what made me do what I did at that point; as I picked up the phone and dialed his number I’m sure there was some part of my brain that was scorning and shaking its head in disapproval.

*ring ring...

“Hey… you wanna come over?”

“Give me twenty minutes.”

I looked around and the place was a mess. Guess I do have to clean it up a bit.

My boyfriend was at work anyway… it’s been five very long days; what he doesn’t know shall not hurt him right?

Not a word had to be said when he was standing there in front of my door and walked in as he had done about twenty times before. I had reached my limit and I needed someone to cure me.

Maybe you need to know something about him… he was 6’2’’, married, well built, broad chested and had the cutest smile…

There was a lot of pushing and pulling that day. I had to use all of my stagnant energy somehow.

Later that evening we sat on the terrace lighting a smoke it was nearly time for him to leave. He held my hand for a minute in between smokes and not a word was said for a while. It was alright though… nothing really mattered when we were together.

“Do you want to take a trip?” This was the first time he suggested us doing anything that did not involve four walls and that was all I needed to let everything I held dear go.

He just kept looking at me… no expression on his face.

I went down to pack my bag.

A 'Where is my life going?' rant.

2012-01-11T21:36:00.000-08:00

If I am who I think I am then why is every version of me so twisted?

I cannot help but see the wrong in me no matter which side I turn. Yesterday night in a dream I watched myself burn while my mother stood outside screaming out my name, there was nothing I could do to stop me from dying though I knew it was all in my head and I woke up this morning trying to find something to do other than stare at an empty screen searching for words that do not belong, there must something more to my life than this hollowness.

As I write I can feel every word trying to search for answers to questions that do not exist while my own consciousness awakes without a sound to reach for an incontestable solution to this madness. Maybe I am doomed to survive by the hour without any plans for the next but what would be a blessing to most turns out to be a disease without any cure for me. Do most people have set paraphernalia to deal with situations that involve acute boredom and redundancy? I do not know.

Maybe I can use this time to figure my life out... but then again what do I fight for?

Some fight for peace, some for their beliefs while others, mostly mediocre, fight for approval. What is my cause?

I need a walk. The park is just a street away from my place. I’ve passed by it a few times never really been into the place. Maybe I will make the odd exception today.

Day 14- 5 Things you would change about the Beatles

2011-12-26T07:19:00.000-08:00

More songs by George.

John, George and Brian lived longer.

No Yoko Ono in studio.

No breaking up.

The following picture never happened :

Day 13- Your least favorite Beatles song

2011-12-24T00:48:00.000-08:00

Every choice we make has a consequence and the gravity of the consequence increases with how many people your choices can affect.

The Beatles were more than just a band; they were a philosophy and a way of life for many. Their music, their thoughts and ideas affected people from all over the world. Artists, musicians, philosophers, writers and murderers...

If I have to think of one song that evokes only a sense of dread and evil in me it has to be 'Helter Skelter'. I'm sure Charles Manson would agree. It is positively one of the most dreadful songs ever!

The responsibility was a heavy weight upon the shoulders of four young men, not that they were unaware of it; but one very intense creation resulted in the loss of precious lives...

Helter Skelter.

Day 12- A Beatles song you know all the words to

2011-12-21T10:11:00.000-08:00

What is wrong with blogger? :-/
This 'New Post' thing is all messed up.. I can't see any of the editing options..

Anyway, I guess one beatles song i know all the words to would Hey Jude. :)

Day 11- Favorite Beatles era

2011-12-19T10:26:00.000-08:00

There was something special about the 8th of November 1961, Brain Epstein from NEMS Enterprises began his day with a small spark at the back of his mind and that resulted in booking tickets to watch a band that was asked for twice within a span of two days and all for one record; My bonnie.

Brian had only heard about this band a month ago in a magazine called the Mersey Beat and was curious as to know what made the number 1 Mersey sound. The next day Epstein discovered a raw musical talent that he believed could be the next best sound and that night he made a decision that would change the world of music for a very long time; he decided he would manage The Beatles.

That is not Ringo, it is Best. Ringo joined them on the 16th of August 1962.

The only thought that came to my mind was It HAS to be the Cavern club and Decca auditions. If there ever was one person who changed The Beatles from an amateur teenage band to the international sensation that they later became, it has to be Brain Epstein. This man changed the way they dressed, their hairstyles, their presence on stage and the way they behaved outside... Epstein was a man who molded them with tact and sometimes force to become a group who played music and not tantrums.
The band then was Lennon, McCartney, Harrison and Best. Epstein later made the important decision of replacing Pete Best with Richard Starkey because the producers thought Best "just couldn't keep up". This change made one very strange Best fan headbutt Harrison hard enough to give him a black eye (I'm sure he looked cute even with a black eye!).

Long story short this is what happened: Epstein found The Beatles, changed how they thought about gigs and being a band, made them fight less and concentrate on music more, got them to audition for Decca, Decca dismisses them, The Beatles then get accepted by EMI who later changed their name to Abbey Road Studios and the rest is history.

Day 10- Favorite Beatles outfits

2011-12-18T08:07:00.000-08:00

These :

They don't make such good-looking-well-dressed men anymore :P

Day 09- A Beatles picture makes you angry/sad

2011-12-18T07:46:00.000-08:00

Hello hello! before I go on to show you the photograph I'd just like to say that I traveled by train all the way from Bangalore to Indore and NOW I know where Discovery gets its footage for all the poor people in the mud and cows on train tracks scenes... I always thought they were staged.

Cowboy Rabbi and Polish war immigrant professor.

I don't even know what they were thinking.

Day 08- Favorite Beatles album

2011-12-14T07:11:00.000-08:00

I am not a fan-girl. I do not know all their songs. I do not know all their albums. Bhaiyaa introduced me to the band, and I loved them.. but I have never been obsessed with ANY band. :-/
I am not sure which is my favorite album.. I cannot tell which album has what song without looking in my music folder. But the first album I heard was called 'Love Songs' or 'Love'(i am not very sure), it was a compilation of all their love songs.. So yeah, I guess, that would be my favorite..

And now, the traditional The Beatles picture with every Beatles related post on this blog :

Day 07- A Beatles photo that makes you happy

2011-12-13T04:52:00.000-08:00

In no particular order....

Don't you think they are just adorable!? :P

Day 06- A Beatles song that always cheers you up

2011-12-11T21:35:00.000-08:00

Beatles is a happy happy band, I feel.

1. Here Comes the Sun

2. I want to hold your hand

3. Yellow Submarine

4. Love me Do

Day 05- A Beatles song that makes you cry

2011-12-10T20:44:00.000-08:00

I was up for a while yesterday night going through my painfully obvious "Sad" playlist and as I went through them over and over again looking for a song that struck a chord with me I was surprised to find that nothing spoke to me and it wasn't till just a couple of minutes back that I actually felt something and the song strangely wasn't even a part of the repertoire...

I guess it also has quite a bit to do with how I'm feeling these days... This song hasn't made me cry YET, but I guess we'll leave that for the time when I'm PMS-ing.

Girl - The Beatles.

There are tons of people who look for drug references in this song... I personally don't think this is a happy song and that John meant for the heavy sighing/pot smoking chorus to be something of a meditative state where he reminisces about what the "Girl" did or what she was like.

The Beatles song that never fails to make me cry though is 'While my guitar gently weeps'. But when have I ever given a straight answer to a question?
Here's a link to that!

Day 04- Your favorite Beatles quote

2011-12-09T11:09:00.000-08:00

"All you need is love

..love is all you need."

Day 03 - My Favorite Beatles Movie

2011-12-09T02:29:00.000-08:00

Ringo: The Fire Brigade once got my head out of some railings.
John: Did you want them to?
Ringo: No, I used to leave it there when I wasn't using it for school. You can see a lot of the world from railings.

Enough said.

If you still haven't watched 'HELP!' then here's what you need to know - Ringo receives a fan mail from India and the fan presents him a ring. The ring happens to be a sacrificial one and the guys at the "Kaili temple" in India cannot sacrifice a human till the ring is on the human (Yes... lots of racial stereotypes). When the head priest notices the ring on Ringo's finger while listening to the title song HELP; (Because priests are just cool that way. Deal with it.) then begins a journey "half way around the world" to get the ring back.
With songs from The Beatles popping up at the strangest times, to lines that are so randomly said in a painfully obvious way, to their super awesome homes ( I wish I had a bedroom with fresh lawn).
HELP! is a must watch for anyone with half a sense of humor and for anyone with an understanding of satire.

HELP! 1965 (the full movie) - Here's a link which I'm certain none of you will click so it really won't matter if I write anything here in this really small font size in italics because I'm interesting that way. I can tell you about my cat if you like... she's amazing small and a cute little ball of fur! And I had a cup of coffee in the morning... with a muffin obviously... what's coffee without muffins?

Day 02- Your Favorite Beatles song

2011-12-07T19:37:00.000-08:00

So Lavanya insisted that I make short posts on the 30 Day Beatles thing. I still have sometime before I leave for office..so, here's your post, Lavanya.

Day 2 : Your favorite Beatles song..

There are more than one actually..

Day 01- Your Favorite Beatle

2011-12-07T00:40:00.000-08:00

If there's one thing I'd like to thank my ex for; it's for getting me to love The Beatles!
So I'm sitting the other day online talking to a bunch of people and Lipi asks me why I'm not writing... truth be told...
HUGE writer's block! And then the perfect solution... The next thirty days we are gonna go on a Beatles trip...!
I'll tell you everything I like about them and all my imaginary readers can tell me their favorites!

So Day 1 is going to be about 'MY FAVORITE BEATLE!'

Now any sane person would say that their favorite is Lennon, but what I have going on here is not sane... I am so in love with this man that I dream about him...
Even the worst day of my life (Which happens quite a bit if you are as histrionic as me) is just so much better when I think of him... He makes me smile.

He suited up! :'D
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If there's one thing in the world I love more than Harrison it has to be my love for sitting and thinking about Harrison. <3 <3 <3

*oh yes I'm very girly when it comes to him...

Too bad he's dead.

WANTED: New best friend.

2011-11-30T02:26:00.000-08:00

Its been four months since I last spoke with my ex-best friend and the funniest thing is that I've never felt so crappy in all my life! Nope... not even when about twenty of my closest friends stopped talking to me all at once.
I once read that there are parts of your soul that are lost and on meeting new people you eventually start to put yourself back together in one piece. Some of us are lucky enough to have those pieces intact when our life sets us on us... but this isn't one of those stories.
Our friendship was nothing short of being tempestuous but I never really thought there would come a time when we would no longer be friends. They say ripping a bandage off real quick will make it hurt less?
This wasn't something like it. Slow and excruciating it is!

So here are things, in no particular order, that I maybe shouldn't have done:

1) Called a story that changed her life "lame" when drunk.
2) I dunno how much this affected her but I think it is very important: Cry a lot because I was depressed for a long time.
3) Being depressed for a long time.
4) Begging her to talk to me. (I never did that with anyone else!)
5) Calling a spade a spade! (No one wants to hear the truth.)
6) Talk to one of her close friends when she told me that she doesn't like it if anyone gets close to him.

After all this time these are things that come to my mind when I try and figure out what went wrong. So yes... here are things you need to know about me:

1) When I feel shitty about my life I need a friend who will be supportive and stand by me instead of leaving me for "fun photographs" with your other girlfriends.
2) When you find something wrong with me... come up to me and tell me about it! I'll change if I think it holds good grounds!
3) I am a person who likes to tell things as they are and I value honesty the same way.
4) If you don't want me to talk to someone; don't get that person to my place; to my party and you sit and talk to some other friends of yours leaving that person and me alone. WE WILL TALK!
5) I swear to God if you stop talking to me I will hunt you down and kill you.
6) No cute stuff. I don't EVER want to be referred to as your bff <3 <3 !!! xoxoxo and what not.

Well... after that very interesting bit of truth telling I think I have enabled the forever alone guy lvl 250.

Thank you life!

Abscission...

2011-11-29T09:31:00.000-08:00

Its time again to shed old leaves,

to let a new bud bloom...

Looking back on her life she notices shades of grey,

Something she tried to get rid of

something that wouldn't let go...

Its a brand new day, a new beginning...

Still reminissing about past mistakes,

Still thinking about fresh possibilities she takes a leap,

Hoping for a better start this time over...

Hoping for better life...

Y U NO?!?

2011-11-29T07:47:00.000-08:00

Skye.

2011-11-29T07:19:00.001-08:00

She tentatively lowers her paw

Into the bowl of swaying lights

Little does she know that it’s her kryptonite!

I watch her with paramount satisfaction

As she takes her first dip into ceaseless loathing

I cannot help but laugh at her dilemma

As she looks back at the glass bowl with disdain

Her eye piercing stare brings me back to reality

And I try to comfort her in my embrace

But that is far from what she needs

She leaps like a lioness and goes off stalking another

scintillating object that has captured her desire.

How to finagle boys and regale men

2011-02-28T10:32:00.000-08:00

I should know. Well.. After another one of my creative highs I created YET another blog today.

I really do wish I had a pseudo name right now because I have a very bad feeling that I'm up to no good once again. I started writing (seriously) after about two years and I so pray that I keep this up...

If anyone's still reading this I just want to say sorry to all my friends who I so unceremoniously dumped and stopped speaking to. I was never half as strong as I thought I was and I still cannot take anything even mildly complicated influencing my life.

So many "I"s...

P.S. to people who intend to stay in touch... you know my email id. Do not leave comments here and expect me to read this soon because I am completely a no follow through person.

I still love The Beatles and Coldplay.

And I'm back! (Again.)

2010-11-10T10:21:00.000-08:00

Gosh its been a while now... I know... I'm pathetic! I start off the same way every single time but being as stupid and as forgetful as me you'd know why I don't blog often.

Now just to summarise what happened in the last 8 months:

1) I am officially 18!! B-) (Like you can worship me now, no seriously.)

2) Ummmm.... I'm in my second year of college and things are... OK.

3) I can no longer keep my head straight when I'm typing. It tilts to the right and I absolutely cannot do anything about it.

4) I am just as lame as I was before.

5) I have official (facebook) proof that I am not normal!

Yeah that's about it. So my dear imaginary readers, you shouldn't really miss me too much, I don't exist. Like literally...

Don't tell my farm that though! :O

My little adopted baby will die!!!

It tastes sweet...

2010-03-30T09:41:00.000-07:00

The strangest thing happened today, maybe its just the way I look at things nowadays or maybe the course my life has taken is what it was actually meant to be.

There are times in one's life when we forget all the good that we do and just remember those times when maybe we weren't at our best... such times are so rare that they actually tend to move people like me to tears (not very difficult nowadays, but well.. ).

Today was one such day for me... Staying alone isn't all that easy but feeling helpless about it kinda sucks big time. It is even harder to admit that you have been wrong all along about yourself and how you feel and what you can do.

People around us teach us so many things, living outside the boundaries that you have created for yourself is so darn important that we don't even realise it till we are down in the dumps and someone who has been right beside all along walks up to you and tells you the simplest things about yourself that you so blindly choose to ignore.

Love yourself there is nothing wrong with that... and remember to love yourself 'cause you forget that and you forget to love anyone else.

Thank you Mayank... I cannot say that you have been the easiest guy to deal with but you are a really sweet friend. :)

And to you my love... how can I say that I love you with all my heart when your absence just burns holes into it?

The Vam-Were-Tiger and the evil Space monkey!

2009-11-05T03:32:00.000-08:00

Idiot.: did you ever read my very first story, btw? :P

me: nope

Idiot.: you haven't? :o

well then ..

http://insanity-reloaded.blogspot.com

me: oh...

wow.. (please refer to the blog... Very interesting story!)

Idiot.: :P :P

me: where's the rest of the zoo?

Idiot.: that's it actually :P

me: awwww.... but now that u are grown up... sorta... you could include the rest in a sequel of sorts!

Idiot.: maybe the tigers son could come to take revenge :-?

and the monkey would be a were-monkey :-?

me: ummm.... yeah... or it evolved into a human!

the zoo keeper!!!!!

Idiot.: and the tiger is a vam-tiger?

me: no... l thought the tiger's son was coming?

:-?

Idiot.: yea ..the tigers son is a vam-tiger :-??

me: why???

he's a tiger

:-|

Idiot.: a were-tiger?

me: you wanna make it something its not!?

u wanna make it a fake?!

huh!?!?!

Idiot.: i'm making it!

what it is depends on me

if i say its original

it IS original

me: oh... if u say so...

Do you?

2009-10-31T05:14:00.000-07:00

I promise to be loving and understanding,

to stand by you in all your grand schemes.

I promise to lie to the world when required,

to steal you away from places you don't want to be.

I promise to accept you as you are,

not to complain if things aren't always my way.

I promise to let you watch your sports channels,

to even get you snacks and a beer.

But...

Do you promise to be more tolerant with me?

When I ask you all the questions I'm not supposed to?

Do you promise never to talk about a few forbidden topics?

(You do remember the last time you did it)

Do you promise to take me as I come?

Even if things aren't always how you like them?

Do you promise to watch those movies with me?

No matter how tedious they all might seem...

Well, Do you?

Tagamania - How a tag ruined my dreams...

2009-10-28T02:21:00.000-07:00

I was sitting there quietly minding my own business when Socky popped up out of nowhere... My exact flow of thought could be laid out as 'hmmm... chicken biryani.. oh the taste.. mouth watering taste... the raita and biryaa....

sorcerer: you are royally tagged!!!

GAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!! :O

lavanya: huh?

sorcerer: in my blog.from my blog

lavanya: ooh

sheesh...

So there was something about tagging people and how if you are tagged you ought to say some 10 truths about yourself... blah blah...

I am so brewing plans of sweet revenge Sorcky... you got no idea... B-)

10 Not-so-much-of-rumours about me:-

1) I ate a cockroach because my brother asked me to. NO! I am NOT eating other really disgusting things because any of you really sneaky people might ask me to...

2) I can't eat sweets... I feel like puking if I eat anything sweet... or whole pepper corns... or radish... I absolutely HATE kimchi...

3) I love watching movies so much that at times I start imagining my whole life to be one. I can be over-the-top and dramatic if I wanted to be.

4) I think eating food is tiresome... sometimes.

5) I love mango lassi! ;P

6) I despised my 11th class chemistry teacher so much that I got by my 12th and into college with the sole aim of proving it to her that I could. I used to dream of dressing up as a ninja and kicking her sorry ass...

7) I really can't tolerate people sending me forwards about how I can make my life better by being nice, loving, faithful and what not to people... I don't WANT to be all those! Its not like I can't be. My life is just strikingly beautiful, thank you.

8) I phase out at times and stop right in the middle of a sentence... then continue with something else entirely.

9) Abhi-something I don't like you AT ALL!!! I really don't! Please believe me!

10) I love rainbows!! Anything rainbow-ey... love it! I bought a rainbow afro in Bangalore. I see a rainbow anywhere and that sight just makes my day!!!

So there... Ten useless things about me...

I tag :
Juggie
Sid
Arjun
Faraz
Lipi
Zaid

In a phili mood...

2009-10-24T09:59:00.001-07:00

Well hello... I'm sorry for my prolonged absence from dreamland but reality had a few undone chores for me...

So I was talking to my friend... The one who talks through status messages.. and the day being particularly depressing in most aspects I was a little off colour and decided not to insult him too much...

The conversation went something like this..

The: so

i watched juno

u r juno

lavanya: lol

a non pregnant juno

*what's with the Juno talk already??? :-/*

The: ahan

lavanya: mayank... why do people want to hurt u?

like.., why cant they just be nice?

*Its the greed... everyone's greedy... they all want something and there aren't enough resources... and they are greedy so they hurt others to get what they want...

If there was a man who claimed to be the sweetest... then he's just doing it because he's greedy and wants others to notice him... greed.... greed... its the root of all evils...*

The: cause then all the sharp objects will be useless

nywz

they dont..they r just out to do what they thnk is right

sometimes their right is very nice and sweet

sometimes their right may seem a lil painful

but in the end dat is what all of us do

we do what we believe is right

*OMG!!! :-O The first line made sense...*

lavanya: eh?

just asked

you know

The: oh

*idiot...*

lavanya: :P

The: (girls... u dnt knw wassup wid dem)

(men are from mars ..girls are from neubulon-5)

vaise i am frm earth

what does dat make me?

lavanya: lol

you sure u want me to answer that?

*wonder what's for dinner...*

Yup... and so to conclude... people are mean because if they aren't then there's no use for sharp objects...

*shrugs.*

Sunday Morning

2009-07-04T23:02:00.000-07:00

This isn't exactly my dream Sunday... but I'm nearly there.

Its been a long time since I wrote anything. Not because I had nothing to pen about but it's just that I didn't want to...

A mug of hot coffee, biscuits and wonderful music in the background! HEAVEN!!! :'D

The only thing that is actually bugging me at the moment is this really irritating cold that I managed to develop...

Yes, it was done with full knowledge of the consequences. How did it happen?

Long story folks but since you are, I assume, as jobless as I you'll have to read this through...

*sigh... It was a long dark night. It rained as it never had rained before. There was no escape, everyone and everything was on its way to inundation...

I ventured out bravely into the sullen outdoors, I knew that it was the land of no return and once out I'd have to fight against the forces of nature that were already busy with their very hectic schedules and could least be bothered with a whining teenager...

Strangely amidst all of the obvious gallantry, all I could think of was coffee ice cream and brownies.

So off I went on my mystical journey to far off lands... criss-crossing giant lakes and jumping across rivers that flowed with vengeance! When I did manage to arrive at the Castle of Hokey Pokey I was already drenched in sly venom that was slowly getting a grip on my immunity!!!

Fighting giant beasts that laughed at the sight that presented itself to them I managed to empty their coffers in record time and with the speed of lightning sped to the safety of my warm kingdom!

All that was left to do was savour the rewards of my labour...

When I woke up the next morning... Along with cramps in my legs and arms, my awesomely immature mettle had earned me a blocked nose and a terrible cold...

So... To all those idiots who think ice cream on a rainy day is a cool idea... been there and done that...

Though your results can't always be fool proof the satisfaction of doing something as stupid as that is worth all the trouble! :P :D

Fern covered pillar...

2009-05-01T03:53:00.000-07:00

The mud brown nail paint on my toes is chipping off and the mehandi on my hands is fading away... my body is moving on, so why can't I?

I touch my stomach to feel the slight tummy I have developed. I am pregnant. I am a 27 year old woman. I love to read and write. A lover of music. Successful entrepreneur. Then come the other facts : deserted, unmarried and distraught.

Everything seems so distant now, so very vague and all the whispers... The whispering, that is what bothers me most. Say it out loud won't you? 'She got deserted on the day of her wedding, poor thing.' , 'Will she ever get married?' , ' We heard she's pregnant, is it true?!'...
Cut the crap darlings! Thanks for understanding...

There's a knock on the door, its Akshay again, my best friend, correction - my only friend. It has been around two days since I last opened my door. Two weeks since the day I was to be married. 'We would have been in Greece right now..' I think as I wait to hear a second knock.

I get up and open the door. He stands there with a stupid smile on his face and his ipod plugged in. I smile back and let him in, he hands me a cup of coffee, just as I like it.

"Have it and go get dressed. You have an appointment with your doctor today" I hear him say while I indulge myself and smell the wonderful coffee.

"Nothing beats a cup of filter coffee south Indian style..." I say, "And you moron, you got it from my cafe!" I grin and ask him about Swati and Ali, the guys working at the cafe.

"Yea, they're fine. The place seems dull without you though..." I manage a smile and take a sip of the coffee.

As I walk to my cupboard and open it I realize that all my clothes were sent to the new apartment... I simple stare at the empty space and think 'what now?'.

Akshay seemed to have got the point as he said, " Your clothes look just fine, you can borrow my shirt, But you stink like hell and before you touch me I suggest that you go take a shower.."

I give him a look which said thank you and walked out of the room...

OH MY GOD!

The place was full of flowers and notes. I manage to read one nearest to me, "I am sorry to hear about what happened. Life goes on an... - Abhimanyu." I let out a sigh as Akshay stood behind me and looked at things from my point of view. I walked across the room to get to the shower. My house seemed to have turned into a shrine for the Reverend deserted bride.

I turn the shower on and step under it, feeling the cold water turn warm as it fell on my skin. A tear runs down my cheek and I shout, shout at the top of my voice... its the first time since I cried after I heard that he wasn't coming to the wedding...

All I asked myself for the past two weeks was a uncomplicated 'why?' just a simple and plain 'why?' . Was there something wrong with me? Was there someone else in his life? Was I forcing him into something he didn't want? I blamed myself and felt sorry. But right now all I feel is a sharp pain in my chest and it hurts a lot...

I hold on to the tap head as the tears come down in a never ending stream. I guess it was twenty minutes before I finally managed to drag myself out of the shower and wrap around me a towel. Five more minutes later I was dressed and walking out of my apartment.

The last thing I saw as I locked a place I was never to visit again was an enlarged and framed photograph of Anirudh and me taken on the day when he first told me that we were meant for each other...

I smiled.

Home alone

2009-04-25T21:38:00.000-07:00

Yes people, i am that sweet little adorable kid.

April 22nd..Sweet sweet dday.For the first time in my history,An entire house was left at my command.The day was supposed to be study day(exams from the 27th)

Me:ghar aaja...mom dad nahi aaye
Friend:chal be chal padne ka hai mereko
Me:haan,tho main bhi padunga be....combined karenge(studies)
Friend:arey sach main padenge bole tho aaunga...nahi tho light le le
Me:aa...dekhenge...

and 3 more phone calls later.....5 guys ...one cooler..a carrom board...2 packs of cards....one football.....one tv....one computer....and lots of .....(4 letter word;i heard parents read this thing)

and "before we knew it" ,the day was done....

day 2:April 23rd
Two of them leave....at around 8 in the morning

3 guys.....one cooler....one tv....one hour of reading....one bottle of vodka....one pack of cigarretes....one drunk asshole(the first and last time i'm calling myself this)

Friend:beer peetha?
Me:Nahi hota merese
Friend:akele peena padta be mereko...ek sip bhi nahi marta kya?
Me:vodka le....vodka piyunga..(*shrugs)

that evening....
Friend:neat marenge
Me:chal phir...dekhte hain kaun zyada marta...

one drink later....mast tha...two...mast tha....three....mast tha...four....mast tha...five....mast tha....six....mast tha re

I had the feeling i can do this,doesnt even make my head spin....i scored the highest in 'are you smarter than a 5th grader,talked to a freind...and still nothing...

And then...

1 cigarrette....2 cigarretes....bathroom....barf...more barf....get into the bedroom.....come out with a towel....go take a bath....sleep on the bathroom floor....get out...sleep on the bed....wake up after 3 hours...

Other friends:hahaahahahahahahahaaaahaha
All the friends:haaahahahahahahahahahaha(assholes!!)

one friend:kya soch ke bhai....kya soch ke piya itna??
First friend:saala mere se competition....paanch saal se pi raha hoon beta...
Me:damn it!!this is hell....

day 3,April 24....both the other idiots leave...m alone...all alone....eat...sleep...try to cook....eat ...find out i missed out salt...almost puke...sleep....

day 4....i read...a lot...a lot....flood the house....cook again...eat....read...watch united kick tottenhams ass
....smile....sleep....

day 5....why the hell am i writing this??

Top 5 worst things to say to a girl at 1 in the night.

2009-04-23T13:02:00.000-07:00

1- She's a sensible woman, someone who has character. Not like you. (This hurt like hell!!!)

2- You act like a Blondie.

3- oh! Nice dark circles.

4- You are wearing green! You look like a frog in green.

5- BITCH!

Now, I don't know about the uncanny ability that men posses to make me get pissed, but then all on the same day is more like seeking revenge...

It would have made sense if only I left them with their panties in a twist but Oh almighty NO! It was like vendetta all right!

I'm putting something up here after a long time I guess and this post is so definitely gonna have a lot of cussing (Sorry dad, mom, Adi, I didn't really mean to do this but everyone blows their tops off and I promise I'm doing this after a loooooooong time!).

*sigh...

What a day! Frankly its on days like these that you so totally want to wake up some bitch and kick the shit out of her... And it just so happens that it is on days like this that you totally forget the wide array of swear words that high school arms you with...

I studied in some of the best set of institutions ever... they were awesome...

Kendriya Vidyalaya... that establishment if it doesn't make a dork out of you, it will so totally make you a spoilt brat! The rebels of any revolution would be proud to see how much spite we can hold for any one particular system.

Why do we hate things so much? Dunno...

But every sentence that we ever say, it sure starts with chutiya and ends with that too... Yes, we like the word chutiya and it applies to 90% of our teachers.

Do I get lectured about my language? Yes, nearly every day.

Do I feel bad about using it or even vaguely shy? Hell no!

Why? Simply because they deserved it.

Now about today... I was casually minding my own business and feeling pretty nice about things when all of a sudden I realise that I was being way too sweet! With a reputation like mine, trust me that can make things a wee little complicated.

So then a bitch comes to me and says that he wants to fight. I don't really fight with people below my league so I very politely told him to piss off... But these bitches you see...

There was a fight and there was another chicken which said hello... the chicken and me had a little conversation about my career choice. Have you ever noticed that instant disappointment that you feel when you put someone on a pedestal and then realise that they aren't worth it?

Yes, that exact burn in your gut which yells out stuff like "You incompetent nincompoop! What are you doing talking to scumbags?!"; well that sort happened to me and there I was feeling like a kid when I so totally didn't want to feel like one...

Being cared about is different from being made to feel like an immature little thing. Caring is when someone special just melts your heart away by... wait a second... this isn't about nice stuff...

Right, so after the nice little disappointing encounter came the series of very nice compliments from people which I have already stated on top.

But then after all the idiocy in this, I feel a unabashed amour-propre at being able to handle a bunch that was almost out to get me...

*pats herself...

Well done Lava! and many compliments to the KV culture...

Untitled

2009-03-19T09:04:00.000-07:00

I walked down a road today
knew i not,what ahead lay
it took me along,sung me a song
with flickering lights along the way...
I walked down a road today

Darkness set in a pleasure new born
Shadows lengthened as lights died out
I looked up,as stars whispered
And trees talked back,
A gentle breeze..
I walked down a road today

Small,cold houses queued up aside
Stories unbound with each little stride
I stopped and gazed
As lizrads ran up their walls
and flies sung love,to a lone lantern...
I walked down a road today

Water reached the end of land,
handsome murk it carried along
Stretched reflections of light shimmered
Calling out my name,
In a daze i jogged,in a dream i fell
Woke up,
And then walked away...
I walked down a road today

As i strutted,on my way back
was cut across by the black fur(ed) Cat
And night witnessed it call back,
"It's good luck,today!!"
I laughed aloud,
Until the lights swayed back in
And sang,as i walked back
Into the oblivion....

Time...

2009-03-16T04:55:00.000-07:00

A cloud trapped inside a cage,

mocking everyone,

the unknown dimension,

the unseen case,

Mocking at your tragedies,

laughing through the tears,

running, never stopping.

stealthily, leaving a faint trail...

Sand slips through the hole,

being tickled and piled,

little flakes are left on the glass,

lost memories?

She moves on,

turning your present in to the past,

holding your memories,

mocking everyone.

Hold on, she'll rush you through it,

needless say pleasure passes away...

a moment, a phase, a memory,

a second chance, a different glance.

She still mocks at you,

catch up she says,

frozen in her invisible grasp you try,

her touch leaving a sensation...

:-?

2009-03-12T03:53:00.000-07:00

Life is so full of complications and just full of wrongs things happening at the wrong time... especially for my best friend...

like now... Rahul and me were talking about something and then this happened...

Rahul: My sister read the article and she said she reads something like that once again and she's bound to fall asleep.

Me: oh...

Rahul: I mean... why didn't you tell me it was so boring?!

Me: it wasn't boring...

Rahul: Well... she's a girl, and girls are meant to be dumb, if a girl thought that it was dumb then it ought to have been sad...

Me: why do you think so much?

Rahul: umm....

Me: Well... it wasn't dumb.

Rahul: There's this line which completely makes no sense... why didn't you tell me about it?!

Me: well... I thought you said you were in the bus looking at the park!

Rahul: Why do you think so much?

Me: Because I'm smarter than you...

Rahul: hey!!! how come I didn't think of that... ask me that again...

Me: No.

Rahul: Please, please please please.!!!

Me: No.

Rahul: Okay... mom's calling me now, gotta go.

Me: Bye.

And before that...

Me: I got the bedsheets changed today!!! After a whole week... finally...!!! :D

Rahul: Its been just a week? I don't change my bedsheets for weeks together...

Me: eh?

Rahul: yea... I mean.. I don't change my undies... you see you can change your undies only if you have a bath...

Me: You don't even have a bath?!

Rahul: Well.. yea... when my parents aren't there, I don't...

Me: do you have any idea as to how gross that is?!

Rahul: erm...

Me: I'm putting this on the blog... :P

Rahul: Noooo!!!! Please no no no no....

Me: muhuhahahaahahahaa!

Yea... sometimes its all the karma baby...

There Rahul! That's for calling me Aunty!!!!

B-)

Take back the city.

2009-03-10T05:16:00.000-07:00

One long bus ride, i guess is all you need to think about a city

Hyderabad-princely state people!!or maybe it once was...i don't think osman ali khan would have been too sad to let it go if he had lived another 40 years,or maybe it wasn't that 'princely' a state ever...

Prides-The city was mughal,and that part of it never changed.Never will, i think.
The Golconda fort(Never been there,cant tell you much)
The Charminar-(people here are very proud of it,guess they ought to be).Definitely a sad place.I'd rather have the fish fries there.'CAN DEFINE NEGLECTED'
The Salarjung museum-History,names,dates,famous people,famous paintings of famous people, their famous clothes,famous beds,famous pens,famous inks and so on.But yes, a lot to know,loads to understand and is full of boredom.'DEFINITELY A MUSEUM'
Hi tech city-Google,computers and fantastic buildings. 'CYBERBAD!!!'
and the new air port....this ones real sweet people!!

People-People here are just like they are everywhere else.They love T.V and hate sense.They stay up late nights only for exams or day night cricket matches,nothing else.And they love their home.They'll love you if you are one of them.They'll leave you alone if you are not.They'll kill you if you swear at them.
They aint good,they aint bad.They just people and most of them are lazy.or maybe lazy and determined.lazily determined...and so is the city.

The food-Hyderabadi chicken Biriyanis,fish fries,mutton chops(3 things you'll need to survive)'FINGER LICKIN GOOD!!'
Irani chai(i heard its nice,not much into teas n stuff)

The spirit-Sweet,Sad and extremely contagious.'ITS A CITY!!'

The place is something like host to a parasite.Millions of them!!(the people)and they prosper belligerently.

Substance-The twin cities,they confound us with very deceptive differences.Hyderabad is known for the grandeur and royalty and stupid funny hindi while sec bad is more like a cozy housing complex with a slightly better accent.But i think they share a common heart(just that the limbs aren't a team.)The place can turn out to be an absolute paradise for anyone,coz its got a huge range of everything.(from VIP lounges to slums,from bars to 'strictly' veg.restaurants,from people to gods...)

Character- I was sitting in this 'HUDA' park(they are common around here,not as much as 'HOT CHIPS' though) the other day, and i almost laughed out loud.
The bloody city was lying to the people,to itself. It said "clean hyderabad,green hyderabad" and right there on the board was the result of some idiot not finding a spitoon."green hyd,clean hyd", was so sickeningly red now.The water was sparkling green as well.Sewage,garbage,pee,animal faeces,human faeces and a lot more i think.Trust me guys, this park was as green as it could get!!Almost every other place in hyd is like this park-Exasperatingly bad at lying..
Everyone there though,was in love with the place and the evening.Happy People,Dirty birds,Dead fish,Everyone!!It was like they knew this place,accepted it and rejoiced in it. So i think its like this place which tells lies,lures people and then makes them love it.The traffic,the honks,the roads,the dirt,the smugness,the green water,the people....Anyone not from hyd would hate the place but everyone from hyd would love it.'BEWITCHING'

That evening, was spent in blissful laziness.

Venus-Moon Conjuction

2009-02-28T04:41:00.000-08:00

Today is a special day for stargazers as the goddess of love appears to be together with chandamama! Venus and the Moon are to appear in a conjunction today as the sun goes down, look up to the south-west sky to see the celestial phenomenon.

The event is said to be visible to everyone across the globe even if your cities are polluted, there's loads of lights or there are firecrackers...

So try not to miss the sight and to those who are flying and have a look at the moon, I seriously envy your vantage point...

Sunset: 6:43p.m.

Moonrise: 8:44a.m.

Moonset: 9:42p.m.

Blood Lust.

2009-02-26T01:33:00.000-08:00

My insatiable love for the grotesque began somewhere when i was 9. Those are the earliest memories I have of my sadistic conquests. A kid always drawn by the macabre, I grew up setting things on fire and deriving intense pleasure watching little helpless creatures die. My parents were ofcourse oblivious of my pursuits. Now I figured that it was probably pre-puberty kicking in..later i figured it was puberty..hoping that it was just a phase which I'll outgrow. However I am all of 18 years well past puberty and here I am still deriving sexual gratification from inflicting pain. Sucking the life out of organisms is truely orgasmating! Watching little helpless living being meet their death, almost makes you feel like...GOD. The gift of life in yours hands. Yours to give. Yours to take. All these years I've managed to contain my bloodlust, pursue it only in the dead of the night far from all preying eyes. Oflate however it's getting a tad too hard to control. I let lose as I hunted a rat which invaded the privacy of my room. My mom noticed a maniacal glint in my eye as I killed it with my bare hands(I punched it to death). Thankfully she didn't make an issue out of it. Maybe it's a phase most people go through, but never accept, never let it out, always in there..but too scared to come out because everyone's looking. Or maybe this is the stuff psychotic serial killers are made of. Maybe it's a phase I'll outgrow. Or maybe...

What's making news?

2009-02-24T22:46:00.000-08:00

Well well well... Yesterday was quite a day for the Indian Economy, with the Acting Finance Minister pulling off a feel-good leverage of 2% on service tax and excise duty, with a further 4% reduction in excise duty after the 31st of March, 2009. Now this is the third time in three months that the government has been giving off economic stimulus packages, the latest plan supposedly making a dent of Rs. 30,000 crore on the government's piggy bank. The last two packages being spending around 4 billion dollars extra this year and a cut in interest rates by the RBI also the second one made borrowing foreign money easier for infrastructure companies.

Now, the thing is people would get a few goods at a lower price like, Transportation, Steel, Cement, Phone bills (lucky me!!!), Brokerage, Insurance, Food bills and among the smaller things, Internet cafes, coaching classes, real estate brokers, laundries etc... Feels nice? supposed to make you feel so...

Now let us look at the downfalls of the great scheme...

1- This is going to indirectly affect your pocket, as the Rs. 30,000 crore which the government so eagerly gives back to you in dimes was the money that you gave to the government as tax revenue. Which means that for a while you can sweetly put aside developmental works. CPWD would love a break...

2- Our international credit rating is somewhere between a maybe and a definite no-no. What does that mean?

Well, the interest rates that Indian companies would have to pay to international banks would rise considerably as interest rates are based on your country's credit rating. Which also means that investors would rather put their money in Burma than India.

3- Funny but that is like giving a rupee and taking ten... what with asking us to go ahead and agree to money outflows to foreign countries. That right there is our money leaking from every hole that the government is willingly drilling...

With the general elections right around the corner, the government may look like a hero with the cut off in taxes and subsidising prices, but the long term effects that it'll have on the economy are something they would promptly turn a blind eye over for a while I suppose, all for the good of the faceless common man.

Now if Congress does win the elections this year they come face to face with huge mess of an economy or then there would be BJP with its old men and panchayat sorts of a government and moral policing who would promptly blame the foreign lady and her blind supporters for playing with our money and blah blah... and just in case raise riots all over the country...

On other news we have the kids from the Slumdog millionaire fame making an appearance in Disney Land and Gmail facing a blackout for 4 hours, the longest cut-off ever faced by the giant... and Rahul is going to come soon with Rohit and me awaiting his arrival...

:P :D

One sweet fat Rhino

2009-02-24T04:57:00.000-08:00

"Today, has gotta be the day that they're gotta throw it back to you
by now, you should've somehow realized what you gotta do"

Oh sweet orkut!! one of the stupidest,funniest and most popular hang outs in the virtual world,i thank you.
Calvin and hobbes....one cartoon strip i'll love for like ever, and the only cartoon strip to have gotten me a friend....
She was going on about something just as stupid,this girl... The 'chikne' contest (In a virtual community!!)...And i remember having said her HOOD(the display pic)looked good,only to find out later that it was her HAIR.The first phone call, i guess lasted for about 7 hours...yup..seven bloody hours...!!and whoa..!we talked...n talked...n talked...(she called)And we still talk,she ain't that rich now though...

She'a sweet Rhino people!who very sweetly tramples unfortunate humans who very unfortunately freak her up, and very sweetly smiles at people she does like...(scares em off, i guess).Shes the only person in the entire planet i've had super duper fun talking to,jus over the phone...we talk bout how very gay she is...and how very cool i am.....and how very fat she is...and so on.. and we read calvin!!!together!!!and i guess she's the only person in the whole god green earth i can talk absolutely anything to.She actually is a sweet hearted villain ....jus like vito corleone was a honest mafia don...

Loads more to write about this wonderful wonderful person people!!yes, the last line was written out of sheer courtesy*
(i dint call you a rhino here though,lavs)

*she let me write on her blog....and you never know...she might get rich someday...(you always gotta be sweet, ya know!!)*

"i don't believe that anybody feels the way i do,about you know
(fast forward---------------->oasis-wonderwall------------>)
and after all, you're my wonderwall........"

2009-02-22T21:51:00.000-08:00

I've added new authors to the blog, thought new blood can perk the place up a bit, to those very few people who actually visit this place see... let me introduce these bozos to you guys...

Lipi - She's the only one you can expect to remain a sane writer amongst all of us. Madame and I have had quite a history and she's the only chick I can properly deal with and its been almost 7 years now... We like The Beatles, love to talk about the girls in her college and well nothing is a limit for the both of us...

Rohit - The Psychedelic dude... Now if you would barf at the mention of cannibalism, Rohit here can go up to extents of describing everything in detail, he's the only one who can disgust me and also talk about butts ;P

Rahul - Now here comes the competition, he writes as good as anyone I have ever known but sometimes lacks the sheer confidence to show it off, so you can expect him to post something one day and delete it the next. My best friend and also a pain in the butt...

and me! :D

Purple Blood

2009-02-21T01:33:00.000-08:00

Purple, according to wikipedia is the term used for shades of colours ranging between red and blue. Now there are around 120 different shades, but actually 16 shades of it are officially termed. Now, why am I writing about a colour? Well... That's what I do.

Anyway, So purple means a whole lot of things like: Royalty, Imperialism, Nobility, Upper class, Penitence and even Homosexuality. So what is with the degrading quality of the colour? I think it has something to do with people knowing that they can obtain it by easier means.

The colour was first termed by the Greek porphyra in the 7th-8th Century B.C. after the mucus secreted by a marine snail Murex Brandaris (Medium to large sized predatory tropical sea snails. These are carnivorous marine gastropod molluscs in the family Muricidae, the murexes or rock snails. I love the copy-pasting act.)

The Chinese were the earliest to produce a synthetic purple called Han purple (its more of an indigo) which is a Barium Copper Silicate ion pigments. They used the dye to decorate their glass and terracotta.

The Medieval Europeans as always had a very Imperialistic holding over the colour, as the dye takes a lot of manual labour (few died regularly trying to get it) the Kings and Queens of European fare took it to be the in thing and called it Royal Purple, thus the term purple blood, blah blah...

The Moroccans were the first to discover the sea mollusc. The story goes that a shepherd one day followed his dog who seemed to be eating a sea mollusc (*ahem.. wink wink...) and its nose and tongue turned a shade of dark blue... The shepherd then took a few mollusc, dried them, boiled it and used the dye to colour his clothes. The Spanish later on, got to know about the ingenious shepherd, took his secret and as a reward killed him.

The artists in the Renaissance though thought that the formerly grand Royal Purple to be vulgar in the most despicable sense and made a more digestible form of it by toning the shade down a bit. Thus came about the Artist's purple. Next thing you know is Psychedelia! Yes, purple had a great contribution to the 1960's by transforming once again into an electric purple and psychedelic purple.

From an 18 year Chemistry student, William Perkin who accidentally made mauve dye in the 1850's to Prince and his eccentric liking to shades of purple in the 1980's(Now you know why people associated Homosexuality with purple). Purple has always remained somewhere on the top of the most fashionable colours. Well, after the release of the summer collection it is pretty evident that mauve and toned down pale purple (orchid) is making the rounds again with a dash of burgundy to it...

So thus came about the journey of the ever popular *purple rule.

*Purple Rule: Protesters in Cape Town, South Africa while protesting against apartheid were sprayed with water and a purple colouring agent which came about with terms like 'Purple rule' and 'Purple feet'.

Biryani anyone?

2009-02-20T07:21:00.000-08:00

If India were to one fine day end up as a country ruled by religious fanatics or simply put stuck up bastards, I know I would be one of those many people who would be killed either in the "cleansing" of the nation, or in later on protests...Or may be, if the Hindus take over then I could be spared because of my "high birth".

I am one of those people who doesn't think the so called "western culture" is bad, I believe we need to change, I believe change has no boundaries and should be accepted into our daily lives, and if it means being a bit more broad minded, then so be it. It is hilarious how we are progressing back in time...

For everything today that we relish enjoy and claim to be a part of our culture isn't our "culture" at all. From our food to clothes, our language to our ever ever raising status symbols; That isn't ours.

A Hyderabadi, or anyone for that matter would savour a good plate of biryani (We have the "Indian" versions of it, Vegetarian and Chicken, I even saw a dry fruit variety once.), but before he goes off on his rattle about how "outsiders" are spoiling our culture, remind him that the food he just ate wasn't something a purohit came up with, It was a meal for the Deccan soldiers, something which has fat, meat, rice and spice in it, something the Muslim soldiers got along with them... Our Kebabs and Tandoori, the much loved paneer, rassgulla, corn, tomatoes... oooh! Indians LOVE mirchi! Yes, chillies too... ALL influences of the western world on us...

All right, you don't like Mughalai? What comes next on to your mind? Chinese???

I bet those politicians would love a nice plate of hakka noodles, chicken 65, and Manchurian... Wonder how they allowed the Chinese into our kitches without raising a protest march or killing the chef... for that matter may be because all that isn't exactly Chinese at all but some pure imitation got into Kolkatta by Chinese immigrants who added an Indian taste to sell it faster...

And our clothes?

To all the moral policing and tradition upholding people, The sari or the kurta IS NOT traditional gear! Until the Afghans and Mongols came into the Indian subcontinent, the clothes worn by men and women was pretty simply, women would wear a long piece of cloth wrapped around the navel which would come up to their knees and a breast band (not necessarily), men would wear a dhoti and that is about it. India is too hot a place to be wearing a lot of clothes and our ancestors knew that and had the common sense not to wear a lot.

Then why the whole sari, ghungat and cover your whole body so that you die out of suffocation routine? Apparently to protect the women from the invaders. The kurta for the men came around the same time.

Now for the Language, I don't think there needs to be a great discussion to this. Even the parliamentary budget is read in English. Just as people have let go of languages like Pali and ummm... whatever the ancient Egyptians spoke, I suppose every language has a time span in which it will survive and flourish, and after that they will become literature and other very important historic facts in our textbooks.

As to the status symbols... I really don't think Pramod Muthalik lives in a hut without electricity and other facilities... Just so he knows... they are western inventions too. If he is so intent on setting a proper example to the future generations of India, please ask him to give up all of his worldly tasks and chores, give up his daily life in the name of God, retreat to the previously encroached upon jungles of the legendary Veerapan fame and live the life of an aesthetic because that is exactly what the Bhagvadgita tells people above 40-50 years to do.

Now, to all those very "traditional" bastards, hitting women isn't something Ram preached, if that God was actually there, you might as well have been dead by now.

Drinking, singing and dancing is NOT western culture, Indian men and women have been doing it since the Aryans came into India. With all the talk about the mystical 'Amrut jal' it is nothing but a concoction of milk, mushrooms, marijuana and other spices... alcoholic for sure, and VERY Indian.

*blinks stupidly...

2009-02-16T13:47:00.000-08:00

Now since few of you very intelligent peepal already know I have the habit of talking to myself... only when I'm hyper and no one is around ofcourse...

Yesterday night it happened again... yesterday? wait... that is supposing you bozos look at this tomorrow... so your tomorrow is my yesterday that is today... now... So right now I'm hyper... why?

May be because I stole Angel's (my doggy) hard boiled eggs and ate them!!! I knew I was going to hell, but I think after tonight's act they'd have to add a bunch of new things to the judgement list...

Anyway... where was I??? Yes... I'm hyper and I'm talking to myself...

So I was thinking about something to sing when I made up this poetry... it goes like..

1 doggy

2 doggy

3 doggy yo!

my doggy is better than her doggy yo!

Now I do recognise that I ain't exactly Einstein... I can't compare myself to Einstein regarding this... I know he was musically inclined... but... Shakespear!!! Someone I know likes Shakespear... oh gee! most of the people I know like Shakespear... I'm too dumb to understand Shakespear...

And then I kind of changed the lyrics of a few songs... like...

If I fell in love with you,
would you promise to be true...
and help me understand...
'cause I fell in love before...
and I found that love was more...
than just chemistry and math!

and also like...

I'd like to build the world a home,
and furnish it with love!
grow apple trees and honey bees,
and snow white turtle doves....

I'd like to teach the world to sing,
in perfect harmony,
and I'd like to kill my next door cat,
and keep her dead body...

Ah! The beauty and complexities of my mind...!!! *sniff...

So, As you sweet people (all those jobless enough to read my blog.) can see I am jobless and am so totally looking for something to do!!!

FIND ME A JOB!!!

*ahem ahem...

Thank you all very much for reading this and please leave a comment, I'll read them and feel real proud and show off for the next few days... I have a younger brother who doesn't care about it anyway... like I care! *sheesh! No I don't... so... yea... leave a comment...

I wish...

2009-02-06T12:05:00.000-08:00

There have been times when I always thought that this age and day has a rhythm, a flow which few of us just cannot follow... by few of us I intend to imply people like me, people who live in a land of dreams and imagination...

So what happens to us I wonder? Most of us I suppose get washed away with all of the confusion, the race with time and they get lost between all of the things that seem to be happening around them... If there was an easier way to explain it (the feeling) categorically... its like having to live in a generation which doesn't seem to make sense...

I seem to get absorbed into things, myself and my surroundings so much that at times hours pass by without notice... and all the while everything that I had done would comprise of inscrutable random thoughts and conversations I would have with imaginary people... No, I don't talk to myself, and no I can be completely sane when I want to... its just these times when I'm lost that I find myself in my true shell...

Of what use are these senseless rambles? one might say... but the truth withholds... sometimes these senseless rambles lead on to the most glorious of ideas... I think of images, places and people I wish to meet... the people in my imagination are beautiful... they fulfill the meaning of pleasure, satisfaction and peace... a lost race in a lost land...

These thoughts make me smile, give me the hope for a pleasant future and send a promise of lands to see... though sometimes they do touch me with a tinge of sorrow, a sorrow so deep and intangible that tears burst through with all the commitment and anxieties of a young mother...

This isn't real, this hasn't happened... and neither do I know if anything even abstractedly close to it would turn out true... except I know I have a vision, a vision as pure and fresh as a spring morning...

I just wish... I wish that I could make it true...

2009-02-03T05:32:00.000-08:00

Bloody slimy little maggots!!!! They drive me crazy... them and their dumb talk about other chicks in class!!!!

Now, for all the people out there who love gossip and "chit-chat" DO NOT read this.

I know that theoretically speaking that I am bitching about people right now... but then this is bitching about people who bitch about others so you cannot count it as bitching about, its more of a constructive criticism behind someone's back...

Well... I don't know what's gotten into people but they somehow think I'm this complaint box to whom when they come and talk about how some girl slept with someone and how some teacher knows about it... I agree! All if this is very exicitng... nice... but then thinking about it... I don't know this girl, guy or the teacher... so WHAT DO I DO WITH THIS INFORMATION?!!?!?!?

Generally we pass it on to other "friends", but the lady that I am I don't do that... what do I do?

I go talk to this "some girl" make sure she's feeling better and fight every bitch who dares spread the news...

Now what gets me into the whole mode I do not know... but I sure land up in trouble!!!

<---- That's when the desperation pops in!

Tiring as it might get, I guess one can't help it... the bloody cute image that I tend to maintain...

So now I have a new plan, When in Rome...

*muhuhahahahahahahahahaahaha!!!

Sad things and Emo people...

2009-02-03T02:24:00.000-08:00

Yes, as the title states this is dedicated to all very sad and gory people...

Hello little angels... (oh sorry! not angel... no no.. nothing like that... don't cry! no angels...!!!) Right...

as you very heartbroken kids have discovered the world is a very bad place darlings... mean place which is totally in grey scale and red coloured hearts... spikes and stuff...

Its really a very disturbing thing... I have a serious problem! No matter how bad things get, I seem to be getting lost in the beauty of things around me.. sans the tears, spikes, blood, pinks, greys, reds and blacks...

All right... I have nothing against anyone, I mean... to an extent I agree, life isn't all that easy... but then by putting all your energies on things that shouldn't matter to you at all... aren't we just letting others win?

I'm not too sure if people wish to stay sad... then why don't we look at the bright things in life?

Yes, we have issues which aren't very easy to get out of.

Yes, sometimes life isn't all that fair.

Yes, people around you are harsh...

But what is it that we are fighting against? What is that people want?

You could say that you don't care and get back into your shell, but then what's the use? They want to defeat you... make you bend to their rules... and you agree. Its silly but when people say things like "Self-sacrifice" and "unselfish" I just can't help but scoff at them. I say be selfish... to hell with the world... being considerate is important, but letting others use you as a doormat and you terming it as sacrifice is bullshit!

Every single pout, tear and sigh is just accepting that you lose... as far as I know... that is one thing a person should never let the world do... may be I don't get it right... may be I just don't understand things the way they feel it... but as an outsider... as a person who is looking at you I think your retinal glands are getting affected because of all the strain and that frown isn't exactly getting you anywhere...

Some bozo said 'Laugh and the world laughs with you, cry and you cry alone.'

Now that is true... and also slightly paranoid, guess he was only depressed... what did he want? Someone to talk to? May be... But then he should have bothered to change it, try to "pimp it"... I'd say they mess with you? Don't touch them, but make all of them regret that they ever tried to mess with you...

So I'd suggest boxing classes... and try to google amunition and war weaponary...

<--- happy grey scale...

Smile, relax and try to see every obstacle as a medium for you to grow stronger and achieve more...

Love you guys. Just keep smiling...

*pssst! I love the clothes you wear... looks cool... but doesn't it get too hot? :O :P

And I love you so...

2009-01-27T03:55:00.000-08:00

Clear yellow... a pale cloud-less sky... the touch of those rays on my skin felt warm... I could see myself smilling... music... and I love you so...

Dance with me... purple... red... black... gold... I dream... hold her...

There was a cottage on that cliff... the glass faced the black sea... the flaming sun.. dying... sent a warmth we cuddled to...

and I love you so...

you hear that? Its the sound of peace... everything is complete... hold it all.. don't let it go..

The grass of as dry as our thirst... everything erased... it pains.. it bursts... and I love you so...

You laugh at me... I can see the sun in your eyes... this is it... I see myself in you... wholesome... and I close my eyes...

Tell me how it looks... I ask you... beautiful you say... I could feel you look at me...

and I love you so...

That was the last she said...

Being Hyper!!!!!

2008-12-26T08:43:00.000-08:00

These are some of the things I tend to say when I am hyper...!

LIKE NOW!!!

1 - I owe money to practically everybody... your neighbour's best friend's brother's neighbour told me...

2 - My reputation is going to the dogs!

Not that I had one before! Still! My standard was up to monkeys...!!!

3 - How's it going with you?

Everything in proper condition? All working fine?

Not that I can do anything about it if it isn't...

4 - I should try and become a Comic... that way people would at least have to pay me before they walk away...

5 - I stopped looking back at my life after my grandmother died thinking about the day I was born...

6 - The day you start living alone is the day you realise your mother's cooking wasn't all that bad....

7 - HELP ME!!

I seem to suffering from a vocabulary overdose! I feel like a literary genius trapped in Myanmar!!!

8 - I don't understand! Its either the world or I think I am coming up with hilarious lines no one understands!

yea... you can expect things like that...

Being hyper is soooo a part of my life...! :O :P

Diplomacy!

2008-12-26T01:25:00.000-08:00

Right!

Now to all those bozos who think saying "FUCK OFF!" to the sales person in front of your door is proper and that they deserve it- THIS IS DEDICATED TO YOU!

The art of diplomacy as our ancestors would describe it is, the art and practise of conducting negotiations between groups and states. I think for us, this may as well be interpreted as shutting your mouth up and talking neat.

Let me state a few examples of how things are Supposed to be!

For example-

WRONG THING TO DO - DO NOT DO THIS UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES!

Situation 1: Milkman.

Milkman: Good evening Madam/Sir, How about paying up your milk bill for the last six months?

You: YOU MOR*N! YOU BACK AGAIN!!!!?!?!?

*throws slipper.

RIGHT THING TO DO - YOUR MAMA WILL LOVE YOU FOR DOING THIS!

Milkman: Good evening Madam, How about paying up your milk bill for the last six months?

You: Oh! Has it been six months already?! I so did not observe! Could you come back later? My slipper feels a little slippery right now.

Milkman: I understand Madam/Sir. Have a great evening!

WRONG THING TO DO - DO NOT DO THIS UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES!

Situation 2: Sales Person.

Sales Person: Good Afternoon Madam/Sir. We are from AlphaTech Products and we ha..

You: FU$K OFF! *slams the door.

RIGHT THING TO DO - YOUR MAMA WILL LOVE YOU FOR DOING THIS!

Sales Person: Good Afternoon Madam/Sir. We are from AlphaTech Products and we ha..

You: Yes indeed! I have had previous encounters with your machinery... the oven explodes wonderfully!

Sales Person: Thank you for your time Madam/Sir.

WRONG THING TO DO - DO NOT DO THIS UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES!

Situation 3: Your Boyfriend.

Boyfriend: Can we watch the football match tonight? It's really important!

You: I GET IT! EVERYTHING IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN ME ISN'T IT!??! I STILL REMEMBER HOW YOU DUMPED ME AND MY HORRIBLE HORRIBLE HEADACHE LAST MONTH AND WENT TO THAT PUB WITH YOUR FRIENDS! YOU CHEAT! YOU DON'T LOVE ME! YOU... YOU...

Boyfriend: OH ALL RIGHT! ALL RIGHT! LET'S WATCH THAT FRIGGIN' CHICK FLICK!

RIGHT THING TO DO - YOUR MAMA WILL LOVE YOU FOR DOING THIS!

Boyfriend: Can we watch the football match tonight? It's really important!

You: All right baby! Can we try catch up with my movie in between? I did want to watch the movie too...

Biyfriend: Anything for you darling...!

WRONG THING TO DO - DO NOT DO THIS UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES!

Situation 4: Your Girlfriend.

Girlfriend: We need to talk.

You: AGAIN???!?! HOW MANY OF THESE "TALKS" DO WE HAVE TO HAVE?! LET'S DO IT AFTER THE GAME!

Girlfriend: I HATE YOU!!!

RIGHT THING TO DO - YOUR MAMA WILL LOVE YOU FOR DOING THIS!

Girlfriend: We need to talk.

You: Oh...! Hmmmm?

Girlfriend: I was thinking we break up. I am not really comfortable with the relationship anymore. Its like you are so distant!

*sob sob

You: I understand baby... Sorry for making you feel that way...

*continue watching the match.

Girlfriend: I knew you would understand! I Love you soooo much!

Now... I can't really say all that is great, you having your girlfriend and all... but still...!

This is definitely better than destruction to private property! :O

Diplomacy Rules!

Diplomacy is a way of life without the headaches...! ;P

Life after death...

2008-12-22T03:54:00.000-08:00

Interesting topic I say...

Very interesting....

*sigh!

My dear, dear friend asked me this question today afternoon ( I had Sexy Sadie playing as a background score) when all of a sudden I shifted my attention from a very invigorating discussion ( the effects of Blonds on society) to this philosophical atmosphere...

Since my brain cells were already on hyper charge it wasn't very difficult for me to concentrate in this issue...

'One sunny day the world was waiting for a lover
She came along to turn on everyone
Sexy Sadie the greatest of them all.'

So, let me give you a sample of our conversation-

Friend: So, What do you have to say about life after death?

Me: Who's dying?

Friend: Why? Should someone die for you to answer?

Me: The answer depends on who died.

'It feels so right now, hold me tight,
Tell me I'm the only one,
And then I might,
Never be the lonely one.
So hold me tight, to-night, to-night,
It's you,
You you you - oo-oo - oo-oo.'

Friend: What if you had to die? What will you say about it?

Me: Don't you think one life is more than enough to see all the bullshakah life has to offer?

Friend: No. You didn't get the point. What about hell or heaven?

Me: What about it?

Friend: Well...

Me: Oh! I don't think there's a hell. I believe a person faces punishment for all of his crimes on Earth and then he dies. That way his enemies are happy.

Friend: Oh! Really? What happens after he dies?

Me: After we die we become angels. Then we get to meet all of our dead friends... do things that we wouldn't be able to do on earth. Do things without restrictions.

'Scooch on over closer dear
And i will nibble your ear'

Friend: Who said?

Me: I said.

Friend: Then let's get out own personalised heaven! :D

Me: Yes. Sure... you seen the movie "City of Angels"?? That beach?

I want my heaven to look like that! But not soooo many guys in black suits... That would get me way too distracted.

Friend: YEAH!!! We can have a few bikini clad beach babes too...!

Me: Muhuahahahahahahahahah! Sure! You flirt and distract them, I'll fill sand in their bums! :D B-)

Friend: NO WAY!!!! YOU CAN'T DO THAT! :-O

'Oh I get by with a little help from my friends,
I get high with a little help from my friends,
Oh I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends. '

Me: Say yes or I'll turn them into bikini clad old ladies.

Friend: All right! yes! But give me time to flirt all right?

Me: Sure!

That's going to be one heck of a heaven eh? ;D

Friend: Yup! Paradise...

Sooooooo my dear ladies, gentlemen and other confused creatures, for advanced booking in my heaven, the time is RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW! :D

Till we die... Let's try make this our heaven...

Life after death is so a way of life darlings! ;P

ESPECIALLY in my heaven...

Neighbours and Birds!

2008-12-09T08:30:00.000-08:00

I was thinking yesterday... oh well! it was one big mistake all right!
People like me aren't supposed to think we are supposed to act...!

So now you may be thinking 'What was she thinking anyway?'

Well the thing is that I was sitting on my window still when I saw this bird outside (don't ask me which bird!) and I cordially wanted to greet it...

Now this bird tried to be a shaana and it ran away...!!! I mean it didn't exactly run away.. it took flight...
So I (unintentionally!) screamed at it, my new neighbour who still wasn't used to the lunatic next door was staring at me through his 30''x50'' window...I think he wanted to say 'Hello' to the chick next door. I looked at him, he looked back... I smiled and he burst out laughing at me!
I really don't know what happened next but the guy came home with his head swollen up and holding a book in his hand... allegedly I threw the book at him!!!

SUCH LIES!

Then out of compulsion (mothers you know!!!) I started thinking about the whole issue... I seem to find some sort of strange connection in everything...
first I see a bird.
Then I try to greet it (cordially).

But it flew away.
I scream at the Bird.
My neighbour sees me doing that.
I stare at him.
he stares back.
I smile.
he laughs.
I (apparently!) throw a book at him.
it hits his head and I get blamed.
Hm mm.... I guess I learnt one thing outta the whole issue..try to greet an unknown bird and you definitely will be blamed for unforeseen happenings!

Sheesh! I try explaining this to my mom and she goes like "You were being bad!"

ME! and bad!?!?!

The world is an unfair place....

Stupid birds!!!

Neighbours and Birds are a part of life! Tolerate them...

Cobwebs...

2008-10-20T04:37:00.000-07:00

Everyone has deep dark secrets in life which would slowly, secretly, at intervals, grow onto them like a shadow less parasite, sketching itself onto your present, so it not only affects your past but also your present and if not destroyed, your future.
What is this ghost which threatens our conscious? Why do we have to hide it away in the attics of memory and try to forget it forever? Why should we do anything which would allow itself to turn into our Achilles’ heel? After all every fear is a weakness and every weakness our personal enemy.
So where does this feeling of guilt, regret, or sorrow come from? Is it unconscious acceptance of your conscious mistakes? Well how do we cope up with these tiny little issues? I think a good way is by letting it all out! Write a song, an article (like I am trying to) paint something which would represent your past and would thus make it an attic outside your memory frame.
Some of us may feel that spilling the beans or letting it all out is unnecessary when the boat is safe and sound, I personally am the same sort of creature, why rock the boat I would say, but the past few days has actually got me thinking (extra time is dangerous!) all this hiding from yourself and not facing up to few facts would only bring one down emotionally, so here I am planning to tell u few things about my life…

1-Naveen- well well well! Here is a perfect example of high school drama, puppy love and fake friends!
Just like in all beautiful romantic high school musical shit movies my story has the hero (in this case Naveen; who also happens to be the asshole in the end), the leading lady (yea! That’s my cue) and the best friend (let’s call her Varsha). In this beautiful story about teenage love we have the backdrop of a school (a very noisy one!) the lady meets the guy, they become friends, the best friend is the new arrival in class, the lady and the friend become friends, the guy likes the lady, the lady likes the guy too, the best friend likes the guy, the lady leaves school goes to another city, the guy still says he likes her and then! Just when the lady is about to agree with the guy about how she likes him her best friend happens to call her up and tell her that the guy asked her out!
At 13, yes! That hurt!
Oh well! Varsha then got to know Naveen’s playboy antics and showed him the door and when poor little baby came back to his first love guess what she did?
Ok ok! I sort of took revenge in a sweeter way…
Varsha and me are still good friends and we have fun by making fun of Naveen whenever we can.

2- Hemant- aah! This is more recent, we sort of jumped on the bandwagon way too fast, we met, we flirted, and we fell in love (ok! I dunno attraction? Yea may be, but then please do remember, SHIT HAPPENS!). I really could never figure out what went wrong between us, may be there was never anything there… we just liked the idea of being together, so it all came to an end one fine day, without any warnings, no signals, just a dead end.
Can’t say I was devastated or anything in the beginning, but hell yeah! I was crushed, never showed it to anyone, just got involved with my friends, my life and all the important stuff to do, and I pushed this memory so far away that now it doesn’t feel like anything at all, just a period of my life when things were an illusion, and I am glad it’s over.

So that’s two things I hid from everyone, now that I say it out loud you may think there was nothing to it. But then I dunno why I had to hide it, may be because at one point it did mean something to me. Right now in life I have everything I could ask for and even more!
Am I happy? I am delighted! Just an occasional shadow here and there… a few cobwebs which need to be cleaned and I feel all new and fresh!
Confessions are a way of life.

*all names have been changed, except mine. I surprisingly am still Lavanya Snigdha.

Purpose...

2008-10-16T03:06:00.000-07:00

I was just watching the bucket list and there’s this scene in which Edward’s watching a baseball match in the hospital and he asks Carter what he’s doing…
Carter says “scribbling.” “Scribbling what?” “oh nothing just scribbling” he says, and that line actually got me thinking; there are thousands of times in a week when I would want to write something down, something I would feel like telling people, but I never do that, why? I dunno. Its not like I don’t have the time, god forsake! But I know I have more time than anyone in the whole world… but then do I ever put it to proper use? The truthful answer, no.
Then I start thinking, what is writing to me? Why is it that whenever I think of something there’s an urgent need or rather a want to write things down? I think it fills up the void in me, I feel like my existence is rather, let me use the term, primary.
I have basic needs and I feel like all I do in my life is to fulfill them and do nothing in order to get what I want. The truth is when I write I feel complete, I feel like there is something worthwhile that I actually do, but then why don’t I when I know that I should be doing it? That again is something I could never understand about myself.
The need to express your thoughts should never die, not in a human at least, what then would differentiate us from an inanimate object?
Paulo Coelho in his book The Witch of Portobello says a human to tap his true potential and inner self needs to be able to concentrate on a task completely and should also be able to fill the blank void in between, the void in which one could think of unnecessary things. My life feels like that void, but when I do write, its objective all of a sudden, it’s as though I am filling my purposeless existence with a reason to go on.
To write is to look into myself, to search deeper, because being able to give words to your thoughts, is to give meaning to one’s soul, one’s living. I see people everyday who would say to me, “why do you waste your time thinking of such useless things?”
Surprisingly all I can do is laugh at them, I think to myself, “if only people realized what they could achieve by diving deep into themselves.”
So today all I do is try to put my thoughts out, its an outburst, a revolt against all I did till today, its to say I need words to fill my life, give them to me, and give me the power to fill the void when I want to.
To whom I say this, I do not know, all I wish is that I can satisfy it.
There are times of sudden insight that every person gets once in a while, and I should think that is when actually a person is truthful to themselves, these moments should give u happiness as to who you are what you do, but why do I feel hollow?
There’s this strange sort of emptiness within me. I have everything I need, but then there’s this restlessness inside me which is slowly eating me away, how do I pull myself out of this mess? Out of this whole lack of understanding of myself?
I should think it’s the most difficult task ever, which is to write. When one writes he needs to bring in meaning to every word he puts on paper, every word needs to shower enough meaning on to his thoughts so that what he wants to say has value.
Meaning is what I truly need, and this is the lock that I have been dying to destroy, and strangely, there’s this lightness I feel and I think I just lost a stone which was drowning me.
Search is a way of life.

Music...

2008-08-05T08:57:00.000-07:00

What is music?
is it words which are pulled together to form a rhythm?
tones which sound nice?
or just noise?

What is music???
Elvis?
Doris Day?
The Beatles?
aahh!
is it Mettallica??
Pink Floyed?
Iron Maiden??? (my guy says its a torturing device, I then understood why they named the band so...)
or is the more let's put it this way the "classics",
Beethoven?
Chopin?
Mozart?

who are the actual masters?!?!!?

well, according to me music is the soul, its a way of life...
music can portray happiness! elation, joy, euphoria (all being different levels of the same emotion)
music can show sorrow, death, a tear drop, a silent sob, a piteous moan( this we get loads of examples!!! *thinks of Britney Spears)
music can show anger, frustration, terror( god bless 50 cents!) , revolt, revenge and what not?

Music to me is life... its the language of the gods ( please forget Himesh Reshamia and Pappu pan waala) , music is the invisible band which joins people who are dancing on the streets! complete
strangers, one song similar tastes and they can get grooving together, a grandmother sings softly to a little baby, a lost rhyme, a girl sings for the love of her life, they smile music joins them, your friends! ooooh! those devils!!! they sing some song which would get u blushing like the magenta cloud! (note the alliteration on the top line)

Music does it all! its a way of life...

Boredom...

2008-07-12T11:23:00.000-07:00

it's been a hopeless saturday night (or should i say evening?) , only 10 in the night and everything's quiet and no one's talkin on tcs...

just perfect!

i message a bunch of my friends - the contents of tht msg are top secret!!!

and i get sad replies...

some of them replies were:-

1- "stuk in trafic re! u wait. i'l come."

2- "mom scoldin. can't come."

3- "do u think im a crackpot? go to sleep!"

4- "out with my friends."

5- "watching a movie, why don't u come over to my place? we can have fun."

now i was back to where i was... nowhere.

this was sadder than usual, no friends, nothin. everyone gone off to bed and i have no one to bug.

and just when i thought tht came this magical entertainment for me!

let's call the person X, i call X up and inform him im in grave trouble... i tell him of my woes and he nods silently (at least i think he did), he then says "Don't u worry my dear damsel in distress! im coming to your rescue!"

my joy knew no bounds! i skipped and hopped and pranced around my room (yea yea... hopeless, i know) and waited for my prince to arrive...

5 minutes - no sign of him
*oh he must be around the corner.

10 minutes - im yawning...
*he's gonna get a nice minced pie from me...

15 minutes - where the hell is he?!?!?!
*pulls her hair

20 minutes - ____________________
*zzzzzzzzzz.....

boredom is a way of life... face it... we have no other option...
*sigh!