Friday, December 14, 2007

Be Me

I'm writing my college essays currently, and in the flow of things I'd like to admit, they give me a sort of high...which is pretty amusing for my left brained mind [ i recently discovered that I'm left brained and so are Richard Feynman and Albert Einstein, so yaaay!!!]
Its strange but i do not really understand why i wanna be at college... is it because of the studies, or the exposure or the overwhelming-ness of it all?
is it because it'll make me a new person or is it the very need to know something in life? is it the responsibility to be able to earn or is it the quest to prove something?

its unbelievable how much our tiny lil teenage brain thinks of...
to put facts rather elusively, if i had it my way, i don't really know what i would've done.
go trekking on the Rockies...turn into a hippie[ w/ the drugs part].. become a saint..
but the sickening part is the reality of my limited control over my own life!
i cant even determine what i wanna do!!
social restrictions, duty towards parents, an assured comfortable lifestyle, steady income..perks. bleh.

i mean, seriously, what is that one thing we would all do if we didn't have to worry about where our lives are heading?
what is that one thing for which we would go crazy, take risks, reach the edge , anything!!
i know very well, that this is a momentary state of being and I'm gonna get back to me essays and slog. but sometimes i feel so carefree..
like i can leave all this behind and just travel around the world on foot and be me!
Yes, BE ME.
right now this is not me, this is the conventional me. the me who goes to school, then goes to college, gets good grades, gets into med school, gets married, buys a good house and live happily ever after.
I
wish i could just be the real me.
Who doesn't worry abt where their living is coming from...or what people are thinking...or how good or bad my personal life is..
Who doesn't have to answer anyone...'
Who can just tiptoe around nude in the house and break into a jig listening to nirvana..
Who can walk around Delhi streets wearing sarongs and chappals...
Who can wear a red cocktail dress to an Indian wedding and look like a million bucks...
Who can talk on anything from Russian literature to Bengali sweets..from existentialism to evangelism. evangelism .ahh.
Who can cook finger lickin' food and still refrain from eating it.
Who can perform a waltz wearing indian clothes..
Who can just say it like it is and never be shy.
ah! i just love me .

Friday, December 7, 2007

Why life is unfair

Grrr
okay, here's the deal: i have been getting wild cravings lately, like the get-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night ones...
and ITS NOT FUNNY.
arghh! why does choclate exist, why does anything related to choclate exist? okay so this is what happened today, i decided to put up all these mean pictures out here so that yoo guys lust too. I dunno why i'm doing this...
maybe out of sadistic pleasure ... muahahaha :)
If i'm going down, i'm takin y'all with me!! wicked :)

Lindt Dark Chocolate Truffle Cake:

Doughnuts never looked better:

Aww man! they cant do this!!

These are the super wicked designer chocolates at St. Regis. yes,it all has mean ness written all over the place.

Good ol' rocky chocolate malt fudge. ah well.

*speechless*
So now you're gonna rush out of that door and get hold of something , i know that!
come awn!
shoot in the comments, lets share the pain! :P

Wednesday, December 5, 2007

Punjabiyan di shaan wakhri

Jesus, today was like one ov those days when everything goes right, as if it was pre-planned or somethin..
like my principal actually was nice to me :) and he signed all the 140 papers i asked him to :P
and my recordings were like awesome in the first takes( yeah i sing n all)
and i dodged the queue at the atm machine by acting cute with the guy who was standin right at the start, i was like:
"pwweease can i go before you *insert pout here* and he was like..
"ya ya sure" * insert huge grin here *

and yes anoder reason was..my wicked cousin got married tonight and boy we had a blast! i love punjabi weddings, i love all kinda weddings actually.
i have decided that i'm gonna do the whole stayin alive sequence as my "wedding dance"...becz dude, if its my d day , it better be frikkin wild! \m/
i couldn't believe it when my cousin was being a pussy and sittin there all dressed up n shy posin for the camera like she's some "miss goody two shoes". i'm gonna freak out like there's no tomorrow...if my guy decides to keep it peaceful, he better look somewhere else. i plan to make it fuckin wild : saturday night fever or somethin :P

well comin on to the awesomeness ov the day, we guys dressed up and it was THE shit ppl! we are like gorgeous, it cant get better than this! we got weird mehndi stuff done which was eww becz i don like the smell . but it looked slick, here's a pic :D

then we loaded ourselves in the cars which looked more like mini flower shops , i can never understand why they do that to the poor metal machines, another pointer, no one will stick flowers with sticky tape on my car when i get married! oh no no!

then we drove to the venue which was some golf course, right!!
pathetic aint it?
we girls were wearin heels and stilletos and they kept sinkin in the grass :[
nevermind, then as the elder folk were busy in the borin ceremonies, the DJ started playin and woah!
it started like 9 and went on till 2 am! it was so frikkin awesome.... there were like these bunch of uncles who would keep intruding but like we gave a damm.
we'd just pout n preen and tell them away :P
these follwin guys did some ritual dance to entertain guests! they were so good at the bhangra, you'd swear they were PROs!
actually they were , hehe:D

i think when it comes to dancin on weddings, nothin can beat punjabi bhangra hip hop tracks! they like get u into the feel:grooviness n all.
it was funny but the groom's cousins kept hittin on us and we were like sooo interested. ha!

anyway, as it all came to an end, we stuffed ourselves with paneer makhni n butter nans et al ( indian cusine is a-m-a-z-i-n)and kept talkin till the wee hours of the mornin.
as the whole thing got over and the vidaai was to happen, we had a tiny problem, my sister would'nt cry!
hahaha
its like , in indian weddings, there is this ritual called vidaai, where the bride generally weeps her heart out cz she's leavin her mom n dad n going to a new place, and my bitch wouldn't just do it! the video guy was like "WTF is happenin?" LOL
dude that was freaky cool!
boy i'm gonna miss all the coolness,weddings are like so awesome ;)
and if there are two things dilli wallahs are awesome at, thats eatin n dancin! hehe
and seriously, there's no end to teh funny conversations, i had the same people comin n telin me 15 times how pretty i'm lookin or how grown up i am now.
i'm like i know u're drunk, so yaay!

ah well, sweet stuff :)

Monday, December 3, 2007

:) / :|

This post is err. but its what ure gonna read. so i've put in a cartoon for ppl who are kind visitors.
if ya feel like bangin ur head after readin it, just enjoy the strip and move on.
So i feel like a hippy.
oh no no, lemme rephrase that.
i am a hippy. right so i dun fag and don't do weed, but i remain high.
and its not exaggeration.
past couple of weeks, Ive been spendin time with me , myself and i. throw in led zepp , nirvana here and there. you get the point.
I've been through quite a cognitive experience.
what is it with humans? weird people. why is there attachment? why do we get affected? why do we let people around us determine to a large extent how our mental state is ?
i had a painful experience the other night which ended up in a massive fight and led to a sleepless night. why? why did their words affect me?
i believe in living life like a gypsy.
don affect anyone, don let anyone affect you. period.
then why do i give in sometimes? bleh?
have u ever felt like ur mind is wandering somewhere and u've lost all control. like some super natural force is controlling you and you have no hold over yourself.
like ure in a constant state of nothingness.
the work still goes on, studies. SATs. apps.issues. but u're in this weird trance. like you're drugged.
can totally live free and care less.
btw its fun to lose than to make others lose.
the other day, me and my friend took a cab and we ended up pay in the cabbie more than he deserved, we saw the smirk on his face, the triumphant "i fooled them" look. but strangely i din feel cheated at all. neither did i fret over the extra ten bucks.
the ecstasy is all over me nowadays. i feel better if I'm the one cheated on than me being the one cheating.
my happiness is getting me.
its contagious. what is it?
have i lost the will to live?
or have i started living now?
i feel like gravity.like I'm pullin everthing towards me.or
like I'm the epicentre of an earthquake.
I've lost all judgements. feels like nirvana.
which also reminds me, listen to this song
just do it, you will know u did urself good.

"Come
As you are
As you were
As I want you to be
As a friend
As a friend
As a known memory
Take your time
Hurry up
The choice is your
Don't be late
Take a rest
As a friend
As a known memory"

yes, this song is me.
i am my drug, i am my alcohol.

DISCAIMER: don let this affect you. its random and i may not openly call it trash but it might be close. But you know it makes sense to me and its my blog. so do the math.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

So many things are filled with the intent to be lost, that their loss is no disaster

"The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster."


This poem by Elizabeth Bishop has always held its deep meaning to me. its like one of
those poems you'd want to be engraved on your epitaph or something.
actually when i think ov it, i wouldn't want it really.
i mean , i don wanna die such a sad person. I'd want an army ov grandchildren crying their asses off when i die.

And i want to die beautifully. I should win the award for the most beautiful corpse ever. this does not mean i wanna die young, it just means i wanna stay beautiful when I'm old.
I've always found old beauty more intriguing than young.
I mean there's always something exotic about beautiful old ladies, which is non existent in the young ones. I especially have this thing for the laugh lines, the creases you get at the edge ov your eyes due to years of them folding up when you laugh . them creases say so much, even when they're silent.

So, today i cleaned up the clutter in my room , it was becoming a huge mess with books all over the place. i hate throwing away books, i refuse to give away; even the small sketch books i have, the ones where I've drawn those brown hills and snow covered houses and painted them with camlin crayons.
i never throw away things.
today i realised that I've got almost 100 kgs of books n registers from 11th n 12th alone. its not even funny. when you have science as your senior year subjects, it SHOWS!
I decided to give them all away becz they are really of no use to me, and frankly, eleventh and twelfth grade better be forgot.
There is nothing cute about registers having yellow pages filled with physics derivations and notebooks with biology diagrams all across the pages.
don't even mention chemistry, organic sucked my blood. now when i think ov it, i really liked in-organic though i always complained what morons Morrison-Boyd are.

As i piled everything up and was gonna tell my servant to take it away, i gave it one last glance and suddenly it all came flashing back. Its so difficult to let go of books. they like define us, they make us what we are. they define that period. that time we went through.
I never keep diaries. there is something unbearably sad about diaries and journals.
or maybe they're just not my thing.

I hate nostalgia too. i would do anything to avoid the grim nostalgic feelings.
William Shakespeare says:"Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment."
whatev dude. but i hate it.

As i bid farewell to two years of mutual love, i decided to take a parting shot, here be a pic of my lovely little lumps of books.
love them to pieces.

if any ov yoo are wondering why i haven't been writing, here's the answer. I'm dead busy and i don feel like blogging too much anyway. I've become a lazy baby. :)
my bad.
Having tons of application work to do also helps. My school counselor is a scary mofo.period.
anyhoo, all's well in my part ov the world.
take care ov yoo, so long amigos.

Thursday, November 8, 2007

Surviving. Or so it would seem.


All your life you wait for something and it turns out to be just the way you didn't want it to be.
have you ever felt like the worst version of yourself? has it ever occurred to you that you do stuff you don't feel for, you say stuff you don't mean??
let me explain.
sometimes in life, we actually don't realise that we're defying our own principles and then we're jacked. the worst thing you can do to yourself is fall from grace in your own eyes.
why does it happen that sometimes we let ourselves get carried away? why do we let things or emotions rule us? i think its like getting drunk.
we all have our ways ov looking at it.
I, personally, am downright against it, but if i let someone make me drink, am i demeaning myself? yes! absolutely. because I'm going against myself. I am , all i have. if i cannot respect my own terms and conditions, who will?

this is exactly what we fail to realise. people are getting forced into things everyday and everywhere. be it drugs , sex, alcohol, doping, anything.
its not about the substance, its about the affect it has on you. and the worst part is when you are teh one living in denial.
yes, denial, we all live in it sometimes. we deny because the truth freakin hurts. and we don't have the flickin guts to tolerate it.
but yes, when we do, when we come to terms with it, we surpass ourselves. we actually reach ourselves. its a cognitive experience, its spiritual.
it almost equals salvation. its that pure.
i can, promise this, that once you realise your "own " thing, and you can stand for that one thing you believe in,that's exactly when you've found yourself. its profound in the true sense of the word.

knowing that I'm independent , my own person and internally strong enuff to do what i;m doing and retain my senses in spite ov the numerous external factors, is the biggest high. its like ethereal.
that's when you're safe. when you are your savior. when you can defend yourself.
all i wanna say is, I'm writing for myself, becz i wanna retain this being right now, i wanna capture it, and i want you all to read it, if it makes any sense to you.
i wanna tell you that its real easy to give up, to let go, whats difficult is to stand it, to fight the battle and not sacrifice what you stand for, never ever let anyone tell you different.
cz then you'll regret it your entire life.

its like a flash ball hitting you, more like a falling star. it comes for a moment. that . one. moment. that one moment defines you.
it defines all that you are and all that you're made of. if you can stand your ground or you can let the waves sweep the earth under your feet.
listen to me, never defy yourself , you wont hate anything more.

you got your faith. you gotta protect it.

the thing with this conversation/blog post is that its different from any of the ones i've written before, because its not the talk I'm having with walls, if you get what i mean.
if you don't get whats happening here, don't worry, you will someday.

Movin on, its 9th november,Diwali. The big daddy of all indian festivals.
i dont intend to burst any crackers for some reason. and i dont like them anyway.
So Happy Diwali folks.
Be safe.

Monday, October 29, 2007

:::Hibernation:::

I have exams. and my AIM stopped working.
co incidence?? i think NOT.

Houston, we have a problem!

By the way, correction : i hated Gregor Mendel ( the guy who got genetics into the picture...Mendelian laws anyone?). So i hated him, but yesterday when i was doing genetics, i realised, i just despised the damm guy for creating genetics, and i hated genetics becz i never bothered to study it. and now that i did, BOY! its stinkin awesome. lurve it!

anyhoo,later mates, i got biology to do :S
Oh and Facebook is evil. and its not even funny!
hmpf.

Here's a Calvin quickie. for your eyes only.
Calvin has got to be the slickest bloke i know. period.


I'll be back!
:)

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

For a ten minute walk on the wet grass

Lo people,
this is me, jet again, ah! that y'all know. what you all don't know is that instead of being here, i should be my studious self right now and slog and burn the midnight oil for my November third exam.
i got exactly 3 test papers to do tonight, and in order to compensate for the little shopping expedition i had today [ what?? woman are u kiddin me..AGAIN!!!]...i'd have to sit on that chair the entire day and be my unhappy restless self.

I am the most amazingly restless person in the world. i cant sit straight for more than 5 minutes, and I'm being nice here. that's still a lot. ya yah yaah!!
i mean , it's been my ultimate wish to be able to sit still for ...say an hour? come awn guys, give me lil swelf a breakkk!
Anyhoo, so i went to fabindia today, and i was totally stumped at the sheer number of clothes there. i couldn't even skim through stuff, the ginormous bulk that was there.
I ended up buying a vintage print skirt which looked mighty slick on me. oh yes it did!! picture? sure! next time. cool? cool.:D
**
arghhh! I'm being told to study, this might be like my swan song since i don't think I'd be able to post before exams now.hmm.
**
Moving on, i must let yoo guys know, that my favoritest festival is Durga puja. for those who don't know, durga puja is an Indian festival ( originated in Bengal) that lasts for 9 days where people fast and worship goddess durga . its one of the most popular festivals in India and as part of the festivities, we have the dance events called Dandiya and stuff which most people are aware of .

I love durga puja. i find something mighty ethereal about those 9 days.i did not fast this time as my mom thought I'd die and reach heaven. but i did attend the ceremonies on the last 3 days which are the major ones.
Here are some pics, now don't just give them a cursory glance, yoo must realise how beautiful the idols look and the special way that their eyes and faces are painted up. i would've put up a video too, but I'm too lazy to upload. my bad.
(l to r) goddess Lakshmi, goddess durga and goddess saraswati.



Now, justifying the title a lil, i did this little gig today, i studied for some long hours and my back was paining like someone spanked it a coupla hundred times.
so i got up and went for a random walk in the nearby park. we had a lil downpour so the grass was moist. so , yeah u guess it right, i took off my sneakers and went bare feet. oh that feeling! ohh!! the grass blades finding their way through my orange painted toenails, sheer bliss.
btw orange is the new pink. buy it! or don't buy it.

So, passing thought, i found this wicked one liner while watching scrubs:
"It's funny, I guess sometimes when you do nothing at all, things just have a way of fixing themselves."
its so effin true, its almost like my motto now, seriously, life should be dealt easy. just lay back and watch.

Update: Mornings are becoming chilly in here, been going for my jogs at 5 ish and the cold cuts are bruising and painful. i like. oh i have this thing for cold wind slits. i get thrilled when i get them. just run monster speed on a cold morning and don't wear a wind shield. the cold wind slits through you, makes you go numb. me likey a lot. :)

PS: Not many people like stuff i do, so try at your own risk.
but then Where is your Will to be Weird???
think about it ;)

Take care of your cute selves,
Ciao amigos.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

This is Me

Aite people, trust me when i say " washboard abs " require some kick ass effort!!! right so I've been wanting those Jessica Alba abs and man am i busting my ass for it! i just got back from the frigging gym and i cant move a muscle!! its like all my bones are broken or something.

and people who gym regularly will know that we never work out the same body parts on consecutive days, BUT what i did not realise was that when they make you work your triceps on one day, and your shoulders the next, it pretty much has that effect when you kinder tend to feel like a dead woman.
but then when those collarbones are on major display when you wear a tube dress, thats when you say: hell yea! i LVE gymming!!
man, i totally believe in that saying, 'want somethin, go get it. period.'
Coco Chanel once said: there are no ugly women, only lazy ones!
bah! i mean if you crib about not having those legs, or that butt then go the frikkin gym and get it girls!! there's no escape route! no pain no gain. that's the hard as well as the right way!

anyhoo,
update: I'm reading Les Miserables and I'm liking it so far . review in the pipeline.
and i watched Forrest gump again last weekend and i solemnly testify that its one of the finest movies ever made. and yes i must confess i DID think it was based on a true story when i first saw it.
similarities bw Forrest and me:
1. we follow our own logic.
2. we listen to our mommas. [ yes i do! why is it so hard to believe?? ]
3. we love ping pong.
4. we both like tom hanks. ya okay this was dumb. or was it?
5. we both love running monster mad.
thank yoo very much!

Btw last night boredom got the better of me, i took this quiz on face book and boy, did i get the absolutely right results! check out people.
here:


Which Female Action Hero Are You?

You are part Princess Leia. You are down-to-earth and stick to a rigid sense of ethics. Nerds may lust over you, but everyone looks to you for your grounded logic and intellect.
You are part The Bride. When you get an idea in your head, you simply won't let it go! You constantly search for normalcy, love, and sometimes revenge--and your vicious stubbornness inspires you to fight to the death to get what you want.
Find Your Character @ BrainFall.com

wow. wicked :D
so nerds lust over me. aww that's so cute :P
oh and totally! i have that vicious stubbornness, i like invented it! hahaha
I'm so not the modest being. *wink wink*

btw yaay!! princess Leia + Beatrix kiddo a.k.a the bride = moi. me likey :)
i dunno if this is a coincidence but star wars and kill bill are like my favoritest movies ever ever ever!
i mean uma thurman is a dream! that woman is so me!
oh and all of us know why we like princess Leia. hint hint : The color GOLD!! hahaha :P of course there are other reasons too :D

so its a wednesday ladies n gentlemen, wednesdays are my favorite days of the week, for the simple reason that i like the sound of the word wednesday.
i lead a simple but complex life. no! that does make sense , if yoo really try to understand. and if yoo dont get it, don't ask me, because yoo cant really make people understand such things.

on this happy note,i end this post.
take care my wunnerful readers,
"May the Force Be With You"
:P

Sunday, October 14, 2007

Scent of a Woman


“Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains...”
Diane Ackerman.

I have been giving this some thought lately.
what is it about smell/scent that drives me crazy. I have this unusually deep inclination towards smells and scents. thing is , even when i was a young girl, like 7 or 8, i used to spend hours just smelling all of my mom's wide array of "expensive perfumes". the ones which mom's weird over friendly friends gave her on anniversaries or the ones which dad bought her on a birthday or something like that. mom never appreciated them, so i had the amazing opportunity to devour them.

No, but listen to me, I'm not talking about perfumes here, its not about perfumes! nuh huh! its about smell. MY SENSE OF SMELL. i think i have this elevated extra over working sense organ for my nose. I've always been this weird child following around my nose and getting driven by smells. i mean it seems like a disease. a disorder.
I remember me smelling my younger sister's camlin crayons, there was something about that smell. my sister thought i had a fit of insanity, silly mortal that she is. she cannot appreciate the fine nuances of life. nevermind. or even a bouquet of freshly sharpened pencils. or or my ultimate super duper fantasy world of book smelling.

If you've had the rare chance of being close to me, you will realise that i have this innate passion for book smelling, i go wild when i enter a library , an old one. it's been my forever fantasy to own a library like the one the beast had in "beauty and the beast", if you don't know what that is and aren't interested in animated movies, then Fugger off, you are not welcome to read this mind space. [ oh n i totally DIG ANIMATED MOVIES]

So, when i was in junior school, my science teacher wore this particular perfume always, she was sorta identified with it. as much as , recently when i was at a mall, i suddenly became frantic and started looking for her everywhere becz i smelled her. my mom thought i was insane. my dad always says I'm a re-incarnation of a dog. my huge obsession with biscuits re assures his faith. this is the same person whose been buying me bvlgari, chanel, klein on all my birthdays. I've always maintained: Parents are the coolest things on earth! i rest my case.
by the way, you guys have got to check out my all time favorite cookie/ biscuit, actually its a cookie also masquerading as a cake. its "jaffa cakes", i mean of course i love oreos, but my loyalties lie with jaffa cakes!!! they super rock! you guys can get them at modern bazaar at priya, that's where i get them from, cz these dumb fuck silly supermarket people don have them.pity.

Anyway, after much ado, and deep thinking, i decided to have my own signature perfume, the whole idea is so swell.
i mean it totally enthralls me when i think of it. though loads of people have told me that i've got the bestest natural scent ever. [ studies reveal that attractive people have naturally attractive smells, so Jesus to blame fellas!! ]
but since natural scents aren't so powerful , so imma settle for an artificial one. in fact its already been a month since I've been wearing this perfume, i'm sure people are getting the hang of it!! though when i grow up, i might make my own perfume with my natural scents,hmmm.
Aite have a great weekend all ya' readers and a marvellous week ahead.
adios amigos

Disclaimer : One jaffa cake = 200 calories. don't tell me i din tell you.
:P

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

HRH Princess Randomness

Bonjour wunnerful readers,
I've been good and I've been busy. Does that mean busy people are happy? i say yes. i have always believed that being up to the chin with work is the way to live. busy=good=happy.
you shouldn't have time to think too much. cz then you realise your life is fucked up. after all we're all jacked. lets face it. hehe
and well , Calvin says: "Some things don't deserve the thought people give them." agreed.

Anyway,i went to a couple of places last week and had some fun there. when i was returning, i took a couple of pics on the way back from my car. here be one of them. i love the weird patterns , the floating lights kinder image. blurry=good.
like them? do ya punks?
anyhoo, so am having hot thick tomato soup right now and its yummy licious. that reminds me, i realised yesterday that it had been more than six months that i had had Maggi and i was clearly saddened by that reality. i mean my love for Maggi noodles goes beyond the 2 minute rule. i mean heck, haven't we like survived on Maggi? isn't it a part of our reality?
so i went to the market near my place and stuffed my kitchen shelf with Maggi Masala. my loyalties still lie with Maggie masala, the original one . i hate all the new kids on the block, the weird atta noodles and stupid shit. yuck! i like my noodles cooked with plain water mostly, and of course with the masala they have inside the packet. I'm a master cook , by the way, think i haven't told y'all. well now you know. be happy about it. i cook very seldom and when i do , i do it elaborately, ya with all the nice silverware out and a proper three course meal + dessert.
i believe in perfection =)
AND and and i did not even realise, the last post was my 50th!! pretty cool haan? yea i know.
it's been great all this while with you all.
lets keep the show on \m/
sayonara people
stay cool .

Friday, October 5, 2007

Welcome to the Dark Side

So I've been spending quite some time with friends lately, my baby girlfriend aqseer is here and its so much cooler to have her around.
So thursday we guys just spent the whole day doin random weird stuff which includes dancing on baby got back [:D] and pullin an all girls fun filled day and then some serious conversations to resolve high merit issues in our lives which include getting aqseer's hair streaked blue.
I have finally dropped the idea of getting a permanent tattoo after much detailed thought. thanks for advice udit, you sorta know me more than me sometimes, hehe, kinder spooky innit?

So if you're thinking about the title, wel, see the pics and go figure. oh and my fellow Star Wars buffs, who did understand, here's a quote for you guys :
“Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.” Yoda 's THE MAN!

Well, my sat is coming near and I'm so busted, haven't begun serious studying as yet! right, saturday is my last "fun" day, I'm going under hibernation folks! miss me! k?
oh i might keep on writing though, cz it aint that big a deal.
so we guys took some real cool and WEIRD pics which are here
"For your Eyes only"!!
pretty cool haan?

Ze parking lot, nitu had to click one of these.


aman being his usual self


Asses in slow motion


The IHC illuminated at night is a spectacular sight ( I guess ramit singal, a fellow blogger, would love this pic, since he thinks ihc is one of the most beautiful places in delhi, this ones for you ramit! :P)

And of course, me and aman in conversation.


all pics are dimly lit cz that's the way i like it.deal with it.
here's the deal,the thing that happens when we meet is that we guys have endlessly cool and dimwit conversations , here's a sampler:
so nitu wouldn't stop takin pics of us walkin:

me - "ooh so you're doing your whole abstract photography thing?"
nitu - "uhm, actually i just took a pic of your ass!"
me - "oh?"
me - "yeah, its ass-tract photography."
aman - "you're funny...not!"

if you dont find that fun, too bad!
anyway, all's well on my side of the world , hope's all well with y'all too.
have a great weekend and don't forget to do something pointless!!!
ciao amigos

Monday, October 1, 2007

Weekends don't count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless.

Heya punks,
So October is here! damm, time flies, innit? October is supposed to be the busiest for me with all the exams and fests and birthdays stuffed in it! why are all my friends born in the latter half of ze year? hmmm.

Anyway, i had cousins over fo the weekend and so posting was a trouble. so after last week's heavy shopping excursion , i got stuck shopping AGAIn this week! nightmare??? nahh! but i prefer shopping on non consecutive weekends cz then i can do something worthwhile in between.

Anyway, nuf shit. alls well dat ends well and dis one did!! i ended up buyin this amazin red dress and this "TO DIE FOR" orangish pink suede belt! and my sweet readers, I'm kind enuff to post a pic of me wearin it ! i wud've been kinder and posted a full pic had the blog world been free of stupid voyeurs! i mean the side pane is like still okay, cz u cant meddle with the pics, but here, u can see the enlarged version! sigh!
BUT this also means u can see the fine nuances of ze beauty of this belt!
i have a fetish for belts, especially suede ones! suede leather is my eternal love! and this one scores brownie points cz it has that unusual color of suede, not pink entirely, not orange entirely, just the right shade! oooo i love it!
and the buckle! pure seduction! is there anything better than a bronze buckle on a suede belt! i say NO!
so here be a pic of my fine possession :


Anyway, so The Sightblinder has been really sweet and has made a comic strip for me which is here for you all to see.
Manas, ladies n gentlemen, is generally not so kind so i really appreciate the gesture. he's got a really nice comic blog which is here. Unfortunately he doesn't want us to comment on those darn cool comic strips of his, so you can just go , see, enjoy and come back.
here's the strip which u will also find on the above link. those of u who like the blue background as opposed to the white one can see it here. hehe.


This is World Wildlife Week by the way, I'm gonna try do my bit to contribute to it. this is like an important topic and it deserves a full post! perhaps it will follow!
That's all for now my fellow wunnerful earthlings,
have a great week :)
Adios Amigos!

Monday, September 24, 2007

love Help thy neighbor blogger

ATTENTION LADIES N GENTL'MEN:

I WANT THIS T-SHIRT!!
It costs just $15.99 and i totally want it, them asses don ship it to india. anyone willing to help out me poor baby , pls contact . PLEEES!



you wont have to pay, i'll do that! duh!
and yea, u will be suitably rewarded! i mean it! :P

@random passerbys: i dun generally do this on me blog, those who're startled, just carry on reading previous posts.
peace out,
"the girl whose desperate for this shirt"

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Little less conversation

hullo people,
It's a frikkin sunday and it doesn't feel like one. work studies work studies, u get the picture.
yesterday was a very girlie day for me n nitya, we shopped till we dropped, actually we hardly shopped, just became dead tired. courtesy moi. i am one person who'll roam around all ze markets of Delhi for one pair of stilettos, u see, perfection is hard but does exist!
how can u possibly settle for suede brown stilettos when u want chocolate brown ones? Now u know why my mom has disowned me when it comes to shopping.
anyway, so we had a fun day apart from the usual feet hurtin episodes, for those of you who're interested, espirit has an awesome collection for this fall! to die for.

so i went to this mall called Ansal's where u just have too many ppl and too many shops and too many bird watchers, i mean guys look at u like they've never seen a female before! GRRrrr

somethin which I've been noticing since a very long time is that McDonald's is always full! its over flowing, u have 4 ppl who donno each other sittin on one effing table cz there is no frikkin space!!!
wat is wrong with us delhites??? are we not entertained?? [ i shudnt try being like maximus, only russell crowe is good at it][maximus is the gladiator guy for those of you who've just woken up from deep slumber]
no but srslee, ppl just hound that place like its got some sorta diamond free with every burger or watev.
ah! now i know, with the dumb "old world prices crap", u have shit ass burgers for 20 bucks , thats why any and everyone wants to go there! i despise McDonald's! totally with every blood cell in my veins and arteries and capillaries!

so as ive figured that most of you dun really care abt the photo blog [do i? ofcourse i do] , so i'd rather publish this pic i clicked yesterday here !
as i was sittin fag tired in front ov one of the shops, i saw this cute lil bunny girl hoppin around and she totally captivated me!
i took a few pics by bribing the guard with my sweet looks and puppy faces and a pic for him! twas fun!i loved this kiddo!
here be a pic:

oh n if u haven't noticed, the glass has my reflection on it it, the black harem pants person is moi! :)

happy sunday everyone, take care of you!

PS click pic to enlarge and realise the cuteness of the situation

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

I tried being reasonable, I didn't like it.

Dear people,
i have realised that i like beginning my posts as if I'm already in the midst of a conversation with y'all. it gives me immense joy to discuss issues close to my heart and issues not so close to my heart and read your articulate views on them.

I've realised that this blog has become a part of my life which might not be essential but is quite important. to think of it, i was planning to shut it down a week back as i was certainly not able to keep up with my schedule and the responsibility to maintain it. bah, i chucked it, i like it here.

so my brilliant readers,
i have been hell busy lately which is exactly the reason i haven't been writing.
my apologies.
plus after a daily dose of college essays , i am already to exhausted and idea-less to write anything worthwhile for you guys to read.
it's also been running through my head that my blog is so completely random n personal, why would anyone read it?
all i talk about is stuff happening to me which is of no concern to anyone.
then why do people read it? that's a rhetorical question.
why, becz you're wunnerful of course.

today's my mom's bday and i don't have a gift for her, I'm an ungrateful daughter.
hmmm.
should i cook her a meal, im a chef extraordinaire after all, or should i take her to watch a play or somethin ?
boy, if only parents could tell us what they wanted like we do.
on second thoughts, that would be really annoying, becz then we would feel like we're obliged to do it and its never a good idea to do somethin to oblige someone which is precisely the reason i do not ask for gifts!

update: i think Clint Eastwood is the perfect man for me. anyone whose remotely close to him in real life can approach , which means no one will becz he's one of a kind. Clint Eastwood is one guy who can give u an orgasm even when he's like 70! he's most probably the only screen guy who i actually dig! i'm not much of a "i heart tom cruise/johnny depp/fill some name" kinder person!

shoot! i got hell lotta studies+work+essays etc to do, let me just keep my mind off it!

till then,
“Go ahead, make my day”
-Clint " my man" Eastwood!

see ye'

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Star light Star bright

Dear "all you wunnerful readers",
My apologies for the hiatus, but i have been experiencing lots of life changing ordeals lately. To begin with, i must say that today was one of the those days of my life which i wanna cherish forever! the kinds which u never ever wanna erase from your memory.
Well, despite being an utterly difficult and opinionated and brutally honest friend that i have been ,Leia, one of my best friends has bestowed upon me the honor of being her bridesmaid! :)
This means a lot to me , or to any girl for that matter! i cannot express the happiness that i am experiencing.

I haven't mentioned on this blog ever , but i am a hardcore elegance and womanhood fanatic. i love the whole concept of corsets , Victorian era literature , architecture, teapots (those of u who've seen my photo blog would agree here)

Since Leia wants to have a prim n proper Victorian themed wedding, i get to wear an ornate 'Belgian lace gown'. PERFECT!!
right, more scoop on this will follow, the wedding's like a lot of months away so i can breathe and feel high about myself .

Anyway, today i realised something really amazing, my copy of catch22 has become so old that its pages have yellowed and the paper has become brittle and parchment quality. thats sheer bliss.
i have always adored old books with yellowed parchment paper and now i actually own one. it makes a whole lot more sense to me becz catch22 is one of my fave books. and i bought it with my own money. boy, am i growing up too soon or what?

Then i became all bookie -smelly and went down to the attic to have a look at all my old books.
i saw my fairy tales, my fables , my nursery rhymes,
i have inherited this from my mother - i never throw away a book .my house might look like a hundred year old library, but i will retain all the books i ever own. i still have my kindergarten sketch books, where I've made those silly little drawings with mountains and trees and triangular red brick houses.

As a kid i was an avid choral recitation lover. still am , just love the elocutions and recitals. i rber performing on one of the recitals in 5th grade where i recited the poem "Tummy Beast" by Roald Dahl! i won 2nd slot and after an hour of crying and hot chocolate fudge, became complacent.
I've grown up with Roald Dahl. No writer can ever hold such a place in my heart as did Dahl. i love him with all my heart.

After this particularly happy reunion with my old books, i felt really high. it left me with that magical warm feeling. and suddenly i realised that i was all grown up.
i feel having a great childhood is very important. i thank my parents for giving me all the joys i could ever think of. i mean , i cant imagine a life without books, rhymes , tea parties and daffodil dresses with satin ribbons. i 've been blessed.touch wood.
I'll part words now with this wunnerful rhyme that i loved as a kid and I'm sure all of u did too!
why, i still love it. :)

"Star light, star bright,
The first star I see tonight,
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have the wish I wish tonight."

PS i almost forgot, its september eleven everyone, lets pray for those poor people who lost their loved ones six years back on this day and lets hope that this evil war is over soon . may the souls rest in peace . and may the unfortunate minds who spread this unnecessary terror realise what an awful thing they're doing. let there be peace.

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

Yuh huh... Right!

Hey people,
life's been amusing lately.
by the way, not only was i under-estimating the biology subject tests but was also OVER estimating my learning capacities! boy, its hard!! guess, i'll just deal with it!
anyway, i think Rihanna has done a fab job with the song Umbrella(ella ella eh eh), hehe! lurve listening to it over and over.

i registered for my SATs and got American Embassy as my test centre!
DAYUMM! that place is effing sick! they don give a single minute extra! and its the worst spot in the world to give ur sat1 paper, with the timing stupidity and the different section bullshit to add on to the misery!!
fank god, i didn't have to go there for sat1!
but i would've preferred avoiding that place again this time 'round too!
as luck would have it! :(

anyway, I've been flooded in with requests to put up comic strips on this blog and i so so agree. some of my really sweet readers dropped in mails sayin i should take up comic stripping (pun?)! :P
as desperate as i am to make my own cartoons, I'm horrfified to let u know that i completely suck at it!
[will make specimens and put them up here for better understanding!]

so, on one of my random rendezvous on the cyber space, i saw this ignominious ridiculous strip!
click on it and READ it! what the hell do they mean, them ppl?


Mannn! bloggers are an effin' underestimated lot!
PS i do not have a shiity haircut!

Monday, September 3, 2007

Aimless/Mindless sprints

Ummm, not only have i brought procrastination to new levels but have also completely washed out all chances of proper time usage.
the only reason i haven't been writing is because: "i don't feel like"
lame,it is. in the past days, i have refused to do anything worthwhile and the only time occupying thing which i do is running monster mad aimlessly.

as i have mentioned on this site earlier, I'm in love with this b block park near my place which also happens to be a yoga spot for dirty muffs. i 've also begun to despise yoga as i despise every other exercise form which doesn't involve quick sweat and breathlessness. you should feel the rhythm burning your body! bah, i cant make several poses and stay that way just because its the most followed work out in the world and that bikram dude is earning millions by getting a patent on it and because Madonna feels its dope!

further.
am planning to justify the title by enlightening y'all with my humdrum random un-purposeful running. i have begun to brim with happiness with this new pursuit of life. i just put on my converse, walk to the park and run aimlessly long distance!
people watch me and i watch myself. :) (as always)
i have a fetish , a newfound fetish for extreme physical exertion AND it is here to stay.

in the early morning, some oldies refuse to leave the park alone becz they have some yoga groupie thing going on but otherwise its a peaceful place.
in the later part of evenings, a bunch of rowdy guys inhabit the place they like calling their football field. if it hadn't been for my love for football, i would've complained to the society cz the entrance of the park says: " no sports to be played on the grass" and since tha whole park has grass, so there.

i also realised that i have the potential to stay quiet for two entire days consecutively. i can go 48 hours without parting my buccal cavity (lips/mouth) except for intake of nutrition aka food.
that is all for now readers, I've got mindless running to do.
and if i don't write for a number of days, that's just becz i don feel like.
take care everyone ,wherever you are.

PS this quote makes sense to me , more than anything ever has!
"It's your life and it's ending one minute at a time"
-FIGHT CLUB

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Easy pleasures

Hello everyone, it was a holiday today in my part of the world. its a festival actually , which i do not get to celebrate cz i don have a brother. but i hardly care. i get a break which is good enuff!
so what i did was, i actually decided to go n see what these guys do at this 'therapy place' i've been hearing about since forever. actually its sort of like a secluded -lil- trees -everywhere-dwelling where old people live and AND have a marvellous time!

I've always felt a lot for old people , thats becz Ive spent most of my small life with my set of old ppl, my grand folks! anyway, so i went there and just spent time with them and felt rather cool.
they were good fun to hang out with and even cracked brainless crazy jokes , the kinds we teenagers think we have a 'patent' over. the roll on the floor , laughing ur ass off kinds! i had a groovy time and I'm gonna drive down there more often , not because my applications require me to but because i want to.

anyway, I've been doing a lot of, a LOT of reading for my literature subject test this November. and genuinely speaking, i have begun to savor English. i mean i never hated it but it was never "my kinder" subject.
now i have begun to delight in poetry and revel in the plays these guys wrote decades and centuries ago and I've begun to really wanna read them , not just becz i got to but becz i want to!
i mean here i am , reading stuff written by a couple of 100 year old men which makes sense to me just like it did to them a 100 years ago!

it just perplexes the hell outta me that how can a guy know precisely what i feel or will feel when he was in a totally different world and a totally different being! how can two people feel the exact same things? that is why i adore poems, cz they're short and convey whatever they have to without wasting paper.
i r'ber a couple of years ago i used to be good at this stuff, i used to write good poems worth being shown around. now i suck at it! infact i just cant do poetry anymore. things change.
for instance, i used to despise Shakespeare. we had this poem called "the seven ages" by him in our 7th grade curriculum and i hated him and i hated everything ever written by him [guilt] and here i am spending as much time i can on his plays now. and as a matter of fact, i agree. he was really good. there really isn't any praise without no rhyme or reason.

So because I'm interested, i came across this exquisite piece of art [poems = art], the other day, I've even put it up on my other blog. i liked it too much!
It's a sonnet by E.E.cummings and it's splendid! enjoy.

I carry your heart with me
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)
i am never without it(anywhere i go you go, my dear;
and whatever is done by only me is your doing my darling)

i fear
no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet)
i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,
my true
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keepin the stars apart

i carry your heart , i carry it in my heart.

Sunday, August 26, 2007

Wordless Weekend

Spent the weekend loitering around the mall and bidding farewell to a friend.you can find some queer pics here. She's goin to Mt. Holyolk for this fall.good we dint have any emotional moments. i hate goodbyes. and i cannot bring myself to say all the formal "was a pleasure" and "keep in touch"...I'd rather not meet the person at all. and i cannot , cannot go through the crying bear hugs. i just can't.

Anyway, I've been wanting to write so much, u guys have no idea!
but I'm just wordless! that's rather strange. has it ever happened to you that u have so much to say, so much to write but you cant! isn't it so weird?
stumbled on this poem day before and found this strange appeal to it.
it says that losing anything, relationships, friends, lovers or inanimate things like fave possessions , houses anything..it is an art.
wonder if it's an art or not. but for sure..its difficult to let go.
of even the smallest of possessions. well.read the poem. you'll see how she wants to portray that she's unperturbed by the losing element in her life. but she totally isn't.
isn't it so common...ppl putting up a brave front when u can so easily see through them. people are guarding themselves all the time... from acquaintances and even loved ones. why do we wanna keep it to ourselves when we know that sharing pain lessens it? i mean I'm a victim too. just another weird human trait i guess. hmm.

read the poem, really like it.

One Art
by Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

take care everyone.

Friday, August 24, 2007

The Butterfly effect

It's been a stressful STRESSFUL week for me, starting with dreadful four hour classes of math on monday and tuesday leadin up to a not so great wednesday[:(] and a troublesome friday. now is the weekend and I'm goin out with my best friend for a day out, gotta like it.
plannin to catch a movie today, confused between transformers and ratatouille.
hmmmm.
suggestions anyone?

somethin really peculiar happened yesterday...i was goin for my classes and we stopped at the red light, i rolled down the window to feel the rain drops [ yeah it was raining] and suddenly this butterfly entered my car from nowehere, i rapidly rolled up the screen to let it stay, oh i so wanted it to. it fluttered around the cabin as if tryin to mark the place. it landed on my palm for a while then buzzed away cz i tried feelin its wings. it seemed to have this fascination for my hairbrush cz it kept landing on it more often than not.
i wonder sometimes how these lil' beings live. thats like us livin in place where everyone's hundred times our size, like giants all around. must be helluva scary. dunno how they manage. with all the maniacs trapping these lil animals and killin them. must be dam hard!
then it dawned on me some minutes later that it wasnt exactly its "idea of fun"..being trapped inside a car with a human being starin and gaping at it .
so i let it go.

another weird thing that occured, as i was passing the priya red light to go to vasant kunj, i saw these bunch of kids standin near the rear end of a water car, waiting for the man to open the tap to get some water. it looked like a pic i desperately wanted for my blog. darn i din carry my cam! shucks! now i have decided that my cam will go with me everywhere. i don wanna miss out on moments, such moments.

during the course of this week, i have been dwelling on some rather feminist issues and have prepared quite a few articles, have a debate comin up. life's hectic.
but i prefer it that way, i've realised that i like being occupied than being free becz then i don have my mind flyin away in different directions, its peaceful and focusing on the task at hand.

aite people, happy weekend, have a great time :)

passing thought:
"The thing always happens that you really believe in ; and the belief in a thing makes it happen."
Frank Lloyd Wright.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

On a day like today

while searching for things to eat in the fridge a moment ago..i had this un relenting urge to write my blog. its very peculiar of me..but anyway.
I'm havin short butter bread with mayonnaise filling and coleslaw which is by the way my favorite type of sandwich filling.
i was forced to eat today by my friends who asked me to choose between 'double decker hot chocolate fudge with gelato base' and 'cheesecake'.
obviously i chose the former. no points for guessing why. my loyalty lies in ice cream and I'm not gonna betray it for some silly alluring cheesecake.

eventually i ended up eating none...cz makin me eat something is as hard a task as askin Severus snape to not have a cold face. [ may his soul rest in peace, god speed]
i prefer organic food which doesn't ruin my detox diet and doesn't play havoc with my system. though i lurve indulging in Indian "khana" once in a while.

er...I've drifted a lot from the topic. actually i wanted to write abt this ignominious dream i had last night.
here i must also point out that I'm not a very good sleeper. i hardly sleep. if on a blue moon night i sleep before 12, i end up getting up at 4 and then i watch re runs of Dexter's laboratory on cartoon network or occasionally try to watch Grey's anatomy [ putting up DVDs is a pain, i prefer television, its "no hard work". i like.]
my theory is that i run out of sleep, so in order to sleep everyday, i must keep the hours minimal."the brighter candle burns up faster", anyone?


so i did end up having a good sleep yesterday and for the 7th time in my life had a dream [ the figure is made up. point is i don dream a lot].
i dreamt that my gran ma died and we're all going for her funeral. i woke up sweaty and started crying. [ i know.]
i immediately phoned her at 6 am and was desperate to know her status. she was happily reading her Ramayana which she has been doin since the past 17 years or so each morning. she was chirpy and that brought me more relief than a Liverpool fan gets when Gerrard scores.
i told her abt my grotesque dream and she laughed abt it and told me that when u dream abt someone dying, actually its a sign of their long life.
:) :) :)
i hugged her on the phone, gave her a few kisses and peacefully went back to sleep.
phew! i prefer dark circles, anyday!

( i put up this pic cz it defines how i feel for my g'parents, i love em more than anything in the world, just love the pic)

it did not end here...i had the most terrible math class ever, my calculus teacher is a nutcase and there is nothing he can do abt it, cz its beyond his capability to first of all come to terms with the fact that he's a moron.i despise this man. utterly so.

the only saving grace for the day was the delightful news that i'm goin on a month long vacay to the big apple and oder places this december AND mom dad et al wont be accompanying me!
ah, i love my folks a lot but i don like travelling with so many ppl, particularly my younger sister who keeps talkin non stop all the time n all the places in her high shrill voice. i love her too. but watev.
so im gonna have a lot of fun . :P

i saw the Simpson's movie and its quite good, but i like the tv shows better.
update: I'm still in love with my cyber shot and cherishing every moment with it. it tags along with me everywhere i go and has become rather clingy. I'm fearing someone might grab me by the collar one of these days when I'm secretly clicking their picture for my photo blog!!
bah, ill just make my quintessential puppy face and get away with it.
like i always do.
i lurve being a girl.
=P

Sunday, August 19, 2007

That ol' curiosity

so i finally did it! i finally made a photo blog everyone, yesh! :)
i haven't been posting since Ive been busy conceiving ideas for my new blog...the name, the URL, the template, everything. thanks for ur help rohit,it was very thoughtful of you.

i hope I'm able to maintain both my blogs properly and that one doesn't get over shadowed by the other. i can get a lil partial to this one cz photography just appeals more to me. :P
all the while i was making it...i was listening to "imagine" again n again and was fallin deeper in love with it each time i heard it. so don be surprised if the blog has traces of it. oh actually its got a big mark..u'll see when u reach it.
its Here
that's a link but for lesser mortals, here's the URL:
http://my-midsummer-nights-dream.blogspot.com/
feed back is welcome as ever.

PS as photography is the order of the day , I'll sign out by posting this amazing pic i came across on the world wide web.

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Elvis has left the building.

It's queer how the death of someone you don't even know can affect you so much. how can you possibly feel for someone you have never ever met in ur life. its strange for me cz Ive never had that euphoric fan feeling for any artist ever.
well this is not abt me...its about Elvis Aron Presley. Thirty years ago on this day..he died. he was just 42.

for those who don't know...Elvis died of a drug overdose and an enlarged heart which was an ailment he suffered throughout the latter years of his life. the drug over dose was the result of a good for nothing doctor prescribing him medicines drugs in the months leading to his death.

well...what's done is done. but he continues to live for us even decades after he died. the strange thing abt Elvis is, ppl who aren't his hard core fans...even they feel for him. there was this charisma in him. that was becz he was an amazing person. a great soul nd a kindred spirit. i have forever believed that no person can ever achieve something in life if they aren't good ppl. somewhere down the line. it just gets back to u. what goes around comes around.

elvis had this endearing appeal in him. like this empathy in his looks and this pain and compassion in his voice which I've never come across.
i sometimes wonder why do great ppl have such tragic ends and such un naturally short lived life spans.

i was listening to Britney the other day and was reminiscing the middle school days when she was all i listened to. what happened to her? instead of calling her a mad woman..we must realise how sad and hopelessly traumatic life can be for these people. they are constantly scrutinised for everything they do, no privacy whatsoever. the very fame and adulation for which we crave ..is the sole reason for them to lose it. i mean..take Britney...she was 16 when she got more popular than the queen of England. at such tender age.. things just awfully go wrong.
even Syd Barrett[ the founding member of pink Floyd] ...he died of schizophrenia...he was the person behind those wonderful lyrics we love so much. 'comfortably numb' and 'wish u were here' were written for him as a tribute after his untimely death.

whenever i see or hear abt these ppl...something inside begins to hurt immensely.
i donno if I'm just the only person but isn't it so painful..the way their lives end up? they say...when Elvis was found dead in his bathroom..he was in a knelt down position as if he was praying. they say he was an ardent god follower and died in that position spending his last moments for his faith.
its just too hurtful.
he was the undisputed king of rock n' roll and forever will be. nothing can change that. and he was also the man who can make a 17 year old cry thirty years after his death when she hadn't even seen him. he was magical. that's why he was called back early i think.
listen to this song. one of Elvis' best. u can hear the feeling tearing apart and reaching you.
'Love me tender'


the follwing is a song which Elvis loved and which so puts to words the thoughts we have for him.
"killing me softly"
'Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
I heard he sang a good song.'


Elvis,u'll forever be alive.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

I'm in control n' Lovin' it

This gymming thing..its A D D I C T I V E.
take my word for it. i mean ...I've gotten so used to it now..i feel a void if i miss it on a day. its like...u feel like high on urself...there is this sense of being in control. try it fellas..ure sure gonna love it.. its like...when ure working out or having a sweaty dance session..it liberates you..totally fills u up!

i personally am a dance fanatic. i love dancing so every time we have a dance theme workout i have the time of my life! wonder if its good for my heart...my pulse rises to 160 all the time..which is a sign of bad health..innit?
so today we had this jam session where we had the whole floor to ourselves and punky music was playin and we were just supposed to freak out and sweat it up!
ah! i like. :D
the thing about exercise is...u hate it if u don do it. and once u start off...its killer. u don wanna leave it.
its riveting.
agreed abt the hormone shit..the endorphins n stuff...hey I'm supposed to be a pre med major..boy i should know some details...well never mind!
so they were playin Geri halliwell to get the things steamed up....and damn! its like the most fast lane song ever, its so energising. makes u wanna jump up and get started. i've liked this song since ...5Th grade, when i first heard it.
listen to it and feel the grip!
this is close to the jam session we had today, only wilder! ;)
chek out the song at 1:13 [my fav part]



and ya..today's iDay!
so happy independence day folks! i really donnno wat to write abt this...i don really feel too enthusiastic abt the whole deal...guess i'll have to leave the country to know how cool it is..."familiarity breeds contempt" ..ya?
heh..kiddin...i've always loved this day ..well..thats becz its a holiday...and on a more serious note... like every normal country lovin person...i feel immense pride to be an indian but i get really pissed off by all the shows they have on tv today. hate commercialisation. period.

it came in the papers yesterday...that there was this survey conducted and indians ranked highest in it cz they were the ones who loved their culture the most! voila!
today the times of india ppl have done a good job with this iDay supplement called makers and shapers..its got good articled abt pl who've done somethin for the country..wonder why sonia gandhi's name is there. worthless woman!

im gonna enjoy the hoilday by studyin my ass off and watchin a will smith movie..u guessed it right...independence day! no matter how many times i watch it..i cant get nuff of it! im sure its got somethin to do with will smith. *giggles*
by the way...i watched swades a few days ago. its a moving film. must watch for all of us who are ready to leave motherland for foreign shores. geez...this really got me..dinnit? it's seriously nice. moves slow but then..so do all of our movies..right? so thats not much of a concern.
btw iday sounds like im celerating "apple day" or something right? :P

I'll end this post with this strip i saw somewhere.
and this cool one liner i read somewhere :
"No one can ride your back if it's not bent!" Amen.

Happy iDay! BE PROUD!

Saturday, August 11, 2007

"That's the difference between me and the rest of the world! Happiness isn't good enough for me! I demand euphoria!"

Have u ever said something u really wanted to and then realise what a gruesome mistake u've committed?
let me explain...I'm one of those people who are just not able to say what they want to...i have always wanted to be able to be mean to people who 're incredulously mean to me and guess what? today i was. i was able to say the exact words in the exact phrases at the exact time i wanted to. and now i feel tortured. this always happens to me...when i say what i wanted to..i end up torturing myself...i feel terrible.i feel like a horrible person. if only i could go back in time and undo everything i did.I've decided ..I'm not gonna try and tell people what i want to. its just not my thing.wonder how some ppl can just be so brutal and rude and get away with it?

anyway...today has been an exceptional day otherwise...my part of the world has good weather, and nice windy breezes...and a slight tint of sunshine..just the way it should be...and there is no downpour ..just the hint of it...again, just the way it should be.
on my usual stroll today in the park, i finally was able to get rid of my fear of insects and held a butterfly in my hands for a fraction of a minute.
it was pure magic. i was delighted. the velvety feel of her wings and the titillating motion that it was up to... as if trying to tell me something.


i am intrigued by butterflies...they are all the same but each one unique...they are the only species so close to us human beings..we 're also all the same but each one of us is unique..they say there is always exactly one more person in the world who looks like you..wonder if I'll ever meet my twin? actually i don't want to..I'd rather believe I'm the only one blessed to look like me. :P

I've also discovered that out of all the places i like...i adore bookstores...the ones in which u can sit and read for hours ...not the ones in which the silly ppl shove u out if u stick around loitering...
bookstores are the best thing that happened to man. to me at least.
there is something so enchanting about shelves and shelves of books waiting to be read . my ultimate fantasy is to be able to own a house and have a huge library with bookshelves extending unto the ceiling. pure happiness.
i have this theory according to which our books choose us. we don't choose them.
each book knows what kind of a reader it wants and so sub-consciously when we enter a book place ..our mind leads us into te passages where our destined books lie and we end up selecting them out of the millions of books available.
isn't there something so mysteriously fascinating about it? this is the exact reason why i feel books are our best friends..they talk to us! and like all other friends..books also "choose" to be with us. I'm so ecstatic to know so many books like me..cz i keep ending up in a bookstore more often than my allowance allows!
my mother refuses to give me money cz she's aware I'll spend it all in a bookshop!
well...the book lord chose to endow me with all the precious friends...i pity the people who don't like reading.... they miss out on so much! but then it's not their fault, books don't befriend them.
pardon me for sounding un realistic..but i have my moments! when i choose to live in a fairy tale.
and i have no regrets!

i found this extremely amazing song...which so exemplifies the state of mind i have right now . its from the movie "the wizard of Oz". try to love it...
here are the lyrics:
over the rainbow:
http://www.reelclassics.com/Musicals/Wizoz/rainbow-lyrics.htm
if u want u can soothe yourself by followin the link and listenin to it yourself:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2A2Jt4WOxN8.

happy weekend people!
i hope u have it as beautiful as u want it to be
.

:)

Wednesday, August 8, 2007

'nuff said!



I'm back to the grind!
all consumed in stuff...when i saw this strip all i cud think of was :
"how precise!"
guess we're all addicted..this blogging thing gets you! it so so does!

PS I'm apologetic for depending heavily on comic strips [read C&H and others] for my blogging...i guess I'm just havin my PHASE!

I'm takin off by leavin this quote behind..i read it somewhere and i cant rber anythin..not even the author's name and watev..help me will y'all?

"There is nothing to regret...neither for the person who leaves ...nor for the person whose left behind!"
makes sense.
a LOT of sense.