I think i wanna be back

Its been a while
And i miss it.

How many times can a man turn his head, pretending he just doesnt see?

"Sometimes I wonder if God will ever forgive us for what we've done to each other...Then I look around and I realize... God left this place a long time ago."

I was watching this short film on civil wars in Africa today and I felt so worthless and superficial.
All we ever do is , work selfishly to get a better life.
I have never had anything against those few people who actually go around working for world peace, poverty, illiteracy et al but I must confess i have never had any of those urges to go and do something likewise.
Today when I saw the entire gruesome situation with my own eyes, something inside began to hurt,
what are we here for?
Live out a rat race our entire life and then die knowing we've "accomplished" something? We study, grow up , get a good job, get an easy lifestyle, ah well. we are all too familiar about this.. I'm gonna leave it here.

I stopped writing this blog for readership a long time ago, today I just write this because I feel I have truly discovered my purpose here.
I can proudly say my mother is one of the most humane people on the planet. she's a doctor and I have seen her doing exactly what doctors are here for.. help those in need rather than being money minting machines.
I talked to her today and. Okay this is not one of those weepy introspection posts.
The point is, i know what i am born for now. I have purpose.and thats a damm fine feeling.

And well, we're all inherently good, please, lets just stay that way.

This excerpt says what I want to, in a much better way course.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas.

Papa :*

Have you ever really missed someone when they're right there with you?
Its a funny feeling, rather gripping actually.
Okay so the thing is , I share a very silent relationship with my dad, well I'm gonna say papa cz that's what I call him.
Anyway, so papa and I have always had a weird relationship. I am like the most affectionate person you can ever meet, I mean all day long, I keep hugging and pecking my grandfolks, mum and the rest of the clan.
But with dad, its sorta different, its the strange-nice-not bad-different.
I always think before I do something with him. Now that just sounds awfully weird, but well, you get the picture.
One thing about my papa is , he buys me loads and loads and loads of books, like I cant get him to buy me , say, a pair of stilettos that cost like 3 grand, but books, he'll buy me 10 grand worth of them damn right away.
I've kinder always respected him for that, the fact that he has always positively encouraged me and my sisters to be intellectuals and not just pretty faces. In fact I love him for that, honor him for that.
Its a saying, i believe, that theres nothing as sacred as honor, I couldn't have thought of anything more true.

Its 2 am here, and for some reason, me and papa cant sleeep. He's watching some shark program outside, shark files most prolly. He never gets tired of watching sharks, and that , I have inherited from him. Its like we both get glued to the television whenever one of them shark things are on air. This shark tribe one is on right now I guess. Shite,I digress.
So I cant sleep because , well, I'm an insomniac but papa's hell tired but still up.
I do not know why but I have this overwhelming feeling in me right now which is almost flooding me from inside, its overpowering. I feel this deep sense of attachment to him, this intense bond.
Like I can see him from here, he's right in front of my eyes, but I cant seem to get enough.
I feel like crying, even. God, this is crazy, really.
I guess this is what they call 'blood'.
i'm his blood, his flesh, his bones.
Today mom was telling me I have my papa's jawline. Isn't it weird, the way we look like our parents? I mean, like 50 years later I might look at myself in the mirror and stare at my jawline and think of my papa. Not that I would need a reason but still.
and at that moment, I'm sure I 'd be brimming with this same feeling, this feeling of immense love and endearment! I feel like hugging him so so much.
Damm these papas and mamas, they;re one helluva sweet people, they do anything for you, sell themselves for you, just to see you happy.
How could you ever ever repay something like that?

If mom was awake, this outpour would have happened there, but I guess it was destined for me to write my blog tonight.
I thought it had long died.
I'm listening to Blowin' in the wind, and its sorta comforting me, I need something to pacify me right now, this love is killing me.
Haha , what was that song, Love will tear us apart?? Ya?
Oh yea, Damm right!!

G'night people.

About a Girl 1

Heyyo earthlings,
No I didnt just read hitchhikers, i'm using the word earthings for all of you becz I belong to a different planet nowadays. Planet anxiety. ah well. Lets not get into that, this blogpost is not about me, its about one of my bestest friends, Sodhi.
Sodhi is sodhi. you really cant define her actually , especially not now when I 'm pretty mind fucked with all the college stuff happening.
Actually I went through this poem written my by miss aqseer sodhi today morning and I fell in love with her all over again.
Wanted all you guys to read it too.
This is going to be a reminder post for me, I gotta write a full fledged thing on her, I just HAVE to.

I know she doesnt read all this so its kinder comforting in some weird sorta manner. I guess when I really love someone , I really DONT want them to know.
yea, I dont.
Anyway, read on :

COLORS
BLUE from fighting with herself-
She crashes into cabinets
And kicks cupboards with her shins

GREEN with envy as the boy she loves
Gazes adoringly (is the adoration for real?) at her best friend
She cuts and slashes
At her fragile, tortured skin

RED the drops of blood glisten
And a smile creeps across her face
As she lets herself well up
And tears-

Liquid SILVER they shine on her cheek
Before running into her

BLACK midnight hair
That falls to her waist
Before she rises in fury
To grab those SIVER scissors
And chop it all off

Her head falls back
And she bays like a hound

GRAY
SHe looks like a convict
No pain is good enough to relieve her's

Frantically she rummages in her neat room
Finds the sweater her grandmum made-
[The grandmum that died
Left her alone]
BLUE and PINK- The sweater she pulls over her head

YELLOW
The sun rising in the sky
As she clambers up the wall

WHITE
The feeling of calm that pervades her being
As she finds that the beauty of the
Crisp winter morning relieves her
More than the cursed fucking blade
Ever fucking did

She reads and and hums to herself
She clambers back down
To find her dog dead
And it starts all over again

This picture is US. Sodhi is the tree , I'm the bike. This is "our" best pic together. If you think we're a lil pscyhed in the head , then I wont blame you. And ofcourse, the exquisite photography is by our very own Nia.
Dont try to understand it, just absorb the awesomeness and love behind it.


So long.

More than a wait

So i've totally lost it, WHEN WILL APRIL 1 ARRIVE FOR CHRISSAKE!!!
everyones makin it thru michigan ann arbor and UIUC. Its just not fair, i should've applied to these two!
gee, where am i going with this?? :P
Its just pre-april 1-madness... i believe.
I don't even say my decisions are gonna come, i use the word "acceptances"!
anyway, as u can guage i'm in no position to write blog posts...so here's this picture for you guys.


Take care amigos.
Ciao.

What I'm really thinking

Anyone who knows me even remotely would know what 'The wonder years ' means to me.
Its like my food. I cant live without it and as they say, you don't know what you have until you lose it, it couldnt have occured to me more clearly.
At the risk of sounding extremely melodramatic, I'd like to let you know that the past week has been sheer torture for me. Zee cafe folks have stopped airing my most favorite of all tv shows and its like slow posion for me. Okay they do air it in the morning sometime, but i'm not a morning person , unfortunately.

Not being able to watch wonder years for like 7 days made me realise how much i was into it. And seriously, I've learned hell lot from that show. Its like been an ongoing life lesson for me. I know it's so kiddo -like to let tv shows become a major chunk of your life, but for some inexplicable reason, I've become attached to wonder years and I dont seem to let go.Its more like epiphanic for me.

I guess I always identify with Kevin, how he responds to situations is so much like I do. The whole pleasant torture from an overbearing elder sibling, the high school heartaches, the mom relationship, the best friend living next door thing, its just all so strikingly similar.

This just reminds me of the fact that how weirdly aloof my life is, before this it never occured to me that my existence is very narrow. Being away from family for a long time has taught me a lot of things unknowingly , the most major one being living my own life alone without being involved. I have realised that slowly and gradually , I have made possible that all things that i depend on are non living. I do not want humans to matter to me so much, its this innate sense of vulnerability that i have. I like 'staying away'.
Anyway, without getting into un-pleasant details, I'd just mention, that stuff's been working for me all right and I love being the person i am. i guess some of us just live through life depending on stuff like ..umm..tv shows?

This is my most adored picture of Kev-Win and ofcourse, I always feel all "awwy" whenever i look at it. :P
I stil cant get over the fact though, that kevin and winnie didn't end up together. I guess you really never know what happens with relationships. They're so random and fragile. One blow can kill anything, they gotta be handled with super care ,but , as everything else in life, this too, we learn after all the damage is done.



There is this quote from the show which is narrated while the junior high school prom is going on with " unchained melody" playing in the background, its become one of my favorites,here you go, read it :
"All of our young lives we search for someone to love. Someone that makes us complete. We choose partners and change partners. We dance to a song of heartbreak and hope. All the while wondering if somewhere, somehow, there's someone perfect who might be searching for us."

PS .I know.
My sis says "Get a life" too . :P

PPS. For all you fellow star wars buffs, theres this uber cool online journal I found which is pretty awesome. A good read. Try it out.

My last 'high'

I went over to aqseer's place and for some reason, we decided to ride a bike , as in a bicycle.Yes, a bicycle.
I had not ridden a bike since 8th grade and it seems, i had forgotten how wondrous and liberating it is for me, It was like so un explainably beautiful.

I rode and rode and rode. And i have pictures to prove it. Thanks to nia, who is gonna end up being this big shot photographer by the way and i'm gonna be her muse.

for now, you guys just see the pics and read into them.





The last pic is nia me and aqseer. Could i love my girls any more? :)

"This part of my life, this part right here, it's called Being Happy."

Take care everyone,
Stay
HAPPY

PS. I have also realised that "angel" by Aerosmith is one of the most beautiful songs ever. :P

Hitting bottom

I've been under major stress off late and it has got nothing to do with minor frivolous stupid things in life. I'm not a teenager anymore and i have mighty issues facing me, for example my college apps. Well, for some reason I don wanna discuss any of the afore mentioned crap over here. But what i do wanna discuss is a certain pattern that I've observed during this whole time.

I hibernate, curl into my own shell whenever something doesn't go my way.
I -fight -alone.
I don't let anyone help me , in fact I banish all chances and sources of any help coming my way. Its funny but true. I am a control freak, i am firm and self obsessed. I always knew this. But was i a loner of sorts? Boy i didn't know that!
Now that it has occured to me , this quote from fight club makes more sense than ever...
Hitting bottom isn't a weekend retreat. It's not a goddamn seminar. Stop trying to control everything and just let go! LET GO!"-Tyler durden in fight club

That one frigging moment, when you see everything going awry, when all you ever worked your butt off for doesnt go right, when that one thing thats dearer to you than life falls apart, when "the plan" going absolutely dysfunctional, THAT'S when you realise that this is definitely not something you want again,
and then again, you realise , this is not something you can help.
I cannot go and sit in the university offices and make sure they get my SAT scores and neither can i bang college board in the head and make them work for me.
All i can do is be patient and let-people-help-me.
But i guess that's something i haven't learned.

I am an impatient independent ass who doesn't realise that, letting others help wouldn't make her any smaller. Even emotional and moral support is mighty helpful but then i am stubborn and i don't listen and guess what, I pay for it.
But then again, I'm happy, because at the end of the day , its MY way.

All said and done, I still know I'm gonna maintain my usual hibernating self but what i do know is, next time my best friend asks me whats wrong , I'm not gonna declare him/her a fool and actually make them understand whats troubling me.
because who knows that might help.
cz as of now, I do not paint a pretty picture.

PS Today is the day Daniel Pearl was kidnapped. I feel for that man from that place deep inside from where i feel for my mother or my sister. If only I knew how to help, I would. I really wish I'm unselfish enough to do my bit for the world when i actually am in a position to do so, after a couple of years. till then i guess, I'll just help myself. eh?

PPS This is one helluva rushed post. My bad.

There is a way to be good again

That's a line from the fountainhead, but that's not the point.
I swore that I'd never ever let this become one of those sickening relationship blogs. No offence to all you people who write them out there, but it;s just not my thing.
But sometimes, people affect you. In ways that can be understood and revealed only when felt. Un explainable.
Have you ever lived through someone vicariously? Literally feel every thing they're feeling. breathe every step of the way, their pain, misery and healing??
This is not about me. This is about someone whose been through hell and back and i've travelled along.

***

" There's a way to be good again. I promise."
" If only , for just one frigging second, I could rip away all this pain and longing from my heart anu, I'd live for that one moment"

***
She fleets around. Numb from pain. Eyes looking so beautiful with all the red pain in them. My baby , the woman i love so much. The best friend. The pillar. The soul sister. MY Bitch.
" I'm fine. I'm all over what has happened. This is a clean slate and i'm starting fresh."
"All i want you to know is, I'm there hanging on. Whatever the case maybe."
" I know. and I'll be fine"
"yes you will be. "

***
So anyone can figure out the problem here.
Have i ever explicitly written over here? hmm...oh no , I haven't.
Well, Now i will. I'm shit scared of love. Its a beast. It rips you apart.
It messes you up! That quote by Neil gaiman, it's so fucking true.

I've written this because i somehow wanna vent it out.
Seeing someone so close to your heart suffer, and staring at their disheartened almost- dead face, blank and lifeless ,and being able to do nothing about it is the most fucked up feeling in the world.
Why is the most beautiful emotion in the world also the most ruining one??

If only i could make her feel better again. Make her believe its all gonna be fine again. explain to her that, that's the thing about life. WE gotta move on. No matter how intense the heart ache maybe.

Inflicting hope into someone is one of my best qualities and I make intense use of it whenever i can .
But sometimes the situation is so brutal, even the most darned awesome techniques don't work.
When I'm talking to people who depend on me for happiness ( especially when they are in genuine need), I feel like an ER doctor. Like I'm on my breath and I gotta pump life into the person. That's like the job at hand. Get-the-person-out-of-it.
NOW.
I always have it all worked out.

But today i felt like I lost. I couldn't make the person survive. The patient died on the table. Love is like the ultimate nightmare. It's like multiple organ failure with cardiac arrest. Even the best of the best doesn't work.
That state, when you just stare into the eyes hoping things to change,but all you get back is dead expression and a lost will.
If only you could do something about it.

and then those words ,
" No but I'll be fine.
I will be, right??"

***
"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”
- Neil Gaiman

Amazingly self absorbed MOST of the time.

Tis like 2 in the night, and i just finished watching a will smith movie.
jEsus! every time i watch some of his movies, i cant help but think how fuckin kick ass he is. he comes right after Clint Eastwood and Lance Armstrong in MY LIST.
actually move it up a notch, he's at par with lance. or a bit more. come awn, i just watched his movie, and i play UNFAIR :D
And ofcourse, the dude got into MIT too, no shit! talk about being multi talented eh?

Anyway today i was sick. So i got a blood test done and guess what my haemoglobin is?? its like 14!!
holy shit! My blood is like BLACK if you look at it in the bottle. that tiny transparent bottle with the rubber cork.

Btw I like syringes and there's something really likable about someone sucking out blood from your veins with them. so my left arm pains because of it but its all cool.
some of you might think I'm retarded and leave. that is the easier way.
if you're stronger, keep reading :P
he he.

So today was like FUN.
I actually bought 3 salwar kameezes ( slick Indian wear for those who don't know).
the deal is, this havan-pooja thing's comin up and when i scanned my wardrobe, i realised i don't have shit to wear for it. and for that matter, any indian ritual et al that happens.
i mean, woah! i was like, hold it, so i don't have any indian clothes except that one suit i bought for the farewell in 11th. that sucks. i shud be disgusted with myself.
but now i bought like 3 so yaay :)

By the way, all you Delhi folk, you must visit Citywalk in saket, its like a uber cool mall. really awesome. you like lose it in there. and they have fcuk :D
ya baby.

Anyway, since quite sometime, I've been meaning to write a post on why facebook is THE shit .
look what happened today, i have this friend whose been dating this guy since like the 8th grade and we're like chums. and then today i have it in my update thingy that she's single.I was totally wacked out. and i was like, WOW this is how i come to know abt it.
Blame it on facebook.
and then there's this Compare people app which says that the people in my community have voted for me as 2nd best mother( potential) or something.

Jesus Christ!!! i have tears in my eyes!
Wait theres more, there's another thing called SuperPoke which is the funniest shit ever.
people who got the app can like do loads of stuff to folks in their friend list, stuff like... defenestrate them, kiss them, cuddle them, lick them (eww) and then you get mails like, Xyz has thrown a cake at you, would you wanna kiss them, hug them, lucky poke them back??
there's an indian version of it called desi poke which is such kick ass fun that i cant even mention anything about it here.

nuff for one time haan?
last bit, today i was running temperature, and my whole body was aching like hell , but i STILL worked out. I AM SO PROUD OF MYSELF.

"That which does not kill you, only makes you stronger"
Gotta love Friedrich Nietzsche :)

PS All of you go listen to Light Years by Pearl Jam. Just go do it. And eat Lindt dark chocolate while you're at it. All hail the man who created Lindt.

PPS The wonder years is the best thing that happened to television. and i like it that its aired at 1130 pm.

PPPS The following pic has nothing to do with the contents of the post.


[ For raghav, that's Romeo's latest pica, you asked for it :)
Romeo's my dog people, for those who don't know]

Through it, in it, over and above it.

I did not make any new year resolutions. Not even one.
Though i have been pretty religious and devoted with what I'm supposed to do. I do what i'm supposed to do.
Another thing, I'm one of those people who never listen to pods n shit when they're running( for work out purposes). but recently i initiated music into my jogs and its pretty useful. i don't realise when i finish an hour.

continuing with my tradition of digressing, I'd like to mention here that 50 minutes ago, i had one ov those adult talks with my mom. no, not the birds-bees.
but serious adult talk.
the kind which makes you realise that ,
Wake up! you're like grown up now! you gotta get hold of yourself!
i don't like realisations, because, you guessed it right, they make you realise things which is painful. I like living in denial.

And well, have you ever had someone you thought of as Lord Zeus or something bare their vulnerable side to you?
listen to this, i mean we all have some people who we sorta depend on, the kinder people we know will stick it out in the most horriblest of times. the kinder people who're like made of steel or something. we all have our rocks of Gibraltars.
But when these people show the darned fragile side to you, you see a part of you break up with them.
its like your whole belief system crumbling down. and that's when you realise, you gotta do something about it.
and you're like forced to accept the real world as it is. and DEAL with it.
At some point of time , we all leave the protective shields but innit hard to even think ov it?
Gotta survive it. Its like the natural theory of selection. you gotta get through it to make it.
But when it hits you, it does. and you cant breathe anymore.
Not pretty.

Read this:
"Life & Death
energy & Peace
if I stopped today
it was fun
The mistakes I've made and unmade if I could,
Even the terrible pains that have burnt me & scarred
my soul it was worth it for having been allowed to
walked where I've walked. Which was to hell on earth
Heaven on earth back again, into, under, far in between,
through it, in it, over and above it."

PS. Not another of my charmed world posts. I accept.

This & That

I know you all missed me terribly, my apologies for not being there through Christmas and neighboring crap. ah well..new years' was good.
if i said, i had a blast, THAT would be an understatement!! but i managed to binge a lot which disrupted my otherwise organic diet schedule and of course which meant working extra hours at the gym today.

i am away from home and so am forced to work on the laptop which is utterly pissing off. I love my PC and i do not like this thing below my fingers right now,though i know i have to survive it for another i-dunno-how-many-days.

so dad got me a new phone for Christmas because my older phone had become a dead memory less , battery less piece of scum and it resembled an Iraqi bomb keeping in mind the sheer number of times the poor thing was dropped... i managed to look awesome on new years as usual but this time round i didn't dance as much as i do usually.
right now I'm pissed at my mom becz she refuses to listen to me when i ask her to switch off the tv . she watches all sorts of shitty news channels which show everything except meaningful current events. im seriously not interested in knowing why amitabh bachchan goes to temples a zillion times or why sanya mirza's skirts create a furor. but my parents don't listen to me, poor things need to learn so much in life.

meaningful reminds me, this years been eventful but not exactly meaningful. i've had so much of stuff happen to me but that feelin of contentment is lacking.
i'm 18 but i feel like i've seen plenty in life, i already seek stuff thats beyond me. i'm so done with frivolous stuff. shallow people, shady friendships, phoney relationships. bleh.
i also realised this year that i have the most rockin will power ever,and I'm so effin proud of myself. and i seriously love the person that i see in the mirror!

I'm listenin to dolly parton right now which is so not -me and I'm eatin papaya.
yesterday night at the new year's partey, i had champagne with my dad. i consider it quite a marked thing . it meant i have grown up and i can share a drink with my folks who're generally treating me like lil miss sunshine.

i have also sent in all my college applications , paper as well as online and i displayed positive signs of obsessive compulsive disorder during the whole process , i checked my stuff around seven times and i wasn't satisfied even then.
after i sent everything i went over to priya and lazed around at chokola having what i call some of the best hot chocolate in Delhi.

i have realised that this has shaped into my most random and badly arranged posts ever and hence the suitable title.
this is what happens to me when i blog after a long haul. I'm gonna try to be more regular from now on but I'm not promising anything since I'm an utterly whimsical person which most of you already know by now.
if you observe hints of cynicism and irritation in this post, don't blame yourself, i'm pretty annoyed at teh moment.

will take leave by posting a pic of mine which i took before i left for the new year party, my face has been edited out for obvious reasons. this is for my dear reader raghav who was dying to know what i wore for noo ear.



yanyway, happy new year to all you wunnerful readers.
see you around soon :]

PS The bear and pooh pillow are old possessions. do not form opinions.
PPS on second thoughts, you can actually form them, since they are, for that matter, possessions after all.

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 .

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

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 :)

:) / :|

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.

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.

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.

:::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!
:)

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.