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

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.

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.

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.

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