It is the holiday season, and the blogging spirit has been somewhat missing. As an afterthought, blogging spirit (BS) has been downright missing. Quite spurty, this BS, don’t you think?
Anyhow, I’ve decided to make this post a list. So, I suppose it could be called a list post. Or it could be called a list. Just a list. Well, here goes.
* I want a wild haircut. A wild, short haircut. I also want to get the ends coloured pink.
* I’ve finally forsaken my phone and nicked my dad’s spare handset, a Nokia 6300. Compared to my Nokia 5300, it is thiiin. I keep thinking that it’s going to slip through my fingers. It also smoothly slides into my pocket without making my ass look bigger than it is.
* Oh! Dad got me this from Dubai! Pwetty and nice smelling. He also brought lots of chocolates which I keep gorging on. I am going to join the gym from tomorrow.
* I have Wills Lifestyle vouchers worth Rs. 2000. I was excited about it until I went to the Theatre Road outlet and found (as you might have guessed) nothing! Everything was girly, frilly, flowery and well, basically stuff I would never wear. Sigh.
* According to standalone, I have discovered the joys of epilating. It is a convenient and almost painless way to remove unwanted hair! I want an epilator. I suppose I will have to change my status on facebook to the aforesaid, won’t I?
* Yesterday I went for Rendezvous with the Muse, a gig by Cassini’s Division, highlighting seven years of their music. Though I’ve been going for their gigs for some time now, I didn’t know quite a few songs they played. The older band members Dodo, on the drums and Pupu, on bass also played a few songs. For the people who have known them from the beginning, it must have been like the past revisited. But for me, the fact that they have a history I wasn’t a part of, is weird in a way I can’t explain. But on the whole the gig was brilliant, with Samita shedding light on the band’s past and how they’ve come to be what they are now.
* I’ve hiccupped (literally) my way through today. I’ve come to the conclusion that it is because of last night’s beer and vodka which dehydrated me. The body’s way of reminding me to re-hydrate myself, I suppose.
*The last book I read was Dinner For Two by Mike Gayle, a romantic comedy by a man (as you obviously know by now). I generally don’t read such books, but it seemed like it would be interesting to read about a ‘relationship on the rocks’ from a man’s point of view. The style of writing was light and humorous and quite enjoyable on the whole. The story line was realistic, but I felt it could have been dealt with better. Some of the characters had too superficial a role to play. Involving them a little more could have made it a better read. Overall, I’m not exactly dieing to read other books by him.
Just a note: I was not trying to write a coherent post. I was not trying to write an incoherent post either.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Everything fades away
This is something I wrote about a week back. Feeling quite vague, so I decided to post it.
When darkness comes stomping,
When the stench comes wafting,
When the hands are racing,
Everything fades away.
When the mind awakens,
When the spark dies,
When the path is lost,
Everything fades away.
When the cup overflows,
When the chair topples over,
When the sky comes crashing down,
Everything fades away.
Everything Fades Away
When darkness comes stomping,
When the stench comes wafting,
When the hands are racing,
Everything fades away.
When the mind awakens,
When the spark dies,
When the path is lost,
Everything fades away.
When the cup overflows,
When the chair topples over,
When the sky comes crashing down,
Everything fades away.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Now you know why it is called what it is called
It's just that even though I have nothing to do, I don't want to talk. Asocial? I'm quite sure it's not antisocial. The point is that since I have nothing to do, I am making a list of weird things that have happened recently. (Aiming for at least twelve worthmentioningweirdthings)
1. My mother has taken to Sudoku! Not that it's a bad thing, but the crossword comes on the same page of the newspaper!
2. On Wednesday night I watched a video of a guy tripping on ecstasy! (The fact that I watched the video isn’t weird. The video was weird. Just thought I’d specify.)
3. An amazing, life changing type discovery was also made this week. I have discovered that if I shake my cell phone vigorously, the network becomes full! So whenever I talk on my cell, I keep shaking it intermittently. (Just in case you didn’t know, my cell phone is busted. I wish I could say ‘busted’ with the same air as a CBI official who has cornered a three times escaped convict.)
4. Since Monday I have eaten three mud pies! (There is still one left in the fridge. Maybe I should eat that one and then say ‘Since Monday I have eaten four mud pies’.)
5. Since I have a partially dislocated jaw, I haven’t eaten puchkas in the last two months.
6. I’m just halfway through and already my mind is blank!
7. I’m quite surprised that not more than six worthmentioningweirdthings have happened recently.
WARNING: Henceforth, the list will include weirdthings that have happened. ‘Worthmentioning’ and ‘recently’ have been omitted.
8. People think that I’m loony when I quote F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Garfield sporadically. People think I’m loonier when I say that I adore Garfield. Now, that’s weird.
9. I do the raspberry quite often. It is to a certain extent justified that people think this is weird, after all not many people appreciate being sprayed with saliva, not even in good humour.
10. The fact that Kurt Cobain shot himself with a shotgun is weird! Do those things have some kind of timer which one could start and then go stand in the line of fire and wait for the bang? (Thinking along the lines of the timers in cameras as you must have guessed.) I love Cobain. And he is dead. *sigh*
11. What people can do to grab attention is freaky! If you suggest they imitate Garfield’s ‘I am hungry, give me food’ jig, they would do it.
12. (Finally!) If this post has bored you out of your wits, here is something for you.
Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.
After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,
we ourselves flash and yearn,
and moreover my mother told me as a boy
(repeatingly) "Ever to confess you're bored
means you have no
Inner Resources." I conclude now I have no
inner resources, because I am heavy bored.
Peoples bore me,
literature bores me, especially great literature,
Henry bores me, with his plights & gripes
as bad as Achilles,
who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.
And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a drag
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
John Berryman
1. My mother has taken to Sudoku! Not that it's a bad thing, but the crossword comes on the same page of the newspaper!
2. On Wednesday night I watched a video of a guy tripping on ecstasy! (The fact that I watched the video isn’t weird. The video was weird. Just thought I’d specify.)
3. An amazing, life changing type discovery was also made this week. I have discovered that if I shake my cell phone vigorously, the network becomes full! So whenever I talk on my cell, I keep shaking it intermittently. (Just in case you didn’t know, my cell phone is busted. I wish I could say ‘busted’ with the same air as a CBI official who has cornered a three times escaped convict.)
4. Since Monday I have eaten three mud pies! (There is still one left in the fridge. Maybe I should eat that one and then say ‘Since Monday I have eaten four mud pies’.)
5. Since I have a partially dislocated jaw, I haven’t eaten puchkas in the last two months.
6. I’m just halfway through and already my mind is blank!
7. I’m quite surprised that not more than six worthmentioningweirdthings have happened recently.
WARNING: Henceforth, the list will include weirdthings that have happened. ‘Worthmentioning’ and ‘recently’ have been omitted.
8. People think that I’m loony when I quote F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Garfield sporadically. People think I’m loonier when I say that I adore Garfield. Now, that’s weird.
9. I do the raspberry quite often. It is to a certain extent justified that people think this is weird, after all not many people appreciate being sprayed with saliva, not even in good humour.
10. The fact that Kurt Cobain shot himself with a shotgun is weird! Do those things have some kind of timer which one could start and then go stand in the line of fire and wait for the bang? (Thinking along the lines of the timers in cameras as you must have guessed.) I love Cobain. And he is dead. *sigh*
11. What people can do to grab attention is freaky! If you suggest they imitate Garfield’s ‘I am hungry, give me food’ jig, they would do it.
12. (Finally!) If this post has bored you out of your wits, here is something for you.
Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.
After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,
we ourselves flash and yearn,
and moreover my mother told me as a boy
(repeatingly) "Ever to confess you're bored
means you have no
Inner Resources." I conclude now I have no
inner resources, because I am heavy bored.
Peoples bore me,
literature bores me, especially great literature,
Henry bores me, with his plights & gripes
as bad as Achilles,
who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.
And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a drag
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
John Berryman
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
When things happen
I hurt so bad, I’m actually numb. Everything around me seems to be moving too fast. Like a haze. A haze which may never clear. Inside me, there is a churning. A churning that does not let me breathe normally. My breaths come in sharp, short gasps. It is a feeling that is often described as, “I stood and watched on helplessly as everything around me crumbled into nothingness. And after everything was gone, I knew that standing there was of no use, but doing anything else would be of no use either.” It seems like I will spend an eternity standing and watching. No wonder everything seems to be moving too fast. Like a haze.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop and an illustrated book about birds.
Lately I've been quite obsessed with Nirvana(besides my red hair and how it is slowly turning to a sickly shade of magenta. Sigh.) and everything Nirvana. Cobain's voice! It does things to me! I decided to use the lyrics of a few of the songs and write a sort of poem. Try not to read it in tune! I can't help but sing parts of it and it is most annoying!
Take your time
Hurry up
The choice is yours.
Hey!
Wait!
I've got a new complaint!
I feel stupid and contagious.
Just because you're paranoid,
Don’t mean they're not after you.
And he likes to shoot his gun,
But he don't know what it means.
Hey!
Wait!
I've got a new complaint!
I found it hard,
It’s hard to find,
Oh well, whatever, never mind.
I will crawl away for good.
You won’t be afraid of fear.
I'm so warm and calm inside
I no longer have to hide
Mind. I don't have a mind.
I can’t see the end of me,
I formulate infinity.
I think I’m dumb,
Or maybe just happy.
And I swear
That I don’t have a gun.
Going to go chop hair colour guy's head tomorrow. I want my red hair back!
Take your time
Hurry up
The choice is yours.
Hey!
Wait!
I've got a new complaint!
I feel stupid and contagious.
Just because you're paranoid,
Don’t mean they're not after you.
And he likes to shoot his gun,
But he don't know what it means.
Hey!
Wait!
I've got a new complaint!
I found it hard,
It’s hard to find,
Oh well, whatever, never mind.
I will crawl away for good.
You won’t be afraid of fear.
I'm so warm and calm inside
I no longer have to hide
Mind. I don't have a mind.
I can’t see the end of me,
I formulate infinity.
I think I’m dumb,
Or maybe just happy.
And I swear
That I don’t have a gun.
Going to go chop hair colour guy's head tomorrow. I want my red hair back!
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
It's been a while
More than a month! What a lousy blogger I am! And I'm going to ask you to ignore the typos. Am sure there are going to be quite a few.
Been quite a nothing month actually. Feb did start out slow and soft and boring. Just another stupid month. Friend from J'pur visited towards the end. Can't think of a name for her. Gimme a name missy! Was fun! Insomnia was! Span was! Everybody let it rock. Just move to Cal ok? ok.
Had gone for Hip Pocket tonight. With guys from college. Bit o' beer, mojito and Open Invitation! Fuckin awesome!
Maybe this aint going to be a post. A postette I suppose.
No college tomorrow!
Nand! You suck! No comment? Hmph.
I should honestly make an effort to write coherent posts.
Been quite a nothing month actually. Feb did start out slow and soft and boring. Just another stupid month. Friend from J'pur visited towards the end. Can't think of a name for her. Gimme a name missy! Was fun! Insomnia was! Span was! Everybody let it rock. Just move to Cal ok? ok.
Had gone for Hip Pocket tonight. With guys from college. Bit o' beer, mojito and Open Invitation! Fuckin awesome!
Maybe this aint going to be a post. A postette I suppose.
No college tomorrow!
Nand! You suck! No comment? Hmph.
I should honestly make an effort to write coherent posts.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Toothy Momo
I'm a small eater. Not a tiny eater or a pecker, but a small eater. But when it comes to things that I love eating, momos for example, small just aint small any more. So Nand (yes, Nand as in Nand Gate in Boolean Algebra) challenged me to a momo eating competition (veg, since bird flu is stealing all the chickens. Stoler!) and I gladly accepted.
We made it to Orchid -a dhaba type of place which is why I call it Momo Dhaba- forty-five minutes later than we were supposed to (we're always late). Nand is a cleanliness freak, an obsessive compulsive one. She used her sanitizer (which is supposed to be orange flavoured but smells like a mixture of stale spirit and socks) three times before the momos arrived, making me feel nauseous every time! She cleaned the fork with tissue, moved the salt- pepper shakers to the side of the table using tissue and would not touch the water jug which was too heavy to move using tissue. I just looked and sniggered and rolled my eyes like I do every time.
Anyway, after like ages the momos arrived ( I wonder why I talk of them as if they were people who arrive at our table to get eaten. Like the oysters in The Walrus and the Carpenter by Lewis Carroll) and we went through our first four momos quite uneventfully, huffing and puffing while we gobbled the steaming momos down, declaring the number
we'd finished through mouthfuls of vegetarian momo goo.
It would have been the perfect afternoon had this gone on till we were too stuffed to move and I would have started with my 'degrees of being full' story (which I will write about later). But halfway through the fifth momo Nand, if you would believe it, broke her tooth! Yes, she broke it, well, a part of it. After a lot of shuffling around inside her mouth, she found the piece and looked at it with such dismay that i had to cover up my look of disgust and replace it with one that I hope looked like sympathy. She held up part of tooth which did not remotely look like a tooth or a part of it, just a piece of white nothing which should be flicked away and forgotten about. But Nand cupped her lower jaw with one hand and held part of tooth with the other and ow-ed and moaned and winced till the guy got the bill. I sat there with a horrible picture of a momo with teeth which ate up everything ( like Taz in Looney Toons, except that Taz is cute) and snapped at me when i wanted to eat it playing in my mind! Thats how far our momo eating competition went.
I got home only half as stuffed as i would have liked to be and plonked on the couch to play the flicking game I play quite often with my Tely (it stands for Television by the way, not Telephone or any other Tely you'd thought of). Breaking News on a news channel read 'Shah Rukh Khan wins the bid for Kolkata for 312 crores.' I stared and went on to reread it when it changed to 'Preity Zinta wins the bid for Mohali for 296 crores.' My first reaction was like CITIES ARE BEING AUCTIONED?! And people have bought them?! Stupid I know! The smart ass news channel then changed the Breaking News to ' bla blah blah Kolkata CRICKET TEAM blah blah blah.' So much for the fourth pillar of democracy. I then proceeded to watch Nadal lose to the French Tsonga guy in straight sets and felt very very sad. I really like Nadal. Just a wee bit more than I hate Federer.
So, obviously my next point is FEDERER LOST TODAY! Omfg, it was the best feeling ever! First time i watched him lose in a Grand Slam which is not Roland Garros! It couldn't have been better! Unless of course it was Nadal who beat him. All hail the good Djoko though! Hail good Djoko!
Foot note:
One friend now knows that this blog exists. So friend, if you are reading this, please do leave a comment.
We made it to Orchid -a dhaba type of place which is why I call it Momo Dhaba- forty-five minutes later than we were supposed to (we're always late). Nand is a cleanliness freak, an obsessive compulsive one. She used her sanitizer (which is supposed to be orange flavoured but smells like a mixture of stale spirit and socks) three times before the momos arrived, making me feel nauseous every time! She cleaned the fork with tissue, moved the salt- pepper shakers to the side of the table using tissue and would not touch the water jug which was too heavy to move using tissue. I just looked and sniggered and rolled my eyes like I do every time.
Anyway, after like ages the momos arrived ( I wonder why I talk of them as if they were people who arrive at our table to get eaten. Like the oysters in The Walrus and the Carpenter by Lewis Carroll) and we went through our first four momos quite uneventfully, huffing and puffing while we gobbled the steaming momos down, declaring the number
we'd finished through mouthfuls of vegetarian momo goo.
It would have been the perfect afternoon had this gone on till we were too stuffed to move and I would have started with my 'degrees of being full' story (which I will write about later). But halfway through the fifth momo Nand, if you would believe it, broke her tooth! Yes, she broke it, well, a part of it. After a lot of shuffling around inside her mouth, she found the piece and looked at it with such dismay that i had to cover up my look of disgust and replace it with one that I hope looked like sympathy. She held up part of tooth which did not remotely look like a tooth or a part of it, just a piece of white nothing which should be flicked away and forgotten about. But Nand cupped her lower jaw with one hand and held part of tooth with the other and ow-ed and moaned and winced till the guy got the bill. I sat there with a horrible picture of a momo with teeth which ate up everything ( like Taz in Looney Toons, except that Taz is cute) and snapped at me when i wanted to eat it playing in my mind! Thats how far our momo eating competition went.
I got home only half as stuffed as i would have liked to be and plonked on the couch to play the flicking game I play quite often with my Tely (it stands for Television by the way, not Telephone or any other Tely you'd thought of). Breaking News on a news channel read 'Shah Rukh Khan wins the bid for Kolkata for 312 crores.' I stared and went on to reread it when it changed to 'Preity Zinta wins the bid for Mohali for 296 crores.' My first reaction was like CITIES ARE BEING AUCTIONED?! And people have bought them?! Stupid I know! The smart ass news channel then changed the Breaking News to ' bla blah blah Kolkata CRICKET TEAM blah blah blah.' So much for the fourth pillar of democracy. I then proceeded to watch Nadal lose to the French Tsonga guy in straight sets and felt very very sad. I really like Nadal. Just a wee bit more than I hate Federer.
So, obviously my next point is FEDERER LOST TODAY! Omfg, it was the best feeling ever! First time i watched him lose in a Grand Slam which is not Roland Garros! It couldn't have been better! Unless of course it was Nadal who beat him. All hail the good Djoko though! Hail good Djoko!
Foot note:
One friend now knows that this blog exists. So friend, if you are reading this, please do leave a comment.
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