Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Dead fish

Thrown headfirst into the past, when i see things like 'alisheik' and 'billi-marliya' or whatever tht was. its been too long since i posted and i have my reasons. I think by now this blog will have only one reader- me, and strangely enough, i like it like tht. I have so much to say and haven't been able to say it out loud and being far away from the ppl i can talk to, makes it worse. I have never been the kind to keep a diary, well i did once, and my mom found it and went ballistic...good times. I suppose tht wud gather the same reaction this time too..tho my life was less of an open book as it is now. tsk.
The peer group have all..most of them..have decided to take tht leap and i don't know why its so difficult for me to come to terms with such a simple idea. it can't be that im too picky..ive always thought myself to be 'bendy' pheobe. heheh yeah i jus made a friends reference. one hailing from the above said peer group got me interested in this concept..stuck some glitter with the glue of imagination on this age old concept resulting in me thinking of gift ideas.. good i suppose, if it weren't for myself. I woke up this morning, twas like any other day, fished out a dead pet, scolded the murderer and warmed my ear following the ring of my phone. what ensued was what always ensues..nothing new..nothing playfully old either and then it happened. The glitter melted off.. not slowly like a candle would , but rather wildly, like a bit of plastic or more like hair.
And all i can do is stomp around madly in my head, coz i doubt my i could punch that far. All i see are broken sentences and bad punctuations. a question remains- Am I losing IT?

Thursday, March 11, 2010


I'm thinking of starting another blog.
Of course, I won't announce it coz I wouldn't want to be 'followed' there.
I realized that as soon as my work gets recognized, it loses its charm.
I hate the fact that i will be questioned on each post that i write. I hate it when i have to explain the subtleties that make my mind laugh.
I'm trying hard to either fly or lie comfortably on the floor and straighten out my tangled tassels, in order to look like a disciplined mat.
This maybe the last personal post i write, the less anal-retentive writings will go on my unchristened blog.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Oh you put the thing on the fridge!

I am in dire need of excitement.
Thats it.

problem is, i keep looking to get it from conversation with other people. Obviously, through experience, that clearly, is not beneficial in any way.
People come, stay for 5 mins and leave. Those being the excitement inducing ones. The other ones continue to talk, rather, chew my brains and hang on to the few remaining shreds of it.
However, such is the state i'm in where I, will welcome any sort of communication. Yes, even from the zombiefiers.
I need to find a solution. Should i concede defeat and blabber on like Miss france or should numb myself comfortably and bear it,and or should I just keel over and DIE [of boredom of course]

Incase you're wondering wht the title has to do with this post, lets jus say that tht was the most entertainin thing i heard today. [Apart from Miss Frances'answer]

Wednesday, December 9, 2009


I'm in Delhi, if you must know. A beautiful house equipped with an eskimo-greeting German Shepherd, an aquarium with the guppies, the killers, the snail, and the to-be-gone mickey [the turtle] and yeah, before Kurt complains, Max, the glass cleaner.
The picture i'm trying to paint, is a pretty one. with the usually sofa and television, garden..yadda yadda.
So i wake up, do the usual, which includes reading the newspaper. Yeah, i actually Do read the newspaper. done w everything and i turn to htcity, and there i'm face to uh-face [?!!?] with sherlyn chopras butt sticking out in all its glory. Strangely enough, all i can think of is Karmanya Ahuja. Odd,
I think he'd approve.


I apologize,
I apologize firstly, for not posting,
I apologize, secondly for writing 'apologize' one too many times.
Now for the real apology,
Of late, and this is to myself, I've formulated a terrible habit. One that i'm ashamed of but can't stay away from. I'd like to blame it on the lack of internet. Yeah....yeah ..thts it. Why else would I put myself through the torture that is the crux of this bad habit....?
umm... spill, i must.
I'm sure a large number of ya'll know what haggis is. However delicious they* proclaim it to be. ['they', being the farmers who'd like a propagation to their name], it really is the most disgusting part of god knows what a person could imagine. believe you me, I've seen some gross looking stuff, I would share, but i fear my love life would take a beating...sigh!..
Lets just cut to the chase, the reason i'm thinking about haggis is because i've linked it mentally to my abhorous-[ I know its not a word, IT SHOULD BE] habit.

Here it is, I've started following HINDI SERIALS- bwahahahahhaha- shame upon me!!!
The likes of 'balika vadhu', uttaran, bhagyavidantawho? and the list goes on....

THERE, have ur laughs!

Friday, December 12, 2008


A few things I learned this week/month.

>Love conquers all...including an army of angry biting ants.
>Trips and tripper should be carted along on every journey. Make very good accompaniments.
>Sitting on a plastic chair with a human leg holder is better than watching sharks turn into dolphins.
>The only thing to counter nail-biting is unfortunately, nail polish- and don't tell me to put karela juice on my fingers.
>Dal loses its flavor, So does garlic bread and yeah tadpoles do turn into frogs, very ugly frogs.

Thursday, December 11, 2008


I arrived in Delhi about a day back, had a little time to kill at the Bombay domestic airport. Was a hugely taken aback by the beauty of the place. Never thought of Bombay as beautiful until a few months back when 'L' showed me around. Her passion for 'her place' is infectious. Anyway, didn't do much looking around,just went to a store called Balaji [just shows u can't be too far from Manipal] and bought a truckload of chocolates for Kurt.
Reached Delhi airport, and just as i hugged Kurt, two reporters from Midday came up to us and asked us about the current state of security at the know, the usual stuff they ask when something big goes down. We both answered honestly, and by honestly i mean we both said that the beefed up security is exactly what it is...BEEFED. As we were ranting on, the both of us, a security guard came up to us and demanded [crudely] to know what the reporters were asking us. Strange, I thought, almost irritatedly [if that makes any sense]. I can't help but think that all this is one big parade, where everyone one just stands around showing off their pretty feathers.
However controversial this may be, i truly feel that some of us are numbed by the things we see.
We all know what media does to us, and the people I know have heard me talk about this on numerous occasion. Let me give you an example, recently i got a news update on my phone informing me of the huge death toll [children] in China, all i did was look at it and delete it, without giving it a second thought...make that: without feeling.
It happens to all of us, if that offends you, then read it as- most of us.
While i'm at it, might as well follow the gild and make everyone happy.