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]

butt-mornin!

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 http://epaper.hindustantimes.com/ArticleImageEx.aspx?article=10_12_2009_101_005_017&type=2&mode=1 sticking out in all its glory. Strangely enough, all i can think of is Karmanya Ahuja. Odd,
I think he'd approve.

Haggis

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!
I HATE YOU!

muSings

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.

Airport

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 airport...you 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.

>The past few days have been mundane, but strangely eventful in terms of situations and people met. Like today for instance, i happened to overhear a group of people talking about how hard it is to take care of old people [i.e. your own parents usually].

The conversation went on to highlight the expense needed for their care, what surprised me however, was the way this was being discussed, 'commodity' seems like the best word to describe the person afore mentioned.

What with the hiring of people to bathe, massage and 'walk' them...

As i write this piece, i think maybe it isnt so bad, maybe i'm overreacting. This could go on to state how one should take care of their parents because they spent half their lives taking care of you, but my plea is, please treat them like humans, don't discuss how expensive it is to 'keep' them, in front of them.

For some reason, old people are assumed to have lost all senses and hence nothing you say or do is perceived by them, or so you think. Look closer and you will see the slight change in their wrinkled brow...

came across this while packin to leave for home.

Soaring their hearts,
time standing still
cliched, she thought
Hope was something she had rehearsed for a while now.
Expectancy something wasted on her.
Sitting, watching the world go by
Playing her part, playing the fool
Guilt ebbs softly around her,
clutching.
She pulls away...
Yearning to explain
theories hidden behind
dusty, waiting to be pulled out at a time such as this
choking, realization hits her..
how long, she wonders,
is the wait?