I'm Crazy like that

I like the smell of pop-corn.
I love feel of Crocs.
I think iced tea is "coke without soda"
I love the sound of blunt rocks.

I find poetry in Rap.
I find love in faded pages of books.
I find bliss in chocolate.
I'm emotionally connected to dogs.

I listen to a new song I like, over and over again,
Till I can sing to the tune.
I feel helpless without my book, my headphones.
And I can surprisingly stand in long queues.

I think I'm born in the wrong century.
And that Life should have a playlist.
I cry when Julia Robers get blessed by an elephant in Eat, Pray, Love.
And when Bella and Edward get married.

I can't watch Marley & Me, because, you know...the dog dies in the end,
But I'm still scared of Jacob Marley from A Christmas Carol
For he says, "I made this chain link-by-link he says."
That thought keeps me awake.

I blush easily.
Tamarind makes my teeth go funny.
I have a different tooth-paste for morning and night.
And I wear a Garfield sweat-shirt to bed.

I can be a good listener.
But I'll curse your guts in my head.
I think books have all the answers.
And that should wear jeans till you're dead.

I am sullen and sulky and morose by turns.
But can brighten anyone's day.
I think my smile is crooked.
And that rice always burns.

I want to read more, learn more, be more,
But sometimes am lost in my own head.
It needs a sound of screeching tyres and honks
To get me out of there.

I like it that I'm so strong, so independent.
But sometimes I wonder what's wrong with me.
Aren't you supposed to feel anything
Even when people scream?

Dinner can be bread and milk for me.
And the same for breakfast.
I'm addicted to coffee and tea.
And to Sidney Sheldon

I OD on Castle, HIMYM, South Park and Sherlock.
I watch Jane Eyre and Pride and Prejudice all the time
I refresh my playlist every day
And hear wooshing sounds in my left ear.


I look around and I see lots of people
But in my head I'm always alone.
A crazy, silly, nice, nasty person.
All of me in one neatly tied package.

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Of Devils and Details...

The Devil is in detail, they say. I say, not always! Most of the times, it's the little things that matter. For example, a pinch of cardamom in that tea makes all the difference. From being just tea, it becomes Tea. Or, a little chip in your nail-polish can ruin your whole impression! I always pay attention to details. It is those little details that make a pleasing whole. But remember, it can work both ways.

This one time, I was in Bangalore (which is one of my favourite cities, by the way) and was visiting a famous temple. We had to stand in a queue for a really long time. As it is my favourite past time, I began observing other people. What they were wearing, how they were dressed...etc. I like to make guesses about their background, personality & nature. I'm not bragging, but I am right most of the times. Anyway, I noticed this guy, a village guy, must be around 18, wearing shabby but not unclean clothes, standing in the queue. His hair was weired, he was not shaved...normally, no one would ever give him a second look. Being inside the temple, we all had to remove shoes outside the temple premises. When I saw his feet, I was surprised. They were extremely clean! He had clean toes, no signs of hangnails, nails neatly clipped & the skin of the feet was moisturised. That's when I decided he must be a guy from a village (obviously) but he must be rich & must never have done any outdoor-type work.

To quote another incident, I was at my Dad's resort having a cup of tea with my sister. My Dad was sitting just across the room with a person who was giving him a presentation quite enthusiastically. I mean literally, the guy was bouncing in his seat. I saw that the guy was wearing a white shirt with the top button undone, grey trousers, & a grey jacket. He was wearing brown crocodile scaled shoes. I thought, Aahaa! gotcha! You are not what you try to portray my dear friend! I could even get a sneak peak at his white *gasp* socks!

So I texted my Dad & asked if I could come over. He said yes, and me and my sister Pester joined them. My Uncle M was listening to the guy, mesmerised. My Dad was looking interested. And I was trying not to count his 37 mistakes in every sentence he spoke. Later he even gave my Dad a presentation on the some lame dances he had arranged for some "yelite" (that's the way he pronounced elite) clients. The presentation was fantastic. They had this whole Arabian theme with - hear this - balle dancing (pleeese do not make me explain that it was belly dancing)!! I have never practiced so much self control! Pester was sitting a little behind the group and was shaking suspiciously. I willed myself not to look at her, or I would be in splits!

After the 'meeting', I just said to my Dad, "No way, you've got to be kidding me! You are not thinking of hiring him?!?!" My Uncle M butted in, "No, no, he's too pro-Islam...won't do for our clients...didn't you see his emphasis on Arabian theme?"

That's when I lost it and laughed my ass off!! :-)

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Hello...

Hello everybody!
How's everyone doing?

Well, I just wanted to let you guys know that I've registered on Authonomy!! Yay!
Lets hope something comes out of it! :)

So, I was just wondering, how to start it...you know what I mean? Seriously, I can't imagine, because, I love a different book every day.  I admire a different style, every week. This week its Austen. "Really, you astonish me". And last week it was Bridget Jones' style rant. "Weight: 8st 10lbs, Alcohol units: 9, Calories Consumed: 3584." Huh.

I am going to the library now to get some new, totally unheard of books. Last week, I got a book called as Fairytale of New York by Miranda Dickinson, and reviewed it for my college application. I got selected for their Interview (!). I was to review a Book, a Film or a televison Show. At first I decided to review a film, Alice in Wonderland...but then I thought, its a famous movie, everybody must have seen it & must have formed their opinions about it. T.V. show was out of question. The only shows I like are 90210 & Skins, and I didn't think the professors would be impressed by my addiction to teen drama... Thats why I chose a relatively unknow, fresh book, just published in Oct 2009. And my theory was proved correct.

I'm feeling really groggy now...couldn't sleep last night. I have to do something about that. Anyhoo, it's not a big deal. Nothing that a high dose of caffeine won't cure!

Gotta scram now y'all... Will write some more later!

Ciao.

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Auguries of Innocence by William Blake

Hey Guys,
Long time!
Just thought I'd share with you this wonderful poem by William Blake:

"To see a world in a grain of sand,

And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.

A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.

A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.

A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight
Does the rising sun affright.

Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.
The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,
Keeps the human soul from care.

The lamb misus'd breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.
The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.

The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.
He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov'd by men.

He who the ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by woman lov'd.
The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.

He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.
The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.

Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgement draweth nigh.
He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.

The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.

The gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envy's foot.

The poison of the honey bee
Is the artist's jealousy.

The prince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.

It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro' the world we safely go.

Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.

The babe is more than swaddling bands;
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;

This is caught by females bright,
And return'd to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.

The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes revenge in realms of death.
The beggar's rags, fluttering in air,
Does to rags the heavens tear.

The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.

One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole nation sell and buy.

He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mock'd in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.

He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.

The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.

The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.

When gold and gems adorn the plow,
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
A riddle, or the cricket's cry,
Is to doubt a fit reply.

The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.

If the sun and moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.

The whore and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation's fate.
The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave old England's winding-sheet.

The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
Dance before dead England's hearse.

Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.

Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.

We are led to believe a lie
When we see not thro' the eye,
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.

God appears, and God is light,
To those poor souls who dwell in night;
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day."



Such a lovely poem...

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Its that time of year...

Yep, its that time of year.
The time for 'spreading the cheer', the time for 'new year resoultions'.
Busy, busy, busy...

(Will write soon ya'll)

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Some more pictures!!

Just a quickie post!

Happy Monday!

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Things that have happened since the last time I blogged:

Yay! We are moving!
Its a lovely flat, on the 3rd floor of an old apartment building, surrounded with a lots of lovely trees!
I am going to share a room with my sister...but its okay...I've done that since I was a little girl. Will upload the before & after snaps soon!

Meanwhile - here are some snaps of my friends Emmet & Emma!
Enjoy!

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Just a little something...

10-Aug-2009
Yesterday, I went out for a walk in the city. The place I live in is very crowded and... you know, sort of - bustling. And I love to walk around in the crowd, look at people, shops, cars... Anyway, so I went quite far and shopped a bit... And then decided that I was too tired to go back walking... So I started to look around for a rickshaw (the Indian 'cabs' or 3-wheeler thingys)... and suddenly realised that it was their strike!


Now, I was in a jam for the following reasons:

1) Public transportation, like buses, in India sucks. You should not attempt such a thing unless you are, broke, below poverty line, love to get viral diseases, love the smell of sweat, dust, paan, tobacco… etc.

2) I was left limited cash (due to my shopping).

3) Could not call father to pick me up or something, because, obviously, would get yelled, screamed & abused at for “…doing such horrible things & setting a bad example for my siblings…” Blah, blah, blah.

4) Could not use public transportation because of the Swine/H1N1 flu scare (My city being the most affected city in India).

So I tried to hail a few errant rickshaws, which were running despite the strike, but they were asking for outrageous amounts like 100-150 bucks, where generally it costs you around 27-30 bucks for that distance! Besides, I did not have 100 bucks!

The only option I was left with was, to walk home. It was almost dark, & I was too tired. Disheartened, I started to walk homewards. Suddenly I saw a rickshaw standing idle around the corner. I hurried there, and asked if it was available.

He said, "Come and sit inside madam"
I duly sat. Then I noticed that he had not started his (fare) meter.
I asked, "Won't you start the meter?"
He said, "No madam, I can't do that! If someone saw that the meter was on, I'd be in trouble!"
I was thinking oh, so that's why he asked me to sit first... he wants to cheat me!
I asked warily, "How much will you charge?"
He said, "The general charges madam, approximately 30 bucks"

I did not believe my ears!

The driver was a sweet guy, who chatted with me politely all the way home. I was so grateful! He saved me from a sticky situation indeed! Anyhoo, I paid him 50 bucks, of my own free will, and wished him good night. His smile at that time, truly warmed me...

I did feel good after that. Kind people should always be encouraged... It makes them feel that someone is appreciating their efforts.

And I did my one little bit yesterday.

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Hello!

Hello everybody!
This is my official introductory post. The post in which I introduce myself. Which is a hard thing to do ;)
I always envy the people who know where their story starts... I've read in millions of books; they always start like, I was fifteen when 'whatever' happened...blah blah blah...and it changed my life...blah blah...or thats when I knew what the purpose of my life was...
Or I could just start in the good ol' fashioned way, "Once upon a time..."
*sigh*
How nice would it be if I could write about myself like that...
But I can't. My story is not like that. Its different. Or maybe just the same, like everyone else's :)

So I'll just list down random/unusual/weiered/nice things about me:

• I'm 23.
• I love living in the city
• I love the hustle & bustle, the traffic, the lights, the city life.
• I can milk a cow. (not kidding)
• I can dance pretty well.
• I can sing better than I can dance.
• I have an i-mate JAMin phone right now.
• I am in love with Edward Cullen.
• I am a Twilight Saga nerd.
• I love to cook.
• I love to read.
• I am a people person (being a Leo)
• I like to be the centre of attraction...
• I like British english more than American english
• I hate Hinglish (hindi+english)
• I can speak four languages.
• I have a good sense of humor, as you'll soon find out ;)

Hmmm.... That's all I can think about at the moment...
So, this is who I am & that's what I write about!

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Its a Brand New Day

"Its a new Dawn, its a new Day, its a new Life... for me
and I'm feeling Good!"
-Muse

Yeah.... This is such a brand new day!

New Day, new work, new challenges and a brand new Blog!!

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