Today I was asked to be someones wing-man.
Or wing-woman, technically.
Major ‘How I Met Your Mother/Barney Stinson’ nightmares!
:O
This has got to be the single most dull, boring and depressing vacation ever.
More than one month of holidays and I have done nothing worth mentioning.
Except, well, watching all the seasons of Entourage.
I cannot decide whom I like better, Vince or E.
I will spend the remainder of my holidays figuring that out.
The playlist in my gym:
1. churaa liya hain thumne jo dilko
2. Sean Paul – Temperature
4. Snoop Dog
Diverse, much?
Salla Pappu Invading My Brains
I opened the door to my gym today to hear Britney Spears screaming “Ooops I did it again”. Britney is SO 1999. What would possess a gym to play her songs?? Its completely beyond me.
And thats not all.
They played “Pappu can’t dance”. Now I know this song was really popular and everything but I CANNOT stand it for the life of me.
I honestly have no interest in why Pappu can’t dance.
Salla…
Sometimes people say and I think too that I can be way to stubborn at times. While that may be a good thing given certain situations it does not hold to be true always. I find it really extremely hard to open up and let people into my life and into my feelings for the simple reason that I don’t trust them with it. Whoever they may be. Now I’m not egoistical per se. But sometimes what I do really baffles me. I do things I don’t understand.
My whole life has been one stupid decision after the other. I always thought that I never wanted to regret anything I did in life but of late I find myself regretting my decisions every waking moment of my life wishing I did things the other way. I have no idea how long this is going to go on for. I know that you can’t go back and change things but yet I keep doing foolish things.
And I have also been called as an extremely insensitive person. Now for this I do not apologize. I like that part of me and intend to be that way, thank you very much.
I just feel that being really sensitive makes you really vulnerable and I don’t want people to take advantage of that.
Look at me!
I am one crazy person.
How DO people put up with me?
The answer is : THEY DONT.
Why is my life practically engulfed in Drama?
Drama. Drama. Drama.
The more I try to get away from it the more it comes chasing after me.
I hate Drama. In life. I consider myself way too practical and level headed to be involved in Drama. But here I am, yet again, in the midst of Drama.
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Ugh.
And Where Have I Been You Ask?
I have been M.I.A. for the past couple of months due to certain unavoidable situations. Firstly I had my semester exams.
Definitely unavoidable.
After a month of cramming six months worth of syllabus overnight repeatedly, I appeared, at the end of it, unscathed, caffeine induced and deprived of enjoying the wonderfully cool climate that started just during my exams. So I spent the one week of holidays that I had sleeping, eating and watching any movie I could get my hands on.
Now, a week later starting my sixth semester in an Engineering college I am beginning to feel the pangs of fright and uncertainty wondering where my life is headed. I often think that maybe I made the wrong decision after I finished school but console myself saying that its too late to think about what happened. So now I have decided to live with it and plan my life through so that I don’t regret anything in the future.
Madras at this time of the year is in her wettest ever. We see only two seasons a year – extreme heat through ten months and rain through the last two. December brings back its gloomy self- wet, cold and dark throughout the day. Stagnant water everywhere. Leaking houses and canteens and the spread of some infection or the other. Chicken guinea being the flavor of this season. As much as we curse the rain its inevitable that we love it what with holidays being declared left, right and center.
At times I hate the cold. I hate the water stagnation and the city being slathered in rain and the wetness.
But then again its hard not to love it.
I Say Shoot That Damn Bird Down..
For the past two weeks this really abnormal crow keeps coming to my closed window and tries to fly in but duh, the window is closed and so it tries to peck through my window.
Yes. Peck.
My window is full of scratches. And that darn bird keeps coming only when I reach the REM stage of my beauty sleep. So I’m all comfy sleepy dreaming about lying in a hammock in a pristine sea shore and then I hear:
“TOK TOK TOK TOK TOK TOK TOK TOK TOK TOKT”
“KA KA KA KA KA KA KA KAAAAAA KA KA KA TOK TOK KAKAKAKAAAA”
and all I really wanna do is to buy a gun and shoot that psychotic crow down.
My brother came up with a wonderfull theory on why the crow does what it does. He says “oh maybe the crow comes to your window and see its reflection and thinks that there is another crow and it wants to fight with it. Yeah.. thats why its pecking down your window. Or maybe you made it as crazy as you? What did you do to the crow? What did you do????”
First of all the crow can see its reflection in many places, not just my window but on water and… other peoples window. And second of all that was totally the lamest theory I’ve ever heard.
My Theory:
The crow is just plain mental and it has no idea its doing. And I’m trying to overcome my writers block and have end up in describing my relationship with a crow.
This is as good as it gets.
Dig Harder You Morons You Might Just Find The Ancient Treasure You Were Searching For.
Oh My God, they’re at it again. Seriously what do they expect to be hidden beneath roads? Diamonds? Lost treasure?
The digging never stops. And I doubt if it ever will.
Chennai roads have been subjected to nothing but digging. Digging main roads, digging in the corner of big roads, digging in kurku sandus and basically digging anywhere the surface seems even remotely flat. I’m sick of the ‘take diversions’ and ‘men at work’ signs everywhere.
Maybe the Chennai corporation has gone bonkers and ordered the workers to dig the beautiful, wide Anna Nagar roads fringed with lovely old trees. zmy street used to be one of the most nicest, widest streets and now due to this stupid digging it has been transformed into a war zone like how the soldiers in war hide behind these mounds of sand. I have no idea what they’re called.
So just a month back they dug only one side of the street and promptly filled it again and layed the tar over it.
Umm hello?
It was the same even before the digging. The very reason for the digging is lost you dumb-heads.
Now the roads are going to be all bumpy bumpy. Ultimately some corporation head bum is going to pay for this.
Disgrace Down Under
For the past few weeks the papers and news channels have been filled with reports in the racist attacks against Indian students in Australia. This incident is very sad but equally demeaning for the Indians. Indians have been subjected to racism because of their ‘brown’ skin ever since the British reign over India. But to see something like this happen in Australia is extremely degrading.
These racist attacks popularly called ‘curry bashing’ has inflicted pain on many students. Every year at least 90000 Indian students are accepted in Australian universities and if this is the response gained then the number of students may seem to reduce gradually through the years.
Maybe In Madras 