drunk-en-ness

Being drunk is a good feeling.. not like dead drunk.. a very high "high"..

I don't know how to explain..  Its this feeling where nothing matters.. you dn't care about anything.. your fingers feel numb.. you smile at everything and everyone... all music sounds good(except Himmesh Reshamiya)...

Now Playing : Don't you cry - GNR
This is one of my fav. songs..
here's a part of the lyrics;

And please remember that I never lied

And please remember
how I felt inside now honey
You gotta make it your own way
But you'll be alright now sugar
You'll feel better tomorrow
Come the morning light now baby
And don't you cry tonight..

There's a heaven above you baby

 ;)

Today...

Fuck! I said to myself... as the clothes fell from my cupboard.
last night I'd been looking for the old packet I'd hidden in the pocket of an old pair of jeans. This was done so my mom wouldn't find them during her occasional searches in my cupboard.
In my hurry ... i stuffed everything back in.. and left it like that.

I had arranged my cupboard just a few weeks back after a round of de-insect-ificaton of my room... all in vain.. re-arranging looked like a tiresome idea...
Moreover, I've been so busy(though not particularly with any one thing that i can point out..)
And so lost at times that i don't have work... I've borrowed a book from the library but I've been sitting on it for ages... obviously amounting to some fine.. and i have to remember to return it tomorrow...

So, back to the cupboard... since not re-arranging wasn't a choice... i sat and started folding every cloth again... which is when, out of the pocket of my favourite fabindia purple colored kurta came out a 50 rupee note :) Happiness!!!

i miss my family :(

Mom's gone to delhi.. Dad's already there.. Neha's at the hostel...

I miss them :(

I feel alone...

Now, I know who's presence matters to me the most.. 

I've had times when my friends have gone against me.. when i lost people i loved... but all the while i could return home to my family .. my dad or mom or sister have always been there to listen to me ramble when I'm angry sad or frustrated or made sure to be the first ones to applaud me for something good.. or wish me before anyone else on my birthday each year or share my happiness...

They've been my best friends...

Okay, so now its me and Chester... he's foolishly roaming around outside chasing a cat on and off which seems to enjoy teasing chester.

...

Anjali is cynical about almost everything.. she talks like she knows everything...

She looks at everything in a very demeaning way... as if she knows much better...

She opened the newspaper today morning when all of us sat together in the common room at the hostel... 

There is this air of satisfaction and a sort of self-sufficiency about her... i observed almost staring at her... she was pretty yes... her eyebrows were the best thing on her face...  long..beautifully shaped in a perfect curve growing pointy and thin at the outer end...

I watched her turn the pages... the cynical expression was back again... it was a rare event if the expression wasn't on her face...

I wondered what she was thinking...

I heard a little "pffft..." escape her mouth, while she rolled her big eyes which returned back to the paper. "They write such silly stuff, why don't they write good stuff in here" she spoke... almost to herself.. 

quickly running through the rest of the paper, she took up the magazine section. Here she sharply criticized something about a model's dress not matching the way she'd done her hair.. I peeped at the paper... looked okay to me.. but maybe she knew better... but not wanting to make an obvious display of my almost negligible sense of what she called fashion sense... I said "who cares anyway... why don't you just let it be.." 

"hmm..." she replied...  and looked at me with that stupid expression again...

I winked and smiled... she smiled... and turned her face away.

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All characters in the above post are fictitious, any resemblance whatsoever to living or dead people is purely co-incidental...

Grin!

Words... can hurt...

One should be careful while choosing words... Its easy to hurt others, sometimes without even knowing we did so.. And then once the damage is done, sorries won't be of much help... hurt is something that only time can heal..

When we speak, there are times when we direct our words in a way so as to show sarcasm or criticism. Now that, w'hen done for a positive reason is okay I feel, but if its done solely with the intention of hurting the other, it's not a very kind thing to do.

There are times also, when we say things in a way we think is 'hilarious'. Not realizing that what we find hilarious might be a topic of seriousness to the other person... or of deep emotional value. 

There are times also when we're with our close-close friends, that we throw in a comment  or a joke on a particular member of their family, there are chances that we do not see through our own foolishness in such a case... Everyone(almost) loves their family the most.

An insult, a joke, a sarcastic comment directed at a person in public or in front of a group of people, might satisfy you and get all the anger out of your system but... it makes you look like an aggressive idiot. Moreover, it might cause the person insulted to harbor deep disdain for you for the rest of eternity...

And then of course... nice words are always welcome by everyone... why spread bitterness.. if things are getting too irritating for you.. just learn how to ignore :P

PacMan Google :P

Who hasn't played Pacman?
Its a game almost everyone is familiar with... With years we've seen pacman grow with newer version.. So google on the 301th Anniversary of this game chose to make its search page look like this

You push the "Insert Coin" button to play the game...

.......cute innit? (^.^)

Ridiculous Realities...

And after a ridiculously long list of ridiculous reality shows. the latest on NDTV Imagine has now come up with something they call "Desi Girl"

The show requires 8 mumbai-based babes(ahem...!) from the television industry to undergo a complete change in lifestyle.. from the urban to the rural... 

With tasks such as handling cow dung, catching chickens, bathing buffaloes... etc etc.. 

Here's an advertisement I came across while surfing the net today morning.. the one that made me write this post...

Yabadabadoooooooooooo!

here's the episode with the "Happy Anniversary" song.. i remember this tune and the song which i heard when i was a kid...! 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=knp9-GY6fHE&feature=related

I miss watching Flintstones :D

A bad day :P

Here's ten ways of how to make your day bad : ( :P)

1. Wake up late even when you know you have an important appointment early morning.

2. Booze the night before so that a terrible hang-over stays.

3. Rush to wherever you're supposed to reach and on the way abuse/yell at everyone and anything you see [e.g dog, newspaper, door-lock, shoe, guard, driver, a pedestrian etc.]

4. Get into a fight with a close friend for no reason.

5. Hold on to the grudge against her/him till the end of the day [why can't she/he come and apologize first... moreover it wasn't your fault anyway...]

6. Think highly of yourself but more importantly, think others are fools and everyone does everything aiming to irritate you...

7. Blame everyone else for everything bad happening to you, blame them even for your mistakes.

8. Be lazy... and drag-gy... and slouchy... and look tired...

9.  Start thinking you're life's such  a waste.. and that there is no hope and you're all alone and no one cares for you and no one wants you.. complain on how you don't feel like going home..

10. End up at home anyway and be grumpy about how bad the day was and continue abusing/yelling at the dog, Remote control, newspaper, people, bed, mosquitoes etc...

Fallen Leaves..

Fallen...
Dried up leaves...
Leaving...
Barren trees...
Turning...
Dry and brown...
Dying...
On the ground..
Crushed...
Under many feet..
Rushing..
Down the street...

Thought for the day...

No truth is the truth unless it is your truth. And when you urself decide to lie, no truth will save you."

~Swami Binu Narayan

My Special thanks to Swami Binu for introducing me to and enlightening me with this concept ;) with just two lines which set me thinking..

Well there wasn't much to think about... Its true.. like you've heard them wise men say "One man's truth is another man's lie..." likewise...

So, now the other half says if you decide to lie no truth can save you... That however.. i do not completely agree with(partly i do).. since the first line already makes "truth" very subjective in nature... i don't see how no "truth" can save you...

But then it is true still .. For whenever I've lied.. I know I'm done for, gets so messy and troublesome and so many lies just pile up on after the other.. and nothing except facing the truth and agreeing to it or confessing it gets me out of the whole bloody thing...

But again.. there have been times where I've told the truth and have been condemned of lying... with nothing to prove my part.. my opponent being someone good with words, someone convincing enough... in such cases I've figured, not reacting(just shutting up) and waiting for time to teach the other a lesson as he deserves, is the best thing to do..  not that i can do much otherwise anyway :P..

bell bajao

Seen the “bell bajao” advertisement ever while surfing through t.v. channels?

Bell bajao, according to me is this superb concept of curbing domestic violence… Though it has come to action only in places like Mumbai, I think it’s a good start…

Visit: http://bellbajao.org/

An NGO called breakthrough in 2008, started a campaign encouraging people to ring the doorbell of the house where one knew domestic violence was taking place…

So in a country like India that boasts of being on the path to development still has place for something as ugly as a man beating up a woman within the house just because he married her doesn’t sound very “developy” to me…

Now Mumbai isn’t the only place this is happening okay… it’s a commonplace occurrence in many parts of the country… these things don’t go unnoticed… people just pretend to not notice…