Little things..

There are little things in one’s life that should never be forgotten.

Case in point, an umbrella on a rainy day.

There are little things in life one should never be worried about.

Case in point, forgetting an umbrella on a rainy day and getting drenched.

But there is one thing in life, one must always remember.

Never eat ice cream on a rainy day that you have forgotten your umbrella and are drenched. It is not cute. Even if you are walking your neighbour’s dog. On a rainy day..

Achoo!
Bless you.. err.. me!

When you are bored and you know it.. take a quiz!

What type of killer are you?

You kill with magic.
You are very skilled with magic, but have poor fighting skills. But it doesn't really matter anyway since it can be as powerful as other weapons. You are probably missunderstood by people and have some pain inside you. You are not the kind of person to start a fight, but if you are provocted you respond. You probably don't have that many friends either though you might want some. According to you life is a lonely journey and you try not to care to much. Most people who are witches or anything similar is thought to be evil and want to see all people suffer. That however is not true. You don't feel that much joy seeing others in pain. You are probably peaceful and quiet when left alone.

Main weapon: Potions and spells
Quote: "A man can be destroyed but not defeated" -Ernest Hemingway
Facial expression: Blank eyes

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Courtesy: Poison

Take it here

Hmmm..

No man is an Iland, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friends or of thine own were; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.

-John Donne (Meditation XVII of Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions)


They say that no man is an island
And good things come to those who wait
But the things I hear are there just to remind me
Every dog will have his day..

-Jon Bonjovi (Santa Fe)

She defends.. again.. (why?)

I met up with some friends today, who I knew a long time back. Things have gotten all “sober” from the times gone by. I like my friends, they are a good set of people. They don’t worry about complexes, egos.. petty things like that.. anymore. Most of them are now settled in life, typically. So as the encounter progressed, anecdotes started flying around, giggles and laughter followed. But suddenly, at one moment everyone (read three) looked at me and sighed. I, in most of the social congregations, am the epitome for the phrase.. “Had everything.. lost everything”. I never agreed. I vehemently defended every “odd-ball” action of mine. Everytime. These people are the conventional open minded people who do realize and respect the choices of an individual, but I always find the look of disappointment in their eyes when they look at my “wasted” life. I hate that look, it is the same look my mom sports.

“You were smart.. you could have become a lawyer or a manager” or “You were the prettiest among us.. you could have been on TV or maybe have become a tennis player atleast” someone always quipped. Notice, the tennis bit at the end.. that was a suggestion at the heights of humour, a sober software analyst can reach. Fairly pedestrian, I agree.

My defining feature throughout my adolescence was my appearance. I was not a drop dead gorgeous bimbo, as my braggadocio might have suggested, but was fairly attractive. I always thought it ruined my chances of being acknowledged “intelligent”. I did manage to rake up some high scores in most of the exams, but I was always the cute one, not the brainy one. I hated that. But every one thought I ll become “successful” in life anyway. Heck, I still am young and have a long way ahead, but this is where my history steps in.

For brief period in my life, I was in the state of, well.. disillusionment. Like every other kid in the great city of ours, I too was caught in the classic teenage affliction – DRUGS, SEX and ROCK n ROLL. In years gone by, some one said.. “Talent is no virtue, when desire ceases.” Desire is not defined for a teenager, it is misconstrued.

People make mistakes. Some pay for them instantly, some in installments. But every body pays. You just take the receipts and walk on. The only problem is.. that my receipt is stuck to my butt! And I want it off.

So at the turn of the day, as the clock reads 0021 hrs, I declare.. NO, MY LIFE WAS NOT DONE IN! IT WAS NOT WASTED!! Again.

In the name of God, a redundant post!

A photograph from a local daily. Fans of Mr. Bachchan performing a yagna for him in Kolkata.

I do not mind seeing the gentlemen seated there in the saffron wrap praying for the well being of a fellow being. Autistic, may be.. but none of my business. I do not mind posters of mortals becoming idols of worship. My walls had their share of pin-ups as well. So, no complaints. I am just fascinated by that little kid in blue, who is all excited and is probably mouthing something like “Amitabh Maharaj ki JAI” or something to that effect. A kid who is just there for the free prashad or maybe an odd playmate. Or may be just following his family. He in some way reminds me of every other being on this land. We, who make make/believe Gods for his prashad and call ourselves devout and humane.

“And the point is…?” you ask? None. There never is one.

P.S. Just testing uploading images from the laptop.

One from the annals..

In a little corner of the room, she lay. Dark, it was.. like the stream moving along her arm. Cold, she lay hugging her knees close to her chest. Tears still moist against her cheeks. Heart still pounding slowly, almost inquiring for continuance. “ Close your eyes, it will go away.” She kept whispering to herself. No one was listening.

The door opened slowly, bringing in piercing streaks of light that pricked into her eyes, sharper than the razor was against her wrists. The murky silhouette at the entrance waved towards her, beckoning her out. She cuddled in closer, head burying in her lap, shutting her eyes forcefully. The door closed. Darkness was reclaimed. The faintness lulled her to sleep.

The night lasted for months.

Then one day, the curtains fell to floor. The room lay bare in front of the mighty Helios. He marched in and like a drunken pig in whorehouse, he ravaged the naked walls. Every inch of the darkness was now printed with violent marks of luminosity. The little girl in the corner watched in revulsion, as her home was torn down by the powerful lord of luster. Her darkness was gone. Her home, lost.

Career advice please..

I want to foray in advertising. Could someone please suggest the needful qualifications/schools.
Pretty please.

6-4

That's the score this evening.
I played tennis after a loooong time, today.. braving rains and muddy courts, at that.
And yes, I won.
Just thought everyone should know that.

A little too symbolic, you say?

This afternoon,

PS games on PC/Laptop.. not quite the same.

P.S. I feel I grown "down" five years in four days.

OOOOONG..

The gongs were sounding. Her head was responding to their rhythmic loudness. The walls were moving in, squeezing out the darkness enclosed. Her eyelids part in the most unhurried motion possible. The gongs mellowed.. TTRRING. The door! TRRRINGG!! Somebody get the door! GET THE DOOR, dammit! Her head moves around, surveying the site. She was talking to herself again. There was no one there in the room.

She walks her zombified self across the hall to meet the wicked bell ringer behind the door, gonging away to glory. He was a huge dark guy with HUGER moustache and a red blood eyes. When he grins, which he never does.. his pearly white teeth make an appearance, forming a contrast against the skin worthy of a place in a wannabe kitsch fashionista’s line. His round hairy belly wiggles every time he chuckles, which again.. he never does. She finally makes her way across the hall which seemed to have stretched across eternity. She opens the door only to find a middle aged woman baring HER teeth to her. It was the maid. She says something in the regional dialect, but was incomprehensible. Everything seemed so.

As she walks back to her room, her eyes falls on a little shiny thing hung on the wall. Something beckons her towards it. As she moves closer, a witchy little figure appears on it. A female form with strange big hair, small eyes and a huge crimson mouth.. SCREAAAAAAAAAM! The maid comes rushing in, inquiring and leaves immediately snickering. She’s evil! That must be her evil witch sister there in the picture. She moves in again braving the sinking feeling inside.. it seems a more familiar picture this time around. Carefully observing the face, she remembers.. that’s.. her. It was a mirror. Cursing her imbecility and bad take-off-your-lipstick-before-sleeping manners.. she calls for a cup of coffee.

The maid walks in sometime with a cup of coffee and a rather disgusted look* on her face. In her broken Hindi, she inquires why she was home at this hour. OFFICE!! She slept through the morning.. it was Monday, and she was “late” to office. Again.

Her head was on the verge of exploding. It could, but it wont.. coz that would be a good thing… and good things don’t happen on a Monday morning. A Monday morning that comes after a Sunday night. After a (drink-all-you-can-coz-tomorrow-is-a-Monday-again) Sunday night. It’s a vicious circle.

She rushes in and out of the bathroom faster than a speeding bullet. Wet hair and all, she grabs her bag and mobile, scurrying out of the door..

Two minutes later, she slowly makes her way back through the same door and bundles in the sofa.. she need not go to that office anymore.. she quit two days back.

Come to think of it..

I have no expectations in life. Ok, not no, maybe low. I live in a world of fantasy where I am God. I create my own standards, my limitations, my luxuries. Say, when I step into the mall, I shop like there is no tomorrow. There is. No tomorrow. People tell me this is a bad way of living life. I think they are wrong. I say this because of two reasons. One, people are just forced factors of conditions in my life who have an unfortunate gift of voice. Two, I am never wrong.

Being right or wrong is relative. What I do is always right to me, and I shall abide by my decisions throughout. My decisions become my factors of conditions thereafter.

Life is just about dealing with the conditions around at the end of the day, ainnit? I like making my own conditions. I dictate what affects me. Is that a safe way of living, is that living in a bubble? Maybe. Then are we all not living in one?

We are all living in a rather rigid set of conditions governed by the information we are imparted with. What if the world that we are informed about is false, then nothing is true. Every thing is possible. Is denial of everything the ultimate freedom then? Or an ignorant trip of escapism?

Either way.. I do not really give a rat’s behind, for this world is not worth worrying.

Desperate housewife.. me?

1. Lie in the bed and wallow
2. Look at it longingly
3. Look away
4. Look back
5. Curse it.. it causes migraines (cold + migraines = bad combo ~ sick)
6. Throw a pillow at it
7. Make a face
8. Turn your back to it and pretend you are sleepy
9. Realize you are as sleep privileged as an owl
10. Oh, what the hell! Plug it in already.. you are married to it for gossake

Oh darling laptop! I missed you.

Well, it was floating around..

Liquid Sunshine tagged me, so here goes..

Three names I go by:

1)Dee
2)Lutin (thats french)
3)D****a (my name)

Three Screen Names:

1)Thetis
2)C|-|!><0|2
3)G982301

Three things I like about myself:

1)that I dropped out of college
2)that I care two hoots about "work"
3)that I dont read too many books

Three things I don't like about myself:

1)that I once beat a man till he bled off his balls
2)that I SOMETIMES lie (*wink)
3)that I think being honest is important, in everything

Three things that scare me:

1)Fundamentalists
2)Wasps
3)Puppets

Three essentials:

1)Will to live on
2)Will to say - no
3)Will to say - yes

Three things I like in the opposite sex:

1)Intellect
2)Trimmed nails
3)Batmobile

Three things that I want to do badly now:

1)Eat shepard's pie (can't)
2)Light up (can't)
3)Have wild, unreatrained, unihibited, shameless, orgasmic sex (can't.. wait e minute, no.. can't)

Three places I'd love to go on vacation:

1)Great Barrier Reef, Australia (oh yes)
2)African rainforests (never been there)
3)My mom's hometown, of course

Three kids' names I like:

1)Bini
2)Oliver
3)Sasha (All kids I know)


Three things to do before dying:

1)Catch myself in the mirror honestly laughing out loud, again
2)Make a movie
3)Get rid of my tattoo

I guess I have to tag three people as well, so:

1)Handful of Hell
2) S!
3)Sanity Sucks

L n G, she's finally lost it!

I have a little flower pot at my window. I was watching it for sometime and this monologue followed.. (unedited, non-embellished version)

A. What is it doing there?
B. You put it there.. silly!
A. Do you think it is beautiful?
B. Of course.
A. Is it happy?
B. It’s a plant.. it must be.. it gets its stock.. it must be happy.. it is.
A. But I put it there, should not I worry about it? Its happiness?
B. It’s a plant!! Who do you think you are? Its God?
A. Does my God think so too?

She's such a showboat!

They call it the Rubik's Revenge.. Rubik's 4x4x4 cube. Solved it in 2 hrs 22 min. They say the world record is under a minute. But I am getting there.. slowly.

Hey, I was a little rusty!

Puckish deed of the day

At lunch, I dragged EVERY one on the shift, out in the rain and gotten them drenched.. and they liked it too. Don't go by the complaining and resistance, all that was just... an act of grown-up-ness. By the end it all, everyone had a blush and a shampoo-ad-look to sport. They tell me since not since the CMD visited the office last year was there such anthology of dampness in the employee clothing. Oh.. and there were a lot of squishing sounds too.

As a recompense for my pro active contribution to such.. (*cannot come up with an adjective, put one yourself*) environment, I was personally invited to my boss's chamber and was rewarded with earful renditions of office ethics, I think.. He concluded something like, "Whjo fo uo yjink uo ae? .. " I could not understand it in the entirity, I was too busy getting water out of my ears.

And yes, there is now a forbid against "tight" clothing in our office, unofficially of course. Hurray to the PHBs every where. (*All sarcasm intended)

Achoo!

Couple of things creasing my forehead..

There is an eternal question every person (of the same sex) asks me on a first encounter, a question I am sure a lot of people are asked. “Are you single?” I know, it might be an innocent streak of curiosity or a kind way of striking a conversation, but what is irritating is the patronage that follows. “How can an intelligent girl not find a girl?” or “Oh.. but you are sooo beautiful..” or “But you earn good, that doesn’t add up..” I know all that, but can’t one just be single out of choice?? As if! Lol.

I always go around telling everybody my life is happy and it is the way life should be. I smile, I tap, I clap, I do everything but blow up a poodle out of a balloon. I genuinely believe being happy is the most important thing in life. But sometimes, I think I just pretend. To myself.

This is turning out to be a sad post.. I need to stop. No, I mean, I have work.. lots of work.. in case, you have not noticed.. I am not blogging regularly of late.. Blame it on the boss-man.

Yeh deadlines.. uff!

It was unfortunate but..

I ll keep this short.

Will someone please tell RSS/VHP/BJP to shut the fuck up!!?

Yes. Thank you.

Can you play left handed, sir?

A smaller racquet please, this one's making the other guy look silly.

Wimbledon Gentlemen's Singles Semifinals update:
Roger Federer beat Lleyton Hewitt 6-3, 6-4, 7-6(4).