It's not just a Movie

Sometimes, you just like a movie because that one dialogue, that one scene, that one song was about you, about something special to you. That moment when you don’t see the actors, you don’t hear their voices, you just feel what you felt then, and then you don’t need a reason to like that movie, it becomes special, because it had that little bit of you. A single sentence, a small gesture is all it takes and then, you're not just watching a movie.

It is a Movie, Relax.

Disclaimer: I think this has spoilers.

Some.One liked the movie, Some.One didn't. Why is Every.One going crazy fighting on my newsfeed? :|

I happen to like Ra.One and contrary to popular belief it is not because of my undying love for Shahrukh but because I happened to enjoy the movie for what it was. Yes, there were corny scenes, pathetic PJ’s and redundant scenes, but, I didn’t expect it to be a mathematical proof of a movie. In my case even that has corny tricks, redundant statements and pathetic attempts at a solution. Anyways, that is besides the point. The point is that this is one movie that is visually brilliant and yet is purely Bollywood, and I am excited about that. I am a superhero movie buff usually, and I appreciate the fact that although Stan Lee and the likes have made it impossibly difficult to come up with something original and likeable, these guys have really pulled it off.

I liked the concept of the game, but I wish they had explored it more, made it more God Of War-like instead of the 8 bit Mortal Kombat style that they've used. I liked the scenes between Shekhar and his son and then the kid with G.One, although I’d have liked it more if the corny-ness had been toned down. I really like the scene where Ra.One witnesses Dusshera and I cheered and clapped for G.One and Chitti.


This isn’t on my favourite movie list, not at all, but I enjoyed it. I am sure there is a section of the junta that wouldn’t, I think there is always one such section. But, I don’t understand why people are taking extreme stances, especially on facebook, twitter. It is like people are trying to declare it a Hit or a Flop by their status updates, but if ‘Ready’ and ‘Kambakht Ishq’ are bigger blockbusters than ‘Rang De Basanti’, ‘Swades’  or ‘Jaaneman’, then who cares? I saw the IMDB vote trend for Ra.One, most people have given it a 1/10 or 10/10, seems like people have a personal agenda to make it flop or a blockbuster.  

I expect a lot of people to not like this movie, mostly SRK-haters and people who  want to watch ‘serious meaningful cinema’.  Well, if you’re in either category then the advertisements and marketing are enough to give you a Caveat, then why go for it and waste your money at all? I expected the movie to be a little silly, corny but with good visual effects and a lot of Shahrukh. I got silly and corny alright, but I also got a lot of Shahrukh and pretty amazing effects.

I usually do not analyse movies, I either like them or not like them, or sometimes just keep on delaying watching them, but the constant status updates which are more like violent defenses or even more violent threats were beginning to really irritate me.

If you hate SRK after all these years, you will not suddenly start liking him after this movie, don’t go for it. If you like SRK, you probably will like it, worth a shot. If the hero is not important but ‘serious meaningful cinema’ is, don’t go for it. If you have time and money and want to see a light movie with seriously commendable visual effects, go for it. If you’ve seen the movie and you like it, good for you. If you’ve seen the movie and don’t like it, get over it.

As for me, I had fun.

I Wonder...

Considering what we know is so little and what we don’t know so much, one would think the latter to be that much more powerful. Yet usually it is the other way round.

I remember Grandma telling me once that reincarnation exists, that we start with the smallest, the most apparently insignificant of organisms, and ultimately earn the honour, the prize of being reincarnated as a human. Come to think of it, isn’t it amazingly close to the concept of Evolution? Moving on from single-celled organisms to Human Beings? Of course each theory has its own set of assumptions, fallacies and merits which I cannot even begin to analyze, let alone dispute, due to my lack of knowledge thereof. Yet, I cannot help but notice the central idea being common to both. Entirely opposing ideas, yet so close in their essence, fascinating.

During a discussion with a friend, I remember asking, “Ohkay, maybe Mahabharata did really happen, but, hundred Kauravas born from earthen pots, really? Or people on flying chariots? Arrows that burst in flames, or lightning as a weapon, how can one explain any of this?” The reply I got has kind of stuck on, it never fails to amaze me. “These are literary interpretations, that got distorted or exaggerated due to a multitude of reasons over many, many years; but think about it: What if technology at that time had advanced to stages where the Kauravas were born as test tube babies? What if the earthen pots were indeed the “test tubes” of that time? What if, some sort of airplanes had been invented then that were seen as flying chariots? What if they had made weapons using explosives that appeared as arrows that spit fire and what if they had made weapons that harnessed electricity to attack? Technology doesn’t only need to be invented but also sustained, maybe for various social, natural or economic reasons these could not be sustained or spread out.”

When I was in the fourth standard, we were being taught about our Solar System. A statement was made: “Life on Earth exists as it is the only planet in our Solar System with optimal conditions for life.” I stood up and asked what the word optimal meant, I had guessed it from the context, yet I needed to confirm before I could ask the question that had struck me instantly. On being satisfied that my guess was correct I asked, “What if there are aliens that do not need the same things as us to survive? What if they need something else in place of oxygen or water? What if they need the extreme cold or extreme hot temperatures? Life outside the Earth need not be the same as on Earth. So why look for water or oxygen to confirm life outside? Maybe they really don’t need that, maybe even if they exist we cannot see them, they might be made of something that is invisible to us.” Some of my friends started giggling, and my class teacher smiled and said, “Priyanka, you really need to watch less of Cartoon Network.” And the discussion ended. Well, maybe all that I had said did really stem from excess of cartoons and storybooks, and maybe it doesn’t really make much sense; but till now, the confusion stays on. Why do we equate everything else to what we know? Why do facts have to fall within our domain to be rendered credible? Why would an alien have to need oxygen, or water or a temperature acceptable to us?

All this is speculation, but what is to say that it holds no truth? If certain stories, myths or yet-to-be-accepted-ideas have stood the test of time, surely they deserve some faith. Faith, as opposed to superstition or cynicism. Wouldn’t life be so much simpler if we realized that absence of evidence is not evidence of absence? If we could accept that there are things we don’t know or don’t understand. If we look at new ideas with wonder than with resistance? One doesn’t need to just accept whatever one is told, that’d be downright stupid, but being stubborn about your opinion no matter what isn’t much better either.

Of course I have my own set of beliefs, opinions and ideas. But so does my neighbour and their neighbour and so on. Who am I to decide they are wrong? Similarly, who are they to decide that either?

The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing.  

– Albert Einstein

P.S.: There is so much more I could write about this, but some other time, for now, I must get back to “Reality”. Till then, some food for thought: We usually judge people as smart on the basis of what they know, yet geniuses have an indisputable track record of being those who went about looking for what they didn’t know. So long!

The Green Bookshelf And The Gulmohar Tree

Holding papa’s hand as tightly as I could, I entered the gates and instantly fell in love with the huge gulmohar tree in the garden, the basketball courts, the creamy sunlight washed walls and the pristine church that stood tall and beautiful.  Then I saw all the children, lined up for assembly. Was I late? Papa told me to go stand in the line and I thought my feet were stuck to the ground they shivered on. He nudged me gently to go ahead. I looked at all the other kids, laughing, fighting, talking or just standing, would they like me? What if I made no friends? I looked back at papa, trying very hard not to let the tears spill that blurred everything. He smiled and said, “You’re a big girl, aren’t you? Do you wan’t to be late on your first day?” I looked down at my shiny black ballerina shoes and shook my head the tiniest bit and trudged along to where everyone stood. Then, halfway through I realized, I didn’t know which line to stand in! I turned to see whether papa was still standing there, and the relief that washed over me was too much to handle. I burst out crying, as loudly as I could. At once papa was there to hold me and comfort me as I tried to control my sobs and not drench his shirt. He held my hand, asked a girl where I was supposed to stand, she led us there and papa hunched on his knees and asked me if I would be fine and not cry? As much as I wanted to howl my lungs out, I agreed and gave him a watery smile. He kissed me and went back to stand near the small gate, as I learnt to call it later on, and waited as the assembly began.

We said prayers that I had never heard of and sang hymns which everyone knew except for me. Throughout the service I kept opening my eyes to check if papa was still standing there and much to my relief he was. Finally the service ended, for the first time I learned how to cross, and soon we began filing out for class. As I entered the building which looked so calm yet vibrant I saw papa, he smiled, waved at me and left, I held back the silly tears that just wouldn’t stay in and entered my classroom. Class II Section I. The classroom was a different world in itself, softboards with colourful charts and posters, cute wall hangings and flowers on the teacher’s desk, tiny little wooden tables and matching chairs arranged in random clusters for the students. I chose the one at the furthest corner, near the teacher’s desk and the near a green bookshelf. Story books? In a classroom?  Soon the class teacher entered, she introduced herself as Mrs. Fernandez, and then introduced me to the rest of the class. I fidgeted a little at all the sudden attention and then quietly sat in my place.  Another girl entered with her mom, she was a little late. She had no place to sit, I offered her to share my desk and I made my first friend in Loreto House.  After that, the day just flew by. At two O’ clock when papa came, I ran to him and hugged him and told him how wonderful my teacher was, how many friends I’d made, how I’d found a book about a ballerina in the bookshelf in my class and how I wanted to be one too when I grew up.

It was that green bookshelf that introduced me to the wonders of reading, the classes in the small hall that made me realize that I could dance, the piano that accompanied my most disastrous attempts at singing, the stage in the big hall that made me want to be on it, my little desk where I learnt how to unpack my world for the day, the canteen where we yelled for that one plate of chow, the basketball courts which witnessed everything from my futile attempts at basketball to my beloved dance practice, from lock and key to the dreaded Day 4 marching sessions, the corridors where we’d stand and talk about crushes and homework, or where we’d sit in groups and make charts, projects or masterpieces in art and craft, the zero periods and the celebrations, the house meetings and the zillion events, the teachers who taught me almost everything I know today and who gave us the best ever Children’s day celebrations. Loreto House went from being the scary new school to my entire world. Although I’ve moved on and miss it like crazy, it was the place with which I fell in love with as soon as I laid my eyes on that gorgeous Gulmohar tree in the garden, and it is the place which will always be home.

Some Time, With Me

As they say, a lot really can happen over coffee. It was the first time today that I ventured into a café all by myself, I’d never really felt the need to visit one alone. After a dreary day at office and the dangerous few minutes of battling the crazy Hyderabad traffic, the café looked much too enticing, also a little chocolate wouldn’t hurt before another crazy struggle to find an auto. So, after wasting a lot of time thinking about whether I was really that hungry or should I just go home, I decided, no, I felt like eating that chocolate pastry and company or no company, I would have it. I walked in, and felt as if everyone had stopped eating, talking and serving to stare at me and say, “Alone? Don’t you have any friends?” But, then as soon as the stupidity of that thought struck me, I realized, that nobody really cared apart from the desperate few who would have reacted in the same way to anything female, alone or in a group. So, I chose the seat near the glass wall. The one that overlooked the bustling street, perhaps due to some ingrained need to seek company.

I chose my dessert from a tempting assortment of ice creams, cakes and puddings, and waited for it patiently, while I contemplated calling someone and speaking over the phone. The phone kept ringing, and I realized that it was for the better, since it would defile the novelty of the entire experience of sitting by myself in a café, in a city that isn’t home. Contrary to popular belief, as much as I adore talking, there are times when I enjoy silence, while walking home, reading or perhaps while writing like this. Never had I experienced the same in this way though. There was a couple who seemed pretty strange. They weren’t talking to each other, the girl was drinking her coffee and the guy was just looking at her, she looked at him over her cup every now and then, giggled and then went back to concentrating on her coffee, while the guy just kept looking at her. Then there was this guy, alone like me, yet he had his laptop and was busy reading something while gulping down his can of diet coke. While I was busy doing nothing, observing the other occupants, I felt at peace, somehow relishing the fact that although good company is always welcome, my own isn't half that bad.

My treat arrived and I smiled at the waiter, he looked a bit surprised and then suddenly, genuinely happy. He hurried back to the kitchen and then came back with a little bowl of extra chocolate sauce, and said that it was complimentary, or so I understood, I’m yet to get hold of much Telugu. So, I smiled back and enjoyed all the sinful yet devastatingly delicious chocolate. Pardon the superlatives, but chocolate does that to me. Instead of it being a hurried snack that I had expected, I realized, that I could actually enjoy my dessert for what it was; I wasn’t talking to anyone, the only thing on my mind was that this was a slice of time that I was spending with just me, I enjoyed every spoonful thoroughly and after making sure none of the chocolate sauce was wasted, I ordered the check.

While I was waiting for it, two boys strolled in; both apparently seemed to be delighted at my sight, although not in the irritating, desperate way. I ignored them, till I saw that they sat in a table opposite mine, and one of them took out a pencil and started drawing something on a pad. It was some moments later that I noticed him intently looking at my face every now and then and drawing that I realized that I was being sketched! Luckily, the waiter came with the check and I began hurrying out. I have always wanted to have my portrait done, a silly fantasy of sorts, but this seemed a little strange, especially after my little alone time. All the sudden attention perhaps unnerved me, the boy looked sad at my hurried exit, and he called out, “Sorry! Didn’t mean to scare you!” I just smiled and left, although a part of me really wanted to see the sketch, whatever had been achieved in those few minutes. Exuberant Innocence and Experienced Caution fought over the urge, Caution won.

Out in the scorching heat and crazy traffic, the recent strange little moments were temporarily forgotten as I looked for an auto, and after interminable minutes finally found one. On the way back, while I was trying to inch away from this woman, who was for some reason trying to throw me out of the auto, I realized, that even though the time I spent at the café was pretty ordinary, it was still something that I was thinking about during the trip back home, and something that I just had to write about.

If You Want To Be Happy, Be.

Devdas:“Babuji ne kaha gaon chhor do,
sabne kahaa Paro ko chhor do,
Paro ne kahaa sharaab chhor do,
aaj tumne keh diya, haveli chhor do,
ek din aayega jab wo kahenge, duniya hi chhor do.”

Azel: Sunni toh hai nahi kisi kii, bewakoof toh ho hi. Jo chahe karo, bas rona chhor do. 

At one point you realize that it really doesn’t matter, does it? I mean ok, things didn’t go your way, but then they usually don’t! When they do, usually, it’s a disappointment, so I guess by default we’re programmed to feel bad/sad/greedy/blah. I guess it is left to our faculties to decide and program our brain (yes, we all possess one even though most forget to use it!) to make us feel happy, et cetera. No matter what the problem is, that point does come at least once when one realizes that it wasn’t just worth all the drama. It came even for Devdas, but he was too drunk to realize it or perhaps the music at Chandramukhi’s place a tad too loud to contemplate his stupidity, who knows! I mean, wouldn’t it have been a ton better to have either run away with Paro or to have, just you know like, enjoyed all his dad’s money or even just made use of his fancy degree from London or some place and gotten a job or something? But no, apparently getting drunk and dying was better. In retrospect however, even he would have realized that everyone else seemed to have managed fine without all the drama. Chandramukhi kept dancing, Paro kept being married or whatever.

Look at it this way, why do we become sad? Guess, coz well, we are not happy. Ok, fair enough. But, then doesn’t being sad, make us even less happy and eventually sadder? So, basically being sad just makes us sad, so why be sad? OK. Wait, not helping.  Let us look at it in a less idiotic way, whatever we feel and all is basically just a set chemical reactions and electrical impulses, sent by our brain. Our brain functions according to well, our brain! So, if we choose to look at the good things, if we decide to move on and be happy, we will. Logically and practically, no one can stop that. So, don’t choose to be sad. Simple. Well, there is this little voice that usually pokes its nose to point out that, you know things didn’t go your way and all. Here’s what you do, tell Mr. Goody Two-Shoes to help, if it can then good enough, if it can’t well, you really can’t do much about it, can you? So, move on, ignore the pestering little, little voice and choose to be happy, start afresh.

Once in a while it does us good to remind ourselves that this is probably our only chance at life, and even if reincarnation and all does exist, this is our only chance at life as we know it, so why ruin it for something that is nothing in comparison in the long run? No matter how pathetic or miserable you are, trust me you’ve got a better life than most people. You at least have internet connection and the idle time to read this post, which says nothing new or even remotely entertaining. So, just be happy and stop whining, coz for a change you really do get to choose, so why not make a choice that you’ll actually like? I mean really, I never understood why Devdas didn’t take Paro with him if he really was leaving his dad and home and his weird bhabhi and all. Paro’s mom had actually permitted her to run away with him. H-e-l-l-o? Here is this woman allowing her daughter to elope with you and you run away to Chunni Babu? Really? Truth is, we usually choose to be stupid and sad, when being smart and happy is equally simple. 

A moment lasts all of a second, but the memory lives on forever.

" Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves a shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me."

It wasn't born this day, but it hadn't been real till then; though it isn't real till now, yet it lives on somehow. 

*inner peace* =) 

Note To Self

I will not think about it* anymore, if it upsets/depresses/angers/bothers/ (any negative emotion)s me in anyway.

*It: Anything that cannot be changed and upsets me for whatever reasons.

P.S. I: So you and I can expect less number of oh-why-did-this-happen and oh-were-it-different et al kinds of blog posts. Well, that’s a happy thought.

P.S. II: One of my favourite pictures, always brings a smile. :)

And So It Is

Now, it isn’t as if I can’t

It is more like,

Why the hell should I?

It wouldn’t have been this wonderful,

Had it been this simple.

It wouldn’t have been this difficult,

If it weren’t so unforgettable.

Regret, forget and deny?

Doesn't work for me,

Truth is: I don’t want to try.

Remember if you will,

Forget if you must.

Whichever way it is,

You do your own

While I do mine.

Betrayal

Smiling and laughing
With stars in their eyes

She trusts and looks up

He teases, adores

The pair so pretty

So innocent, so sure

The mirror reflects

A bond ever so pure

What is hidden from her

Is the dagger behind

That pierces her trust

And shatters her mind

Her family, her friend

Her trust so strong

How could he have hurt her?

How was she so wrong?

Yet through all the pain

Through all that still hurts

She smiles yet and looks up

The twinkle is gone

The laughter is empty

The charade moves on

She stays so as always

For bonds that bind

For friends, and near ones

And more of their kind

The dagger is theirs

Their idea of right

He thinks he has won

She knows he is right

Yet the smile remains

Fake, painful and bright

She knows she’ll go through it

She knows she'll move on

He might have betrayed her

He might have won

But she has her hero,

And he can never be that one


Disclaimer: This is NOT about a romantic tragedy.

I Couldn't Have Said It Better

“No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio 
o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego: 
te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras, 
secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma. 

Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva 
dentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores, 
y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo 
el apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra. 

Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde, 
te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo: 
así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera, 

sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres, 
tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía, 
tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño.”

-Pablo Neruda

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

I share this not because I fell in love with it,

I share it because, had I the words or the gift:

I couldn’t have said it better.

P.S.: Thank you so much for suggesting it to me, =)

Crazy times, Good times

Mom: Azel, Stop This Right Now.

Me (Thinking): Haha, Damage Done >:D. Me (Saying): Umm, Sorry. :(

The above has been a part of my daily routine ever since I was capable of doing the Stop-This-Right-Now genre of things. It all began with (as far as I can remember), when I started to crawl-walk and put my fingers in the electric sockets. Solution: Mom had to put cello tape on the ones which I could reach. Me: I found taking off the cello tape as much fun :D

Then, once I learnt how to talk: Haha, Mom is still trying to come to terms with that. All the Ice Cream wallahs made it a point to really make their presence felt when they were anywhere near my house, and due to my deep sense of courtesy, I just had to buy an Ice cream; Mom apparently had stronger emotions dominating over courteousness. Solution: She used to make me sleep with her in the afternoon, I hated Siesta then, it’s more like bliss now. Me: I used to sneak out once she slept, call the Ice-cream wallahs and get free ice-creams, well, they were free for me; they did however take the money later from mom, which I came to know pretty late in life. :D

Then came “School”, each day I used to cry and cry and cry and cry, while my mom tried to leave me at school. Mind  you, it didn’t stop at crying, I used to keep running back to her, ultimately it took two-three “Maasi”s, to carry me back to class and then to keep me sitting in my place till the teacher came. Solution: The school kept a pet parrot near my classroom, which distracted me till mom left. Me: I liked the parrot, it was after my teacher came that I began crying like crazy, till I got chocolates and a chance to sit at the teacher’s desk while the rest of the mortals cried at their little desks. Nursery was fun :D

Kids see cartoons while they eat their food; I ate only when the song “Mere Haathon Mein Nau Nau Churiyan Hain” from the movie “Chandni” came on TV. My mom had to buy the video cassette and play it on the VCR so that I would eat, much to the anger and resentment of the rest of the kids at home as their “Tom and Jerry” had to be stopped or paused for my “Mere Haathon Mein Nau Nau churiyan” time. My cousins still tell me, “Bachpan se hi nautanki hai.”:D I used to play songs from DDLJ, HAHK etc in the music system, and change my clothes so that it matched with each song and then dance to it.

I learnt how to use the phone at home, I used to dial random numbers, and say “Hello, Mera naam Nisha hai (Madhuri, in HAHK), kya main Prem se baat kar sakti hoon?” And then cough, *Uhhu Uhhu*. The telephone and I have been in love with each other for ages now, Solution: Child Lock. Me: I started answering the phone each time it rang. Luckily, it rang a lot, with two doctors at home I got a chance to diagnose a lot of patients and kept telling them, “Agar aapko sardi hai toh Dilosyn lena, bahut tasty hota hai.”

One thing that still irritates mom is my obsession with the mirror, I used to take mom’s sari and dress up and pose in front of the mirror; I still do that. Problem is that I haven’t learnt how to fold the sari yet. Mom is yet to find a solution for this and me, well I have two full length mirrors in my room and access to mom’s saris :D

Mom keeps telling me though, that the good part was that when guests came she could easily be in the kitchen, making tea or whatever for the guests and not worry about leaving them alone because I was always there. Apparently I was very good company even at the age of 5, I spoke to anyone or anything in sight, I started dancing or modeling for them. There was this show that used to come on Zee TV, “Khoobsurat”, my family members used to ask me, “Azel fashion show mein kaise chalte hain?” And well, that was all that was required to get me started with my catwalk.

I remember once, mom gave me an apple, and I said I won’t eat it until it is fully peeled. Baba (My grandfather) then told me that we shouldn’t peel off apples since most of the vitamins are in the skin itself. Like a good girl I agreed. I was unfortunately too good a learner, and too enthusiastic, next day I was attempting to eat a banana without peeling it off. Luckily mom always knows when I go crazy, so she stopped me, and I explained how Baba said we mustn’t peel fruits in order to get maximum benefit.

My first crush was Lord Krishna when I was around 3 or 4, I thought he was really cute on Doordarshan. I was intent on marrying him, Mom had to go through a lot to make me understand that I cannot go about proclaiming that Krishna is my boyfriend and that soon we’ll be married, I then moved on to Aamir Khan, then Shahrukh, then Hrithik, then Tom Cruise, then Hugh Jackman, then Robert Pattinson, Ian Somerhalder, Brad Pitt…I’ve lost count…. Mom now thinks being in love with Krishna was a better option.

Then there was this instance when I was around 4, I had gone out with my aunt to the market, she'd bought flower garlands for some puja, I wore them, sat on the floor of the cycle rickshaw and kept yelling and singing “Main Pagli Hoon” for the entire journey. My cousins took a snap from the balcony when I reached home, I can’t find the picture otherwise I would have scanned and uploaded it. My aunt couldn’t go to the market for a week or two then. Mom threatened that I’d be taken to a mental hospital if I kept on proclaiming that I was mad, I asked her, “Wow, will I get to see mad people?” I still ask her sometimes, if I could see a psychiatrist some day, the conversation might be interesting. She just stares at me or asks me to clean my room. :|

Some of my madness has been cured, some persists and some has escalated. Mom has been dealing with most of it, she is one strong woman. Love you :)

P.S: The Ujaala advertisement, “Aaya Naya Ujaala, Chaar Boondon Wala” is very misleading. I was around 8 years old. I thought I’d try washing my school socks with it and give Mom a surprise. I put the socks in a mug, quarter filled with water and put 4 drops of Ujaala in it, and the sock remained blue for the rest of its life. They should tell people that it is 4 drops in a bucket full of water. How was I to know that at the young, innocent age of 8?

Inspiration of this post: Juhi Agarwal, who just HAD to drink Sugarcane Juice yesterday, even though we were getting late for our dance event, and we reminisced about just how much fun it was to call the ice-cream wallahs each time we saw them.

I Talk A Lot

Was feeling bored, so was reading through some stuff I wrote or tweeted. Here is a list of some of my originals [;)] and some that should be in this list are already on my blog so didn’t add them here.

©      The difference between a feminist and a lesbian is that a feminist accepts that for some things, guys work just fine.

©      Sometimes life gives you lemons, well take them! You never know, they might just become the next "onions"!

©      Opportunities are meant to be seized not counted. (During a game of carom, talking about no of near misses Vs no of shots)

©      Work. If only there was less of it. Actually there was, a long time ago, I just thought procrastination was fun then. It still is though.

©      Earlier when I got bored, I watched ZeeCinema, now I update my blog. Chalo standard badh raha hai. 

©      You know what is better than having no work at all? Finishing it and then having no work at all.

©      Guy (shocked since I am a girl): You know Maths? Me: I'm majoring in Computer Science and Engineering, I can prove 101<10. Do you even know what a number system is?

©      When you look back, you miss the truck heading your way. When you don't, you are stupid enough to think the truck will move to one side. Me? I don’t really care what you do.

©      Since my speaking abilities supersede most people’s comprehensive abilities, I tweet and blog so that you can comprehend at your own pace.

©      What goes around comes around if it moves relatively faster than you if you are moving or if you are not moving at all! So if you don’t want it to come back to you, Run or if you are smart, just step aside!

©      If work were an animal, it'd probably be a rabbit. They multiply at the same rate.

©      If you don't like me, Say It. Even stupid people are entitled to their opinions. Also, admitting your mistakes is half the battle won.

©      Also, what is it with "Advanced Happy Birthday"...what? Can't you people wait just for 1 more day if you've waited for 364 days? Weird.

©      Just realised that u cannot see humility if there isn't appreciation, so if people want me to learn humility they should learn to compliment first.

©      Rule: You either know something or you don't. Exception: When giving a viva/interview.

©      Do like to believe in God, Religion is just unnecessary load we've been carrying for yrs.

©      Lessons are always better when imbibed, not taught.

©      I like using ctrl+x more than ctrl+c, at least when stuff vanishes I can make out something happened, else I keep thinking whether I did d copying right or not.

©      Sarcastic insults are the best kind, if the person gets it, well and good, otherwise he/she just makes it worse for him/herself.

©      Every time I read Calvin and Hobbes, I realise Calvin is my soul-mate, but in his awesome words..."Reality continues to ruin my life."

©      What is with the "I-have-seen-you-somewhere" obsession men have? How do they expect us to respond to that? "Wow, let’s celebrate my visibility!"?

©      Figured that staring at your fb/twitter homepage is the social networking version of "staring at a wall". So that you are not just vella n bored, but online too!

©      Souveek: Kuch toh sharam kar (about my narcissism) Me: Arre honesty naam ki bhi ek cheez hai, jo modesty se badi hai!

©      Spent the day reading about paradoxes, all I can say is that now, at the end of it, I am a deeply confused soul.

©      Was reading about the Grandfather’s Paradox, “Suppose a person did go back in time, kill his grandfather n remain alive, wud he b given the Nobel prize or convicted?”

©      Guess should be off to do some work now. Hey... Just realised that we "do" our work. Haha, as in "screw our work"?

©      The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief-Shakespeare. The robbed that strikes back, gets the stuff back and the thief knocked out!

©      Woman: Still a little girl who likes to laugh, to dream, feels horrible when hurt. Difference: She's learnt 2 kick your pathetic ass while growing up.

©      To "be the change" we must bridge the gap between what we are and what we can be, as individuals and as a country

©      The irony in life is that absence of some(thing/one) usually has more presence than presence itself.

©      Life is a gift we spend half our existence trying to unwrap and figure out.

©      Sarcasm: One’s natural defense against stupidity, melodrama and ignorance.

©      I like to insult in a personalized way, much more thorough, effective and way more fun. Swearing is reserved for those whose vocabulary is limited to it.

©      To be what we want to be, we have to stop being what we don't want to be.

©      During ragging, a senior: "You are very beautiful", me: "Toh?" He looked at me, and went away. Was I supposed to blush and smile, am i Madhubala?

©      Was sitting in my canteen when a guy messaged me, "I can see you". Creep. I replied, "Congrats, I am glad I can't say the same about you."

©      Does it matter whether you verify either? Think about it, assuming the latter is true, it'll reflect poorly on your comprehensive abilities. (In reply to a random guy who said that he believes that I am beautiful, but was doubtful about my intelligence.)

©      Sometimes I just stare at the wall and not even think. Duh, wouldn't thinking make me more miserable about it?

©      You win some, you lose some. I win all, I lose none.

©      "Chivalry" is murdered when the "Chivalrous" claim they were being so.

©      Q:"Think twice before u leap" What if you are stupid and you need more than twice, what if u were right the first time, or what if you miss the chance while thinking?

A: Think, only if you are as smart as me, otherwise just wear a helmet/knee caps (depending where your brain is, if at all present) and leap!

©      Little voice: Things happen. Get over it. Me: Why me? Little Voice: Coz something else happened to someone else. Me: You're Mean.

©      Me: My little voice in the head not only talks but even tweets.... cOoL. Little Voice: Stop acting silly, go to sleep. Me: Okay, Gnite :)

©      My thinking is kind of solenoidal, it usually lacks a source or sink...

©      What if, in my next life, I chance upon my own blog? That'd be pretty cool. I think.

©      “Gulabi Aankhen Jo Teri Dekhi", was the heroine an albino, they have pink/red-ish eyes right? "Sharabi ye dil ho gaya" high alcohol content in blood?

©      “Give me some sunshine, give me some rain; Give me another chance I want to grow up once again.” The guy wants to grow up via the process of photosynthesis? He forgot chlorophyll though.

©      I've realised that if you take up science, screw your entire life but study in +2, coz if you don’t then your life doesn't even remain worth screwing!

©      I don’t want perfection, I don’t want the glory. Just life as I dreamt, The dream that I loved.

©      Decent Looking Guy: "Jisko dekhke yeh na lage ki yeh uss mistri ki tarah dikhta hai jo kal tum par line maarne ki koshish kar raha tha."

©      If a person is Indian and studying Abstract Algebra, chances of him/her studying (engineering>>math honours)

©      Speak Up For What You Believe In, but, Shut Up While I Am Speaking. 

©      I was told by a friend today, "Gyaan deti hai toh above the head and maarti hai toh below the belt.." This is a compliment, right?

©      If you do not love yourself, why the hell would anyone else? Love Thyself, Before Thy Neighbour

©      Literacy is knowing how to sign, Education is knowing when and where to.

At the end of it, I can just say: I talk a lot.