She stands a mere five feet one inch (although she will argue that it's one and a half inch). And it's five feet one inch of all that is awesome. No, I'm not talking about me, I'm not that narcissistic. (alright, fine, I am)
She's the personification of no-nonsense. She's the most arrogant person you will EVER come across. If you have an argument about something, it's going to have to be you to make amends. She will make sure you see things her way. She is never afraid to say no to anything, or anyone, one thing a failed to pick up from her. She is loud, she's proud, she's perfect. She's.. my mother!
She is the most adorable thing you will ever meet. She will love you unconditionally. She will trust you without question, up until the moment you break that trust. She will give you all the freedom in the world to go for what you want. She will never question your decisions, always giving you a chance to do whatever you want, yet she will never hesitate to call you out when she thinks you're doing something wrong. She would totally die for people she loves. She will jump with joy when she manages to access her email all by herself! She is THE only person who can calm me down when I'm hyperventilating. She is the one person who knows me in and out, knows when something is bothering me even when I don't know it myself. She makes the most amazing karela in the world! She's super sensitive, though she'd rather die than admit it (I guess thats where I get it from). She's the one person I can confide in with just about anything! She's simple, yet graceful. She's plain, but beautiful, and she's the strongest woman I know. She's the reason I'm me.
This one's for you mum. I know I don't say it enough, but I love you. I wish someday I atleast amount to half the woman she is.
In the last month, I've left home thrice. The first time, it was awesome, I left home to go HOME, Bangalore. Then it started getting sad. Leaving Bangalore, and now leaving LA. I'm a little sick of it and very very miffed. Please send me back to LA. And eventually Bangalore!!
I left Bangalore and in my head, completed the Bangalore chapter. My parents were moving to Delhi, and I had little hope of returning to the city in the near future. I left. And tried hard to de-Bangalore myself. For a year, I stayed away. Fewer phone calls, stayed in my newly proclaimed home for Christmas etc. And somewhere I thought, I could do this, this is working.
Then two weeks back, I decided an impromptu, extremely spur-of-the-moment trip back home.
I had a plan. A plan to work in LA for, say, five or six years, gain some experience and head home when I felt I was ready. But after the previous year, I wasn't really sure what home was (there was NO way in hell I could call Delhi home). So I extended the tenure of the aforementioned plan.
Then, I stepped out of the flight into the Bangalore International Airport. And it hit me. F#$@ the plan. The end plan is to stay happy. And happiness and Bangalore go side by side. My city is filthy. The traffic is unbearable. The METRO will never be complete. There are wayyy too many people. The pollution will probably kill you. If that doesn't, then petrol prices and auto fares will definitely give you blood pressure.
But. It's. Home. It's familiar. And it's beautiful. And you will never be truly happy if you're away from the city.
So as of now, my plan needs serious change. I'm back in LA, jet lagged and vey miffed. But there's definite clarity. I'll be back. Very soon. You can't keep me away. You could try but you'd just fail. Epicly fail.
So, I've decided the best thing about life is the uncertainty of it all. Don't get me wrong, it is pretty awesome, when the Big Guy decides to let you in on some part of his plan for you, but even more awesome, when he decides life should sweep you off your feet, in the most amazing ways. I like how He let's you think you've got it all figured out and then boom! decides that you need that detour and then those two other detours and then that freeway exit which puts you on the track He's laid out for you all along. And then, just when you're beginning to think, 'wow this is it!' or even 'oh crap, is this it?, He steps in again, and it's roller coaster time all over again!
I'm a pretty big Potter fan, I'm not saying huge but I love the series. I was really excited when they announced that they would be making movie adaptations of the series, but the first movie was quite a letdown. Change in facts, change in story, skipping several extremely important scenes. Well, the movie wasn't at all bad, but when you've read the book many many times, and sort of know it by heart, watching a movie with some scenes cut off almost seems unforgivable.
Even then, I faithfully watched movie after movie, through books two to seven-part A, each time more disappointed than before. And after reading book 7, I was certain there was no way a movie could screw up an ending already completely screwed up by Mme. Rowling. I mean, COME ON, going to the light, coming back to life (yes, I did just say that!), AND the whole 19 years later bit, I could've written a better ending! Regardless, part one came out, and I watched it, and needless to say, it was very average (story-wise), though I loved the 2D animation done for the Beedle the Bard bit.
So when the trailers for the end came out, I watched it very half heartedly, and very surprisingly found them very interesting. It looked pretty brilliantly actually. And this has been the first HP movie I've been excited for ever since the first one. So today, I went and watched the movie. And. I. Loved. It!
From Neville (who's gotten hot btw!) to Hermione and Aberforth to Lupin, it was all done brilliantly. The story, was ofcourse changed a little, but the effects and all the stuff going on completely covered it up. (I was a little peeved at the change in the Ron-Hermione kiss situation, however! I mean, you have to bring in house-elves there, it's the rule!) Sure, the movie could've had a lot more of Mr. Hottie, Tom Felton (one of the main reasons I watched the movie!), JK could've easily written him into a lot of more scenes, but really, the movie was actually pretty good. And, I actually cried a little, I mean it is the END of the Harry Potter. No more Ron, no more Draco, NO MORE FRED! It all left me a little funny and sad.
I think I'm beginning to digress. Please do watch the movie, it's pretty amazing. It is a bit long but you'll get your money's worth. Oh, and please don't butter your popcorn up too much though, you WILL feel sick later on.
For the last few weeks, I've been brainstorming to figure out how to go around asking my extremely cute, extremely shirtless neighbour for 'sugar'. Yes, being unemployed does that to you, look at completely irrelevant ways to spend your time, and apparently being a cliched mastermind is one of them.
Anyhoo, guess what, I actually did run out of sugar this morning, when he's probably at work or something.
Today shall henceforth be the yardstick against which all slightly crazy days will be measured. I am currently stranded, well, actually I think that's too strong a term, I'm currently stuck in the San Francisco airport. It's 11.50 pm. And my flight just came in from Vegas. Its been delayed for the last two hours now. I have had no breakfast, no lunch, no dinner, just a cosmo and some mozzarella sticks. To top that, my flight was delayed when I flew out of LA this morning. By three hours, hence the no lunch. And then I had a three hour interview. On an apple. I'm surprised I didn't start hallucinating about food during the interview. Stay tuned to find out if I reached LA on part two of this post.
Wow today has not been a good day. For starters, I had too much coffee (yes, there is such a thing), and have been obsessing over things that don't really matter but actually do but actually don't but actually do, you get my drift.
So I decided to take a break from the aforementioned obsessing, and look at my (sort of) journal. I say sort of because I'm too lazy to actually write a journal, and it's not actually a journal, just a book I decide to update with my whereabouts, what-I-do-abouts, what-I'm-upto-abouts, who/what-I-like-abouts, once or twice a year. Just to keep myself updated with what I was upto, say 10 years back (which is surprising because I actually started writing this when I was 15, NEARLY 9 years!).
Wow I'm pretty embarrassed with my younger, uncool self right about now.
SO, if you decide to read on, you'll know perfection and supreme awesomeness weren't actually inherent, but acquired, and eventually replaced complete and utter lameness.
In the 10th grade:
- I've actually listed my favourite 'musicians' as, among others, JLo (yes, the horror!), Nick Carter and Pavarotti (here I'm pretty sure he was part of a 'We are the World' song I'd heard, because I have never been an opera person!).
- My favourite authors included Francine Pascal. Go Sweet Valley High!
- I hated a Ms. Rodriguez, Ms. Caroline, Ms. Ivy, very very VERY mean high school teachers.
- And listed among my favourite movies, is actually a screenplay, my friends, K, A & me wrote (a murder mystery, if you should know), which we called ASK, from our first names. Innovative, right?
I skip to the year my dad gave me his cell phone.
- ASK is STILL in my list of favourite movies. Yeeesh!
- My taste in music has bettered considerably, with the inclusion of RHCP, Nirvana and Linkin Park, and John Mayer made an entrance.
- The list of teachers I hated has gotten wayyy longer.
- I think this was the year I'd fought with my 'rakhi brother', because I've mentioned something vague about it.
We move onto the year I made THE lamest email address in the world (which I will refrain from metioning, for my own self respect).
- New cell phone number. Third or fourth cell phone.
- I think this was the year I joined college, because I remember having spotted a cute senior and since I didn't know his name, there's a line in this particular entry which says I don't know my crush's name. (proceeds to jump off cliff!)
- My music taste has gotten infinitely better. Yeah this is definitely first year of college, because under music I like, are all the songs that my band covered. I was in a band and stuff, ain't I the shit!? Lol.
Wow, I'm pretty embarrassed with myself right now. I would love to go on and read (and blog about) some more but I think I'm going to now retire to the rock I will be spending the next five years under.
And this! I'm sorry, the 10th grader in me just couldn't resist!
- I love that blogger has no limit on the number of characters in the post title.
- I HATE walking behind a person. No I don't mean this metaphorically. That too, but while walking with someone I hate walking behind them.
- I hate doing laundry with a vengeance.
- I love the smell of new cars and new leather shoes.
- I used to be an optimist. Now I'm a don't-give-a-fuck-ist. I should write a dictionary.
- You don't want me around before a wedding because instead of asking you to chill and say everything's going to be alright, I'll be the one saying, if you want out, go for it, I'll cover up for you. PS - I love weddings, and cry everytime I see a wedding episode of any show on TV.
- I am a horrible listener. You might think I'm listening and caring, but in reality, what I'm doing is not-giving-a-fuck.
- Inspite of the above, I'm actually pretty nice if I like you, and worth sticking around for.
- I love the fact that my neighbor always decides to not wear a shirt.
- I love Milo Ventimiglia. We're actually soulmates. He just doesn't know it yet.
- I hate the word soulmate. barf.
- I miss my room I miss my room I miss my room!
- Multiple the word horrible by 1000. That's how bad my luck is when it comes to gambling.
- coke. drool. slurp.
- I sleep really early and it is wayyyy past my bedtime. That's it, folks, nighty night!
I'm 24 and 4 months. So's my cousin, well, actually she's 24 and three. Which makes her a month younger. And guess what she did on the morning of 7th July? She went and got married. Yes, I kid you not. She. Got. Married. Did I mention she's just 24?
Yeah, some of you must be going, 24? That's not just 24, that's old enough. You guys need to come out and smell the generation gap.
But seriously, 24. I just finished school. I haven't even gotten started with the life bit yet. I'm single, unemployed and freaked out about where the hell I'm headed. But the one thing I am sure about is that there's no way I'm ready to get married. Any time soon.
If men could fly, and Rosie Huntington-Whiteley's very white sweater NEVER got dirty and you've looked at your watch for the hundredth time in an hour, you know you're watching the new Transformers flick.
The (extremely convoluted) plot (in bulets!):
- transformer ship with trapped wounded Autobot, found on moon, when Neil, yes-the Armstrong! and his buds landed, which was kept hushed.
- unemployed Sam Witwicky, living with way-out-of-his-league, not to mention extremely annoying girlfriend, Carly.
- Optimus figures out the moon secret, gets old wounded Autobot, Sentinel, back to the earth, and heals him with the matrix.
- The Sentinel dude is secretly bad and goes beserk trying to get rid of Autobots so he and Megatron can rebuild Cybertron.
- attempts to transport cybertron to earth so human slaves can rebuild it.
- Decepticons vs. Autobots. Autobots win.
Now, did that really need two and a half hours to portray?
I have very contradicting conversations with myself nowadays. In some ways it's like I'm doing everything I possibly can, and sometimes I feel, it's all severely lacking. One thing I know is that I'm not your typical try-try-and-you-will-succeed kind of a person. I've always been the get-what-you-want-because-you-deserve-it person. I honestly don't know how much longer I can keep this going.
You know what I like most about LA? The colors. The blues and the greens are so intense, it's trippy almost. On a clear day, the color sky blue is redefined. And during sunsets, you can just see so many blues in the sky, it's overwhelming! And even the greens... are just. so. green! I feel like sharing, so here you go.
outside my building.
near Malibu (this one's my favourite.)
outside the library. my current favourite study spot.
These aren't from Los Angeles, but I'm really proud of these pictures.
I hope this doesn't turn out to be as whiny as it seems in my head.
The leave of absence was longer than expected. I've been busy, not-so-busy and a lot in between.
Fine, since you asked nicely, the updates: - graduated. Double degree'd. And thank you!
- completed an amazing internship at DreamWorks. Yes, I DO KNOW! And with the most amazing set of bosses ever.
- tattoo'd! YES.
- one amazing week in New York, complete with the Met, a Broadway musical and family. New York is currently on my would-not-mind-working-inspite-of-the-snow city! WOW, what a city!
- and.. currently unemployed.
OK, I just changed my mind, there shall be no whining in this post.
The last four months of my life have literally been perfect. And I wouldn't change anything! Look where I've come, from always wanting a flight ticket back home to not changing anything. Aren't you proud of me!? I'll never forget the feeling I had at the end of my first day at work. I was waiting for my roommate to pick me up. I sat on a bench nursing my foot, those blasted formal shoes. I sat there and it dawned on me. I had, at that moment, exactly what I wanted. And I was happy. And I felt that way, each and every single day I was there. (Well, the days I decided not to overthink, that is) Faith reaffirmed etc.
Which makes now, kind of unbearable. The in-between-ness. (Wow, I just double hyphenated) The invading thoughts that push me to just try getting any job, rather than THE job. The feelings of just 'bleaargh', you know.
But a wise person once told me, you don't want it bad enough if you give up. So here's to sucking it up, and just keeping an erase button at the end of each day. And. just. believing!
I got his broad feet. Which I continually complain about. And from him I got my (lack-of) vision.
But, from him, I got my strength. To go for whatever I want.
My confidence. Knowing that nothing is above me and I can get anything I want.
His crossword skills. A cause for many early morning trifles.
His never-say-die attitude. The reason I'm me.
His workaholism. I can definitely feel it in its early stages.
His temper. Oh yeah, definitely his temper.
And it's only because of him I AM where I am.
Him believing in me.
Him letting me believe my two cents matter.
His amazing personality(definitely not there yet). I wish someday I atleast amount to half of what he is.
Him making sure nothing ever happened to me or A, and that we had the best of everything.
Him being there whenever I was in any sort of trouble and getting me out of it. Even though he'd be the first to kick my ass about it afterwards.
Him never letting us take anything for granted, or believing we were above anyone.
Him pushing me to go for bigger and better things in his own little ways. Like not signing my report card when I didn't do well. Thanks to that, I didn't bring home too many bad report cards.
Him bearing with my impatience, stupidity, irresponsibility, stubbornness and adamancy.
Him being the wonderful kick-ass father he's always been.
Here's to you, dad. We've had and will always have our if's and but's. And I'm sure we'll continue to have those situations at home with ma and A which really make me question why we didn't join a circus. But you kept us sane, we're all still normal(in the very broad sense of the term). And we're happy. We're definitely happy. So thanks, dad. I love you.
So for those of you who were wondering what that wave of awesomeness was that hit you on the 3rd day of March, I suggest you get out of that rock you've been living under. Because you don't wonder. You know. And you give credit to the person who is the source of all awesomeness in your life.
After my self obsessed stint on this blog, I've decided to go back to being the good samaritan y'all love.
Easy A - Please do watch. Story of a good girl pretending to have gone bad and how her life goes down down downhill from there. Emma Stone is a brilliant actress and I went back to looking at Penn Badgley as his previous pre-Gossip-Girl-days self.
Black Swan - I'm still a little confused as to how I feel about this movie. What is a certainty is that Natalie Portman REALLY needed to get some. According to me, (and I hope I don't get killed by the fans), Mila Kunis was sort of wasted and the movie was very so-so. The last fifteen minutes was very spectacularly filmed, though.
Tangled - Watch watch watch! Modern day Rapunzel story with the cutest male lead (coming second only to Aladdin. I don't know how Disney always manages to come up with the most gorgeous Prince Charmings! *sigh*) and very beautifully animated.
The Notebook - FINALLY watched it and LOVED it. Ryan Gosling is my new favourite actor. (Him being absolutely gorgeous also adds to that!) A little long but altogether a nice story and decent performances.
Lars and the Real Girl - Very cryptic movie. I watched it mainly to satisfy my new-found Ryan Gosling obsession. Its a movie about a mentally ill man who falls in love with an 'anatomically correct' doll. (Don't ask me, the term actually exists!). I liked it, but I don't think it's everybody's cup of tea.
Little Fockers - Oh watch. Definitely do watch. It's a little dragged and cliched and you really want to smack Jessica Alba on her face at the end of it, but it's actually funny (which I really didn't think it'd be).
Blue Valentine - I. Honestly. Don't. Know.
The music (discovered, REdiscovered):
If you were here - Carey Brothers.
Naked as we came - Iron and Wine.
Don't you forget about me - Simple minds (Forgive me, I went on an 80s music spree)
Graduation Song - Chris Issak.
As you can see, I've been spending my time rather constructively over the last few weeks. Actually, I did manage to make a trip to Vegas and Boston over my break. And boy, were they totally worth it. Vegas was a completely impulsive completely worth trip. And Boston, left. me. speechless. It's ABSOLUTELY gorgeous and snow is my new favouritest thing in the world!
And ofcourse there has to be a new year post, this blog is very predictable like that.
The year 2010, like the one before that, and the one before that was a roller-coaster. But it's over. And that's what matters. There's no looking at the past or any contemplation or anything of that sort. Whatever happened, happened and whatever didn't, didn't. And that's that. There's the future and looking forward to it and kicking ass at whatever comes by. January is about the new year, new beginnings, new everythings. The yet-to-come predictabilities, the yet-to-come uncertainties, the yet-to-come spontaneities, the yet-to-be broken resolutions, the ones that'll stick, the yet-to-come year. The time to forget the bad or so-so year, and believe that the new year is going to be fantastic, or the time to decide how the new year is going to kick last year's ass. I had a fantastic 2010. Sure, it had it's short-comings, but if life were perfect and rosy all the time, where does betterment come in, yes? Sure, I wish a lot more things went the way I would've ideally liked them to, but hey, what's 2011 for? EXACTLY for that. For betterment, for them new beginnings, new decisions, for yourself, for others, for the extraordinary,for excellence, for awesomeness.
Happy New Year, you guys! Let not the rubbishness of last year get in the way of this one, or the awesomeness of last year outshine this one. Make a resolution that this year will be your best one yet, and make that happen. 2011's going to be a year to remember.