So I've realized that the TV character whose personality I resemble the most is JD, from Scrubs. I have this amazing talent of screwing things up for myself. And then screwing it up even more when I try to fix things. Which is why I don't fix things sometimes, in the process, screwing it up massively. And let's not even go to the self-sabotage part of it all. I'm my best friend and, unfortunately, my worst enemy, as well. JD's daydreams are like the psycho-analysis sessions I sometimes have in my head. And then there's the talking to oneself. I don't care if you think that's weird, but the best conversations are the ones you have with yourself. I mean, you ALWAYS hear what you want to hear!



*sigh*

Either I need help or a TV character personality change.

Dear Santa,

Me wants to modify previous wishlist. So, if you permit, here we are, new and improvised:

- The A's.
- two similar named, totally unrelated things, both of which will make me incredibly happy!
- the job.

In return, I'll be the completely adorable darling I've always been!

Thanks in advance!

*edited to add

- this

War is over

It is wait-for-it, December again! And to prove my predictability, here's my annual December-is-the-second-best-month-of-the-year post. The hap-happiest time of the year (after of-course March 3rd, which is the most awesome-st (notice wrong use of grammar) time of the year!). A couple of things, in my list that make December awesome:

- this and this.
- end of sem.
- thanksgiving shopping delivered! LOTS of winter clothes.
- christmas shopping starts!
- holidays!
- exclamation marks!
- CHRISTMAS.
- This guy, and Christmas gifts!
- My parents do 25 years of marriage this year in December (God knows how people manage that!)
- My big fat paychecks this month, considering I get to work 40 hours this month! God, I love Shoah!
- The fact that I'm going to be in LA for Christmas, and not back home in Bangalore, leaves me a little miffed, but there's gotta be a first for everything, right. Plus we might get a treeeee! And I don't want to go to Delhi, which is where my parents now live.
- the next post! I tell you, last December, I saw John Mayer live and this December was like a whole new list altogether. George Lucas, Hans Zimmer, Craig Ferguson. And Jeffrey Katzenberg! God, I really do love Shoah.

I'm still too out-of-breath about last evening so I'm going to leave y'all with this. Happy December, you guys! :) And to all, good night!

So what do you say to the most powerful man in Hollywood when you want to take a picture with him?

This is what I do:

- Volunteer for the event.
- Get a few drinks. VERY IMPORTANT STEP.
- Make sure the security is far far far away from him.
- Finish those drinks.
- Hide your name tag so people don't recognise you.
- Be small enough so people don't see you.
- Go up to him and say, 'Mr. Speilberg, could I get a picture? I work at _blank_ and I'm a HUGE fan!'
- Wait for him to say, 'Oh that's great. Sure', then smile for the camera.
- Pass out. (well, almost!).

Best. Day. Ever.

On a related note, here's the best way to get a picture with a celebrity. Ask me now, I'm an expert.

- Again, volunteer for the event.
- Wait for dinner to be served.
- Wait for celebrity to leave ballroom to use the restroom.
- Run out of ballroom.
- catch celebrity on his way back, and say, 'Could I get a picture, I'm a HUGE fan!'
- wait for him to say, 'sure', take a picture and also, 'NICE TO MEET YOU'!
- then, again, pass out.

For those of you who don't recognise him, that's Ty Burrell, who plays Phil Dunphy on Modern Family. Next to him is yours truly.

This is chapter 2 in my book of optimism.
You may now begin with the profanities.

Affirmation (reprise?)

If you ask me, I'd say I'm a pretty decisive person. There are times when I turn to others for advice, but at the end of it all, when I look back, I'd pretty much made my decision on day one. Even if along the decision making process, my choice changes, it always manages to change back to what I first decided. I might seem horrible indecisive owing to this, but I guess I'm pretty determined like that.

I normally don't care. I love gossip and all, and I love to know everything, but if it's about something I couldn't care about, it usually doesn't stick. But if I did happen to give a damn, I'd give much more than an arm and a leg to make things right. And that's a fact.

As corny as it may sound, I believe in happy endings. With respect to anything. Love, life, hope. Especially love. And especially life. I pretty much live in a bubble, and God help you if you try to get me to step out of it.

Money can't buy me love but it can but me a whole load of other things!

When I say sorry or thanks, I really mean it. I'm one of those who doesn't live by throwing these words just to make things ok. Sometimes I don't even say sorry when I really should. But when I do, I really mean it.

Love makes the world go round. Maybe it does, but then, so does music.

Karma. Does. Exist. Case and point: life. If you don't believe me, spend five minutes on some psychoanalysis. Now tell me I'm wrong.

EVERYTHING happens for a reason. I totally believe in the Big Guy up there and that he and his guardian angels are working their asses off on each one of us. EVEN if you don't believe that.

This post comes straight from the heart. It's one of the few rare times when I admit I do have a heart, but really, it does.

You may now go back to your lives.

My Christmas wishlist is going to be coming a little early this year.

Dear Santa,

I've been (sorta) good this year. Here's what I really need:

- 2 huge-ass submission related miracles.
- one solid job offer (NOT web dev related) when I graduate.
- an internship next sem.



That's it.
Now, really, that aint too much, is it?

Title (and registration?)

The time has come, I decided today, to the enlighten the world(or the (in)significant part of it, that does spend its time super constructively and adds meaning to his/her life by reading this blog. Has the parenthesis content now become so long you forget the original purpose of the sentence? That was the intention. Myuahaha. Ok I digress) with a new post.

As usual, I have nothing special to report, owing to me being a grad student and having no time(read - life) and in addition to that, being socially retarded (Yes, Rammy, I fail you yet again). I would, however like to inform those of you that care, that I have a new on-campus job. Which pays me well. And why I'm excited about this when people are actually getting hired full-time or for internships is something even I don't understand. Maybe I should go for that how-well-DO-you-know-yourself workshop..

Anyhoo, moving on to how you guys could really help me out. I have (another) 1 minute music video I'm supposed to make. And it should be animated. I've thought of a couple of songs and I could do with more suggestions because right now my head is filled only with songs from my playlist and I'm probably not considering some really awesome numbers. Think happy!

Now for the self-involved special:

- My hair is short again, and me-likes! (I have also gone from looking 17 to looking 12. It's sort of OK, because I behave like a twelve year old anyway!)
- My roommate bought me a eye-liner kit from NY, and now I can paint my eyes a different color everyday, if I had the aforementioned time.
- Obama came to USC and I missed it because I was making the awesome-st movie of all times. (Will provide link soon)
- Daylight saving is screwing with my head!
- Why cant Castle and Beckett get together already!?
- Nope, no job. Or internship. Thanks for asking.
- Me dressed up as a pseudo-pirate for Halloween. 'Twas fun!
- Happy belated Diwali, folks!
- Again, in dire need of miracles this month. I hope the big Guy up there's listening. And while you're at that, could you please do something about the weather as well? It's getting toooo cold!

So, what've you been upto?

Yesterday I watched The Social Network. I also realized being an asshole totally works. And I actually have new found respect for Mark Zuckerberg. And my dislike for Justin Timberlake continues to grow infinitely.







Watch the movie if you haven't already.

I now present to you the works of an extremely amateur flipbooker. Bear in mind, very amateur. And very different idea when it was actually being flipped.

Enjoy!

It changes everything for me. Everyday. All I have to do is wake up and put on my earphones. And hit play. And everything changes.

I live music. I literally eat, drink and breathe it. It's pretty much my crack. I have my headphones on right now. I have it on for most of the day. Some nights even, when I sleep. And especially when I'm studying. The only time I'm not on music is probably when I'm in class. Or work. Or on the phone. You get the picture.

I grew up listening to a lot of good music. My dad was greatly instrumental in music playing the role it does in my life. He's always been a huge fan of the Beatles, the Doors, Floyd, Deep Purple. So I grew up listening to a lot of their stuff(and Abba, but let's not get into that.) Admittedly, I did not warm up to the Doors until many years later. And there was five years of classical training which every girl in South India probably goes through. And then came the transition into the (ugh!) boyband phase. Fortunately(or unfortunately) that got over pretty quick.

The first rock album I owned was Hybrid Theory - Linkin Park. (Honestly, I don't remember the last time I listened to a Linkin Park song, now.) And from then on, it's been a rollercoaster. There's been a little mix and match between the alternative, classic and progressive genres but it's all good. It was pretty revolutionary. I got back to the Beatles and the Doors and the Eagles and this time I listened. Music made me learn what listening actually meant. I've never really been the best listener, but in this case, wow did I listen. And fell in love. With all of it. From Roger Waters to Keith Moon. From Dave Matthews to Hendrix. From John Mayer to Jim Morisson.

Music does strange things to me. At all levels. If I need to get to a happy place, I just pop on Folk you (Junkyard Groove) or Are you gonna be my girl (Jet). If I need to get to a BETTER place, there's Fix You (Coldplay) or Don't Cry (GnR). If there's a time when I feel the need to get my head all messed up, all I have to do is play a Radiohead song. Music turns me on when I listen to Shine on you Crazy Diamond (Pink Floyd) or Teardrop (Massive Attack) or No Surprises (Radiohead). If I need to feel high, there's Free Fallin' (John Mayer). I've been listening to this song someone recommended, Dayvan Cowboy (Boards of Canada). And I'm totally feeling that funny feeling in my stomach. The one I usually feel when everything feels totally complete. I get that satisfying feeling that everything will work out and everything's going to be alright. Music pretty much feeds my optimism. It makes me believe. Believe in me, believe in you, believe in a higher power. Music, in a weird way, helps me concentrate. I sleep better, I think clearer, I even study better. As a kid I used to listen to music which was comparitively fast paced, when I used to work out Math problems. Guess who always finished before time.

Music is a huge part of me. It's been the biggest influence in my life. And my biggest ambition is to one day make a record with John Mayer (If you haven't noticed already, I'm in love with him!). I don't play any instruments (not for lack of trying), except for the C, G, D chords on the guitar. I guess my hands weren't skillful enough. I've always envied musicians on instruments. Especially the sax. I've always wanted to be into jazz, but can never steer off rock. You know the feeling, there are two equally awesome things and you just don't feel like splitting your time between the two of them.


Music makes me understand. Music makes me feel. Music makes me sing, music makes me dance, music makes me fly. Music makes me fall in love again. Music makes me reach out. Music helps me believe in a better tomorrow. Music makes me laugh and smile.


Music makes me, me.