Let's start off with a poll of sorts.
What do you guys think of a nose piercing? I'm into the whole retro-hippie look right now and was thinking of getting one. I want purple hair ends too, but that'll have to wait because of my slightly paranoid mum. She's a little funny, piercings and tattoos, she won't mind much, but hair colour, OH THE HORROR!

Now, I realize very few of you know what I look like and won't really know how a nose piercing will look on me. OK, so, your take on a nose piercing on anyone, then.


We have good news. Tuesday onwards(my Tuesday, your Wednesday), my posts will come to you from a Macbook Pro. I finally ordered one and that means, if I lose my mind post-tuesday, there are high chances some of you might come across the debris of my old laptop. Why? Because I can (Haha I love saying that!).

I have exams coming up, so I can use all the luck I can get, you guys. Also, finally, on public demand (actually, not. :P), here's the video I've been working on for a class project. Critique please?



Hah, very obviously, 'the one who saved the day' is me, so since you know what I look like now, nose piercing poll, please!

OK, fine, I'm clearly not anonymous anymore.
Whatever.
(Should've thought this through.)

Brand New Day

It's been nearly a month since 2010 began.

Thirty days ago, I was telling my friends how 2010 is going to be fantabulous.
Thirty days ago, I was also going on about how we're meant for greatness and how only good things are in store for us.
Thirty days ago, I was happy high, more happy than high.
Thirty days ago, I wanted to make time freeze and remain January 1st forever (or atleast for a couple of days).
Thirty days ago, I was sure I was going for the John Mayer concert in March (I still can, provided I get a job. So please pray that I do).
Thirty days ago, I decided that nice things will definitely happen to you if you take the effort to be nice to people (I'm still trying to do that, fyi).
Thirty days ago, I also decided that this was going to be the beginning and that our lives were completely going to turn around (and being the eternal optimist that I am, it is obviously going to be in a good way!).
Thirty days ago, I knew exactly what I wanted.
(I feel so ashamed of myself because I actually tried to 'comment' out the previous line!)
Thirty days ago, I could not play foozball to save my life.

It's now thirty days after.
Clearly I'm in a contemplative sort of mood.

It's thirty days later now,
...and above still holds.

*Major PMS alert*


So I woke up this morning feeling as shitty as humanly possible. Its been a shitty set of days in LA, with some mad rains. Rains hard enough to cancel the one class I was supposed to attend this week, making me feel shitty. That, actually, worked pretty OK, because I haven't been able to keep my eyes open for the last few days. This jetlag can be quite an annoying thing.

Today was especially bad. I woke up, determined to do SOMETHING, just anything, really. I woke up early (naturally, because I'm still living by India time!), had a bath and was good to go when my mood suddenly swung. I think its post-India syndrome, but I couldn't stop feeling miserable and upset. So I took a long walk in the rain. Unfortunately my ipod decided to turn its back on me too and played the saddest songs in the history of music, good songs nevertheless. And me, I listened. Felt worse. Needless to say, the walk did not help.

As if things aren't bad enough, it seems like I've already managed to piss people off in LA. Because there are fewer conversations, fewer smiles, fewer everything. And I don't even talk that much. I honestly. for the life of me, fathom what's wrong with the world.

I think, and this is the only explanation I've come up with, it's the advent of February. The dreaded month of February. The days of misery seem to have rrived early this year! Man, I'm rambling!

I feel alone. :(

And I feel like such a sissy!

Sigh.

This is your life..

.... are you who you want to be?

This is a question, I don't ask myself too often, but do ask sometime. Its usually at the time there are no messages, no-one's online and there's nothing to do.

I have this friend S. The complicated one. She used to sing this song, 'Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, I guess I'll eat some worms..'

I have another friend Ms. Hide 'n Seek. Once a year, we all get this message from her(I don't anymore, on account that messaging me charges a bomb!). It reads, 'I'm sorry if I've hurt you and ask for your forgiveness,' or something to that extent. Its a Jain thing. And even though sorry doesn't solve everything, I think it most certainly does make an effort to do so.

I'm sorry R. For all the snide comments. I know you work extremely hard and get enough shit at work. But I've missed you toooo much to get that! And I'm not (wo)man enough to say it to your face, but I really am sorry. :(

And everyone else, whom I've met in the last week, I love you guys! I really do. I miss talking to you all and hanging out with you all all the time and if I've said anything mean to you, its totally unintentional and its because I'm totally stupid. Sorry. :(

And to all the other 'nobodies' who don't like me, here's a sorry, if I've been mean to you. Or done anything that's made you not like me, if you don't deserve it. (This is a very un-me post, but I don't know why, I feel like it.)

Sorry!


There, it's not entirely the me I want to be, but I think I'm getting there.
Guess I'm going to be a whole lot nicer this year!

Break on through to the other side!

Well this post is coming a a little early this year, I think. But a 31st December-1st January would require the routine resolution post.

It is kind of a unbelievably predictable end-of-the-year-oh-my-God-did-I-say-year-I-meant-decade-post. And I'm doing the typing at the most un-me time, 5.30 a.m. I can't sleep. I can actually hear someone walking across my corridor right now. I wonder where she's going; the campus is closed. So is the library; I would know. I should probably sleep.

Ah, well.

Act 1 scene 1

Why 2009 has been a fantastic year!

- I turned 22. Best. Age. Ever.
- Discovering Gokarna.
- And, surviving the car crash to get there!
- Discovering Udaipur.
- And of course, discovering Los Angeles. The Grove, Americana, Hollywood, everything!
- I almost forgot. Discovering, Las wait-for-it Vegas! I just realized there was no post-Vegas post. Haha post-Vegas post sounds funny!
- The piercing. I'm probably going to put up a picture in the morning. I feel like sharing!
- John Mayer. And, Battle Studies.
- Zach Braff. Man, these names are going to be repeated indefinitely on this blog!
- USC
- The end of VTU.
- Meeting Perplexed. It seems so long ago, no?
- Inglourious Basterds!
- The living alone experience. (Album coming out soon, lol.)
- Mango Showers!
- The yet-to-come seven days of Christmas!
- The roommates. :)
- John Mayer. Sigh.
- The Victoria Secrets stuff I bought. Well, after all that unavoidable-humping I received from school, I deserved a little pampering, didn't I? Well, to be honest, I don't care if you think otherwise. Its really cutesy and un-pink! Eeeeee! :)
- Leavey library. Yes. I. Said. It. And, dude.


Why the 20-something years have been an AWESOME decade.

- Above.
- Well, we got from younger (read-lame), to older, smarter, awesomer!
- Arctic Monkeys. Deathcab For Cutie. John Mayer. Audioslave. Blue Judy. This list will go on forever.
- This one will too. That 70's Show. Scrubs. Greys Anatomy. Entourage.
- The first laptop. And the first phone.
- Turning 18.
- Facebook.
- Blogger.
- The first piercing!
- The Departed!


Sorry to end this abruptly.

Act 1, Scene 2. December 24th.

A few things are the same. Like, it is still 5.30 am. And I can't sleep.

Everything else is beautiful.
I'M IN THE MOTHERLAND. I'm home home home! And I don't really know if this is jetlag or what, but I don't really care! I'm listening to the new Snow Patrol single, Just Say Yes, and very very happy!

Continuing to why 20-something was an awesome decade!

- I came home for Christmas! I suddenly understand what all those Christmas songs were trying to say!


I cannot think of anything else in that category right now, so lets move on.

Act 1 scene 3.

Why 2010 is going to be a fantabulous year!!

Well, it just is.

You know it and I know it and the entire universe knows its going to be awesome!! So lets do our part and make it totally unbelievable! Its going to take all the positive thinking and being-awesome that's in us and put it out there and see the magic unfold! (Really, what do I sound like right now!?)

Ok, I'm signing off now.

Belief

After this week:

I believe that deadlines can be met.

I believe in Ari Gold.

I believe in Dreamworks.

I believe that things happen for a reason.

I believe that women are not meant to see certain things.

I believe in Hollywood.

I believe that Modern Family is well on its way to become the new Scrubs.

I believe North Carolina might be fun.

I believe people can really come through for you, for no reason at all.

I believe that big things are about to happen.

I believe in rock and roll.

I believe in hope. And serendipity. And belief. I believe in belief.

I believe in blue!

I believe in the universe, even though I haven't read the secret.

I believe I will meet Kevin Connolly and John Mayer and Jeremy Piven.

I believe in you.

and....

I believe in the AWESOMENESS that is me.


You should, too.

Say (Stuff we hear in my house -1)

Roommate 1(A, while looking through pictures of her cute teacher): Wait wait, there's one in his bathing suit.
Me: Ooooooh!
A: Its not like that, I only respect him. *solemnly*
Me: Bwahahahahahahaha!



Me(to A): Yaaaiy I saw cute boys in our building and there are two of them! One for me and one for you!
Roommate 2(V, who btw, is seeing someone): Excuse me, what about me??
Me and A: look at V.
V: Oops, why did I say that!
Me: proceeds to tell the world!


R( as, he, walks into our house): I'm PMS-ing today!
A: Aww lets get you some feel-good chocolate!
R: OK, I'm not that much of a girl yet!


Me: I'm the nerd girl next door!
A: You're SO not the girl next door! You're the girl in the opposite house.
Me: What's that supposed to mean?
A: You remember the movie with Manisha Koirala, where she has an affair with the really young boy??
Me: WTF!!!!!????

Let the venting commence..

Remember this?

Maybe you do, maybe you don't, because that was a time in my life when I decided let it just be the blog and me. Anyway, now that you've read it, you get the gist.

Note - The tone of the 'author'/blogger is currently that of resentment. Partly against herself, partly against people she knows in her new city of residence.

I function with music. Its true, I really do. I actually do literally eat, drink, breathe, sleep music. I'm NEVER out without my Ipod. I like the music on when I'm sleeping. I sing in the shower. To sum it up in one line (which actually is impossible), music is HUUUGE for me. Like really huge. Like religion. That's right. Music is my religion.

So when I decided to come to the city where I currently reside, I thought to myself, wow! I'm going to be going for some amazing concerts here! There are going to be bands playing here EVERY week. I will finally meet John Mayer! (Which I will, for sure, but you get the drift)

Well, as it turns out, I was right. Partly. There ARE concerts here every week. There ARE shows happening every moment. Things are here and happening every second of the day!

You know the fuck up?

I'm not going for ANY of them! Why?? Not because of lack of resources, nor lack of time, but for lack of, wait-for-it, COMPANY! Yes, I kid you not. Its lack of fucking company.

So, today I get up and I receive an email that Arctic Monkeys are playing at Hollywood. Tonight! Yes! Arctic Monkeys!! I hurriedly check for tickets and find out there aren't any left. OK, this wasn't anyone's fault.

Saturday - September 19th - Porcupine Tree. Barely 2 miles from where I live. When I ask people if they want to come, they go, Porcupine what? I tell them I will give them their music, which is awesome, they go how does that make any sense. CAN YOU BELIEVE PEOPLE HAVEN'T HEARD OF PORCUPINE TREE!!? Other excuses - 'I'm saving up for Metallica.' Which btw, is AFTER FOUR EFFING MONTHS!

October 19th - Snow Patrol.

'Oh I know Snow Patrol, Chasing Cars.'
Hmm, I know, so will you come?
'Oh, I don't know, I haven't heard any other song.'

!!!!!!

SERIOUSLY. This one I've decided for, I will go alone if I have to!

This is one of the many instances where I really really REALLY miss my friends back home. I know, for a fact, that if Snow Patrol or Arctic Monkeys or Porcupine Tree were playing in India, we wouldn't miss it! Or for that matter, even if, concerts in India were a frequent thing, I KNOW, they wouldn't say, this will probably happen again, we'll go next time. No, they wouldn't! They would, in fact say, hey 'XYZ's' playing again! Lets go again! That's what they would say! Be it before an exam or anything, I know, if I were in India right now, or better still, if my friends were HERE, I wouldn't be missing Porcupine Tree or even Bryan Adams for that matter!

Gah!

If any of you back home are reading this, I love you guys, you're the best. No, seriously!

The highs, the lows, the maybe's, the damnits and the hell yeah's!

I wish I were 18.

Even though 22 has been my favourite age by far, I still can't help wanting to be 18, going back to a simpler time. Actually thinking, a simpler time would be, say 3, but that's kind of impractical. Not that this isn't, but still.

I would've done so many things differently.

For starters, I would've insisted on shifting to another city and living in a hostel, because right now I'm too spoilt and too used to home to be anywhere else. Put me in a deserted island and ask me what I'd take with me and the answer is an inflatable boat which would get me back home. Not Jude Law, not John Mayer. A boat.


I would've made an actual attempt at learning to play the guitar. I have a guitar. And. I cannot play it. Unless you count playing every song with the C, G, D chords, then yes. I am the next Hendrix. And don't say atleast you learnt that much. Its not much, not much at all.


No surprises here. I would have taken up a design course. I'm not an expert at any form of design right now, and I'm not saying that NID or NIFT would be laying out red carpets for me. But if I'd known then, that, computers aren't as cool as they're made out to be (no offense to anyone) (well actually, computers are pretty cool and I don't see myself without one, but I don't see myself sitting in front of one all the time, either), then I wouldn't have decided to go (settle) with engineering.


And, the crush I had on that 19 year old would seem anything but ick. I know. And, don't judge me. :-|


I would not have been a moody pain-in-the-ass. I was impossible back then. I got angry easily, fought with people for really stupid reasons (some of whom I'm still not speaking to) and got way too attached to people. Trust me, if you know me now, I'm much better. Yes, the mood swings used to be more frequent, longer in duration and none of them ended well. Note. I did not cry. Not then, not now. I was born with a heart of stone. I don't know how my friends were friends with me.


I would have, in capitals, bold and italics, THROWN, my cellphone off some mountain.


But now that I am 22, never lived in a hostel, an amateur at playing the guitar, an engineer (God, it still feels weird saying that), LESS moody and still with a cellphone, there are things I wouldn't dream of changing.


Staying home. Any other college's hostel would be OK. But the hostel in the college I studied in, big no-no. According to my friends, their warden was Hitler. No kidding.

Well, I didn't learn the guitar. But I can sing. Which doesn't change anything, but does make things slightly better, no? Yes.

Engineering. Ah, its a love-hate relationship, really. Hate the degree, hate the courses, hated the teachers, hated that they made us come to college on Sunday to compensate for some other suddenly-declared holiday, hated internals, hated externals, really HATED lab externals. But then, all the bunking, bitching, sleeping in classes, eating in classes, fighting for internal marks, fighting with teachers for everything, pretending to listen, doing anything but listening in class, drawing instead of taking notes, getting thrown out of class, going out after college, alcohol, that lake near college, NICE road, Dance dance Revolution. The list continues, and I'm going to mention just about everything I can remember. M's desserts, karting, being in a band, movies at Forum, Wii at R's place, sleepovers at K's place, sports day at S' place, messing up P's and B's place, and V's and D's and just about every alphabet's place, shopping for gifts, BIRTHDAYS, SURPRISES, TREATS, B.U, Gokarna, Udaipur, GOA, pulling everyone's legs, getting my legs pulled (sorry A, if you actually read this), everything! I'll miss it all, not the getting my legs pulled so much, but really I'll miss it all. And come to think about it, I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world!

Ah, that 19 year old. Someday when I'm 99 and he's 96, it'll hardly make a difference, yeah? (pathetic, pathetic)

And the moody bit. I think we can all agree (by we, I mean those of you who actually know me), I've gotten better over the 4 years. And if you expected more, screw you. You aren't perfect either. Yeah, the rude bit won't ever change, so get used to it.

As for the cellphone, prank calls and prank-messages kind of make up for it. :)




Oh. Lookie here. Turns out, I was fine all along.

Notes to self. And stuff. Read on.

I'd really like to blog about something other than studying and exams and the project. Really. Its unfair how empty and hollow my life is.

*Note - Its not as hollow as James Blunt's though. Not sooo hollow bab-aayy, not soo hollow*

There's a good chance this is going to end up as a draft.

Fine, its time for a change. Funnily, every time I decided I need a change, I get a new hair do. Unfortunately, I got one just last month and its also 11 p.m. Gaah.

OK, firstly I'm changing my display name. I'm a little bored of Ping. It sounds too hyper (which I am, BTW, and should work on, because I'm starting work soon. Did I say work? Oh my God, I'm oooooold. And going to be working! Hey wait, we're still on changing display name here. Close parentheses.). Thinking, thinking..

I need to stop thinking and STOP WITH THE OVER-ANALYZING! *needing help here* What if he thought that? What if I did this? Usually I'm a don't-give-a-damn kinda person but sometimes, I drive myself crazy. I analyze situations over and over and OVER again for every possible test case. Did I just say test case? Yes, you did. Ignore that, that was the afternoon's exam talking. Anyway, we will work on that bit, yeah? OK. Oh also, on the bit where you have pretend conversations with yourself. OK. And with others. *sheepishly* OK.

*Random question - Did you ever watch The Adventures of Pete and Pete as a kid? My download is nearly complete! Hurray for awesome unsecured wireless connections*

I just decided you also get trivia with this post. Lucky you!

I wanted to go to Bombay in my holidays and get-my-freak-on shopping. But then I remembered, I start work and that involves me wearing only formals 4 days a week. Me so sad, Sandra Oh style.

Sometimes, very rarely, I stop thinking God exists. Then I think about the 25 lives a day He's given me and I start believing again. Its true about the 25 lives. I'm extremely reckless when I cross the road. He saves me every time. My Guardian angel must seriously be working overtime up there. *knocks on wood*

Trivia time - Drew Barrymore. Bisexual. Whoa!

I think we can put in a random picture in this post, yeah?

No I am not drunk.

This was taken in Goa. At Baga. Chocolate Breakfast at Britto's. I think, if you read ~R~'s blog, you might see a similar picture. Sorry about the plagiarism, but my comp crashed and I don't have too many pictures on it now. Except those related to image segmentation. *gags*

Sigh. I miss Goa.

I can't believe I will be getting pay-checks soon. *touchwood, need to get joining date, yet*
I mean, its awesome and all, but it spells responsibility. In CAPS. Woah! Big big word. My brother, whom I don't speak to, already expects an allowance. FROM ME. And expects to move into my room in two months. So either I get the smaller room with NO attached bathroom, and NO double bed, or I move out. Man. I'm getting ultimatums from family members. What the hell!?
I've also decided to get a tattoo with my first salary. Any ideas?

Oh, I'm also going to be nicer to people. And give second chances. You don't care? Well, I don't care about YOU. Go away, now. Hey, I was only joking there! I'm going to be nice, remember?

I still haven't figured out my new name. I have a few ideas though. Help me out.
- Action League Now!
- Calabria.
- Diplo Rhythm.
- Singular Sensation.
- Penelope Pittstop.

Or if you can think of any, that'd be great.

Personally, I like Diplo Rhythm. Its a funky song and awesome to dance too. But then, so's Calabria. And Desi Girl. But that will NOT be my new name.

Trivia time again (yayyy!) - 'Joincidence' is coincidence with a J!

Actually Singular Sensation is re-heeeeaally (extend a little more like Dr. Cox) lame. What was I thinking. Ruled out.

OK, I gotta go now. Get jiggy with studying for Mobile Communications etc. There, I used get-jiggy-with and study in the same sentence. Officially time to sign out. Sigh. The Highs and Lows of one weirded-out 20-something. Go figure.

S.O.S

So, I woke up in the middle of the night; i.e now, and messaged some changes about the project code to my friend. Can you believe Linus crashed!!? No, seriously!

Anyway, so after I did. I tried catching some sleep, (I'm writing all this in past tense so its easier for me, even though all this happened as I'm typing.) but couldn't. And being the boy crazy soul that I am, I thought I'd "day"-dream myself to sleep. This is how that went:

if((i==nice hair) || (i==nice abs))...

OH MY GOD!!!

NEEDING..LIFE...IMMEDIATELY!

This is so not me! I mean, I love being a wannabe nerd and all, but I can't dream like this! This is just so uncool.

:( :( :(

Remember how in Archie comics, Archie and the boys always fall for the hot new female teacher, who always seems to be their art teacher somehow! Growing up in a girls school, I never had a "teacher crush". Nor in college.


*enter 8th semester project guide*

My project guide is just awesome! And my friends and me have this major older dude thing for him! He's well over forty, and he's the smartest dude you would've ever met! He's a scientist (how cool is that!!?) and just wow, and he scares the shit out of me!!! You should see him walk, if he were in a marathon, he would win it, hands down! After lunch, when my friends and me grudgingly crawl back to our project campus, he just walks past us like he's Michael Johnson or something. And this is throughout the day! And he has an answer for EVERYTHING. You try to say something, and all he has to say is, OK, let me put it this way, and you'll just completely forget the point you were trying to make. Me, I'm left speechless when he asks me anything, and that results in the excess garbage that emanates from my mouth! Even scarier is his laugh. Its actually like a mad scientist, or as Phoebe puts it, the plan laugh. Its resounding and you can hear it all the way across the corridor. But he's awesome! I give him the Supreme Awesomeness Certificate! :)

And what doesn't help is that our project progress is like, really slow, and we end up looking like stupid retards to him, who are probably the laziest fools on the planet. And that's not cool. :(

This post is reincarnated too!

So yesterday, K came home and we were talking about this book she was reading. Many Lives, Many Masters. The book is about this woman who has a multitude of fears and goes to a psychiatrist to try to find some way to find the origin and if possible, get over these fears. So through the book(which is infact a true story, and is written by the aforementioned psychiatrist), we come to know that the fears do not indicate any kind of (forgotten) abuse as a child, but are actually predominant because of certain encounters in her past lives. Yes, the book, as K told me, does talk about past lives and incarnations. Every life we live is at some particular level. If we live our lives decently, without, I have to use these words here, chal kapat, which translate to lies and deceit, we advance to a greater level. If we do decide to live our lives as a horrible person, say a murderer or a rapist, we remain at the same level and lead quite a horrible life the next time around too.

This book also talks about a paranormal stage after death(which is supposedly the floating phase), between two lives. At this intermediate stage where a person is between two levels of life, he meets this master. This master now gets to decide whether the dude in question goes to the next level, or remains at the same level. He also tells him/her how she can advance to the next level by being good and how he/she can choose his/her destiny. Blah blah blah. How the person decides to live his/her life is upto him/her. The book also says that the people you know or are involved with in the current life have been somehow connected with you in your previous lives. Like, in the book, the woman is involved with this married man. She knows its wrong etc etc, but cannot break it off, for some reason. After much research into her past life, the psychiatrist reveals to her that he killed her in her previous life, which is why he continues to torture her in her present one.

K hasn't read the book completely, so she couldn't tell me about the ending. She also told me that, she actually had heard about some dude, her brother-in-law's friend, who could perform hypnotism on a person and look into their past lives.

*warning - some of you might not get whom I'm talking about here. Sorry for that*

This got us thinking. What were our previous lives like? How were we related to our friends and family? K is one of my closest friends(in my current life), and it'd be too weird if she turned out to be my mom in my previous life.
But we figured, R, in her previous life was definitely killed by a certain PA(R, if you're reading this, ask me later, if you've not already found out, who PA is). R and I were probably sisters, and PA got to me too, and also to A. K and D lived in the time when gravity wasn't discovered. And their first fight was because an apple fell on D and he thought K threw it on him. The two of them were instantly killed by an earthquake, as a result of which their fight couldn't end, which is why they continue to fight to this day, for silly reasons!! K thinks SP and me were 'lovers'; I think I killed him =P. M killed Th, TK killed M; that I'm sure of!! And I think S and AM were probably married, and S and P couldn't be.

Man, I need some kind of reminder to figure out later who these people are!

*end of ambiguity*

Anyway, now you tell me, let your imagination run wild. What do you think you did, who do you think you were? And while you're at it, read the book, an tell me if its worth a read.

The very-delayed rant

I hope the people who this is directed towards do not read this.

Actually, heck I hope they do!!

Why!? Why is it so bloody hard for a person to make a decision! Its easy to decide really, mostly, its only a decision between two words. Yes and no. Seriously, it couldn't get easier! And clearly there is no, lets see, I don't know, I'll tell you later. When you can easily get a yes or no, why would you give me an answer that completely pisses me off!


And then, there's the other thing! When all you have to do is open your mouth and say something, why would you not? Its easy, you learnt how to speak when you were three, you've been doing it ever since, so why can't you grow some balls and say those three monosyllabic words! And in an instant, you'll get one of the two aforementioned words as answers. Really, its that simple. Gaaah!



Aaaaaaarrrrgggghhhh!




Ah that felt better.


On a lighter note, I watched a nice movie today. The Royal Tenenbaums. I'm loving Owen Wilson even more these days(I love his nose!), plus Wes Anderson kinda rocks! Watch it.



P S - The three words, if you were wondering, are NOT, I love you or I am sorry. Lol.

Allusion to you-wont-believe-what

She saw it standing, and heard it growl,
she knew it would be soon, it was on the prowl.
This was it, she thought to herself, and she came,
out into the open, it was either's to claim.

The one thing it wanted, the one she had,
she would not surrender, that drove the beast mad!
This has to finish now, she said, and she took,
it into her hands, and gave it one last look.

The beast could see absolutely nothing but red,
just one more thing to knock off, and she would be dead,
then there would be nothing between it and what she held.
Then she threw her head back and yelled!

It charged towards her, with the aim to kill,
to throw her off the face of the earth, with no particular skill,
and just when it was about to sink its claws into her skin,
she had suddenly jumped up, and it felt a blow at its chin!

In its vain it had forgotten that she had the brains,
however strong it might've been, it could still feel the pain,
she had planned it in her head, and it was going to be slain,
the beast had to fall, come thunderstorm or rain!

She jumped upon his back with the knife in her hand,
and plunged it deep into its flesh, until it couldn't stand.
It turned around in pain and jerked and threw her off its back,
she recovered as she fell and stood, this was no time to slack!

She lunged herself towards the beast once again, and this time,
it was the heart she aimed for, to miss it would be a crime.
she stabbed until it was still, and then she stood to see,
to look, to absorb, to admire, to taken in, this mental deed!

She looked downwards at her conquest, and thanked her lucky stars.
She unlocked her fists and let fall to the ground that 'thing' that they fought for.
She started to walk, her head held high, for it was her win tonight.
It was so on, she said, from now on, no flight, just fight!

Boy crazy!

Remember when I said Patrick Dempsey was the man?? Well all that's changed now! I'm on season 4 of Grey's Anatomy, and Eric Dane is THE MAN!! When McSteamy comes into the picture, McDreamy quite literally disappears. Stupid, stupid Addison. Too bad Kate Walsh left the show, I actually grew to like her as the show progressed.

And Alex Karev is also so WOW! Love the new look, love his story, love the facial hair, love everything about him! I'm hoping the series gets him and Izzie back together(or have I not gotten to that part yet? No, don't tell me!!).

But it kinda sucks that there's no more Preston Burke. I really liked his character, and his story with Oh.

And that brings us to Brendan Fehr! Wowwie! Double triple wow! I must admit I'm a little late on watching Roswell. I didn't watch it too regularly back when I was in school, but now I'm on it. And that boy, Michael Guerin, gives me the goosebumps! Its incredible how rebellious and dangerous he is! I want to be with an alien, man!!

So Open Office is quite awesome! I've always used Microsoft Word, and don't quite like the 2007 version. I mean, its quite cool, but its very cluttered. I like simple. Where I don't have to change my spacing with every paragraph and go to a different menu altogether for a slide show(referring to power-point here). I did try installing the 2003 version, but that didn't work either. Plus I kind of installed Windows over Linus(yes, Linus. I call him Linus, and Linus rocks!) on my system, and now I'm stuck with Vista. But Open Office is quite cool:)

Why I'm using Open Office when I can use Blogger? Because in my house we have a system. I get the broadband connection Mondays through Thursdays, and my brother gets it over the weekend. And today is Friday. This came to being after much hassle, and torment. I keep telling my mom, you should've stuck to having just one kid, but no-one listens to me. Oh no no no. Anyway, I'm not complaining, just that my downloads are always rudely interrupted, and that, is not cool.

Highlights of the week. Or rather, the much needed extra long weekend. I went to Kerela. It wasn't the usual hill-station, coffee estate trip. Rather, it was a temple trip. Guruvayur. I don't know what it is with my parents, but they have this temple thing going on. I suggested a family vacation in the hols. Mom was thrilled at the idea. She asked me if I had a place in mind. I promptly said, Bangkok! She seemed happy. I'll ask dad and tell you. Result: Guruvayur now, and next week, Tirupathi. Normally, I'm not a very temple person, but this place has something about it. Guruvayur, that is. I love the place. I don't mind standing in those long, crazy queues. I really don't. Plus I love elephants. They're the cute-st things ever. And there are loads of them in Kerela.

Anyway, I'm back. I'm dying of this nasty cold, and totally sleep deprived, but I'm home, nursing myself back to my super-awesome self. And like I said, today is Friday. 10^th October. Much awaited by me, and my friend, for one main reason. The book launch! eM's book launch! No cold was going to stop me from going. I love eM. I have spent many nights reading her blog, when in fact I should've been studying. So, yeah, I went. And got a signed copy of her book(yippieeee!:))! I wanted her to sign it as, 'I hope this book is as awesome as you are,' but then I thought, too much. Lol. So, I now have a signed copy of 'You Are Here', signed, 'I hope this lives upto the blog'. Yes, I met eM!!! I now also have two seasons of Grey's anatomy, and two seasons of Desperate Housewives!

Such a girl!

I know!!

Since I can't use the internet to 'publish' this(publish is such a weird term to use, here), I'm going to wait till the rest of my weekend to see how it goes. I'm supposed to be going on this trip tomorrow with some friends, but the decision will be taken tomorrow by my mom, depending on 'The Common Cold' crisis. Hope something works out! *Fingers crossed*

Saturday. I didn't go.:( Woke up with a horrible head pain. Bright side. My brother isn't home. So I can use the internet before he gets home!

So, voila!

P.S - Listen to 'Look at her Face' - The Coral Sea. Awesome song!

I laugh at the face of fear!

Truth. No, I don't.

I scare easy, real easy. But I don't get scared of normal everyday things. I can watch horror movies without uttering a scream. I can go on the scariest rides. I can swim in the deep end of the pool, i.e - I don't scare easy! Contradicting, eh? Here's the deal..

I'm pretty fearless, really. Fear, you say.. What does that mean, would be my reply.

Except when it comes to hospitals. And blood. And anything related to hospitals and blood. And yeah, ambulances, but then those are related to hospitals. And blood. Ok fine I'm also terrified of lizards and rats, but then, who isn't?

The weird thing is, there's absolutely no history behind it. With regard to the hospitals and blood, that is. I haven't had a single stitch, or fracture in my life (knock on wood!). And neither have I witnessed anything tragic in a hospital(knock, knock as hard as you can!!), actually the only time I've been in a hospital is probably when I was born, and maybe when my brother was born, I can't remember. The thought of sick people lying in beds, with hospital apparatus inserted into them, and sucking things out of them, and putting things into them, scares the living daylights out of me!!

Don't get me wrong. Its not something I'm proud of. Its just something I cannot take.

My brother, on the other hand, has had a million stitches and irregularities etched on to his skin. One time, he broke his nose and I refused to go meet him in the hospital! It's a damn good thing I didn't become a doctor. Actually it's the primary reason I didn't become a doctor.

One more thing I'm afraid of, awkward situations. If someone comes to me telling me about a break up or the sort, the most I can do is freak out, and make a joke, hoping earnestly, that it is funny enough to crack the other person up! But what really stumps me, is when someone tells me about a death in the family. I can't bring myself to say anything. Zilch. I usually stay away from these situations. People might think me to be insensitive, but the truth is..well, I can't really explain it, its a 'me' thing.

And I get really really freaked when something out of the ordinary happens. Or someone tells me something unusual. I mean, scary unusual. It could be anything. Accidents(=ambulances=Hospitals=Blood), health problems etc. I come up with the worst, possible conclusions and completely freak myself out, and quite often people around me. And I'm very very very hard to calm down.

Oh I'm also super scared of injections. Lets not even go there!

F.I.L.L.E.R

I have absolutely nothing to write about today! Nothing bad happened, so that rules out any form of bitching(I know, sigh!), no-one pissed me off(thankfully, for them!), lots of things happened according to my convenience (which became the source for a lot of fun) and I had a good time!

Thank God for days like these!:)

Public opinion.

I wrote this in class today and couldn't wait to get back home to put it up!

This is about a prof in my college. If you think I'm mean, you obviously haven't met this woman. 

So lets do one thing, I give you all the opportunity to come up with a name for this post. The worst possible adjectives you use will be supremely appreciated. So, knock yourselves out!!  

So there's this bitch who we can't stand

We all think she is definitely a MAN!

She can't teach or speak English for nuts

She has the IQ of the dumbest mutt!

She comes to class and then decides

To define 'eeeediot', but we think she must commit suicide,

or just die, in every way we choose!

So finally, in her class, we can snooze!

Fuck-face, whore, illiterate bitch,

At all the boys in class she will letch!

Wearing to class only Kannada colors,

Whenever I see her, I just want to holler!

I can't wait to leave this place

So I can come back and slap her face

And hit her hard till she turns blue,

Then stick her face to the wall with super-glue!

Aleece and Baab, and 'ello', and 'saacket'

She should be put on an un-returnable rocket!

That explodes in space, and blows to bits!

What a f$%@-ing brainless git!

I wish she'd roll down a hill and die,

And out of sheer joy we'd cry

The world shall be a better place,

And we'll live happily to the end of our days!!

Man, that felt good!