Wake up Kid !

Life is not a bed of roses (What is so luxurious about a bed of roses anyway? They would tickle you and a very high chance that some bug hidden beneath the petals would ..well...bug you )...

Okay  leaving that aside, life is NOT a bed of roses...Let me deal  with one problem now. This one has its invincible arms wrapped tightly around my daily routine....waking up late....

I am at a loss... no idea how to solve it.... technology is of no help...because the shrill alarm clock comes with a very convenient  snooze button...parents leave  early so biology doesn't help either.

The hilarious Sunday magazine I read recognized this huge problem and published about some clocks that reactivates and automatically moves, once the alarm button is switched off .So you wake up playing a cat and mouse game trying to stop a ear-drum bursting weird sound... This was a charming proposition until I realized that getting this device would gobble up my entire Puja shopping budget.

But I had only myself to blame. As if I did not  know that my magazine published articles about clothes that no one sane (my perception of sane) can wear, food that no one can pronounce (leave alone find the ingredients and cook) and interiors of houses in which my friend's dog would be scared to live.

Coming back to the problem, my time table looks quite interesting, the first column (having the first periods at a time that's dawn according to my brain) exists only hypothetically for me.Blissful sleep only visits me in the early morning hours throwing my schedule haywire.

When I consciously try to sleep early I  start thinking about how badly I want to sleep and then I keep on thinking how badly I want to sleep  and  I keep on thinking about HOW BADLY I WANT TO SLEEP !!..........and then finally I understand what a certain Mr.Macbeth went through.... .

Of course my habits don't help.... sitting with loads of junk food and watching "one season following another.... " isn't exactly an effective way of inviting sleep, especially when these are of a popular sitcom.

Curling up with a good book results in going to sleep in the morning having finished the good book. A person on TV suggested drinking warm milk.. Well the person obviously did not have 1.parents who woke up at the beeping sound of a microwave and 2.a urinary bladder.....

So I guess I am at the mercy of the Gods.....

WHAT AN "IDEA" SIRJEE !

Saw inception, found it to be over the top, overrated, and over hyped.  unnecessary complications which however does not challenge the audience (hence its popularity i believe), everything is explained along the way in the most obvious fashion . a Chinese box dream structure (i will shoot someone if i hear the word sub-conscious again !) .




 the gigantic sets are overwhelming and thats just about what the sets are there to do- overwhelm- period .the challenge was not to understand the movie but to sit through it.  eternal sunshine of the spotless mind dealt with a sort of similar concept in a much more engaging and subtle way.

i would rather  buy a ticket to watch Udaan again . 

something sublime ........

Yeah I am a bad poet
Perhaps 'cause I rhyme
Sorry just can't find the time
To think of something..........something sublime

Should I write about things that don't exist
Overwhelming , mind-numbing love, adoration, ideals
Or ..a girl slashing her wrist, a suspense story?

Read two things today, two things,
Shakespeare talking about "widow Dido"
And a mother choking her daughter with a pillow.

Can i pretend? looking at the sky--- looking uh well ... thoughtfully
Fluffy cotton wafts, dew drops, and rain
While I secretly long to submerge myself
Amidst the neon mall lights again.

Should I check the latest fashion trend?
Still-dead-toes, plus sized clothes and lipstick
Or should I with spectacled eyes,ponder about the futility of life?
Then buy an  ultra-philosophical book,
And go to bed with the latest best seller
Reading about the master's wife being raped by the cook..

Should I call someone and talk for a few long hours
Bitch about the world at large
Experience my own catharsis
"calm of mind all passions spent"
Winks and nods .. that was nice to vent !

Should I count the pimples on my cheek?
Ah no ! I'd be counting for weeks
Sigh...pimple creams don't work, neither does the government..
THERE !that's a sublime thought !!

Yaah my definition of sublime differs
Sub-lime...uhhm position of the juice tetra-pack
in my fridge below the lemon's rack..

Ain't that funny?

Laugh ! come ON ! you are supposed to....
- We do what we are supposed to do,
No Kidding. who am i fooling?
You are too intelligent! sigh !
Don't you now fret.
I told you I ain't a poet.
No brain , No time
To think of something....sublime............

it is the century of malls ,multiplexes , wider choice and wider varieties ..of everything including sputum !...frustration and anger have now given way to amusement......i mean there really so many varieties of that little disgusting speck of yellow/red/white blob of liquid/semi liquid blemish on the roads....i mean  i can speak for my city atleast...we can give the crows a serious complex ! latest heard from the drawing room of a crow nest "they spit more than we shit !" . some think it to be their birth right to spit on the road and the complete nonchalance with which they go for it is indeed praiseworthy! ...... don't see any change in the near future so well..the amusement will go on !

raising a toast to those days !

Many a time i think about everything that has happened in my life so far (nothing remarkable i know ! ) and i never stop being amazed by the changes that have happened at every step. At every moment something, someone seemed indispensable and yet when that thing or person went away from my life it did not bother much, except some rare exceptions. If 5 years ago some one had told me so and so would not be your friend after few years i would have burst into tears or felt saddened and yet when that happened all that remained was a calm acceptance and in some cases, indifference. There was a girl in kindergarten with whom i shared burnt omlettes one with whom i was forever in the "aari" (not-talking) mode, a teacher with short curly hair , a teacher who did not let me eat my tiffin one day because i hadn't got a napkin , they are all nowhere right now. there was a time when i thought school would never end , how can a routine of 14 years just stop one day ! if i was a little "lamb" i would have perhaps written "the superannuated student" on the last day of school ! just one fine day you get up and there's no more hymns, no more chapel ,no more "party dresses" on children's day , no more of those dreaded p.t classes ! a chapter shut for ever ... Having finished college what makes me think of school? Perhaps i yearn for that security, the comfort of knowing that you have to get up at 6.40 to catch a bus at 7 and you will be back by 3. Seems silly, but the absence of it is troubling me big time ! there were no "choices" then . no decisions to be made or held responsible for. life was simpler, (i wouldn't have agreed to this if you had told me then ) life was all about coming home at 3 , watching yug and swabhiman and later steve irwin playing with crocodiles , some futile gossips, lots of unchartered territories (which seem so lame now !) and the only serious worry was something as immediate as not being prepared for an exam, not bringing the copy to class , "you told her that...i told you not to do so !" and such grave matters ! Miss those old days ....................

lazy summer afternoon

so wat r u supposed to do on a lazy summer afternoon??? calling up frends who complain of being equally bored....or to find dat dey are sleeping blissfully..hmmmmmmm some of my favourites...well complaining about the heat sitting in my ac room ...least bothered abt the bill dat dad will pay ... (yet m a verry responsible child u knw)......taking a tiring stroll to the fridge ...to peek in and c if something edible exists ...den gobbling it wdout heating.....(moms sleeping who cares?)...uhhh or may be sitting fr 3 hrs wd a newspaper...reading an article....which looks so well what normally we call "hi -fi"...sample...i tried reading something about political contraries of karnataka (iv forgotten the exact title lolz) ...nt a single word registerd in my head.....still went thru it...god knws to whom i was pretending...den leafed thru those pages about the blast....den actually admired the tattoo on shobaa de's arm (i hate dem normally)...which again makes me wonder....hw much do i ..or we feel?...do we feel at all...? are we numbed or plain "used-to-it".....da other day...while the national news channels aired the blast reports...i was glued for a maximum of few minutes...was disgusted with all the footage..and pics of blood death violence den very conveniently shifted to watch the exciting ipl match....am i becuming insensitive? dus it happen to others? god knws......ya so back to the afternoon...hmm all time favourite obviously sleeping....bt wat if u cnt? BIG dilemma.....especially if u have woken up at 11.30 am........and den another thing to do is complain dat i have nuthing "to do" wen university exam is a month away...and a few competitive exams standing in line nt far behind........


guess iv typed too much fr a lazy person......yawn yawn

why !

why even after 5 years parent's cnt understand the simple fact dat their daughter is vegetarian? i mean not eating fish doesnt amount to criminal offense.....and well food dusnt turn into garbage if fish's nt in it....

. why some species of homo sapiens have tongues dat dnt tire of saying the same things over and over again.....wdout sympathy for one's bleeding ears and brains? sample.........why one's studying wat one's studying? why one is wearing wat one is wearing? ...on and on....blaaaaaaaaaaah !!! wish i cd snap my finger (after showing the right one) and make dem disappear....
why do i listen to "naina" from omkara and den ruin the efect by swaying to livin la vida loca .... (nt dat i didnt love ruining it...but den...why?? )

why dont i like people? people in general?? (dats after liking dem a moment ago...) and well m nt dat like-worthy either.......<>
why dont some people just die? i dnt care how ...i dnt care where...its just gotta be "now".....i mean i shd be endowed with the power to say "pop"...and pop shd burst their bubble of life !!! desired targets....a bugging teacher in college.... an opportunistic "friend"...... a goddamned irritating relative who calls me wen i sleep to ask why i sleep so much .... a political leader who says my city is nt polluted wen we are breathing poison....the fucking drivers who wana wake ppl up from sleep to board der buses while m getting late....
why isnt westside a little nearer to my house???


why cant men sit properly in autos???? why spread der legs as if ders an ocean in between ...wdout caring two other living souls are trying to accomodate demselves too.... why do dey smoke facing the window of a bus or car knwing fully well dat the air is blowing it right into the face of the person sitting next to them.... a gross pretension of courtesy !!
why do i have absolutely no clue abt my future wen every one has defined it?
.....(its nt a big worry though ... ha ha actually it is .... reality bites...scratches ...slaps ...ouch !!! )

why is cu such a fucked up university ??
why did Mr.Marlowe write something like edward the second .... ?? and why why do i have to read dat??


why are the people i hate so wonderful actually??? (o k a y only sometimes dat is )

why dont i live in a villa by a beach ?
why dont i feel like saying sho shweet to any kid dat i c? why do dey appear to my eyes as noise and mess making machines??? (okay i have no probs wd mess...am i a gifted mess-maker but the mess gotta make sense man ! ).........

......why is dis such a never ending list?? .


no idea.