I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down

The exams are over and I hate to say this but I have made no significant progress in academics.
May the Good Lord deliver me. Amen.
So many thoughts running through my mind. I feel aloof somehow. It's like returning after exile to school. Not altogether a good experience.
My fixation with the Addams family has faded. As does my fixation with other things....So many unexpected things have happened. I don't know where to begin, so I won't. Practicals are on. Hence, journal writing till my hand drops off. I'll pickle it in brine. Johnny Depp has a new movie Sweeney Todd:The demon barber of Fleet street. I love titles. I believe tht Malayalam movies have the best movie titles ever. This is the truth and it does not stem from any misguided loyalty. Though I have to admit, I am a die hard fan of Mallu movies. Of late, lotsa people telling me I look like a typical Mallu gal. Oh well, wateva!
I evolved a theory about why people blog. It's like a pensieve( Ref Harry Potter). A place to store thoughts. I'm big on theories by the way. Have one or two of my own with fancy name( PPCS and POCS). Will expound later. Time for lunch!

Allergies, Babies and more....

I have peanut allergy. Now that may or may not be a figment of my imagination. Fact of the matter is, I don't know what I have an allergy to. Anyway, I hate peanuts. So this is a very convenient allergy( Hee Hee)!! The reason for this discourse on allergies is that I'm currently engaged in a project on allergies. I need to unload all the info.
The kid leaves today for his grandparents' house. Maybe I'll finally get some studying done. As of now, I can't distinguish the chem textbook from a baboon's backside.
Baboon reminds me. When I finally have time to do all the things I want to do, I'm gonna write a book about monkeys. Not about them exactly. About them and my family. Like the time my brother got hugged by one. Or the time my great grandmom sliced mangoes for a thieving monkey.
Oh well...what now? And finally a ray of hope appears. Enough to keep me happy for a few days and after that? We'll see. Au revoir!

Onslaught of the Americans

I'm in love....again. Well; the story goes like this. I was at the airport waiting to see him. I havent seen him in three years. And there he was. Dropdead gorgeous! It took me 0.5 seconds to fall head over heels. And i cant get enough of him, all ( i dont know how many) inches of him. Now before you get any ideas, I'm talking about my five year old cousin Varun who's just arrived from America.
Little kids and me...long,long BAD history. Though recently I seem to get on better with them. Maybe my gray hair attracts them and they gravitate towards my maturity. Who the hell am I kidding?! It's just that I've gotten a little less scarier after doffing the glasses. I'm told I intimidate kids my own age. Little kids are a lost cause.
Speaking of little kids, I have a fan club of my own ,back in Kerala. Two kids ( second or third cousins) follow me about all the time and require my gracious presence around them. Towards the end, I took to taking off at full speed when i saw either of them appear on the horizon My older cousins acted as sentries and warned me when I had to fly. The things I have to do!
Then there's my niece...around the same age( 5-6)! She made me tell her stories till I was dead from exhaustion. I recited the Ramayana, Mahabharata, everything else and then moved on to Sidney Sheldon etc etc...
I hate to say this but I think I'm missing school. Yech!!!! I can't believe I said that. Maybe I'll get over this. It's just a symptom of ultraboredom.

The Edge Of Chaos

Those who like to write endlessly. Blank pages attract me. Blue-black ink was a novelty. My life now is a misery. What you get is what you see.Forever, like this for eternity. Will write long in continuity. Torture on remorselessly. Scream in pain honestly. Receive my love thoughtlessly. Avoid my eyes shamelessly. Bordering on insanity. Take me to you passionately. Become what I am happily. Run away from me tirelessly. Blind me with philosophy.All promises your mockery.Drain away the energy. Cut my soul mercilessly. Laugh with me seriously. Apologise profusely. Fulfill my dreams easily. Be there till the end of my story.

What lies above

What comes next is a product of my churning brain. Interpretations are welcome.

In Loving Memory....

I had this English teacher in the sixth standard. I used to worship her. Her powers of sarcasm were awesome. She was beautiful with long ,thick hair that was always braided. Her name was Tanuja Chandra. In case you're wondering why i speak of her in the past tense, it's because she's gone. Brain Tumour. I heard this only a few days back and it was almost like a physical blow.
Somehow one never expects stuff like this to happen so near by.
She was my favourite teacher and one of the kindest people I knew. I don't know how many people will remember her but I'm gonna try. This is a kind of epitaph for her. Here's to one of the best teachers I have ever known.
I've been reading Aditi's blog. It's so good, the girl has talent. I was thinking... we are what we write. Everybody's style is a reflection of their personality. Even Appu writes well, her blog is so typical of her.
The last few days I have been alternating with hope and despair. There's a germ of a chance that something might come my way. But until then, this corrosion........

Fatal Flaw

Hamlet had a fatal flaw in his character. That is wat lead to his murder. To be or not to be..etc etc. The point is, that way im the next candidate for murder. I'm talking about indecisiveness.
I suffer from this fatal flaw. I mean, I can't even decide wat flavour of icecream to buy.
So I can't decide what to do in life. The topic is taboo in my house. Hence i just fade into the background whenever the topic comes up.
Diwali party.. pretty much as I expected..Some unexpected but pleasant interludes.
It's halloween. My time of the year. I wanna be a Wiccan. Now my attention span is over.
I have nothing more to say. Au revoir.........

Sympathy For The Devil

Sweet dreams are made of these
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something

These lines have been in my head all day long. I love these days. It's a new phase.. new friends, new other stuff!
Does anybody know Annie Lennox?? The OST of Bram Stoker's Dracula is by her. It's called Lovesong for a vampire....
Volleyball match today.. our house won!! I was in the team. Thts not 2 say i did anything. I jus stood there and messed up all my serves. Some ppl are so good at these things. I feel increasingly tht I am not built for the rough life. Gimme a spelling bee anyday..
Diwali party 2moro.. We're all supposed to get sumthin to eat..in bulk. What do i get?? Idlis??
They'll throw me out.
I hate the weather. Assaulting the skin everyday. I aint even got anythin much to boast of.
This is all so shallow. Who really cares ??
Have you heard of Sgt Pepper's lonely hearts club? It's an album by the beatles. For some reason the phrase attracts me.
I'm in love with latin phrases. I love their feel. Like" Ave Caesar Nos Morituri Te Salutamus"
Or " De Profundis Clamo Ad Te Domine"..
The latter is from the bible. It figures in the "Sixth Sense". A dead priest teaches it to tht kid. It means- Out of the Depths have I cried unto you O Lord............

Of Indians And Dirty Dancing

Really dis navratri thing is getting my goat. Suddenly dandiya turns into dirty dancing?? It was cute when Patrick Swayze did it, but not grossly overweight aunties in shiny sarees! Complete with lascivious expressions and all...I'm traumatised, scarred for life.
So Bobby Jindal is governor of Louisiana. And everyone here is celebrating it. Son of the soil, our own man etc etc. Get real. This guy changed his name from Piyush to Bobby after a character in the brady bunch. Not exactly Indian, is it? It was the same with Sunita Williams. All these people are american citizens. I dunno why we're hero worshipping them

Familiar Faces

I was on youtube an i jus ran a random search on rajhans( dont ask why).. and i came up wid this video called" Last Day of UR skool". So its a video by my seniors and its filmed in a rajhans classroom. I was thinkin how familiar the class luks and then hey presto! It strikes me! It's our class( atleast i think soo) The video sux as far as quality goes. And it also has Kal Ho Na Ho soundtracks. The total effect is very depressing.
First night of Dandiya.. Phenomenal bore! Felt so out of place. I found my face frozen between a smirk and a grimace. Aaarrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhh! Bottomline is i dunno wat i was doin dere.
Enough of cribbing.. Tho deres lots more 2 crib about
Am reading dis book called The Innocent Man by John Grisham. It's supposed to be based on fact. But it's so unbelievable. Lotsa innocent guys getting convicted and sentenced to death based on minimal to nil evidence. Totally beats the crap out of the" America is so gr8" myth.
By the way, India's record aint so clean either. Only dif is most undertrials die waitin for their trials in prison.. so we never hear of wrongful convictions. How can we when it never gets that far??

It's a pink sky outside

Well here i am, sitting here and ders a guy outside who's goin " hello hello chick". Navratri pandals are up and the lights are all there. Things change over the years yu kno. These things used 2 be so important some ages ago. Now im only goin 4 the food which i kno im not gonna end up eating. Mundane Mundane Mundane............ Boredom is a disease. It preys on yu an makes u do things u dont wanna. I just remembered i cant play Bball. Jus another of the things i cant do. I tried 2day an tho i dint really embarass mesself, mebbe i cud hav done better. Wateva. Try another day. My bro's jus brought vada pav.Will catch up as i eat our national snack( or is tht state snack)......