Revelations Part 1

Well, it's been sum time. The event of the year has come to an end. Feels rather like an anticlimax. Since the last time, certain things have becum very clear. Things i wonder how i cud hav missed in the first place. But there's no time for those now. All a matter of days.
Have agreed to move on one condition: A dog. So at first, i decided i want a big, lethal, fast black dog. Easier said than done. Now I have a name for the dog but no dog. Something tells me I'll have to settle for a little less than what I'm expecting. Call it inituition.
Have seen lotsa chick flicks. The first one 27 dresses. Infuriated me no end. Why would any sane gal fall for her drop dead when u see him boss when a drop dead gorgeous guy is hanging around. The idea is ludicrous. The second one was way better. In fact, i catch myself twirling and singing" Somewhere over the rainbow..." . It's pretty old too. You've got mail. But get this, Mom thinks I walk like Meg Ryan, who does'nt walk but she waddles. No way, Whosane. Anyways, it was what Darla would call awfully romantical.
Have pestered Dad into buying the Feluda series . And it does'nt help that both he and achu call it Falooda. The nerve! But anyway, it's not my job casting pearls before swine, metaphorically speaking of course.
Am totally into this anime called God Save Our King. It accepts homosexuality as a matter of course. The saving grace is that all the guys are ultra-hot. So, no prizes for guessing who's watching it every day.
Sum sorta programme is cumin up in the colony and I will have to sit thru a volley of people with no apparent singing skills sing their tortuous way through everyone's hate filled glares. Then, more people will dance their way through the above, As for me, I'm going only fot, u got it, the food.
On another note, I'm surprised how people turn out to be so different from what they seem. It's like Beauty and The Beast. It's hard not to feel bitter about the whole business. Have ventured out into real world, don't like it, will go back to books. Meanwhile, as Meg Ryan says, there is always the dream of someone else. Ciao.

New Year Blues

Happy New Year! Tho is it, I wonder? Benazir Bhutto's dead and lotsa mentally deranged people got their kicks on new year by groping innocent females. Yeah, tht sounds like a great beginning to the new year. On the personal front, I kickstarted it by appearing for my prelims. Here's the deal on that. The teachers told us the sample papers are gonna cum and they did. So wateva happened to good old-fashioned testing? Thnx to that tho, I dont luk as if I've fought WW III by myself.
Back to Bhutto. Pakistan's mourning the death of their new spokesman for democracy. Not to sound critical, but the woman willed her leadership of the party to her son. Since when does that define democracy? Add to that the rumours that she finished off her brothers and the contoversies surrounding her primeministership and you have a very pretty pie.
As for the mass groping thing, why is it tht we never hear about women gangraping a man or mass groping him? That should give one something to think about.
Am already making loads of plans for after the boards. For eg, learn to cook, play the guitar, read loadsa books and watch my fav movies in sequence. Then stock up on tranquilizers and equip a secret underground base for exile. That shud do it.
Had lots of fun askin people wat they did for the new year and then airing my own exploits...hee hee! Told them I went to a party and danced the night away. Now that is technically correct but wat lies beneath is another story.
Two more xams to go and then it's the big one. Nxt is English, so lo and behold! Yours truly is relaxed and contemptuous..
Was jus reading up on the pimple-crush theory. Yu kno the one where if u hav a pimple , someone has a crush on you. Oh yeah, then i must have hundreds of secret admirers in varying degrees of intensity. A nice thought, that.
New addition to the family. Varun's got a baby brother and his name is Mayur( I reget to say that they passed over my better suggestions for the name). My only grouse is the kid's 17 years younger. When I'm 34, he'll be 17.... Yikes! Consolation: He's 18 years younger than Anu. Aha!
The other thing is totally dead now. Was stupid to think it might work. Time to plod on, there's no rest for the wicked.
Am manifesting an unusual interest in carnatic classical music. Have heard of people driven to wierd things due to stress but first tiner for me. Still, it does sound pretty good/
The Miss France controversy has me boggled. Can understand the bit about the crucifix. But what in heaven's name defines provocative yoghurt eating?
Shocking announcement: I was not quite sober on new year's eve. I was as drunk as you get on a sip of wine. Ok. mebbe two sips.( Under adult supervision, of course! I can just see my halo beginning to form)
Have rambled on and on. Will stop here. Be back at not the same time but hopefully the same place.

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.