When I first started ‘blogging’ five years ago, I was a naïve
15 year old, two days away from my Board exam result (or was it out?). Many
moons later, I’m slightly mature, still looming in academia and still writing.
This has got to be a bad introductory paragraph but this had to be there- We’re
5!
Also, you'll notice the new favicon (lonely blogger girl), the Sylvia Plath quote and very mushy pink colour. It's time I explored some colour. Pink doesn't seem bad. So be it, xml coding and transferring widgets night before Linguistics entrance, even my blog needs a face-lift.
Also, you'll notice the new favicon (lonely blogger girl), the Sylvia Plath quote and very mushy pink colour. It's time I explored some colour. Pink doesn't seem bad. So be it, xml coding and transferring widgets night before Linguistics entrance, even my blog needs a face-lift.
In the last five years things have changed and for good. I’ve
taken writing seriously- instead of just leaving it behind in the Language
paper in school. It’s gotten me some accolades and more brickbats. Blogging has
a whole has given me the platform to reach out to so many of you. I may appear
to be that forever alone, lonely meme but thanks to blogging people from as far
as Iceland can read my work- my life. Agreed, most of the content here is a rant,
mediocre and run of the mill daily life but if we stop and see around there are
so many things that go on.
I had an epiphany like this today, sadly in the examination
hall. N was highly animated and I was majorly distracted because of heat, bad
paper and waking up as early as 7 (slept at 5 am). Highly irritable as I was, I
just glanced outside the window to see the golden light set upon the grounds of
central school. The dust had conveniently settled on the aged palm plant and
through the filthy window pane I could see the lazy movements; dust and more of
it. Coldplay’s limited vocabulary would define it as ‘Yellow’ but since it’s my
blog and I dislike the band (I’m going to lose the few readers I have with that
bold statement) I can settle down for beige. It’s a pretty name for that sad a
colour.
Ha, that brings me to another thing, the anti-climax or the
procrastination I carry around. N and I had a hilarious chat on our way back
home about this guy I used to like (oh no, here we go again) who’s jobless
(conclusion) even after the fancy course (the entrance we sat for- same
course). N’s dandruff fell all over my
answer to ‘Lionel Messi’ (which I got wrong cause of N, anyway). Asshole. I
digress but wait. He blamed of procrastinating all the time and being cynical.
Hello, asshole.
There’s no point in trying to explain what others have to
say and justifying it, at that. Unless, it is said by this man.
Yes, I accept blogoversary gifts. And I don't believe in giveaways. Please to courier me Mr. Levine.
I'm a person of simple taste- eat, sleep, play, blog, bitch. Also, thank you S, for the wishes.
I won't go home without you.
My exams officially kick start in about a few hours from now. Hopefully, determine the 'course' of the next two years or so. Needless, to say, I'm a bit fucked in the head and on the body with rash and general confusion regarding my opinion on Libya and Fukushima disaster. (This is not going well).
Fairing philosophy in the last few days has been the hardest ever. Indian Philosophy text is beyond my understanding and mulling over one essay in last two days isn't the best strategy to ace them. A friend of mine says, "you always have these sad stories to tell.." guess this is just the beginning of life.
Folks have just arrived back from a lame-ass party they're invited to. I had to stay up to open the door. Yeah, quite some 2o year old life I'm living. Now that the work's done, it's bedtime soon. There was a lot more to go in this post but my right hand is fucked for reasons unknown and I can barely stretch it-typing is making it even more uncomfortable. A lot like bass abuse except there has been zero bass in the past month (which sucks). Plus, I'd rather not fuck it (hand) before exam (1o-5:3o, fuck my life). Oh, and outstation relatives did get a whiff of them examinations hence they're bringing their royal ass' over to our place for a couple of nights as a stopover between their home and Europe.
Yeah, legit reasons to crib. Ouch- my hand.
Fairing philosophy in the last few days has been the hardest ever. Indian Philosophy text is beyond my understanding and mulling over one essay in last two days isn't the best strategy to ace them. A friend of mine says, "you always have these sad stories to tell.." guess this is just the beginning of life.
In other news, I met yet another columnist I used to read as a kid. Funnily enough, he was at this 'party' organized by the University I plan to join in order for us to network with the alumni etc. He was the only one who landed up amongst the graduates and seems fair to assume that was because the venue for the 'party' was the same his workplace.
So, while he landed himself on the podium and began telling us about his fancy course and brush with Bollywood (quite literally pursued that), I kept pushing my mind hard to think where have I ever seen him. A minute before I spoke to him, it hit me. This is the same guy whose column I used to read that developed any bit of interest in me to pursue lifestyle writing.
Of course, he was more than happy to acknowledge that and even more when he informed that he appreciates it when people remember him from his writing days/column rather than acting in the few films he has. He answered quite a bit and I suppose I was satisfied to say the least, after attending the 'party'.
Yeah, legit reasons to crib. Ouch- my hand.
Someone give these 1o exams. Please. I'll be your slave forever.
Also, I think I need a course in Anger Management.
Argh. The link to the video isn't working.
Youtube "Motherfucking Pterodactyl". Or just google the same with Oatmeal written alongside. You'll get an earworm.
Fuck technology that crashes shockwave flash.