Friday night rants

Sleepless friday night can be blamed on my new Tablet the Xoom :D.

Happy smile on my face can be blamed on the box of Godivas

Throbbing headaches have begun again and am hoping my its all okay.

Annoying neighbours are having a party and I spotted a cute guy.

Instagram, Fancy, pininterest are just addictive.

He did not talk to me or smile at me today. Will live with yesterday's memory of his chat.

I still am un-romantic but has a huge crush on an utter loser.

There is no food in the house again, breakfast shall be had at Alila, and i complain of going broke everyday.

Obsession with the new Kid is fading.

Am still awesome. And i have survived.

Denial

Denial: This should be an official vacation spot. Dont understand why is it looked down upon.

A perfect holiday spot. where everything is right. Where your career is a Breeze. Your life is one amazing cafe at the beach. Where all you have to do is put up your legs in bliss.

But then that evil man in the white coat brings you back.

I want to stay in DENIAL my life is amazing there.

Cause I cant sleep

Call me weird but my stress buster is i laugh and i ll write and i ll tweet, even if it never made any grammatical sense.

And yes Attention Seeker, Drama Queen is now playing a very important part in the play of her life.



And YES I AM FINE :D

And i thought i am not a romantic, apparently i am. Treating people like projects, bringing smiles to even the meanest idiots, always smiling. I need to stop being so happy go lucky in life

20 Minutes

A certain someone who will read this eventually is gonna go  #faceplam  "and you blogged about it, really?"


Yes Yoda i did.

What if you realised that in 20 mins your life is gonna change. Maybe for the better or for the worse.

That dream trip may come true but what happens to you in the next 20 mins can ruin your chances for it.

That one phone call you longed for will not happen if you do something you are not meant to in the next 20 mins

 Twenty mins in that white magnetic field chamber has changed the course of my life. My dream trip is not gonna happen. I am never gonna make that phone call. People around me are going to look at me in a different light. You will realise that all that you dreamed about is just a make believe.

Twenty mins and your life can change.


Hoping that this all this just goes back to normal in the next 20 hours and it does not turn into a drama that am making of it.

Someone You Knew

Life and its strangest ways.


Everyday you meet people, everyday you lose people. And the encounters define or mar your life. This post comes from a series of encounters i have had with different people over a long time. As one good friend said to me  "people are projects to you right? " he said it in a way that even i would not have been able to put it across.

Every time you are questioned on your actions, as to why do you even care about someone, why do you sometimes justify even their meanest actions. Humans are complicated. Nothing can be done about that.Its this complication that challenges you. You  try to justify everything that a person does to you. All those someones that you are nice to return your goodness or try to hurt you.

 Someone insults you, you try to understand why. Someone breaks your heart you justify it by saying Your heart is meant to be broken. Everyone is weird in their own ways, they will never agree to it.Your biggest Nemesis, the one who makes you judge your own weird self suddenly becomes your obsession. You know you will hurt yourself but you still continue to touch that nerve. You know its not worth but you still give it a shot.

Why? because you are just curious too see beyond that complication. You love the chaos. You are nice to the meanest person, why? Cause people are your projects you want to see what makes them hate you. And then all these complicatedly simple people become part of your life. To all the someones you are the same. you can't hate anyone and you can't avoid anyone.

Someone who'll sweep you off your feet.
Someone who'll leave you small little notes.
Someone who gives you a smile everyday in spite of just having the worst day.
Someone who'll slap you in the middle of the road to put sense into your head.
Someone who leaves you stranded in the middle of a deserted road.
Someone who pulls your hair out of that messy bun.
Someone who sends you strawberry smileys because of the private joke between you'll.
Someone who promises to get you a souvenir and ends up getting it one size big.
Someone who you thought hates your guts but secretly loved to make you smile.
Someone sends you pink flowers.
Some one's vengeful words becomes your private humour.
Some one's unnoticed intentions come clear to you.
Some one's secret admiration becomes weird to you.
Someone who never had a picture clicked with you.
Someone who thinks your giggles are the weirdest thing ever.
Someone who hates to pose but clicks that awesome picture with you.
Someone treats you like a queen.
Someone who loves to see you cry.
Someone who hates your face.
Someone who loves to bug you, till you crack.
Someone who has a new nick name for you.
Someone to whom you'll always be their secret Santa.
Someone to whom you'll be JUST a friend.
Someone who'll walk all over you and you let them do








One fine day you do something stupid and you start regretting all that you did. All the nice things that you ever did. Blaming yourself for letting a someone walk over you and trample your spirit. You smile despite that.

And in the mess and complications you met another someone. Someone you thought you'd  never meet ever again. And you meet them at the strangest place ever. A police station in the middle of nowhere, where you are filing a complaint for the other chaos that struck your life.

And this person just looks at you and you wonder if you should  begin the conversation with a "how have you been" or just smile. And like the foolish thing that you are, you say

 "how come here?".

 To which he smiles that smile which you wanted to hate but never could.

 "Being your Knight in Shiny shoes" 

His sense of humour never stops. i swore i hated it before but i giggled this time. Past all forgotten.

And with that you become the someone who was at the police station distraught and helpless and the one person who you thought never cared, that one familiar face you never wanted to see becomes your hope in a very awkward way indeed. and you become theirs.

To all those someones you were their someone too. And one day your deed shall be returned. Cause life is strange and People are stranger than life itself.

Its 1 am i know and i always speak my mind when sleepy, and they never make any sense. If you did understand what's written here do let me know, cause i can never understand my ownself.

Purple

Another lame attempt at acrostic poetry. Please feel free to give me your critical view on this

Purple



Pouting red across the setting sky, as the silver drizzles of rain lashed out,

Under the canopy of the dark blue and orange sky was the smiling pink sun.

Rising blue waves crashing and breaking on the white grains of sands painting blank murals, a

Pallette of colours across that beach but not a sight of my favourite colour. The one i

Love, the colour i seek. And right when i lost hope on that

Endless stretch of silver sand, there it was gleaming in the moonlight a purple gem.

And I woke up to see my photo in the Newspaper

It really sounds great that you wake up one fine morning and you get to know that you have your photo in the newspaper. For me it happens way too frequently.

Having journo friends who call me up at odd hours to get a sound bite on something or the other to which i happily oblige. And then the off and on msgs about what picture to be used, to which they normally take my facebook pictures.


And then there are times when I come in P3 because of some theatre or art show, or some odd happenings around the city, to which mostly am unaware until i get a msg from some long lost friend who goes "Hey long time, I saw your photo in the paper about X event that happened at Y".


But this particular Msg that I got one day took me off guard. A relative msgd me saying I have come in the front page of Bangalore times. And I was expecting it to be the event I had attended the previous day. But then when he told me that it was the picture of me in a bike, I was taken aback. I rushed out of my house to buy the paper. And there it was staring right out of the front page of the Newspaper, a Grinning Photo of mine sitting on a Bike.




I did look good but what suprised me was i had no hand in it.

Read through the article and I saw that it was about this Art of Bicyle Trips. A culture trip that i had participated in months ago. There were quotes about the Trip orgainzer and other people who had participated in the trip. I contacted Pankaj Mangal who had organised the trip and asked him why is there my picture in the article, and why was i not informed about it. He claims that Nirmala the journalist was supposed to get back to him on what picture she would be using and confirm before it would be published. He was however not informed and the article was published.

I tried contacting Nirmala Govindarajan, but was of no use. TOI office number that was listed just does not respond. Tried to dig up my contacts with my journo friends who worked in TOI long ago, but still could not get any help.

If Nirmala and Pankaj do read this post, i just wannt to ask them, how can Nirmala take a picture from my album without notifying me?
When i went on the trip i never signed any form that states that the pictures from my album will be used for publicity of any form.

Pankaj Mangal, just one call from you could have saved you all this trouble. atleast i dont have to wake up to see my grinning photo in the paper.