A Healthy Dose of Amnesia

Maybe I'm not a dreamer,
but I'm not the only one.
Twenty summers now,and I can tell
The heart's been squelched,the mind has won.


March on soldier,keep your head on
Lest you fail to hear the beats of the drum.
Foolish ponder shall not haunt you,
Trite talk cannot shake the future that is come.


But no,wait,I must confess,
Over the drum sounds a faint cry.
When it comes to you,I take 
A healthy dose of amnesia;I cannot lie.


I rebel against what is,
I forget the rules by which I abide.
I forget how good things don't last,
I simply forget..when I'm by your side.


You and I could never be,maybe.
And yet these crazy dreams,I do not deny.
For when it comes to you I take

A healthy dose of amnesia; I cannot lie.

Part Deux

Second chances.
Everybody's a criminal.
Everybody's a perfectionist.
Everybody wants second chances.


How many of us have actually lived a life devoid of regret?We always hanker after a second chance,a second innings,if you will,where we will play bigger and better.
What's fishy is that even though we all have this hunger for redemption within us,we're not very keen on granting others second chances.
Before you Freudians dissect this theory and declare it to be a vote against capital punishment,let me assure you that I am a simple twenty year old whose range of thought does not extend beyond my family,my friends,my home and my college;and yet,within this tiny world I live in,I see so many closed doors in place of welcoming thresholds.


We're quick to judge and slow to forgive.
I think part of this deep rooted desire to divide the world into black and white comes from watching the infamous and  typically Indian telly serials-no kidding,the saas bahu serials ,where the heroine is always modestly dressed in pastel colors,and the evil mistress always wears shimmery eyeshadow and bindis of gargantuan proportions (even to bed).Like my friend V says-"If it's bad,it's all bad." 
What I'm trying to say, is that we have been conditioned to judge people by their appearances,their first lapses,or something as trivial as their choice of entertainment or their favorite color.Ok,scratch that last.


Oh,and woe betide someone who's in the Bad book.
Even if he proved be a heartwarmingly generous fuzzball later,he'd always be "the shark that didn't pay for all of us when we drunk ourselves silly on HIS birthday at the bar.Imagine.HIS birthday. Tsk. Tsk. )


While part of my rant maybe directed at what my friends deem  a "craven"  taste in music-( because I'd pick Buble over Black Sabbath any day of the week and twice on Sunday.) ,this is about so much more than social isolation and clique wars. This is about creating an atmosphere so vile that it cripples an individual's ability to be himself.
Spare us the trouble of waiting to see if you can emerge like a phoenix from the ashes,we'd rather just sweep the remains and prepare for next Sunday's barbecue.


A second chance is something you should campaign for  if any of these things have happened to you
- lost a loved one over an argument
-fallen out with friends because of one misunderstanding
-been kicked out of a team because of one match you fouled up
-earned a bad name because of that one thing you said
-been put down,and unfairly so, because of that one stand you took
- been asked to go home even before the show began


Chances are,all of these things have happened to you.


Second chances!
For sequels are almost always good*.


*The almost in the above sentence was  inspired by a particularly melancholic afternoon spent trying to watch Superman IV.

Khuda Jaane aka The Song Tag

1. If someone says "Is this okay?", you say:

Do dil mil rahe hain,magar chupke chupke.

Sabko ho rahi,khabar chupke chupke.

2. What would best describe your personality?

Yeh jo des hai tera,swades hai tera,tujhe hai pukaara (ooh,patriot).

3. What do you like in a guy/girl?

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear.

4. How do you feel today?

Hey baby,hey baby hey!

Girls say,boys say hey baby,hey baby,hey!(repeats times infinity)

Yes,I get that all the time.No really.I hear Megan Fox is feeling threatened.




5. What is your life's purpose?

Keep holding on.

At last,one that fits.

6. What do your friends think of you?

Gardens in the Rain

(Ok that doesn't make sense,unless they think I'm as refreshing and pleasant as gardens in the rain.Aww.Thanks Debussy)


7. What do you think of your parents?

Jaana let's fall in love!

Replace parents with Tom Felton. ;)

8. What do you think about very often?
Saiyaaaaaan.

(So much for feminism).

9. What is 2+2?

If you're not the one (Lol.Well 2+2 certainly isn't one.)

9. What do you think of your best friend?

Chappa chappa charkha chale Chappa chappa charkha chale.

Again,what?

10. What do you think of the person you like?

Kahin aag kage,lag jaave.

Kahin nag dase,das jaave.

Kahin gagan gire,gir jaave.

Chaahe kuch bhi ho jaaye,

Is toote dil ki peed sahi naa jaye.

So there's a broken heart in store for me ?Perfect.Just what a skeptic needs-a bummer prediction.

11. What is your life story?

Main yahaan hoon,yahaan hoon,yahaan hoon,yahaaaaaaaaan.

Heh :D

12. What do you want to be when you grow up?

The way you look tonight.

(Gaah.)

13. What do you think of when you see the person you like?

There's gonna be one less lonely girl

One less lonely girl.

(Whoa.I'm in no hurry.)





14. What do your parents think of you?


Ek din 
Ek din teri raahon ,bahon mein, 
panaahon mein,aaunga.

Err,I love you guys too. :D

15. What will you dance to at your wedding?

Yeh honsla kaise jhuke,

ye aarzoo kaise ruke?

Manzil mushkil toh kya (Marriage.well said.)

Tanha yeh dil to kya (tanha?I'm getting married,for God's sake!)

Ho!



6. What will they play at your funeral?

Alvin and the Chipmunks-Christmas Songs.

Aah well,at least it'll cheer em all up.


17. What is your hobby/interest?

Coz I remember sharing lips with her,

The coming weeks were to be a blur.

Huh?

Ok,moving on.

18. What is your biggest secret?

Tum paas aaye,yoon muskuraye,

tum ne na jaane kya sapne dikhaye.

Ab to mera dil,jaage na sota hain.

Kya karoon hai,kuch kuch hota hain.

Sigh.People should just be able to read minds.Sometimes. ^_^

19. What do you think of your friends?

So you never know, never never know
Never know enough, 'til it's over, love
'Til we lose control, system overload
Screamin', "No, no, no, n-no!?

(Love Lockdown -Kanye West.To be fair,my friends and system overload sort of go together.)

20. What should you post this as?

Khuda jaane!

True to my word.Look at my title :)

21. What do you think about this tag?
My love...

I tag Say,Rach,Nishant, Ambi and any other bloggers that want to do the tag.It's a free world!

Cheers.

Hello Stranger

Hello stranger.

What a beautiful day.

Yes,I do go here.

Well,it’s nice to meet you too.

Oh.Pleasure.

Hello there!We meet again.

Nothing much really.Just a bit of trouble.The usual.Whatever.

Why,thank you!

No,there’s really no need.

Oh,well if you insist.:)

Hello!How’ve you been?

Sure sounds like a good weekend.

Wow!

Well maybe we can go together.

No,I don’t like pink at all.I like blue.

Hello.Ooh you’ve got me something.

And it’s pink. :/

:/

: |

: )

: ) )

: D

:D :D :D

Hey!Wait up for me.

Missed you too.

No,I’d like that,actually.

At seven then?

Hello,and thank you.

That was lovely.

Oh!Let’s get us some banana milkshakes.

Well they’re my favourite too.

Oh no,you did not.

You did?

Haha,well it sure was worth it : )

Hey,I saved you a seat.

Well,I can come with you ,if you like.

No I’m not scared of walking back alone.

But you can come with me too.Not that I want you to (but I do).

Hello!Yes,I did call you last night.

That’ s strange.

No,go ahead.

No hard feelings.Really.

Hello.

Long time,no see.

I beg your pardon?

Did you really just say that?

That’s not true.

I can’t believe you would hold that against me.

Fine, then.

I saved you some banana milkshake but I’m guessing you want to pass.

...well,I was always a good guesser.

Hello.

………

………

……..

Well,bye then.I’ve got to go to…..

Oh yeah,you’ve got to go too,to that….

Cya.

“Hel…um”.

That was harder than I thought it would be.

I can’t believe this is it.

Hello,stranger.

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P.s : I just got this picture off Google search.I'm not sure if it's from a Flickr stream,but if it is,I'm sorry.Please let me know.I shall credit you or have it removed.No copyright infringement intended.

Calling all Sinners !

People turn purple with rage, red with shame, and green with envy at least once a day, and more than a handful of times a week. It’s statistically proven. Ok, maybe it’s not, but that doesn’t make it untrue, and I’m sure you could vouch for that. Shades of these emotions certainly make life more interesting, but while no one wants to lead a boring life, maybe living sinfully isn’t the solution. It’s one thing to talk about the evil effects of these …! GASP! vices, and a whole another thing to live with them.

Envy.

Something we’ve all befriended, ever since we saw our neighbor propping his Mac Book against the dashboard of his BMW, or ever since we secretly wished we too,could put away a cheeseburger and fries along with a chocolate latte, and still look like that amazingly fit friend (everyone has one of these friends, everyone).

Envy.

It’s never pretty, and sometimes, it gets downright ugly. Although it might be a bit of an ego boost when you know someone secretly envies you, it’s not so much fun when above mentioned person decides to indulge in a little behind- the- back slander or _______(insert backstabbing activity of choice here). After all, ‘Greatness inspires envy, envy engenders spite, and spite spawns lies.’

Unless your skin is as thick as dragon hide and you are unaffected by the petty crimes the world and its denizens commit around you, you might want to square your shoulders and learn to deal with it.

Look for the good in everything, and also teach others how to do it. More often than not, green eyed monsters are usually big warm marshmallows inside, but with a baggage of low self esteem attached. Counting our blessings and remembering that each of us is unique is an amazingly simple gift we forget to give ourselves. We tend to get so involved in marking our win against the others on that giant imaginary scoreboard, that we forget that we aren’t even in a race.

This season, we stop the sins.

This season, we turn our wasted minutes into useful ones as we finally join that salsa class, or get that A on our report card because we’ve kept ourselves busy and wonderfully so.

This season, we lock up our envy, and give that friend of ours a high five while falling into step beside her during her morning jog. Maybe we even pass Mr. Hotshot neighbour and his car, enroute, and flash him a smile. And just maybe, that classmate who always picked on us for being a Harry Potter nerd will ask us if we’d like to go watch Deathly Hallows: Part 1 with them next week. After all, what goes around comes around.

This season, we shed the green.

Colour Me Blue

Everyone has a favourite colour,and most of the time,mine is blue.Here's why :

Note : When I say blue,I mean the standard-palette-classic blue.I also like navy blue and other shades,but you know the colour that pops into your head when someone says blue?Yeah,that one.

Ok just..just go read the list.

1. Turqoise gems are the best . Um,yes,that would make me a girl.

2. Oceans are blue.

3. Dreamboats often have sea blue/green eyes-case in point :Tom Felton.

4. Blue cloudy skies look like they stretch and on forever .

5. Blue is bright without being obnoxious.

6. Nothing says mellow like blue.

7. Blue is funky.Blue sneaker yay.Blue sweatshirt yay.Blue hair,ok,maybe not so much. Kate Hudson would definitely disagree.*

8. I have this theory that your soul is painted a certain colour ,one that is in sync with your personality. It does seem to me,that romantic souls are blue (not pink or maroon ) for reasons I can’t fathom.

9. Blue is so awesome that there's an entire music genre that is its namesake .Ever saw a music section called Pinks?Naah,didn't think so. And also,God forbid.

10. Even things that aren't blue like being called blue - Bands,for example,or blueberries.

Add to the list? :)

*Anne Hathaway dyes Kate's hair blue days before her wedding in Bride Wars.

A Fresh Start

I''m burned out.I'm not tired,but I'm not exactly brimming with joie de vivre either.

I feel stale,like a baked good that has been sitting out of the fridge for too long (pardon the analogy).

I have nothing distinctly new to share with the world,and that makes me feel a little insignificant,a teeny bit invisible,and rather impatient.

I'm waiting for something big to happen...but what?That's what the goddamn problem is...I don't know,do I?

Maybe I'll wake up well rested tomorrow morning, smiling and motivated,like I'm in a musical or something.

Or maybe I'll just countdown to HP 7.Yeah,I like the sound of that.

Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus,but not if the Dormien-ing period is too long.Nuh-uh.

I'm ready to wake up,pal.

Pages from Summer-1

A while ago,Say,Rach,and me decided to do some serious blogging regarding our favourite cities-ones we've been to and loved,and ones we'd love to be in someday.I'd planned to write an unofficial tourists' guide to Singapore,where I spent summer vacation this year,but I'm not Taurean by zodiac alone.A little on the lazy side,I think cataloging my experiences and making chronological posts about what I did there might require some nice thinking,a little free time and some spirited enthusiasm,luxuries I cannot afford right now.

What I'm going to do instead,is upload this diary entry I made at the airport,just minutes before leaving Singapore.

I'll leave you with the first post under Pages from Summer.This is my first attempt at writing a series,so wish me luck :) .And yes,also,read . :D

Warning : Goodbyes are very hard for me.There might be bits of unnecessary melodrama here and there,which you are advised to ignore.

27 June,2010

8.00 A.M

I am homeward bound,after a long vacation in Singapore.The past five weeks have been too good to be true-and now I simply cannot believe that this holiday has come to an end.

However I know that we are not to cry that it's over;instead,we must smile that it happened.

So,I shall revel in the last few minutes in this strange and wonderful land.

Changi is a starry oasis-glitzy,imposing,beckoning.

My flight has been delayed,giving me a few minutes to reflect on my trip,(something I admit I have done only fleetingly this past one month,as I was busy being thrilled to the very core)

and so...here we are.

Green.That is the first impression I had of this city.Not the verdant dark green that we see back home,but a very tropical shade of shiny,healthy,sparkly(that's not a word???What gives,Blogger?),pale green.The green stays with me,from my first view of this island town nine years ago and from ten thousand kilometres above,to my rushed cab ride to the airport this morning watching fields,lawns and road signs shoot past while devouring last midnight's blueberry muffins and today's peanut butter and toast.My last indulgence this summer.

The morning is perfect,as mornings ought to be.Grey skies.Just the way I like them.The infamous noiseless Singapore drizzles descending gently-I've become rather fond of them-besides,Bangalore's sudden storybook thunderstorms are only three hours and a few oceans away.

The airport terminals are decked with white (I think they must be) orchids..Splendid.

I'm wearing midnight blue. :)
And,I wasn't charged for the excess baggage!

The only thing that seems wrong is that I have to leave this place.Bummer.

We are well matched,this dear city and me,for what could be as perfect together as bread and cheese,

as a tropical island set in the sea and a shutterbug?

As a country of living miracles and the eternal romantic?

As a shoppers' paradise and a closet shopaholic waiting to be awakened?

Amma says,and so does Dumbledore,that it does not do good to dwell in dreams and forget to live,but here's a pickle.

What if one month of somebody else's life is your dream come true?

How do you return to living yours-cast the memories aside like a magical midsummer dream?

The guard's asking us to move to the gate.

More later.

Bye!

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It ends there.

I was thinking of maybe doing a post or two on all the blatant gluttony I engaged in ,or the nice nature trails I spotted there.Let's see how it goes.

Cheers everyone :)

Gesundheit

Having the flu puts the dampers on nice long weekends.I just finished my first set of internals and was looking forward to some quality me time.Well,my nasty cold hasn't stopped me from living the nap -snack -read cycle,but what it has done is banish all splendid fancies of early morning jogs in huge gardens and bouts of listlessness lovingly nourished by floating about aimlessly in the pool.

Darn you flu,fly away asap.

My to do to mend to buy list is getting longer and longer,and I fear the time has come to get my bottom off the couch and hit the city's burgeoning markets again.I love shopping,but I hate planning,or making budget lists ( saving is an icky word!)...alas,I'm no Trump,so I'll have to scour the streets for a good bargain,and all of this simply cannot be done when a stupid little cold and fever come a-visiting.

There are a lot of benefits to being les sick invalid though,and I'm milking it for all it's worth.Breakfast in bed , delicious "for the convalescing" meals ,cherished books and dvds are making their way to yours truly.Additionally,Mom,me and my Nani got around to listening to some Carnatic music that my uncle gifted my mom for her birthday last week,and rounds of banana milkshakes helped digest the whole thing...quite a decent morning,I must say.

Waiting to return to my normal hyperactive self though,and unleash the Tarzan within! :)

Happy weekend,y'all!

My personal Goddess...

is my mother.

Come this Thursday,she will be celebrating her 53rd birthday!

I intended to write her a lovely blog post on her birthday,combining my love to celebrate other people's birthdays and the need to do something light and fun on my blog for once (ask Say and Rach ,they'll vouch for the Saawariya-esqueness of this blog,and that's not the best thing to be, really).However,in a world where nasty internal exams and annoying tests ..and procrastination abound,one can never do anything too soon,and so I find myself celebrating Mom's birthday earlier than I'd planned with all you lovely people in Blogsville. :)

This one's for my one talisman,my personal favorite Goddess,my Amma.You are awesome because

1)You accept me the way I am-moody,silly,angsty,extra cheerful,or at my emo best.*Terms and Conditions never apply.

2)You support my identity,you help carry the weight of it..and when I wear an extremely gaudy and ridiculous gift wrapping ribbon on my hair and pose for the cameras,you take a picture and look at it adoringly. :|

3)You provide for me-and not just in the Earth mother kind of way yknow. Not to belittle The World's Best Dosa you make,or your perfectly seasoned Morekali served with double pyaar (that's a family adjective,btw :D ) , but the way you meet my every little need,and most of my little wants, simply overwhelming.I applaud you,because God knows shopping for indecisive teenage girls needs talent.

4)You share with me.We can exchange gossip updates,discuss favorite bits of poetry and how not to forget to watch award shows on TV, indulge in some lighthearted bitching (what?It's good for the soul :D ),and what not.You are my BFF and hangout buddy. I love that I can watch the Sound of Music,Mary Poppins,the Devil Wears Prada,Kal Ho Naa Ho,DDLJ,and Alaipayuthey with you a gazillion times,and yet you do not sigh when I recite the dialogues along with the hero/heroine at breakneck speed. I love that you lend a ear to my ahem..musical renditions..err :D ,attempt to make sense of my muddled creations,and dance with me to Marriage of Figaro when I play it on whimsical evenings,and do outrageous things that we can snort about later.

5)You guide me.Through times of darkness,and into the light.I don't know what I'd do without you,you great ol' cuddly angel. You give some scary ass lectures,but you make up for them with the best Good Morning hugs ever.


6)You inspire me.Your thoughts,opinions,decisions,gestures,your kind little ways,your anecdotes,your sarcasm, your belief in the power of sincere hope and prayer,even your childish rejection of Tom Felton (though I do love him so..dear me..:P ),everything you do...
teaches me a little something about the world.

7)You love me like no one ever could.I can always be The Princess with you,and that one tiara I'll always want to wear,like a tattoo etched into my skin.When Monica tells her two baby boys that she'll "love you so much no woman will ever be good enough for you",she surely took a leaf out of your book! :)

Here's to one dear little woman nestled in a corner of India,a woman with amazing strength and unconscious grace,and a will to change the world and learn to make the perfect Garlic Bread.

• SRK
• Deewana Hua Baadal
• Roshagullas from Muh Mishti
• birthday cakes shaped like cricket pitches and the Powerpuff girls
• Cab rides to everywhere
• The Big Fat Pancake and other stories
• Impromptu photoshoots
• Dedications written while gifting books
• "Cornflakes Milk" @ 11 p.m

and a world of other things will always remain special to me,and you know why, Amma.

Thank you.Have a wonderful birthday,and a great life ahead.More power to you,and lots of sunshine as well.
Cheers and hugs from the daughter.
:)

Teach me how to Be.

Taureans don't like change.

It's true.Even the corny zodiac coffee mugs say so.

And yet I have battled my inhibitions to change....for you.

And now that you do not want me anymore,I do not know to change back.

I have lived to dream ,now I dream, I wish,I yearn to live.

It is funny how you think you're having the worst day ever,and suddenly,what you've been waiting for happens.

It's not so amusing though,when you have prepared for, rehearsed,anticipated,and waited for today,only to find out that today wasn't what you thought it would be at all.Sometimes it bums you out.Sometimes you brush it off and prepare,you dreamer you,for tomorrow.

What if you don't know what to think anymore?

Or what to say,or do,for that matter.

For better for worse.I see a pattern there.It feels like every single time I try to become your idea of a better person,I end up alienating you a little more.I'm driving you away,one improvement at a time.

I have tried and tried,and tried,but those smiles you bestow are harder to earn than a pleasant afternoon in May.Or a warm December night.

It's easy to be evil.

I do Ridiculously Happy once in a while too.

Tears drop thick and fast,occasionally,without waiting to be bid upon to do so.

I can manage to be humorous and funny every now and then.

You obviously can't stand any of this though,can you?

How then,ought I to be?

So I ask what is rightfully mine..a lesson from you.

Teach me how to Be.

Teach me just how to Be to be so I can attempt,yet again,to be one of the people you accommodate so easily in your life.

Teach me how to Be,so I can reassure myself that I'm not working in vain here,and that acceptance will come,someday or the other.

Teach me to Be,for I don't remember how to anymore.

You are my undoing;surely you owe me this much?

Of beauty and such.

Forms are many and beauty is one.

Beauty that is eternal,perfect even when undone.

We all crave beauty,so much it is true,

For whoever wrote a sonnet for a bad tempered shrew?

Or a twenty page thesis on badly written prose?

Who turns away from beauty that is tangible,that is close?

Helpless in our addiction to perfection are we.

I admit I like,in my garden , a well pruned tree.

Yes,I revel in writing under unruly oaks,mostly,

But putting that in my backyard’s quite a task,don’t you see?

Pictures of orphaned kids doth make the heart bleed.

Whose pictures do you Like though,who’s tweeting up your feed?

We all enjoy bouts of temporary divinity,

Then resort we must to normal comforting insanity.

Quite the liar I am when I preach.

Damn.I even want my verse in sizes of four lines each.

Who isn’t guilty of liking beauty? Why talk of blame?

Beauty is the drug,quite the rule of the game.

Thought for the day # 4 aka Truth and Liberation

Veritas Vos Liberabit.
The truth shall set you free.

HAPPY 105TH ! :)

I owe an apology to my loving ,ever receptive space in Blogville.My blog,my only ,The Pensieve.
I'm generally one for celebrating every occasion ,be it a weekend,my friend's birthday,December 31st,or the fact that I found my phone after having nearly lost it (yes,again).
Somehow though,I've missed out blog birthdays,and other such blog affiliated paraphernelia. I thought I'd celebrate 100 posts,but Blogger tells me I already have 104 of these babies.
So ok then, * draws biiig breath *....
HAPPY 105TH POST!

'I solemnly swear I am upto no good.'Nor is Pensieve here. :D
Throwing loadsa blog lou around ! :)

Love your blogs people.Take pleasure in the little comments,stick your tongue out at the nasties that occasionally show up, fill it with music and your thoughts.

Coz,quite plainly,no one else is waiting to fill their space with your crap.:P
Cheers!

I belong with the Flintstones.

I know that teenagers are supposed to remain un-fazed by technology,but hello!You just hopped onto the blog of the exception.

I'm not saying I don't like impressive new gadgets.It's just that I'll need more than a user manual and a crappy customer service agency to figure out how to get it working.

Which is why I like MS Powerpoint,and Post its on my dresser's mirror.

And good ol'd email,or maybe even posted letters,if more people cared to send em around.

I do like Facebook,it's true,and may have borderline OCD about checking my updates everyday,but since when has FB been the new kid on the block?!Old news right?

I like it when people call me to tell me something important,rather than sending a teeny lil text that screams IMPORTANT on its first line.

I simply can't wake up to an alarm clock.I never hear it,honestly,I don't see how anyone expects a tinny, shrill,possibly ultrasonic weird noise to rouse them from the deepest REM cycles.

I need a human to jolt me awake,and oh,if you have a cup of tea in your hands awaiting,brownie points for you :)

I love watching reruns and old movies,speaking of which,I also do not watch movies online if I can avoid it.

I like my 3 hour sappy surprises in the cinema halls or at least playing on my tv in the bedroom.

Salads with a generous drizzle of olive oil are yummy indeed,but I''d rather grab a bowl of curd rice and pickle instead of a low fat wrap.

There's something about the comfort of an old blanket that a new pashmina bedsheet can never achieve.

Old possessions do bring a lot of bliss,and that's the reason I hardly ever clean out my closet.'De cluttering' is a nasty little word.

Like Phoebe says,they(I mean the old stuff,can you try to keep up?!) remind me of a simpler time,and that's a good thing right? :)

PS-I'm blogging a lot nowadays.Wonder why that is ?I have a lot to say to world,apparently.

Hope you're listening.

Cheers!

Random Tag :)

Picked this tag up from Shanu's place while I was indulging in some random blog hopping!

Enjoy (or not ..but.. you'll have to read to know that ,won't you?)

Read on!

1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn on page 18 and find line 4.

"Come to think of it,maybe I don't need three pairs of boots."

- Shopaholic Abroad,TheShopaholic Series,by Sophie Kinsella.

2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can & catch air?

Yep.Nothing else around!

3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?

Uh oh.I can't remember!!I rarely watch the telly these days because it's getting pretty yawn inducing.Maybe I'm not watching the right channels. :P

4. Without looking, guess what time it is?

4 p.m.

5. Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?

4.08 pm.

Cool!I have an inbuilt body clock (which apparently doesn't function when you want to get up early for a bit of exam mugging).

6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?

Birds chirping-there's a huge flowering tree across the street :) ,

my maid dusting some cushions,

the voices in my head (no don't leave.i'm no freak.i like to freak people out.i also like uncapitalized sentences.)...

7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?

Last evening.I was sitting on the swings in the park and chatting with a friend.

8. Before you started this Q&As, what did you look at?

I'm assuming you meant 'look at 'online,coz otherwise ,a question like that would probably elicit really silly answers(not that it ain't doing that otherwise..still).To answer the question,I was looking at this funny funny site I came by,called Oatmeal. Check it out,it's a laugh!

9. What are you wearing?

A black and maroon top and sweatpants.

10. When did you last laugh?

A minute ago.Again,thanks to Oatmeal. :) Wow,I'm really plugging this site,aren't I?No I don't work for it/them/whatever.

11. What is on the walls of the room you are in?

A lamp,a portrait,nails,plug sockets,photos,y'know ...the usual suspects.

12. Seen anything weird lately?

Yea..look in the mirror pretty often,I do.LOL.Sorry, lame sense of humor and a need for self depreciation,do not,a good joke make.Clearly!

13. What do you think of this quiz?

It eez my savior!!I was getting bored to death.Yea,sorry Oatmeal,despite all the funny you've got. :|

14. What is the last film you saw?

Hmm...HP5 ..did one of those HP movie marathons.I do OD on Harry Potter a fair bit,and I like it :)

Do you?

15. If you became a multimillionaire overnight, what would you buy?

Woohoo!A house in Paris,Tom Felton (kiddin :P ), gifts for everyone I know,a grand piano,a convertible,ok let's stop before it becomes a full blown catalogue with links,pictures et al! :D

16. Tell me something about you that I dunno!

Hmm ok.I'm weird.Wait,you knew that,dintcha?

Ok... I'm left handed.

17. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?

Poverty.I wish no one had to worry about where their next meal was coming from.Also,I'd make people less superficial (is there a mutant superficial gene?God,I hope Evolution gets rid of it!).

18. Do you like to dance?

Very much :).Not so much with an audience though.

19. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?

Tara!

20. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?

Aryan!

P.S.-regular blog readers ought to have known the answers to these 2 questions.

21. Would you ever consider living abroad?

If abroad=London or New York,then yes,I would. :) Oui!

22. What do you want GOD to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?

Ok,get your silver tiara and attachable wings on and let's partayy!

That's all folks! :)

Tune in later!