In spirit of the previous post....

me: shit. solid procrastination. still haven't read or written ice breaker.

she: tell me abt it.

me: doom is coming. slowly.

she : lol.

me: instead drank more beer. i am beyond help.

she: nice.

me: also, i relaised all my chats with you start with me saying "fekk" or "shit" or "dude"

she: yah they do for the most part. hahahaha.

me: heeheehee. i dont feel the need to start traditionally....because i get a feeling u have a
general idea of what's going on here. so i may as well jump into the issue.

she: exactly.

me: and yes issues always demand a "FEKK DUDE".

she: ofcourse they do.

me: thank you.

she: it would not be right if it weren't.

me: when did u become so understanding ?

she: i have no clue.

me: correct only u speak everytime.

she: haha :D

me: this life is getting painful. because of unnecessary illusions. i have illusions of a career and money and bla. of course my lazyness over rules all attempts of realising em illusions. i have to somehow stop the illusions for good. then no pressure, na ?! full chilled only life will be. just imagine, dude.

she: there is never any pressure.

me: now now, dont act saint like. of course there is pressure.

she: i was being sarcastic.

me: oh like that.

she: yah.

me: incorrect estimation. apologies. but just imagine, dude.

Zero Self Control & Proud

I amuse myself sometimes when out of the blue I get tremendously focussed about my future and chalk out elaborate plans of how to tackle life.

1. Wake up every morning at 0600 hours. Read the news.
2. Go to the gym at 0800 hours. 5 days a week.
3. Spend the day productively mulling in textbooks and insightful assignments.
4. Step up job hunt.
5. Clean the house.
6. Cook.

Be a superwoman, basically. Or a human being, per em' nerds.

And then almost like a switch flicked off, I slip out of the zone as easily as I slipped into it and open a beer at 1900 hours on a Sunday evening.

Aah. Delight.

Lemon. Melon.
Yellow. Mellow.
Silly Fellow Had Some Meloncello.

* Will graciously accept more offerings of Meloncello/Lemoncello from anyone at anytime. My graduation is coming up, in case you 'want' an occasion.

And thus they split.

One swift movement.

She, brisk. He, quiet.

She proposed. He did not oppose.

Possibly the first non-fight of the evening.

Such is bitter sweet break up.

All in accord.

*Imaginative piece of writing. Not to be ascribed to reality.

Only two kinds of people 'like' (read tolerate) burnt 'charcoal-like' chicken with broccoli and spring onions.

1. The cook herself
2. The person who is 'madly in love' (read petrified of) with the cook

Eitherways, thank you for your patience.

Time improves all.

*beeble*

*grin*

The family fire starter is in town for two months. Much excitation is becoming.

Tremendous bandraami will follow...

Hu Hu Hu Hu Hu Hu

* bandraami = monkey business

In Critical Need For A Change In Pace

I have found new music. I don't know these artists. I don't know these lyrics (yet). I cannot sing along (used to be criteria for music first).

I feel strangely liberated.

I feel un-stagnant.

Check the reason for my new found happy happy at the bottom.

P.S. Irrelevantly speaking, there is no bottom line is there ? Hmm. Okay. Moving on.

Discomfort In Continum

In continuation to my previously found banana sticker, the new bunch I bought this week had another one of those slimy stickers.

It said, "Brain Fuel".

Again only on one in the bunch.

I am intrigued by the messaging. I am intrigued at the picking of one banana in the bunch to bear the burden of an inconvenient message.

What are the parameters of selection ? For the banana ? For the message ?

Life Lessons...

LEMON TREE
Will Holt- Boulder Music Corp.-BMI

When I was just a lad of ten, my father said to me,
"Come here and take a lesson from the lovely lemon tree."
"Don't put your faith in love, my boy", my father said to me,
"I fear you'll find that love is like the lovely lemon tree."

Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.
Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.

One day beneath the lemon tree, my love and I did lie
A girl so sweet that when she smiled the stars rose in the sky.
We passed that summer lost in love beneath the lemon tree
the music of her laughter hid my father's words from me:

Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.
Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.

One day she left without a word. She took away the sun.
And in the dark she left behind, I knew what she had done.
She'd left me for another, it's a common tale but true.
A sadder man but wiser now I sing these words to you:

Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.
Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.

Watch out...Epiphany

A state of continual pessimism is really the most optimistic way to live.

Everything turns out better than I expect it to.

So said the naive little girl oblivious of the djinns of far east lurking around her parking lot waiting for dusk...

Round and Proud !

Yes round is a shape. Yes round is a funny, comforting, friendly, loving, non judgmental sort of a shape. Round can represent many things. Round can make a lot of things happen. Round is revolutionary.

But what a round is not, is a skier. Round cannot balance himself/herself on two toothpick like equipments. Round has no sense of direction and will slide down any way the toothpicks, the slopes or the wind desires. It is also hard to break round's fall so unless it is a tree or a rock (lay there, be still) which doesn't really have a choice all other movable creatures will jump out of round's way oblivious of round's need for help.



Having said that, it is important to mention the one thing round is brilliant at, on the fluffy snowy slopes. Round is bloody brilliant at hurling down the slope on a tube at top speeds. I think round likes that more than skiing too.



And now round shall retire to it's cushy sofa and wait for the fervent colour of ripe blueberries to fade away from it's arse.

There is always a first time...

So we are leaving for our ski trip today and I am giddy with excitement about all the snow and all the falls...

Maybe there will be these...



Or maybe there will be these...



However, on a personal note, I think these kinds will be mostly predominant...



Will let you know how it went.

Until then,
Funky Ski Monkey

* Images from getty images

Surreal Realisations

We were made to meditate in class. Imagine your favourite spot. Imagine you are floating up to the skies. Imagine you are diving into the sea. And of course what you see through these realms.

This is what I saw.

Disillusioned about favourite spot. A flutter of images first, nothing clear, just strips of dark and light like a flip book. The flutter slows down. I see some images now. Still no one single image. Some pictures light up every now and then. Constant movement. Dizzying. Pictures from different places stick. Bedroom window sill, rotund, sameer balcony, Boston drawing room couch. My mind travels frantically hoping to find something that can be its anchor. Seems impossible to find. Now drifting away from places. White noise, disturbance. Now asked to leave your favourite spot and float up to the skies. This is much more comforting. Float up readily, easily, almost quickly. No pressure to belong. Freedom to wander. Now gliding low over calm seas. Dive under water and find my calm. I see my parents sitting on the table by the window, sipping on tea. They don't seem surprised to see me. It's like I never left. I see Rahul on the couch. I smile. I wake up.

Exhausted.

Disillusioned.

The hunt for the anchor continues...

Dilemma

I get offended very easily. For the past few weeks, I have been noticing something in class. I am sure this existed last semester too. But it is bothering me more this semester.

Blatant mockery of professors in class seems the norm. Sure, it is done in good humour or so they say. It is still wrong in my books.

Many questions come to mind. Respect ? The lack of it ? What you can say vs. What you should say ? Misjudging liberty ?

People in class are becoming increasingly unnecessary and unpleasant. What is worse is a group of fascinated followers egging along the supposed ring leaders in their mission to strip the institution and its professors of its deserved respect.

These kids start frantically calculating the fees/hour for each class and mope about how they are wasting their money, how they are going to go ahead and get themselves a 'real masters' post this. Little do they realise, given their attitude towards learning and professors, chances are they will never really get that 'real masters'.

I am amused at the juvenile behaviour of the 'clique'. Problem is, they want to be spoon fed. Problem is they think brand strategies can be formulated using an easy five step guide. Problem is their pea-brains incapacitate them from deriving learnings out of case studies. Problem is they will be none the wiser post this masters. Problem is that their assumptions and expectations are not only vague but also entirely incorrect. Problem is they know this too.

I wish everyone luck in the future.

I pray our paths never cross.

Lest ye wished to bear the wrath of an opinionated girl scorned.

How Discomforting...

I decided to stop running into school on an empty stomach and popped a banana in my bag last morning.

I get into class, settle down, get the banana out of my bag, peel it, take the first few bites, feel great about my new found healthy lifestyle and then it happens...

I see a little blue sticker on the banana peel.

It reads - Raised with Tender Loving Care, Chiquita.

WTF !!!! That is just wrong. Or maybe my mind is in the gutter.

I won't be eating bananas for a while.

P.S. I cam home and checked the bunch for more such disgusting stickers, turns out only mine had it. Eew.