Rechristened from the dead

So. I’ve thought of a name for the All NewBlog. ‘SuperMon returns’. NO. I do not intend this to be a blog injected with narcissism in my veins. It is just a name. Like Late Legally Bland. I thought it was smart. She now is on twitter. Like the rest of the world. Well, the new year has arrived. And it is perhaps time to revive things from the past.

Hopefully the banter on this blog will have grown from the hormonally trigerred ones from the past. This, atleast of what I would like it to do, hopefully is more writing than trash. Gah. The cycle follows.

So starting tomorrow, or today, this blog gets a new look. And hopefully leaves platform thence.

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Home

• Mango cut and put in the freezer to be eaten later.
• Food had by the world’s greatest cook.
• Lazy afternoons.
• Lazier mornings.
• Food whenever you’re hungry.
• Random fights.

Luxury.

So. It would make a difference if this post had a better title?

Blogging is  near  endangered. Or atleast the people who I see usually write,aren’t. For the people who’ve probably begun now, they’re behind time? Or were we already  when we?

How is Windows 7? Anyone?

I’d have left an hour ago if I didn’t have to wait!

All internships suck, don’t they? Bengaluru is good. Very.

Another week for it to become a memory.

A year. And then what?

Should i leave my laptop at work? I’m too lazy to carry it around today.

The indian apparel industry is exploited!

Checks , Stripes, Prints and color blocks. Will I pass?

Argh. College.

At last.

I thought I’d finally begin with twitter. But I’m back here to revive the past. Gah! Work sucks. I don’t look forward to working like this at ALL in the future. The city makes everything else tolerable. What we do here is crap.

Maybe I should put up a review of it here, if I find no where else maybe. I’m bored. I’m at work.

I don’t think I can ever write again.

Happy New Year?

It doesn’t seem like the new year. It just doesn’t! No ‘oh my god the year is over!’ or ‘it just flew!’  crap. It doesn’t feel like the new month has begun. You know, if you’re the kind too,  to have  color coded months or  days, and in your mind the calender automatically takes a darker shade with the passing days. Well, if you don’t  then tough luck you!

I seem to have gotten back to the cravings of coke from back in school, times when I could actually finish a 300ml bottle,willingly. Over time I got rid of it, but the core of your self still remains that eh? Heavy stuff for something seemingly stoopid.

I finally got me cycle! After having said it over the last eight months, yeah I’m getting one soon, and, you know, the likes of the blah. Ahh, I’m basking in the glory of owning one.

Anyway, more to look forward to! It after all is the new year, even if it doesn’t seem like it is. But it IS!

So happy new year! I guess?

Insane

I feel like I’m becoming a character out of a Jhumpa Lahiri novel. Caught between cities, ever confused about what I belong to.

There is only one thing I know I’m attached to. And, I think all girls eventually try to understand their moms. Or maybe, they just become them. The existence of such relationships leave me confused. Because what I believe in, I know they won’t even try and understand them, but then the things they’ve tried to teach me over the years, I’ve finally reasoned out not to agree with.

I think Hyderabad only leaves me depressed now. I have nothing to look forward to in this city. When I got onto the train, I held back. The minute we reached, I knew I never should have got on at all.

I want to go home, because my mom wants me home. But I don’t want to go home.

All this while I was okay with the course I’m doing. No more. And I don’t even know what interests me, or what might hold my interest long enough.

I’ve also lost all motives to do anything. I think that’s the worst that can happen. To lose drive to want to do anything! I want to look forward to something. Anything at all. Competitively. Not just do something because I have to be doing it. Even if it was want that drove me, it would seem good enough perhaps.

I hated the movie ‘Into the wild’. Last night my sickness only made me feel like that. And the more I thought of the movie the more the vomit would instigate. Eeyuck!

Right now I wait for four days to pass.

Of times unknown

The end of the year reminds me all over of how I’d thought I’d give semester reviews which I’d postponed to doing yearly. And now I’ll probably end up doing at the end of the four years. It’s because the posts begin to write in my head and half way there they need to spill it out onto paper or some form of being recorded. Which hence end up just in the head.

I was reading emails from another lifetime. If they had picked up emails once, over time to see how people changed, they can be found in mine too. How I had also once begun with the whole ‘lolz’ (I hope I didn’t use the term even if I’d picked up the language!) and then moved on to framing sentences which made sense (Instead of ‘r u cuming?’) and then eventually using punctuation marks too. Using the internet is very similar to the blogging phases too, isn’t it?

All kids ought to be sent off for graduation, or they’ll remain just that for longer than most. Sometimes I find it difficult to relate with the people I knew back in Hyd once upon a time. Another world can’t be blamed if you haven’t attempted to exist there, can it?

Illustration – just beginnning.  Semester V – A fortnight to go!

Ironic

I’ve reached the beginning of the cycle all over again. It’s hilarious. I read blogs wondering what people write about. Read my own, wondering what I should be.

This is where it ends.

A cigarette butt flicked.

A distant voice.

Fatigue shadowing.

Music blasted. Cheap Bollywood.

A holiday tomorrow.

This is just another fucking day go by.

Tolerance levels appraoching zilch.

Kepr away from the crowd.

I hear the irritation.

Voices muffled in thought.

Complaints exceed.

Nothing paid heed to.

The day ends.

It’s just another new beginning.

Just, to keep in touch.

Apart from trying to keep this blog updated, which has only reduced in the recent past, I don’t think I’ve made that effort to try and keep in touch, or narrate the random happenings of my everyday life. Even to myself.

It’s not really my fault. i just have not found the time at all. People from the department are easier, since it’s the work that happens simultaneously with every thing else. And the breaks hence taken together too.

What essentially instigates me to write this whole load of crap, is how a piss-off with a friend, drove her to email in brief about what she has been upto, in stead that’s what she was asking of me to do.

She’s always done that, and her witty and hilarious mails have often inspired me to do so as well. Not that I ever got down to doing that anyway!

It makes sense though, doesn’t it? When we blame distances and other million things for “moving apart”, it easily is understood here, that when you don’t quite know what’s going on, you really don’t know where to begin at all. And of course we change. We bloody hell need to. So the crap about ”oh she’s changed!” If that’s what you want to rant about, seriously, don’t even bother.

It is ironic that, even when you’re writing for your self always, it is a world you hardly make any sense of read about what you do, and the people that want to know, you don’t find time to do so.

P.S : If you’re still willing to talk, with me half distracted. Go ahead, I’m sick and tired of this.