Archive for April, 2008

Get anything of it?

So, for times like this, you should just blog. Blog for the sake of blogging. You know, write about whatever that comes to your mind. Whether anyone understands or not. Whether your own self understand it or not. It’s not meant to mean anything, maybe. Just to remember. Remember? Yeah. Remember all the things.
This is probably the most random. It’s okay. For those who have to understand will understand. Will have understood by now. A lot will clear in the head. Oh, no no. No significance at all. Yeah, to you it won’t. It’s okay. Most often doesn’t hold significance. Hell, my life also doesn’t. Anyway, this isn’t meant to get philosophical. It’s supposed to be plain rant. An I intend for it to stay that way. Just go on, and on. Randomly. Like everything else. It’s time I finished the marketing document. It’s only getting on my nerves. It’s just so lame I don’t want to do it! I have to though. Maybe I should’ve just shut up and not even volunteered. But I had to do something atleast! Is this enough? I don’t know. I’m still not sure. I’ve to just come up with more things that I can gloriously rant about. Hmmm, I like the usage of that adjective. It seems so.. I don’t know. I can’t seem to describe a lot of things, often.

Yaayi!

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Some stupid shitt.

I can’t recollect the last time I went dancing! It’s been so long! And I can suddenly taste the Mango Lic lollee with Vanilla Ice cream in the middle! Ooh ooh. I want! I’m not too much of an ice cream fan, though. Only when I can almost taste one, do I want one! Same applies to most food, maybe.

I’ve had my random lazy day. Bunked college. Didn’t feel like going. Not that I accomplished much sitting at home. Half way trying to get the job done, did I get to know, that I hadn’t done it the was it was supposed to be done. So it was a day where NO work was done. If I sit down for twelve hours straight and finish my work, I will actually have finished most that I have to be doing. The fact that most of it is almost over, is no motivation to work at all. Blah, blah, blah….

And, it goes on and on and on and on and on.

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Coming up with titles, is so boring. They’re always so random, never connected with the post. Perhaps, this might make some sense!

I’m in a mood to do some poetry. I think I have sufficient inspiration too. Yes, you. Just not the right amount of time immediately to be able to do it.

The phase of not using the phone stupidly has arrived on it’s own! Definitely not at the right time. This was a weekend which I thought would be so vella instead it’s turning out to be a fifteen day week. And forgetting the phone in a friend’s car, is simply superb. What timing. It was a mere idea that PERHAPS this weekend I’d switch it off, and it goes tossing itself under the car seat, unnoticed of course, by ME!

I’m having a horrible time with my gadgets! My ipod. My laptop. My phone. My sound system. Every thing’s gone haywire. It never rains, but pours. Yes, we all know.

I’ve successfully finished two pending novels. And if work is done, I’ll get my chance to read some more. Or, maybe just watch the movies I’ve been wanting to. Or, Scrubs, season 3! Or, prison break!

I’ve gotten used to falling asleep talking to him. Yesterday, was funny without the phone. Staring into random space, with the irritating mosquitoes too. What with the power gone too. When did this begin?! Stupid power cuts. I had a very random dream, yet again. I remembered while I was brushing my teeth. But I can’t seem to understand what in the world it was about. Just the people. One of them, rather. God knows.

Being in random mood to write, that’s all the trash I can seem to come up with.

Thwack! Thwack! (Poof!!!)

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Was.

After all these years of constantly reminding myself about not expecting anything ANYWHERE, always holding a little scope of things not eventually working out, I forgot about it over the last two weeks. However trivial an issue it might seem, it was something i have been looking forward to doing. I never seemed to even bother that it just might not happen, eventually. Perhaps, that, conviction without the non-possibility probability should have been sign enough. Yeah, so it just might not be happening, after all.

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This and That.

I see a phase approaching. It’s like that time, when I got rid of my connection with civilization. Mobile off for a week, no messenger, nothing. That was quite a week. I’d just like to add a lot of travel to that list. To be DOING things. Or, even better, learning more. The last month has been relatively leisurely in context with work. Perhaps, the end semester will pile on. I want it that way. I prefer it that way. Anyway, once back from my trips, or perhaps the beginning of them, dawns the phase of getting rid of my possessions. The ones I connect with. Maybe the new GPRS connection might be a temptation keeping the phase at bay. But, I’m still not sure. To be doing it once in a while, gives me this satisfaction, that I still detach myself from all things. Everything. It might be just the mobile, but to not be using it at all, what with being near-obsessed with it, is just a consolation.

I’ve made this list of gadget accessories that I want to buy. I don’t care how. Microsoft Office 2007 fucking sucks. Vista too. Thank God I don’t have it on my system. But Office 2007, though used rarely, is horrendously slow. Enough that Nero, tests my patience by taking forever to burn a dvd, which took hardly, when new. I’m obsessed with my laptop. OBSESSED. Yeah, perhaps you Mac holders are saying. “Dood, you heven’t seen a Mac kya?” But, I don’t give no shitt. I HATE it when gadgets give trouble. Now, my ipod too! Help! Anyone!

Talking to friends from back home, after a large period of time, is refreshing. It reminds me of Natansh’s last post. Friends, with whom nothing changes, over time. And the conversations, which you pick up, from when last talked over, even if it was years ago. In all that I foresee of the future, I think it’s only going to be work obsessed. I want it to be work obsessed. It’s not these years of college, here. But, work work.

Being single is what I obsess over. I’d die if I lost an atom of my freedom.

The committed are courageous.

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Life is all Haa Haa Hee Hee

More than often, I’ve always been discerning about my looks, and to have friends drag you along to parlors claiming two minutes, while they actually take two thousand eleven hundred and eighty seven minutes can be an apprehensive notion. Of course, the mind will concoct a million scenes where each of the beauticians and the clientele are staring at me, wondering why I’m not the one in that seat letting them rip apart an already ruined face.

The only company I had was this one kid perhaps aged six whose mother had obviously dragged without a choice. I was made to help around with my friend’s treatment, and we couldn’t help, but over hear the conversation with the kid. The kid stares around helplessly tugging at his mommy’s clothes asking her if he could go home. And then, begging. Finally ending it, screaming, “pottaiiii”. We couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the kid’s antics to try and get his mother’s attention.

This was another day, though. I was also, gagged, and bound and left to myself in lunch. I took my revenge by emptying the bin over the bunch of them.

Today, was completely vella. The most, in the entire semester, perhaps. What with our professor attracting small-pox. And, then bunking the second session entirely, just to go shopping, which was another first this semester, the weather completely awesome with it all! The shopping session got boring, but the weather couldn’t just disappoint! Turned up late for the last session, which anyway didn’t quite happen. In all urgency to want to use the loo all afternoon, and that bloody traffic light, which took almost half an hour for that u-turn. Home, which was actually two minutes away, took close to twenty-five minutes! In all our attempts to distract ourselves, we spotted this hot guy across the road, where we began to whistle. Considering it too far, we decided to wait till we took the u-turn. Finally, almost, it being our turn, she jumped the signal and while having seen the guys move away, we ended up whistling at a speeding motor-bike.

This probably sounds totally useless, but somehow at the spur of that moment, the amusement of the day seemed to just carry on. In fact, while I was almost home, the “can we friends” happen to be crossing the car right then. While I was thanking my friend for dropping home, he kept screaming about what time he would meet “us” in the evening.

I don’t want to forget all these days. So much randomness. All day. All along.

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Guffaw

Scribble….. Scribble…. Scribble…

Scratch

Scratch

Scribble.. Erase…. Scribble…..

The end.

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My latest obsessions.

  • Radiohead.
  • Bangles.
  • Clean feet.
  •  Not losing that god-damned eraser!

Will most probably keep adding, as I come up with more.

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