She considered herself to be ugly. She cribbed saying she had the most unattractive mix of the most unprepossessing features. To her, her hair was unmanageable, she had hideously small (‘chinki’) eyes which were disproportionate to her bloated up face with never-going dark circles and for the unpleasantly bony figure that she had, she detested the chubby cheeks she had (I mean, how could have God so menacingly dislocated the placement of the adipose flabs) And to add to all of that, her lips weren’t even pink and she didn’t posses the perfect set of teeth which she could flash in every photo. I was taken aback at her description of herself. I was seeing her in new light for I had never noticed any of the “imperfections” she just claimed to have. But even then, noticing her I couldn’t help but notice that she was pretty. Talking of features, how could she have forgotten the cute dimples she got whenever she smiled? And to mention her eyes, I agree they were small but very cutely so. There is no way you could call such a pair of gleaming eyes plain. They had the sparkle that could just bewitch many with just a glance. And the thick set of eyelashes made the eyes look prettier still. Such wonderfully long eyelashes she had that they actually got reflected in her own jet-black eye-balls when you looked deeper in there. And for the dark-circles, Oh! I always thought that she used to brush her eyes up everyday with a wonderful shade of eye-colour! Her high-cheek bones were in no way chubby and even if they were, it gave her such a lovely heart-shaped face-cut which so beautifully defined how she is as it was a manifestation of her heart glowing right there at you. Yes her lips weren’t pink but thankfully so. The deep crimson shade she naturally had didn’t require a coat of lip-gloss everyday. My heart used to skip a beat when her lips looked so succulently pretty even when she was least aware of it. She would be happily eating some oily junk-food at some roadside chat-point and even the rancid oil would appear as the best lip-gloss one could have. And the smile, such a bright innocent smile she possessed, it was just too difficult to fathom that she would think an imperfect set of teeth will make even slightest of difference to that. And then I loved how her curls would occasionally fall on her face which she complained to be unmanageable. And not just the face, the puny bony figure she wasn’t in favour of gave her the prettiest jewellery to accessorize herself with: her eye-catching collar bone! To me, she was pretty and that was how I had known her. Listening to her grumbling criticism, I couldn’t help but notice that YES! Right in front of me, there was the biggest of the flaws which even she, an observant scrutinizing critic of pulchritude had failed to notice: Her MINDSET. That was the biggest (and actually the only) wrong I could see. And this flaw made everything else look so negligibly pretty. This flaw had taken her breath-taking smile away without which the dimples ceased to appear, the magnificent sparkle from her eyes and actually made her what she never wanted herself to be. Yes, it was only her image of herself as ugly which made her helplessly so!
PS- One more thing that came into my mind. The "smiley" faced emoticons. If you think of it even they are a combination of ugly featues. ROUND face with a sick pale shade of the colour of poop! And yet they are the cutest thing you use to express yourself with! AND why? because their smile makes so much of a difference making them soooo pleasant! In the end, they are the cooolest andthe happiest thing!
Monday, March 29, 2010
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Hmm.... love?!?!
I have tried countless times to express myself
Though still never found it reciprocated
I tried breaking open from my inhibited shell
And yet love has always kept me isolated.
Love has made itself seem like a fantasy
Something that doesn’t happen in real
Something that I am yet to see,
Believe in and feel deep inside me.
I am clueless how I can make someone fall in love with me
Or fall in love with someone who showers me with love,
For till now, love has never “just” happened unknowingly,
And yet knowing that it is how it is supposed to be.
I make myself believe that I am in love with someone,
And whole-heartedly that is what I try to do,
Until one day, I am forced to see my belief undone
For I hardly matter to him and I want him to love me too.
Sometimes, by the time I let my feelings out,
I realise that he waited for long and now I am late,
Sometimes, just to make sure that doesn’t happen,
I let it out fast and am considered desperate.
And then how am I not supposed to be excessively careful,
In making sure that he is truly the one for me.
Not analyse but feel the love that is so magically wonderful
When such wonders never materialise into reality?
Though still never found it reciprocated
I tried breaking open from my inhibited shell
And yet love has always kept me isolated.
Love has made itself seem like a fantasy
Something that doesn’t happen in real
Something that I am yet to see,
Believe in and feel deep inside me.
I am clueless how I can make someone fall in love with me
Or fall in love with someone who showers me with love,
For till now, love has never “just” happened unknowingly,
And yet knowing that it is how it is supposed to be.
I make myself believe that I am in love with someone,
And whole-heartedly that is what I try to do,
Until one day, I am forced to see my belief undone
For I hardly matter to him and I want him to love me too.
Sometimes, by the time I let my feelings out,
I realise that he waited for long and now I am late,
Sometimes, just to make sure that doesn’t happen,
I let it out fast and am considered desperate.
And then how am I not supposed to be excessively careful,
In making sure that he is truly the one for me.
Not analyse but feel the love that is so magically wonderful
When such wonders never materialise into reality?
Oh! This feeling!
Oh! I wish I wasn’t hopelessly in love with you,
For I don’t even know if you love me too,
All I can manage now is to let you know
That you mean a lot to me, even if I don’t let it show.
I can’t make you fall in love with me,
But neither can I just let it be,
I just keep hoping that you feel the same,
Or at least grow a liking for me suddenly.
I don’t know how to take it further on the way,
Tell you directly or wait for you to say,
I don’t really mind waiting, if you don’t want to hurry,
You can take all the time you want without any worry.
I will keep all this to myself if you want it so,
But please don’t ask me to forget you and let it go,
Because it is not that I haven’t tried giving up the hope,
But for what I do, I just can’t help but let the feeling grow.
I don’t know where exactly am I going wrong,
For you haven’t realized that I have been liking you all along,
Is it that it’s not worth trying for,
Or is there somebody else who likes you more?
If the options are keeping you confused,
And it’s really hard for you to choose,
You feel that there is somebody better you can find,
Let go off me, I am just ordinary, I won’t mind.
But if at all, there comes a day when you feel blue,
I will give you all the comfort you need to pull you through,
When you need support, I will hold your hand,
And when you need time for yourself I will understand.
Oh! I wish I wasn’t hopelessly in love with you,
For I don’t even know if you love me too.
And these uncertainties keep me puzzled,
I really am left answerless to what I am holding on to.
For I don’t even know if you love me too,
All I can manage now is to let you know
That you mean a lot to me, even if I don’t let it show.
I can’t make you fall in love with me,
But neither can I just let it be,
I just keep hoping that you feel the same,
Or at least grow a liking for me suddenly.
I don’t know how to take it further on the way,
Tell you directly or wait for you to say,
I don’t really mind waiting, if you don’t want to hurry,
You can take all the time you want without any worry.
I will keep all this to myself if you want it so,
But please don’t ask me to forget you and let it go,
Because it is not that I haven’t tried giving up the hope,
But for what I do, I just can’t help but let the feeling grow.
I don’t know where exactly am I going wrong,
For you haven’t realized that I have been liking you all along,
Is it that it’s not worth trying for,
Or is there somebody else who likes you more?
If the options are keeping you confused,
And it’s really hard for you to choose,
You feel that there is somebody better you can find,
Let go off me, I am just ordinary, I won’t mind.
But if at all, there comes a day when you feel blue,
I will give you all the comfort you need to pull you through,
When you need support, I will hold your hand,
And when you need time for yourself I will understand.
Oh! I wish I wasn’t hopelessly in love with you,
For I don’t even know if you love me too.
And these uncertainties keep me puzzled,
I really am left answerless to what I am holding on to.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
WOW!!!! Miss-understanding!!
Ohhk… So this is what happened today in our information society class. Kinda shows how jobless we guys are!
So basically Sreya was waiting for her turn to give her part of presentation and meanwhile Karmanya was meddling around with her phone. He began giving missed calls to everybody in the class, startled quite a few who kept giving Sreya glances, making her twitchy. One of the missed calls receivers was Ami, who had a slight tiff with Sreya recently, so was puzzled as to why she would keep giving her missed calls and that too, right in the middle of her presentation. Since, Sreya giving her missed calls was out of question, she started looking around to know who could possibly be doing it. She spotted Naimul sitting beside her and immediately drew conclusion that Naim was the one who had given her 5 back-to-back missed calls. She then sent Naimul a message to “stop it” only to receive 3more missed calls. She messaged back saying “you suck!” and got a reply from him asking her if her phone was free as he wanted to play games. So, Ami thought Naim didn’t have enough balance in his cell to call her and ask her for the mobile and that’s why was giving missed calls.
To answer the question as to why Naim didn’t find Ami’s message bizarre, here is the story. Naim exactly at the same time had messaged Swati, asking her to switch on her Bluetooth for transferring some pictures and thought Ami wanted that transfer to be stopped and when that didn’t happen she had said that he sucks.
So comes in picture, Swati, who also got missed calls from Sreya’s cell. Knowing for a reason that her room-mate perpetually has no balance in her cell, she assumed that I was using Sreya’s cell like always and it was me who was was giving her missed calls. So instantly she sent a message saying “Yeah Gayu! Tell, what happened?”
Well, this was all that Karmanya needed: someone to fall into the trap, so that he gets a bakra to fool around with. So he replies, pretending to be me, telling her that I wanted to talk to her urgently about something very serious. When asked what the issue was, Karmanya came up with a wonderful story (guess thinking for stories for TV-production is doing the magic, elsewhere though) of me having a crush on somebody in the class and I had this sudden urge to spill out the beans, come what may. Swati, not believing a word (but believing it was me) thought I was in one of my crazy moods and was pulling up a prank on her or (for the worse) trying hard to be funny. Still, showing concern asked who the person possibly could be. Karmanya tags Gautam in the game. Swati tells this all to Pavi, also adding that I have lost my senses again to pointless humour. Pavi, again, having full faith in my freakish eccentricity, suggests that I would not have meant a word I had written and it was all some sad-joke (which as usual nobody gets).
But this is not where it ends. Right after the class, Karmanya gives Sreya her cell back* and goes over to Swati and asks in a serious, secretive tone if she had got any message from me. When he gets a puzzled nod from Swati, he continues saying that I had messaged him also and told him too that I had a thing for Gautam and since he was such a good friend of his, I wanted him to tell this to Gautam as soon as he gets a perfect chance for it. As an afterthought, he asks Swati, if I was serious about him and whether he should actually go and tell him that. Swati, considering all of it as a sad attempt of humour from my side tells Karmanya that this is what she thinks is going on and not to tell any of this to Gautam. But still she remains befuddled about why I would say such things and even mention this to Karmanya, which makes Karmanya successful in his endeavor.
Well, later she did get to know with a little enquiry here and there that it was Karmanya only, who had been messaging her from Sreya’s cell. I get to know about all of this only later in the evening while having dinner with them. Till then I was blissfully in my own world, with no knowledge that my love-life was being decided and discussed with people believing that I was the one who was talking about it. Someone has correctly said, Ignorance is a bliss. It surely is. But here, I loved the outlandish yet hilarious confusion my jobless classmates were in and nobody realized any of it.
And yes, there is one more point that needs to be noted. Both my room-mates regard two things to be true: my love-life is totally vapid with no chance of sparkle and that I can come with the most absurd, inane, senseless, asinine talks just for kicks and wouldn’t mind making a ridicule of myself for the sake of it. Well, I have only one thing to say about this: they totally know me MAN!!!!!
*Well, here is another funny parable in these series. When Karmanya gave Sreya back her cell, she noticed that she had around 5missed calls from Arkapol who was frantically trying to contact her. It so happened that Arkapol who was supposed to leave Rourkee today in order to come to Manipal for diwali was in a problem. Problem was that the ticket Sreya had booked for him had an error: the gender of Arkapol was referred to as a female, which “HE” is not (HAHAHAHAH!! Found this to be hilarious). Apparently he had his share of struggle with the TT and the problem was resolved after Sreya, who initially cluessless about what to do, went and asked Ruhi’s room-mate for help and luckily her neighbor’s friend’s dad was in railway department and sorted things out. (Ruhi’s roommate’s neighbor’s friend’s dad called Arkapol from the Rashtrapati Bhawan!!!! Big contacts, I say. Now you know whom to contact, in case of troubles!!!!)
So basically Sreya was waiting for her turn to give her part of presentation and meanwhile Karmanya was meddling around with her phone. He began giving missed calls to everybody in the class, startled quite a few who kept giving Sreya glances, making her twitchy. One of the missed calls receivers was Ami, who had a slight tiff with Sreya recently, so was puzzled as to why she would keep giving her missed calls and that too, right in the middle of her presentation. Since, Sreya giving her missed calls was out of question, she started looking around to know who could possibly be doing it. She spotted Naimul sitting beside her and immediately drew conclusion that Naim was the one who had given her 5 back-to-back missed calls. She then sent Naimul a message to “stop it” only to receive 3more missed calls. She messaged back saying “you suck!” and got a reply from him asking her if her phone was free as he wanted to play games. So, Ami thought Naim didn’t have enough balance in his cell to call her and ask her for the mobile and that’s why was giving missed calls.
To answer the question as to why Naim didn’t find Ami’s message bizarre, here is the story. Naim exactly at the same time had messaged Swati, asking her to switch on her Bluetooth for transferring some pictures and thought Ami wanted that transfer to be stopped and when that didn’t happen she had said that he sucks.
So comes in picture, Swati, who also got missed calls from Sreya’s cell. Knowing for a reason that her room-mate perpetually has no balance in her cell, she assumed that I was using Sreya’s cell like always and it was me who was was giving her missed calls. So instantly she sent a message saying “Yeah Gayu! Tell, what happened?”
Well, this was all that Karmanya needed: someone to fall into the trap, so that he gets a bakra to fool around with. So he replies, pretending to be me, telling her that I wanted to talk to her urgently about something very serious. When asked what the issue was, Karmanya came up with a wonderful story (guess thinking for stories for TV-production is doing the magic, elsewhere though) of me having a crush on somebody in the class and I had this sudden urge to spill out the beans, come what may. Swati, not believing a word (but believing it was me) thought I was in one of my crazy moods and was pulling up a prank on her or (for the worse) trying hard to be funny. Still, showing concern asked who the person possibly could be. Karmanya tags Gautam in the game. Swati tells this all to Pavi, also adding that I have lost my senses again to pointless humour. Pavi, again, having full faith in my freakish eccentricity, suggests that I would not have meant a word I had written and it was all some sad-joke (which as usual nobody gets).
But this is not where it ends. Right after the class, Karmanya gives Sreya her cell back* and goes over to Swati and asks in a serious, secretive tone if she had got any message from me. When he gets a puzzled nod from Swati, he continues saying that I had messaged him also and told him too that I had a thing for Gautam and since he was such a good friend of his, I wanted him to tell this to Gautam as soon as he gets a perfect chance for it. As an afterthought, he asks Swati, if I was serious about him and whether he should actually go and tell him that. Swati, considering all of it as a sad attempt of humour from my side tells Karmanya that this is what she thinks is going on and not to tell any of this to Gautam. But still she remains befuddled about why I would say such things and even mention this to Karmanya, which makes Karmanya successful in his endeavor.
Well, later she did get to know with a little enquiry here and there that it was Karmanya only, who had been messaging her from Sreya’s cell. I get to know about all of this only later in the evening while having dinner with them. Till then I was blissfully in my own world, with no knowledge that my love-life was being decided and discussed with people believing that I was the one who was talking about it. Someone has correctly said, Ignorance is a bliss. It surely is. But here, I loved the outlandish yet hilarious confusion my jobless classmates were in and nobody realized any of it.
And yes, there is one more point that needs to be noted. Both my room-mates regard two things to be true: my love-life is totally vapid with no chance of sparkle and that I can come with the most absurd, inane, senseless, asinine talks just for kicks and wouldn’t mind making a ridicule of myself for the sake of it. Well, I have only one thing to say about this: they totally know me MAN!!!!!
*Well, here is another funny parable in these series. When Karmanya gave Sreya back her cell, she noticed that she had around 5missed calls from Arkapol who was frantically trying to contact her. It so happened that Arkapol who was supposed to leave Rourkee today in order to come to Manipal for diwali was in a problem. Problem was that the ticket Sreya had booked for him had an error: the gender of Arkapol was referred to as a female, which “HE” is not (HAHAHAHAH!! Found this to be hilarious). Apparently he had his share of struggle with the TT and the problem was resolved after Sreya, who initially cluessless about what to do, went and asked Ruhi’s room-mate for help and luckily her neighbor’s friend’s dad was in railway department and sorted things out. (Ruhi’s roommate’s neighbor’s friend’s dad called Arkapol from the Rashtrapati Bhawan!!!! Big contacts, I say. Now you know whom to contact, in case of troubles!!!!)
Glee Glee Earth!
For the first time on my blog, I have
A GUEST BLOGGER (!) who wants to post an article he/she/it (that’s a confusion as of now) has written. About the blogger, well, (for convenience sake let us call him a “he”) he is an “alien” with a name that cannot be articulated in a pronounceable sound on earth (as he says it). Anyways, what is in a name? He has been on earth for the past 19years, researching on humans, in a camouflage of a girl. (oh! So should I be mentioning him as a girl?!?!?!? Anyways that’s beside the point) Well, as he says it, there are many fellow-beings from his land, doing research on various other things and he is specializing on humans. So here is a brief introduction of his research. He has promised to give some contributions to my blog whenever I get too busy to not utilize this space. Let’s keep the fingers crossed!!! So, over to him.
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Well, sorry for the inconvenience. It is to tell my fellow beings why I am giving out such confidential information here. I just explained them the bond I share with Gayatri ( no, no, she is not my girlfriend… We don’t have such concepts in our land. Psst: She is all over me all the time and would love to be my girlfriend and that is the reason why she likes mentioning me as a “he”. She is even willing to leave her land and come to our land with me, but that’s not how it works. Don’t worry, nothing like that is happening, not until my land starts accepting this concept. If that happens, I promise, Gayatri will surely be the girl of my tiffkjfh (well, you all call it “life”!)
About my research work, I don’t know how to start. You know, it is weird for me how you people write and type and speak for communication. In our land, the “system” is not as closed as yours. It is quite difficult to make you understand that there is no such thing as a thought-barrier that obstructs you from reading other’s thoughts. I will later on, in my notes, write about this topic in detail. As of now, let me start off my research’s written presentation in brief points. Here is where I begin.
Humans are basically a specific kind of species found on earth who are, in simple terms, of a shape of a sphere connected to a small cylinder which is linked to a flat cuboidal structure (with curved corners) having two cylindrical slightly obelisk extensions on sides and bottom. In case of women (oh! They are classified into two on gender basis: men and women), there are two semi-spheres attached to the upper part of the cuboidal structure (which are absent in the intial stages) whereas in men there is another cylindrical extension near the end of the cuboidal structure. On the whole, a human body resembles the picture I have put across. To name all of them, the sphere is known as the head, the cylinder is the neck, the cuboid is the torso, extensions on the sides are the hands and in the bottom are the legs. There are two more semi-spheres in the back of the body connecting the torso and the legs known as buttocks, colloquially called as bums. This text may seem vulgar to many humans if I name the semi-spheres and the cylinder, so I would like to ‘not’ mention it. &^$7.8”9 and ^^*923@ they are called. This whole structure is covered from head to toe with “skin” and they come in three colours: black, pale white, and pale peach. There are different shades and hints these colours are available in. Also, there are fibrous things found on top of the head, known as hair. Humans like experimenting with the length of their hair so there is no specific length I can mention here. These gristly-looking things are found all over the body in shorter lengths which women tend to remove by various means. So basically, one major differentiation factor can be the length of hair on top (men prefer keeping it short, though trends are changing) and on body. Hair is also available in various shades and colour and also different textures. On basis of texture they can be broadly classified as straight, curly and wavy(a mixture of the previous two).
“What is interesting in a human body is that it isnot made only of this. There are many more organs inside this structure which are hidden. As you will know with further reading that a human system is in many layers and that many things are veiled from direct contact. It goes to such an extent that I believe it might be somebody from our land who would have quoted that looks can be deceiving. So trust me, when you are around humans, there is a lot more going on than you see. Just mentioned it to put you on your guards.
Humans are not eternal and have a mortal span of existence which they call as life. Every life begins with a small body which eventually “grows” into a bigger manifestation of the initial form. But this growth is limited only for a certain period of time, i.e until the age of 18-19years or so. The system was so designed that they grow up to the aforementioned age and then they create another human which starts growing in the very way, so that the process of growth is kept on continuation. But human species have altered the mechanism to growing to that particular age, then having a stagnation period in growth where they focus on other pressing matters (which will be discussed later in my research work) of human life, most often their ‘careers’ for a period varying from 5years to even 13-14years and then carry on to creating other humans for “growth continuation” as I call it. So basically, they opt for their ‘career’ and leave aside their job of life-carrier’ for a certain period. (get the connection? Career-carrier?) This process (not the choosing process but the process of growth-continuation) ensures that the mortal life-span of humans does not hinder their existence on earth. This life-ensuring process is called reproduction and is very complicated in nature to say the least.
The humans in their course of life do various things which may seem strange to us. I would like to point out a few of them now. First of all, their mortality is not their only limitation. They have such limitations on regular basis. To simplify, they have to “sleep” everyday for at least 3-4hours to keep their system working. The mechanism of sleep is something, even the humans aren’t fully sure of. What they do in this method is that they lie down on a flat surface or take the maximum surface area they can get and close their eyes and do “nothing” other than the essential mechanisms needed for living. And in that state, they are semi-conscious and have no clue of what is happening around them. Also, while sleeping, another activity called dreaming is carried out simultaneously. Dreaming is a phenomenon which I relate to sight. In dreaming, one virtually sees different things in his/her mind. It is so wonderful an experience that humans use the term “dreaming” to describe somebody fantasizing something. I personally feel it is one of the most wonderful things a human does which is missing in our land. I spend most of my time enjoying this particular activity.
Oh! Why did I mention this activity in the beginning? Now I feel like doing it NOW. Well, sorry for the abrupt stop. I will surely continue with my notes in the next post here, for there are many more things worth mentioning.
For now, I loved spending time with this blog. I thank Gayatri for everything she has done for me till now. (Only platonically, people! There is nothing between me and Gayatri. We are just friends. Oh about this line too, I would surely like to write about). Chalo then, byyee people.
A GUEST BLOGGER (!) who wants to post an article he/she/it (that’s a confusion as of now) has written. About the blogger, well, (for convenience sake let us call him a “he”) he is an “alien” with a name that cannot be articulated in a pronounceable sound on earth (as he says it). Anyways, what is in a name? He has been on earth for the past 19years, researching on humans, in a camouflage of a girl. (oh! So should I be mentioning him as a girl?!?!?!? Anyways that’s beside the point) Well, as he says it, there are many fellow-beings from his land, doing research on various other things and he is specializing on humans. So here is a brief introduction of his research. He has promised to give some contributions to my blog whenever I get too busy to not utilize this space. Let’s keep the fingers crossed!!! So, over to him.
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Well, sorry for the inconvenience. It is to tell my fellow beings why I am giving out such confidential information here. I just explained them the bond I share with Gayatri ( no, no, she is not my girlfriend… We don’t have such concepts in our land. Psst: She is all over me all the time and would love to be my girlfriend and that is the reason why she likes mentioning me as a “he”. She is even willing to leave her land and come to our land with me, but that’s not how it works. Don’t worry, nothing like that is happening, not until my land starts accepting this concept. If that happens, I promise, Gayatri will surely be the girl of my tiffkjfh (well, you all call it “life”!)
About my research work, I don’t know how to start. You know, it is weird for me how you people write and type and speak for communication. In our land, the “system” is not as closed as yours. It is quite difficult to make you understand that there is no such thing as a thought-barrier that obstructs you from reading other’s thoughts. I will later on, in my notes, write about this topic in detail. As of now, let me start off my research’s written presentation in brief points. Here is where I begin.
Humans are basically a specific kind of species found on earth who are, in simple terms, of a shape of a sphere connected to a small cylinder which is linked to a flat cuboidal structure (with curved corners) having two cylindrical slightly obelisk extensions on sides and bottom. In case of women (oh! They are classified into two on gender basis: men and women), there are two semi-spheres attached to the upper part of the cuboidal structure (which are absent in the intial stages) whereas in men there is another cylindrical extension near the end of the cuboidal structure. On the whole, a human body resembles the picture I have put across. To name all of them, the sphere is known as the head, the cylinder is the neck, the cuboid is the torso, extensions on the sides are the hands and in the bottom are the legs. There are two more semi-spheres in the back of the body connecting the torso and the legs known as buttocks, colloquially called as bums. This text may seem vulgar to many humans if I name the semi-spheres and the cylinder, so I would like to ‘not’ mention it. &^$7.8”9 and ^^*923@ they are called. This whole structure is covered from head to toe with “skin” and they come in three colours: black, pale white, and pale peach. There are different shades and hints these colours are available in. Also, there are fibrous things found on top of the head, known as hair. Humans like experimenting with the length of their hair so there is no specific length I can mention here. These gristly-looking things are found all over the body in shorter lengths which women tend to remove by various means. So basically, one major differentiation factor can be the length of hair on top (men prefer keeping it short, though trends are changing) and on body. Hair is also available in various shades and colour and also different textures. On basis of texture they can be broadly classified as straight, curly and wavy(a mixture of the previous two).
“What is interesting in a human body is that it isnot made only of this. There are many more organs inside this structure which are hidden. As you will know with further reading that a human system is in many layers and that many things are veiled from direct contact. It goes to such an extent that I believe it might be somebody from our land who would have quoted that looks can be deceiving. So trust me, when you are around humans, there is a lot more going on than you see. Just mentioned it to put you on your guards.
Humans are not eternal and have a mortal span of existence which they call as life. Every life begins with a small body which eventually “grows” into a bigger manifestation of the initial form. But this growth is limited only for a certain period of time, i.e until the age of 18-19years or so. The system was so designed that they grow up to the aforementioned age and then they create another human which starts growing in the very way, so that the process of growth is kept on continuation. But human species have altered the mechanism to growing to that particular age, then having a stagnation period in growth where they focus on other pressing matters (which will be discussed later in my research work) of human life, most often their ‘careers’ for a period varying from 5years to even 13-14years and then carry on to creating other humans for “growth continuation” as I call it. So basically, they opt for their ‘career’ and leave aside their job of life-carrier’ for a certain period. (get the connection? Career-carrier?) This process (not the choosing process but the process of growth-continuation) ensures that the mortal life-span of humans does not hinder their existence on earth. This life-ensuring process is called reproduction and is very complicated in nature to say the least.
The humans in their course of life do various things which may seem strange to us. I would like to point out a few of them now. First of all, their mortality is not their only limitation. They have such limitations on regular basis. To simplify, they have to “sleep” everyday for at least 3-4hours to keep their system working. The mechanism of sleep is something, even the humans aren’t fully sure of. What they do in this method is that they lie down on a flat surface or take the maximum surface area they can get and close their eyes and do “nothing” other than the essential mechanisms needed for living. And in that state, they are semi-conscious and have no clue of what is happening around them. Also, while sleeping, another activity called dreaming is carried out simultaneously. Dreaming is a phenomenon which I relate to sight. In dreaming, one virtually sees different things in his/her mind. It is so wonderful an experience that humans use the term “dreaming” to describe somebody fantasizing something. I personally feel it is one of the most wonderful things a human does which is missing in our land. I spend most of my time enjoying this particular activity.
Oh! Why did I mention this activity in the beginning? Now I feel like doing it NOW. Well, sorry for the abrupt stop. I will surely continue with my notes in the next post here, for there are many more things worth mentioning.
For now, I loved spending time with this blog. I thank Gayatri for everything she has done for me till now. (Only platonically, people! There is nothing between me and Gayatri. We are just friends. Oh about this line too, I would surely like to write about). Chalo then, byyee people.
Lameness!!!! But I loveeeeee it!
Hey people, people, pee-pal, pal, pal, al, al, l…..
That was the echo effect because I feel this blog has been pushed to a secluded area for a long time (the echo effect is a result of clashing into old posts). Sorry for that. Lameness, I know. But what to do? So typical of me. Cant part with myself, can I?
Soooo… Well first of all, I had a very happy weekend with my family who had come down to Manipal. Loved every moment I spent with Adarsh and Nikhil whom I declare as the most adorable kids of the world (and yes, extremely good-looking these young chaps are!)
Again family-time. I love talking about my family, in case new people are visiting my blog. I have realized that my family LOVES talking lame. You might think that we have a huge stock of lame topics to discuss about (which we keep updating every now and then), but NO! It just comes to us naturally. Unlimited inner-resource, I say. And yes, that is enough to keep us entertained all day long. A silliest joke can be stretched throughout the day and be laughed at for hours without break. YES! My family is a wonder. TRUE WONDER!
A “jump-cut” to next topic (I am learning TV production, so that’s the reason for the jargon). Well here is a confession. The reason I used to blog a lot was because I always wanted a space where I could express myself and hoped my love-interest would read it with interest and would know me inside-out because of it. I always wanted that special someone to read each of my blog post and remember every single detail. BUT now that I have a person that fits into my frame of crush specifications, I got to know that he isn’t very much into blog-reading. In fact I even doubt that he has ever opened my blog. So I find all my efforts in maintaining the blog wasted and I spend as much time and energy in repeating the same thing all-over again for him to know (which again, I think he hardly pays any attention to: which is quite disappointing. *SIGH*)
Well, again stopping abruptly here I am taking a leap again into another topic. Gosh, I should blog more often. Writing is becoming such an effort these days. Anyways, this is not where I am leaping into. I have more stock of news.
So, what else??? Ok… Now I should began my stock of lame jokes I basically wanted to share. (Embarrassment came when I thought of beginning the post with it. SO basically added pointless things before).
• Ohhkkk.. Hmm… A girl who is ‘pretty’ can also be ‘pretty’ smart. But a girl who is ‘smart’ cannot be ‘smart’ pretty. So now you know, why looks matter! :D:D:D:D:D
• Have you realized that if you do too much of hindi “pee” (drink), you invariably end up doing a lot of English “pee”!!!! (genius, am I not?)
• When you baby-talk(!), good girl is “google” and good boy is “goodbye”. Does that mean that boys who baby talk “google” for good girls and girls, who do the same, say goodbye to “good boys”? Needs some serious decoding here. (pretty confusing na? Wasn’t able to frame this thought in a better way!)
• Yes, swine flu was a major concern sometime back. I pity those, who had their wedding scheduled sometime during the peak of the disease spread. Imagine, the groom and the bride dressed all so nicely also wearing a hideous N-95 swine flu mask on their wedding. And to add to that all the guests too wearing them. Sad, it would have been…. They would never want to see or show their wedding album to anybody. Fancy dress competition it would have looked like.
• Hmm… So I was recently travelling in a chair-train where it was mentioned near every seat, the type of seat it was. That is W (window), M (middle) and A (aisle). Basically WMA. As usual, I had to come up with something really lame so I sat thinking and thought that this could be also interpreted as W (Women), M (men) and A (animal). Imagine a train in which, in every row, a woman is sitting beside a man, who is sitting next to an animal. And different animal on every seat. On some extremely large animals like an elephant or rhinocerous and on some small (kutti) animals maybe like a bug or a lizard. Comical, I pictured it to be. SO! Basically this joke isn’t bad or sad. If you have a good imagination you will find it funny. It depends on you. I know, I know, Nishaan would have made such a nice joke out of this idea. I am not him, am I?
• Ok. This joke may seem a little indecent. But fine. I hardly talk like this. If good jokes come out of such things, I cant help stop myself. (Btw, why I am justifying??????? YUCK!) So basically, once both my room-mates had loose-motions or diarrhea together. When one of them informed the other, she said OMG! Me too. Same pinch. And they went to give a high-five to each other. BUT! Since they were both sick, they were both feeling low, instead of giving a ‘high’-five, shouldn’t they have given a ‘low’-five. Pretty logical, right? Anyways, one of them went on saying that she wants to have dinner at PP (parota point) as she felt like PP that day. AHEM!!!! PP or poopy????? HEHEHEHEHEH.. Yuck, I know. WHATEVER!!!!
• Parents are so innovative when it comes to ways of torturing their children. First of all they have the liberty to name their children whatever they feel like. Some parents go out of their way to give their kids some of the most embarrassing jumble of syllables. I seriously doubt that they really were having a jolly “high” time when they named their kids. Other than this, some parents have more ways of amusing themselves. Like one of my friend’s friend’s mom wanted a girl and not a boy which was born. So, for her amusement, the boy had long hair till his 3rd grade or something and was considered a sardar. And the mother enjoyed combing his hair all the while. Crazy, right. Well, if that’s the case, I don’t want to be alien to such fun. In fact, I want to go beyond them and be a master of it. I am thinking of naming my children mummy and daddy. Such a happy family it will be. Mummy will call mummy mummy and mummy will also call mummy mummy. Same with daddy too. For further innovative ideas of naming your kids, please contact my awesome brother-in-law, Mr. Kushagra Saxena. Well, yesterday I was chatting with my room-mate and she gave me this whole idea of giving drugs to a small baby... Imagine a little baby getting high and doing weird things. He doesn’t have any idea about the “bad” things of the world, so basically it would be a sort of experiment to know the effects of it. NICE, it will be, I feel.
• Well, there is a new movie called “wake up sid” everybody is really looking forward to. So my roomie yesterday said,”Hey! Let’s all go to wake up sid tomorrow!” Well immediately a number of replies sprang in my head. Here I am listing them:
o Reply 1: Hmm… But first let us ask him to sleep now.
o Reply 2: Umm… Shouldn’t we rather buy him an alarm clock?
o Reply 3: I would rather not. He doesn’t like people waking him up.
o Reply 4: Do so many people need to go, just to wake him up? What is he, kumbhakarna?
o (AND THE BEST ONE) Reply 5: Oh! Lets not take all the trouble. He will be up surely. You see, there will be a lot of people who will go for (read: to) wake up sid!
I know it isn’t even lame anymore. It is becoming yucky now. Hmm… BTW, I feel so nice blogging after such a long time. Smiles, smiles.
P.S. Btw have I ever mentioned that I dont like calling 'love' as lowwwwe, laauuu, lauwweee.... EWWW....
That was the echo effect because I feel this blog has been pushed to a secluded area for a long time (the echo effect is a result of clashing into old posts). Sorry for that. Lameness, I know. But what to do? So typical of me. Cant part with myself, can I?
Soooo… Well first of all, I had a very happy weekend with my family who had come down to Manipal. Loved every moment I spent with Adarsh and Nikhil whom I declare as the most adorable kids of the world (and yes, extremely good-looking these young chaps are!)
Again family-time. I love talking about my family, in case new people are visiting my blog. I have realized that my family LOVES talking lame. You might think that we have a huge stock of lame topics to discuss about (which we keep updating every now and then), but NO! It just comes to us naturally. Unlimited inner-resource, I say. And yes, that is enough to keep us entertained all day long. A silliest joke can be stretched throughout the day and be laughed at for hours without break. YES! My family is a wonder. TRUE WONDER!
A “jump-cut” to next topic (I am learning TV production, so that’s the reason for the jargon). Well here is a confession. The reason I used to blog a lot was because I always wanted a space where I could express myself and hoped my love-interest would read it with interest and would know me inside-out because of it. I always wanted that special someone to read each of my blog post and remember every single detail. BUT now that I have a person that fits into my frame of crush specifications, I got to know that he isn’t very much into blog-reading. In fact I even doubt that he has ever opened my blog. So I find all my efforts in maintaining the blog wasted and I spend as much time and energy in repeating the same thing all-over again for him to know (which again, I think he hardly pays any attention to: which is quite disappointing. *SIGH*)
Well, again stopping abruptly here I am taking a leap again into another topic. Gosh, I should blog more often. Writing is becoming such an effort these days. Anyways, this is not where I am leaping into. I have more stock of news.
So, what else??? Ok… Now I should began my stock of lame jokes I basically wanted to share. (Embarrassment came when I thought of beginning the post with it. SO basically added pointless things before).
• Ohhkkk.. Hmm… A girl who is ‘pretty’ can also be ‘pretty’ smart. But a girl who is ‘smart’ cannot be ‘smart’ pretty. So now you know, why looks matter! :D:D:D:D:D
• Have you realized that if you do too much of hindi “pee” (drink), you invariably end up doing a lot of English “pee”!!!! (genius, am I not?)
• When you baby-talk(!), good girl is “google” and good boy is “goodbye”. Does that mean that boys who baby talk “google” for good girls and girls, who do the same, say goodbye to “good boys”? Needs some serious decoding here. (pretty confusing na? Wasn’t able to frame this thought in a better way!)
• Yes, swine flu was a major concern sometime back. I pity those, who had their wedding scheduled sometime during the peak of the disease spread. Imagine, the groom and the bride dressed all so nicely also wearing a hideous N-95 swine flu mask on their wedding. And to add to that all the guests too wearing them. Sad, it would have been…. They would never want to see or show their wedding album to anybody. Fancy dress competition it would have looked like.
• Hmm… So I was recently travelling in a chair-train where it was mentioned near every seat, the type of seat it was. That is W (window), M (middle) and A (aisle). Basically WMA. As usual, I had to come up with something really lame so I sat thinking and thought that this could be also interpreted as W (Women), M (men) and A (animal). Imagine a train in which, in every row, a woman is sitting beside a man, who is sitting next to an animal. And different animal on every seat. On some extremely large animals like an elephant or rhinocerous and on some small (kutti) animals maybe like a bug or a lizard. Comical, I pictured it to be. SO! Basically this joke isn’t bad or sad. If you have a good imagination you will find it funny. It depends on you. I know, I know, Nishaan would have made such a nice joke out of this idea. I am not him, am I?
• Ok. This joke may seem a little indecent. But fine. I hardly talk like this. If good jokes come out of such things, I cant help stop myself. (Btw, why I am justifying??????? YUCK!) So basically, once both my room-mates had loose-motions or diarrhea together. When one of them informed the other, she said OMG! Me too. Same pinch. And they went to give a high-five to each other. BUT! Since they were both sick, they were both feeling low, instead of giving a ‘high’-five, shouldn’t they have given a ‘low’-five. Pretty logical, right? Anyways, one of them went on saying that she wants to have dinner at PP (parota point) as she felt like PP that day. AHEM!!!! PP or poopy????? HEHEHEHEHEH.. Yuck, I know. WHATEVER!!!!
• Parents are so innovative when it comes to ways of torturing their children. First of all they have the liberty to name their children whatever they feel like. Some parents go out of their way to give their kids some of the most embarrassing jumble of syllables. I seriously doubt that they really were having a jolly “high” time when they named their kids. Other than this, some parents have more ways of amusing themselves. Like one of my friend’s friend’s mom wanted a girl and not a boy which was born. So, for her amusement, the boy had long hair till his 3rd grade or something and was considered a sardar. And the mother enjoyed combing his hair all the while. Crazy, right. Well, if that’s the case, I don’t want to be alien to such fun. In fact, I want to go beyond them and be a master of it. I am thinking of naming my children mummy and daddy. Such a happy family it will be. Mummy will call mummy mummy and mummy will also call mummy mummy. Same with daddy too. For further innovative ideas of naming your kids, please contact my awesome brother-in-law, Mr. Kushagra Saxena. Well, yesterday I was chatting with my room-mate and she gave me this whole idea of giving drugs to a small baby... Imagine a little baby getting high and doing weird things. He doesn’t have any idea about the “bad” things of the world, so basically it would be a sort of experiment to know the effects of it. NICE, it will be, I feel.
• Well, there is a new movie called “wake up sid” everybody is really looking forward to. So my roomie yesterday said,”Hey! Let’s all go to wake up sid tomorrow!” Well immediately a number of replies sprang in my head. Here I am listing them:
o Reply 1: Hmm… But first let us ask him to sleep now.
o Reply 2: Umm… Shouldn’t we rather buy him an alarm clock?
o Reply 3: I would rather not. He doesn’t like people waking him up.
o Reply 4: Do so many people need to go, just to wake him up? What is he, kumbhakarna?
o (AND THE BEST ONE) Reply 5: Oh! Lets not take all the trouble. He will be up surely. You see, there will be a lot of people who will go for (read: to) wake up sid!
I know it isn’t even lame anymore. It is becoming yucky now. Hmm… BTW, I feel so nice blogging after such a long time. Smiles, smiles.
P.S. Btw have I ever mentioned that I dont like calling 'love' as lowwwwe, laauuu, lauwweee.... EWWW....
Friday, May 15, 2009
Random Things
Hello dear readers! (if at all there are any) I somehow feel that I have lost even the original set of loyal readers because of my adamancy of writing flippant blog posts. So anyways, if by chance they peep in, here is another reason annoy them. Here is a list of some random secrets about me! (Yippee readers)
1. I have this strange fetish towards all the English words starting with the letter V but I don’t like names beginning with the same letter much. I still have to figure out why.
2. Toilet is my best place for ideas generation.
3. I still get confused between left and right. I usually look at both my thumbs to know which one is right and which one is left (or wrong), otherwise I usually end up mentioning the other one. P.S: I have a small mole on my left thumb and that is how I figure out the correct side.
4. I suffer from DRIS (Delayed response to internal stimulus)… That is, whenever I make up my mind to do even the simplest of things, I procrastinate the work till it loses its importance. Well that reminds, if you are reading this, Vineeth I have been wanting to scrap you since a long time, how is Australia? Pity that Niyati is unaware of my blog, otherwise I would have apologized for not wishing her on her birthday that was on April 2. And yeah, Sanju I really think of replying to your messages every single day. This disease just doesn’t let me.
5. I do crazy things when I have a crush on somebody. And such things hardly would make a difference to my crush. For example, I preferred to not eat onions and garlic when I had a crush on Dhruv who happened to be a Jain. And the diary in which I have written about him is hilarious. Your sides will pain endlessly after reading it. As for my second crush, OOPS, I should better be quiet.
6. Though it would be hardly believable if you see my room, but I really like: folding clothes, putting bedsheets and also packing things in a bag for any journey. This reminds me that whenever I start cleaning my room, folding towels indicates that I am about to finish my cleaning.
7. I want to visit a cemetery on my first date.
8. A good advice from my side: if you have cooked something really good but it was quite less to satisfy everybody, don’t make the same dish again immediately even if everybody asks you to do so. A) You will never be able to make it as delicious as before as hard as you may try. B) Even if you do make it as yummy as the last time, by the time you make it, the hunger would have abated and nobody would be in a mood to eat more. SO it is kind of disappointing.
9. I hate small formal conversations with acquaintances. I hate asking these formal “How are you”, “Whats up”, “Where are you coming from”, “Had dinner?”, “How was your vacation” and all and equally hate answering them. But surprisingly I expect everybody I know to pass me a smile while passing me and really get annoyed when not done so.
10. I have a knack of finding lost things immediately (at least before anybody else does so). I usually find even the least expected things that could be found. And yes, I am an expert in losing things too, so this ability comes handy. And yes, can’t do much about cases where something broke or was stolen. Otherwise I never lose stuff.
11. Killing ants is one of my favourite activities in my room in Manipal.
12. I have a bald patch on my head which is as embarrassing as it is noticeable. WHY??!!??!
13. I really fancy having a monkey as my pet in future!
14. I really used to love collecting the “love is” cut-outs from Times of India when I was a kid. The idea was initially Umakka’s and I would love to find the collection back.
15. My most intelligent answer ever was wrong! I was a kid, maybe two and a half or so and my dad had taught me numbers till 10. I had just learnt to call them in proper order and my dad suddenly asks me if one plus one is two, what would be two plus two. I immediately squealed three. When asked why I said because when you did one ‘plus’ one the result was the immediate next number. So when you add two ‘plus’ two, it should be three, the next number to it. SAD! Such logics don’t make mathematics…
16. Well, I am a writing genius! I mean, I can write a word in eight different ways. Plainly, reverse, Upside-down, upside-down-reverse, Mirror-image-plain, Mirror-image-reverse, mirror-image-upside down, mirror-image-upside down-reverse! Well, if you are confused by this itself, then trust me, writing so if tougher.
17. I HAD this bothersome habit of scratching my scalp wildly and violently every night before sleeping. Apparently it was my way of putting myself to sleep. Good news family, I don’t seem to do it anymore. Only that it has been conveniently replaced by ear-scouring.
18. I love boys with prominent jaw-lines but not girls having so. It is a typical masculine feature and very attractive. Katrina Kaif is the only exception I think who looks look with such a noticeable jaw-line.
19. I think 2-D Snake is the coolest mobile game ever (you get them only in basic nokia sets). Each time I play it, I challenge myself to a score and assume if I reach that score some particular thing will happen. Like, if I reach 3000, I will get into MICA or whatever be the last two digits of my score would be the percentage of my compatibility with my crush or some crazy thing like that. Try it out, it makes it more interesting. Just don’t be silly like me and tell it to the world. It might pose a threat to your sanity.
20. Well, this was a pretext to not study for some time. But seriously I should go and start studying now. Family don’t worry, I will be studying now. You can leave this page now with this assurance.
Others, gullible, my family isn’t it???? :-P… :-D
1. I have this strange fetish towards all the English words starting with the letter V but I don’t like names beginning with the same letter much. I still have to figure out why.
2. Toilet is my best place for ideas generation.
3. I still get confused between left and right. I usually look at both my thumbs to know which one is right and which one is left (or wrong), otherwise I usually end up mentioning the other one. P.S: I have a small mole on my left thumb and that is how I figure out the correct side.
4. I suffer from DRIS (Delayed response to internal stimulus)… That is, whenever I make up my mind to do even the simplest of things, I procrastinate the work till it loses its importance. Well that reminds, if you are reading this, Vineeth I have been wanting to scrap you since a long time, how is Australia? Pity that Niyati is unaware of my blog, otherwise I would have apologized for not wishing her on her birthday that was on April 2. And yeah, Sanju I really think of replying to your messages every single day. This disease just doesn’t let me.
5. I do crazy things when I have a crush on somebody. And such things hardly would make a difference to my crush. For example, I preferred to not eat onions and garlic when I had a crush on Dhruv who happened to be a Jain. And the diary in which I have written about him is hilarious. Your sides will pain endlessly after reading it. As for my second crush, OOPS, I should better be quiet.
6. Though it would be hardly believable if you see my room, but I really like: folding clothes, putting bedsheets and also packing things in a bag for any journey. This reminds me that whenever I start cleaning my room, folding towels indicates that I am about to finish my cleaning.
7. I want to visit a cemetery on my first date.
8. A good advice from my side: if you have cooked something really good but it was quite less to satisfy everybody, don’t make the same dish again immediately even if everybody asks you to do so. A) You will never be able to make it as delicious as before as hard as you may try. B) Even if you do make it as yummy as the last time, by the time you make it, the hunger would have abated and nobody would be in a mood to eat more. SO it is kind of disappointing.
9. I hate small formal conversations with acquaintances. I hate asking these formal “How are you”, “Whats up”, “Where are you coming from”, “Had dinner?”, “How was your vacation” and all and equally hate answering them. But surprisingly I expect everybody I know to pass me a smile while passing me and really get annoyed when not done so.
10. I have a knack of finding lost things immediately (at least before anybody else does so). I usually find even the least expected things that could be found. And yes, I am an expert in losing things too, so this ability comes handy. And yes, can’t do much about cases where something broke or was stolen. Otherwise I never lose stuff.
11. Killing ants is one of my favourite activities in my room in Manipal.
12. I have a bald patch on my head which is as embarrassing as it is noticeable. WHY??!!??!
13. I really fancy having a monkey as my pet in future!
14. I really used to love collecting the “love is” cut-outs from Times of India when I was a kid. The idea was initially Umakka’s and I would love to find the collection back.
15. My most intelligent answer ever was wrong! I was a kid, maybe two and a half or so and my dad had taught me numbers till 10. I had just learnt to call them in proper order and my dad suddenly asks me if one plus one is two, what would be two plus two. I immediately squealed three. When asked why I said because when you did one ‘plus’ one the result was the immediate next number. So when you add two ‘plus’ two, it should be three, the next number to it. SAD! Such logics don’t make mathematics…
16. Well, I am a writing genius! I mean, I can write a word in eight different ways. Plainly, reverse, Upside-down, upside-down-reverse, Mirror-image-plain, Mirror-image-reverse, mirror-image-upside down, mirror-image-upside down-reverse! Well, if you are confused by this itself, then trust me, writing so if tougher.
17. I HAD this bothersome habit of scratching my scalp wildly and violently every night before sleeping. Apparently it was my way of putting myself to sleep. Good news family, I don’t seem to do it anymore. Only that it has been conveniently replaced by ear-scouring.
18. I love boys with prominent jaw-lines but not girls having so. It is a typical masculine feature and very attractive. Katrina Kaif is the only exception I think who looks look with such a noticeable jaw-line.
19. I think 2-D Snake is the coolest mobile game ever (you get them only in basic nokia sets). Each time I play it, I challenge myself to a score and assume if I reach that score some particular thing will happen. Like, if I reach 3000, I will get into MICA or whatever be the last two digits of my score would be the percentage of my compatibility with my crush or some crazy thing like that. Try it out, it makes it more interesting. Just don’t be silly like me and tell it to the world. It might pose a threat to your sanity.
20. Well, this was a pretext to not study for some time. But seriously I should go and start studying now. Family don’t worry, I will be studying now. You can leave this page now with this assurance.
Others, gullible, my family isn’t it???? :-P… :-D
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