Days go by...

Days go by..
They jus whiz past me. Us. Lalalalala.

^^ No. This isnt a song, nor is it a poem.

Bleh.. being mawkish is too boring.


So yeah. I spent today, which is a sunday, puking and drinking tea and all. It was a bit gross too, so you dont need to know about it.

Back to business, as usual.

Continuing.. I TRIED to watch a movie BUT turns out ki my computer froze in between, when I was trying to increase the volume.

So yeah. Another day jus whizzed past and I didnt even realise it.

Gah. Fiddledeedee.
Coz everything amounts to that. Always.

Oh. AND. If you didnt get the phrase/term that I've typed (used) above, read Gone With a Wind. Or consult UrbanDictionary. You moron. -_-

psst.. I recently lost my innovativeness (if you can call it that, bleh) in an accident, so right now, I'm honestly outta stupid topics. It doesnt matter. I still get free orange juice coz I'm still in the hospital bed and Vitamin C is good for my.. erm, skin?

Pathetically inept.

I ordered a pizza and am waiting for it. :D

My mom read my blog. The only thing she said was that I'm wasting time on useless shit. I think deep deep down inside, shez right :P

Oh, and Im also waiting for Sheru. Holidays can be boring. Orkut can be boring. Facebook can be boring (pia actually :). Watching animal rights videos on youtube can be boring. Damn, everything can be boring. Infact, everything IS boring. -_-

*feels uselesss*

Yeah. And frankly, I hate thinking and then writing. Gah-ha. -_-

I'd rather read blogs. :D

You COULD categorize this an an inane post. But whoz listening to you, BITCH! -_-

Right. The pizzas here. Yesh I'm a shutterbug AND I hog more than a pig.

Bon Appetit to myself. :D

Out on a Limb

This was one of those insignificant incidents, which a person is bound to forget. Or simply ignore.

You know, they say that... A moment's insight is sometimes worth a life's experience.

It was late evening. My temperature had suddenly soared to some weird number, and having no other option, I went to the local doctor. He treated people in his house and everyone had to wait in a room while a person was inside.

There were some newspapers on a table and a few chairs here and there. There was an iron bench in the corner of the room.

There were seven of us: An old lady, in an old white saree. It was obvious that she was a widow. Then there was this couple, who were talking to one another in hushed tones. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but all the same, I wasn't interested. The fourth person was a lady, with a bored look on her face. She was probably accompanying her daughter, who had dark circles under her eyes, and coughed a lot. It was obvious that she considered waiting for the doctor a nuisance. And then, us - me and my dad.

Whilst I was waiting, I saw a man walk out of the shawdows. I sneaked a glance at him, and was horrified to see that he had only one leg, and badly damaged crutches. No one accompanied him, and it cost him a great deal of strength to move even a single step forward.

The old man. Yeah... he had a very stony look on his face; it seemed to me as if he hated life. He probably had no one to care for him or look after him, maybe thats why he looked so lonely.

He wore a tattered dhoti and a shirt. He limped to the pole, rested for a while and then entered the room. He knew it would be real hard for him to get up if he sat down, so he remained in an upright position. The old lady, seeing all this, and overwhelmed by pity, simply told him that he could go next; she would wait. She was truly helpful. His expression remained the same, and even though he dint show gratitude, I could sense it. Maybe. Not.

I pitied the guy so much; he seemed grief-stricked, but somehow seemed to have hardened himself, jus like a coconut shell. His face showed NO grief or pain, jus a strange loneliness.

Ironically, the couple hadn't even noticed him. They were still talking, in the same hushed tones.

The woman and her daughter were, in plain words, horrified. The lady was appaled, because she was probably a huge snob who did not want to see some poor old guy in a clinic.

*distorted views*

While all of us were waiting, the old man himself started speaking to break that eerie silence. "The doctor gave me some medicines; you know, those 'high power' ones. Their side effects must be the cause of my illness", said he. She nodded, and smiled a quiet, understanding smile.

Finally, some person came out of the room and the old man slowly trudged in. He didn't come out for a long time. Everyone outside was getting restless, especially the lady. She shot a "its-because-of-you-that-I'm-getting-late" look at her. The old lady was smarting under her angry gaze. She quickly took a newspaper and pretended to read it, to hide her embarrassement.

After some time, the man came out. the woman stood up, and walked inside before the old lady could. The old lady just sighed and sat down again to wait.

The couple was still talking. I'm sure they hadn't the slightest idea of what had been happening all this time.

The old man, walked out, givin a disgusted look to the lady who whipped past him. I watched him slowly limping away into the darkness.... till the faint outline of him leaning on his supporters vanished.

The old lady went inside as soon as the the other lady came out. Shortly afterwards, I went in.

The couple had to be Asked to go inside, they were so engrossed in their conversation.

Afterward, while walking back to the car, me and my dad, we saw the old lady knocking on a green door. The place had a haunted look about it; it was deserted and... forlorn.

The man was nowhere to be seen.

So yeah. I never saw the man again, and probably never will. But... there was this look on his face... this haunted look that I'll never forget.

Even though two years have passed since I saw the old man, I can still recount ever little detail accurately.
Its been etched in my memory. Literally.

"I cried because I had no shoes. Until I saw a man who had no feet"



P.S.: to be edited n improved upon.

I'm the Garbage Girl! =)

You'll live in a shack. You make $100.00 a year. You don't own a car. Your job will be either ice cream vendor or garbage person. Your husband/wife: Fairly old, and very serious. There will be too many kids that you can't handle. Because of a disease, you will die when you're 50. But you'll make it to heaven!


^^ I dint say that. Facebook does. :D

You see, I tend to believe these fortune waale things. So yeah, guess what??!
I've ALREADY decided how I'm gonna earn money Nevertheless :P



Case I: If I become an Ice cream Vendor...
I'll earn money by sueing people. Its pretty easy, coz I already asked an e-pal to be my lawyer. For free.
I'll probably give him and his family ice cream forever. For free obviously. :D
Point is, I'll sue people from orkut for posting celebrity ke pics (which is outta bounds, ya know)
If that doesnt work out, I have my brilliant gonna be lawyer friend to work out some case :D :D

Case II: If I becomne the garbage girl :D
I've already managed to rope in a few people (with similar fortunes) with me, in the garbage business.
We'll be called the Garbage Gang! B-)
We'll merge all our businesses, and start living in a mansion and bloody donate to charity!

Note: If people with similar fortunes wanna join the Garbage Gang, you guys always welcome :)

And all those people who got the you’ll earn a million dollars fortune are UNwelcome!! X-(
I'm SO darned envious X-(

But don't worry, I'll make sure The Garbage Gang buys ALL those mansions in which they're gonna live SECLUDED with jus ONE kid :|

MUHAHAHAHAHAHA! :D

Fly Away

I wrote this poem on impulse. Don’t even know WHY. =D

psst.. it SUCKS. I know it does, and u HAVTA take MY word for that. Okay? Okay.

Fly Away

I want to beat
a hasty retreat,
because I want to fly
away. Just one try,
because I want to sing
for which I may get a ring,
But I want to have wings
of all the things
coz I want to fly
free, in the sky
without a worry
just to bury
all negativity
and bring about simplicity
coz at the end of the day
you gotta have yer way
and pray…
that you fly... away

That is why I want to have wings...
to clear away the bings
located in every nook and cranny
of the earth.
Bereft of mirth
and withstanding tyranny,
people sweat in the city
for they want to bring about positivity
coz at the end of the day
you gotta have yer way
and pray
that you fly... away.



see. I TOLD you -_-

My Inspiration!

I started this blog just a few days ago. I've never actually thought about blogging... coz I have a preconceived notion in my head that the way I write is boring and all.

Note: I dont mean to imply the contrary by saying that, nor do I wanna indicate that my style of writing is bad. :D

Well... there's a WHOLE story behind that preconceived notion.

When I was in 9th grade, my (new) english teacher started telling me that the way I write is PATHETIC and that I'm Never gonna get marks if I write the way I do. That left me all dejected, but I simply continued writing the way I did. I consequently started gettin bad marks and all. Stuff like 60-something outta 100 and all. It... it made me wanna stab myself... and I TOTALLY stopped writing, readin, everything.

I also used to read a lot of books. My teacher encouraged me to Stop all that, and concentrate on stuff like active and passive voice and direct and indirect speech and the past perfect tense... and blah. Stuff :I HONESTLY Dont mean to sound prejudiced... but I cant help it. :(

LOL... okay, that was the sad part ^^. I HATE my teacher, and I gradually lost my love for the language because of her telling me that I can Never do well if I write the way I do. Which IS true, but the good part is... that there was this ONE person who actually ENCOURAGED me... to write. I have actually started writing poems and all (which I left in 9th grade, btw)... I feel SOO thankful to that ONE person... jus coz she made me believe in myself. Telling me that everyone has their own way of writing and it wasnt necessary that that you HAVTA write the conventional way to get marks. and ALSO (implicitly) that marks arent the only things in life

Thanks Vivienne. =)

She's the Solace... of EVERYTHING for me.

Yer the best! =)

The Science of Names :P

NAMES fascinate me! Yeah... they do.

I know. Its weird. People are fascinated by colors, by numbers, but here I am. Fascinated by names :D

I cant help it. I'm always thinking of new names and stuff that rhymes.

And oh! I was studying science... its dumb. I hate science :

Anyway, it was about reflex arcs. I dont remember the definition. But I can explain. Blinking the eyes. ;-) (thats winking, and yeah, winking is Voluntary and blinking is Involutary)
But anyway,
who cares about reflex arcs?
I'd rather go to the park
and watch dogs bark :D
Honest.

LOL. Maybe thats why I'm a rhetorical rhymester. I jus wanna rhyme words, correctly or incorrectly, using big words or dumb words, I jus wanna RHYME in life. :D