Regardless of what people say or claim to believe, Nights 'in' are more fun than nights 'out'...
Here are a few reasons why...(i'd like to look back and know them anyway)
But hang on, i should really describe the people involved first...just cuz' i feel like it..
S.Ch-the personification of the pretty young thing...fun...carefree and kinda adorable
Probably cute enough, and young enough, to encourage maternal (i know i know) feelings towards the kid...
Ak-smart funny...laughs at bout everything and can unconsciously lead you to believe (with disasterous results) that you are, in fact, the funniest person in the room...everyone likes such a person
Vi-awww..inverse twin and charismatic leader...wild, unpredicatable yet very much so...love exists beyond reason and logic...also my glitter green queen...
and ofcourse ...yours truly... with a dose of personal righteousness...(mummas girl at times but maybe cuz theres a lack of dissenting opinions b/w them)
Now heres why nights 'in' are fun...
a)No need to spend about half your time together trying to look your best/ thinnest/ hottest *insert suitable fashionable word*
b)Your allowed to want to, and eventually indulge in, long (lonnnnggg) conversations with better halves or worse halves or just some part of you..(this time can also be constructively managed by the other (un?)lucky one, who hasnt handed over a part of herself to someone else, to surf the net or come up with plans to invade the universe with red pooh stickers)
c)Food is never a problem thanks to concerned parents who supply rations for the ravenous barbarians...think chips, diet pepsi, sprite, mirinda, coke (we have distinct tastes), pasta etc.
d)Spontaneous dinner plans are also fab with a friends car being violated and a sudden rush to the bathroom pre them.
e)A feeling of satisfaction also invades the 'wild' girls as the world judges them as they prance around the (extremely) unsafe streets of Delhi at around 11 pm. Nothing like doing something stupid to feel a (false and momentary) sense of liberation.
f)Speeches made on Feminism also have more impact when your dancing around with a gang who is as rebellious without a cause as you are. (Esp speeches declared in extremely loud voices thanks to those gruelling hours of voice modulation and strength exercises for Street Plays)
g)Stopping at a paan wala shop becomes an adventure. As does annoying other well behaved diners with loud raucous laughter.
h)Settling down into comfy borrowed pjs only adds to the feeling of confort as did the lack of high heels pre donning them.
i)There exists no forced need to indulge in gyrating to tracks that one doesnt totally feel like moving ones body to.
j)Conversation impulses are indulged in to the maximum and feeling flow out like water outta some huge ..well..container ...(think a billion miles long or something...my lack of articulation scares me sometimes)
k)You can pair up pink striped pjs with a blue flowers shirt and still feel like a rockstar.
l)Arguments reach new heights of intensity when great minds disagree on topics such as Marriage, Team Work, Brand of Chips, Family Problems...you get the picture.
m)Often, if luck favours you, you may witness how A person provokes B into a heavy conversation and rolls off to sleep while C and D sit through it blinking sleepily.
n)Funny words get mixed up as sleep tries taking over and elaborately fantastical plans are agreed upon at 3 am....say getting up at 7 and driving to Noida to catch a movie.
o)The best part would be seeing 7 am whizzing past 4 sleepy girls as they grumble about the intricacies of time and how very fast it whooshes or whizzes by ...(the two words also being an area of disagreement)
p)Waking up to remembering the pasta left in the car, unopened packets of maggie, half-finished bottles of harmful soft drinks and warm sandwiches is ...interesting..
Pushin your friends out at 12.30 (cuz u gotta be else where) is also ...interesting...so much for mehmaan bhagwaan ke samaan..(ponders on the origin of proverb)...At the end of the day...(or the beginning) theres so much still to be dissected that while wavin mates away...plans for the next night 'in' have already been planned...How much more fantastic can life get exactly?
Ps-to sum it up..
Having, at 8 pm witness Vi defining your Loreal Deep Exfoliating gel wash, after use, as refreshing- probably 1/50th of a dollar
at 8.20 pm witness S.Ch call it 'okay', again after use- 1/10th of a dollar (inflation)
at 10.30 pm paying for dessert by virtue of being the host- about 200 bucks (rupees please)
and at 12-watching A don your fav pink pjs and look better in them than you-Priceless(for her ofcourse!)
:D
MasterCard commercials will never get old for me...
*hails the genius who came up with the original*
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Wodehouse is Loved
A little over 2 years ago, i was being interviewed for a seat in the Lit dept. When they asked me why i liked reading books i remember sprouting about a million cliche's like 'it takes me to a different world'...This was wrt Wodehouse.
Let me add my 2 penny bit to it now.
a)Its refreshingly tangy and allows a swift transition into the old aristocratic Brit world which is virtually impossible to melt into, under normal circumstances.
b)No one has ever been able to string together words as rhythmically as him.
c)I find in his books, a way to connect to my grandpapa and even my dad.
d)I love the old parchment feel of the books, even the new ones have that air of being loved which is nearly impossible to find elsewhere.
e)I like the way the end is always miraculously happy with the rich man pitching in to support the wastrel with good ideas for work. (plus the rich man can almost always afford it...think Bertie Wooster)
f)Matrimony is lil more than a game that one dips ones feet in and toys around with. A lighthearted take on life cuz' its viewed from a light heart.
g)Unapologetically fun with sometimes predictable twists that pave the familiar path. What it is to know something well and love it more because of it.
While reading them, you can almost hear the harps in the background. Its what you call a beautiful collection written by a good ol' soul. Company for Henry, you came at a good time to serve as a reminder for the more refined, loved, needed things in life- The icing on the cake and the buttery crackly nuggets buried in butterscotch ice-cream. Yum.
Let me add my 2 penny bit to it now.
a)Its refreshingly tangy and allows a swift transition into the old aristocratic Brit world which is virtually impossible to melt into, under normal circumstances.
b)No one has ever been able to string together words as rhythmically as him.
c)I find in his books, a way to connect to my grandpapa and even my dad.
d)I love the old parchment feel of the books, even the new ones have that air of being loved which is nearly impossible to find elsewhere.
e)I like the way the end is always miraculously happy with the rich man pitching in to support the wastrel with good ideas for work. (plus the rich man can almost always afford it...think Bertie Wooster)
f)Matrimony is lil more than a game that one dips ones feet in and toys around with. A lighthearted take on life cuz' its viewed from a light heart.
g)Unapologetically fun with sometimes predictable twists that pave the familiar path. What it is to know something well and love it more because of it.
While reading them, you can almost hear the harps in the background. Its what you call a beautiful collection written by a good ol' soul. Company for Henry, you came at a good time to serve as a reminder for the more refined, loved, needed things in life- The icing on the cake and the buttery crackly nuggets buried in butterscotch ice-cream. Yum.
United Salvation of All...
Crisis Time in the United Salvation of All*.
(*except its only about ours and not yours. Read documents carefully before accepting at face value)
Prickly B is very tensed. Groans at the state of War Against Rebels*.
(*Rebels being those who refuse to be subjected to the non-tyrannical regime offered by United Salvation of All)...<--(The Universe butts in to comment rationally on the stupidity exhibited by the 'natives' who refuse give up their sovereignty to a man who clearly knows what he's doing, with their resources.) Gehu then enters the rooms and proceeds to gently run a comb through her hair. (Excuse me, its a brush. The satellite coverage, which spends the larger part of its existence covering their hugely interesting actions, is a little blurry). She ignores Prickly B and dreams of travelling the world. At that exact moment, somewhere over the rainbow, Leno hires a bunch of homeless people to imitate them. The world roars with laughter as it witnesses what it believes to be incompetent people voted into power by an incompetent public. The preciseness of the thoughts is clarified by the world meaning a dark haired girl sitting in India and judging the universe. She is later tracked down by the FBI (Finders of B***** Indians) and shot in the head with a cracker via a parrot but thats another story.
(*except its only about ours and not yours. Read documents carefully before accepting at face value)
Prickly B is very tensed. Groans at the state of War Against Rebels*.
(*Rebels being those who refuse to be subjected to the non-tyrannical regime offered by United Salvation of All)...<--(The Universe butts in to comment rationally on the stupidity exhibited by the 'natives' who refuse give up their sovereignty to a man who clearly knows what he's doing, with their resources.) Gehu then enters the rooms and proceeds to gently run a comb through her hair. (Excuse me, its a brush. The satellite coverage, which spends the larger part of its existence covering their hugely interesting actions, is a little blurry). She ignores Prickly B and dreams of travelling the world. At that exact moment, somewhere over the rainbow, Leno hires a bunch of homeless people to imitate them. The world roars with laughter as it witnesses what it believes to be incompetent people voted into power by an incompetent public. The preciseness of the thoughts is clarified by the world meaning a dark haired girl sitting in India and judging the universe. She is later tracked down by the FBI (Finders of B***** Indians) and shot in the head with a cracker via a parrot but thats another story.
There is a momentary lull as time ticks by and rapists, murderers and criminals of other petty crimes go about their daily business.
The person writing this immesely powerful (and moving) piece shudders in her pink puffed up slippers as she pictures the hail of crackers that would follow the ghastly revelations which are currently and ultimately pointless. After a few more seconds of breathless breathing, a decision is taken to continue this journey on a later day. So thats a wrap folks. You have been the privileged audience to the great workings of some of the brightest minds of our times (also popular due to extensive use of A.S.S scrub which guarantees 'brightness'...must be a weird coincidence) It is assumed that you will be around to read more or else falling TRPS (There aRe People Somewhere) will ensure the fast and painful death of this perspective altering segment. Here is where we part and i freshen up my 'natural-look' make-up. Adios.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Vicks
You do know, how sometimes you get those half complete messages from friends.
Well 'Some missing text' is what its all about.
Fill in the blanks.
To suit what/whoever is most important.
Take it in your stride.
And it'll surprise you how much you can take.
Well 'Some missing text' is what its all about.
Fill in the blanks.
To suit what/whoever is most important.
Take it in your stride.
And it'll surprise you how much you can take.
Very Sidney
"2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a song
If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you'll use them, however you want to
But you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button now
Sing it if you understand.
and breathe, just breathe"
An excerpt from Anna Nalick'- Breathe
Its as though there are other who are not completely unlike yours truly.
Sidney wrt feelings towards writing.
Less alone.
If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you'll use them, however you want to
But you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button now
Sing it if you understand.
and breathe, just breathe"
An excerpt from Anna Nalick'- Breathe
Its as though there are other who are not completely unlike yours truly.
Sidney wrt feelings towards writing.
Less alone.
plea for insanity anyone?
Is it only me but has the world gone completely mad?...
Esp zii pseudo great Americans...ohh so OKAY....*consoling voice*
some of you got blown up on 9/11...yes yes ...we all heard about it and also clucked sympathetically for a while...how about getting over it now and getting off your pompous complacent behinds??....i mean seriously!....Wake up, you annoying freaks!
Does everyone STILL have to keep talking about the 'hard time' your going through...
let me give you a reality check..opened your eyes to each festival in Delhi being shadowed by the threat of a bomb blast? Known what its like to wonder if the theatre near your place will be blown to bits cuz of some mentally crippled fanatics (it disgusts me to even associate them with any religion cuz they dont really come from just one side)...
how very self-centered can we get??....Now i guess i get the point behind parodies...much more effective than a rant which seems brushed with anger and a fierce sense of irritation...
Alright...starting tomorrow, i shall be writing (make that attempting) satires..uhh ahh glug glug...*writers block maybe?*
Dad got dadajiz old Wodehouse's ...awwwww...im in love with them...cant wait to get my paws on them...*grimy ones at that*....*cheers*
Books are what really matter...love you Wodehouse...only you can make a crappy day look good and end happily!...
Pelham Grenville Wodehouse...you would be my one true love.
Esp zii pseudo great Americans...ohh so OKAY....*consoling voice*
some of you got blown up on 9/11...yes yes ...we all heard about it and also clucked sympathetically for a while...how about getting over it now and getting off your pompous complacent behinds??....i mean seriously!....Wake up, you annoying freaks!
Does everyone STILL have to keep talking about the 'hard time' your going through...
let me give you a reality check..opened your eyes to each festival in Delhi being shadowed by the threat of a bomb blast? Known what its like to wonder if the theatre near your place will be blown to bits cuz of some mentally crippled fanatics (it disgusts me to even associate them with any religion cuz they dont really come from just one side)...
how very self-centered can we get??....Now i guess i get the point behind parodies...much more effective than a rant which seems brushed with anger and a fierce sense of irritation...
Alright...starting tomorrow, i shall be writing (make that attempting) satires..uhh ahh glug glug...*writers block maybe?*
Dad got dadajiz old Wodehouse's ...awwwww...im in love with them...cant wait to get my paws on them...*grimy ones at that*....*cheers*
Books are what really matter...love you Wodehouse...only you can make a crappy day look good and end happily!...
Pelham Grenville Wodehouse...you would be my one true love.
Absurdity
"Still, something must have come out of it." says Ford in The Restaurant at the End of the Universe.
(Page 305)
There is this almost compulsive need in us to try and wrangle out some form of judgement or lesson from incidents. We are never able to successfully isolate them as random pieces of history that just happen with no sinister purpose than the one that appears to give birth to it.
Since i am catering purely to myself out here. I will forget all of the above and talk about my day.
I didnt wake up in my own bed... before you leap to any conclusions...it was S's.. reminds me of what O said...something about jumping up and down his, i love him for being strange. V hates him cuz of that.
Then A dropped by...just 20 mins after S and i dissected Vi...Vi sucks...blew a lot to smithereenssss and sucked out all of something new yet old...gave liquid another name and shook up the who's. That doesnt even make sense...Frg was too lazy to show up...hope she had a nice nap..:)...for real
Saw Horton something. Vi will apparently become insignificant in a few...but till then the tummy feel haunts me..like something only half complete.
Speaking of which...Pranks..ohh so much useless adrenalin pumping fun.
Giggles and adsurdity mingled into one.
ah.. what it is to be nearly 20 and feel 5.
Face is frozen currently with bright green goop. Atishoo... sneezing with a frozen expression is also fun.
There are no full stops in life.. only commas...,,,,,,
Detached yet very into it.....blisters swollen up to gigantic proportions and the nail paint here to stay. Silver is with me all day and Dffy a part of medieval history. m my foot. Birthday comes even closer and running away seems like a great option. Unnecessary celebrations when all thats needed is a pillow and a face to be hidden in it. Loadsa feet lotion instructed and Wednesday draws even closer. Argh, i cover my ears (mentally ofcourse)
Let me go pluck the green stuff off.
(About 7 minutes later)
Green goop pays off...skin feels fantastically smooth.
(Page 305)
There is this almost compulsive need in us to try and wrangle out some form of judgement or lesson from incidents. We are never able to successfully isolate them as random pieces of history that just happen with no sinister purpose than the one that appears to give birth to it.
Since i am catering purely to myself out here. I will forget all of the above and talk about my day.
I didnt wake up in my own bed... before you leap to any conclusions...it was S's.. reminds me of what O said...something about jumping up and down his, i love him for being strange. V hates him cuz of that.
Then A dropped by...just 20 mins after S and i dissected Vi...Vi sucks...blew a lot to smithereenssss and sucked out all of something new yet old...gave liquid another name and shook up the who's. That doesnt even make sense...Frg was too lazy to show up...hope she had a nice nap..:)...for real
Saw Horton something. Vi will apparently become insignificant in a few...but till then the tummy feel haunts me..like something only half complete.
Speaking of which...Pranks..ohh so much useless adrenalin pumping fun.
Giggles and adsurdity mingled into one.
ah.. what it is to be nearly 20 and feel 5.
Face is frozen currently with bright green goop. Atishoo... sneezing with a frozen expression is also fun.
There are no full stops in life.. only commas...,,,,,,
Detached yet very into it.....blisters swollen up to gigantic proportions and the nail paint here to stay. Silver is with me all day and Dffy a part of medieval history. m my foot. Birthday comes even closer and running away seems like a great option. Unnecessary celebrations when all thats needed is a pillow and a face to be hidden in it. Loadsa feet lotion instructed and Wednesday draws even closer. Argh, i cover my ears (mentally ofcourse)
Let me go pluck the green stuff off.
(About 7 minutes later)
Green goop pays off...skin feels fantastically smooth.
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