Welcoming Zeus

30th June 2009 will always be remembered as the day scores of (young)adults gave their Jamia entrance.... and oh yes, it rained.

Joy, thou hast found me :)

Promise-Ring

I'm all for classics. The timeless. The forever-liked.
The song heard occasionally, long after the britneys have been forgotten.
The book reached for, long after the kinsella's have been outgrown.
The one you hold on to, even as you age.
The one that'll last.
The one you wanted to make last.

honestly :)

Mom is home.
The world is a beautiful warm place again.
Thank You God.

Signing off Happy. Oh so Happy.
:D

'and with heart shaped bruises
and late night kisses,
divine...'

Highlights-

Saw around 23 crows fighting over one car-smashed-pigeon :(
its a bird-eat-bird world!
(Just imagine the STATE of my 'Highlights' if i need to Start with THAT!)

Still waiting for entrance exams to nudge me out of this.
'this' being waste-time routine.

Lost this really important document that i now need to apply to CBSE for :(
irrrrrrrresponsible moi. *sob*

Want to re-decorate my room. MY way.
want the bare-minimalistic look.
Right now it resembles one of those over-crowded china shops that cows aren't supposed to wander through. Only, less china...more wood. Argh. Chaaaaange-eeeet.

Need some new songs, like a-s-a-p! or Soon-er!
Anything to motivate me to step out for a walk!!!

Been sleeping reaaaaaaaally late. Thank you concerned person. Geeeeeerowl!
But heck, what of it? :)

Waiting for dear parents to make their way home after traversing the bright blue planet.... Yes, lucky them. Out in the wide world, spreading their wings.
Dad working. Mum ummm shopping for us? :)

Seriously though, i need a change. No not a holiday. The thought tires me out.
(what am i 79 you ask?)
I want something newwwwwwwww. Now please?
and yes, help me get out of the house.

Ps- need to start WRITING something that matters!
sigh.

with-without-withdrawal

With
one foot behind the other
and the mocking breeze

in fleeting moments
are pebbles flung
tied to a pillar
the need explodes to run

living now
living then
dead to the world
dead to sense

oh my lolita
my own forbidden pleasure
in each resides
the trek to the brink

stare down that cliff
the dust the ash
scream in glee
chanting free

stare down that cliff
one foot behind the other
wait,
wait for the mocking breeze

the river and the bathtub :)

The blog has largely been ignored because i cant (wont?) talk about certain aspects of now-hood(!?!).

Let me skim the surface of life anyway!
If i were to somehow conjure up motivation and push myself into working hard, could probably write the most brutally honest 'piece' (for the lack of a better word). Unfortunately the days just prance on by in a comfortable haze of upama and well, the-thing-that-is-not-talked-about-here.
The thing about the thing-that-is-not-talked-about-here is that its fantastic and beautiful and scary and deep and anxiety-inducing and beautiful all over again.
the-thing-that-is-not-talked-about-here + me = happiness (plenty plenty plenty)

Interestingly i chance upon something i had only heard in theory before... sorrow is much easier to talk about and far easier to relate to.
When someone is happy, thats almost unfamiliar. Unheard of perhaps?
Just too darn uncomfortable... for life has so much to b**** about right?
But sometimes, just some extraordinary some-times, the sunny part of the garden can just take over your life... and there you are... floating bang in the middle of joy *grins*

cherish the love people...
and the bright light...
and the orange leaves...
and the rain-heavy breeze...
if only i knew french and could put it a tad more magnificently :)

PostScript- :):)

Oh and watch Persepolis... very (very) nice :)

Enough Already

Sometimes, the real tragedy is exposed when truly disgusting acts fail to surprise us.

I want to have sex with you

mumurs a 13 year old boy to my 21 year old friend on the road.

Naturally she beat* him up as did the policeman who casually wandered over wondering why a young 'child' was being slapped.

But really, how long can we blame rampant hormones for inexcusable behavior?

Don't girls have hormones too?

Then how is it that we have No difficulty keeping our paws to ourselves on local buses...?

Or keeping our mouths firmly shut when someone from the opposite sex passes by?

Its not a joke. Sadly, neither is it a shock.

*beat= slap around a few times. no whips or chains were used. (sadly)

and i will always...

once on that cliff

don't help me fly

free-falling alone, i distinctly dislike

yes, and the bump hurts too

honest.