an advert- old is gold.

nobody in my family knows how to converse in kashmiri
we're infinitely more comfortable in english
at the cost of hindi

nobody knows what the 'traditional' cultural outfit is (sari in kashmir? i-dont-think-so)
the usual clothes donned are 'western' (barring family celebrations)
kurtas exist yes, but in an ironic attempt to look inconspicuous

food is dicey
taste buds adapt easily to 'north' food
meetha in gujarat, teekha otherwise
the food dadi and company spoonfed?
for once-in-6-month indulgences

the education is consistent
people are well placed
but in varied fields
there is no tradition to continue
or ancestral wrath to be faced

ideas on travel, shopping, lifestyle are all different
one teeny family
and a billion politically (in)correct opinions
all exploding in a rainbow over the dinner table

i wonder at the glue that holds it
supreme attachment?
conscientious duty upholders?
this-is-how-its-supposed-to-be?
whatever it is
its the lasting type

a hybrid community
jumbled up notions
experimental children
curious adults
all shovelling the snow aside
walking in a pattern unfamiliar
creation of a web

welcome to life

Glitch and Speedbump

Reading Alice in Wonderland. Yes, life in reverse.
Soon i will read about Brer Rabbit and delve into the 8 o'clock bedtime tales.
(Blytons. sigh. Age 6-9= magic)

No actually our very own Alice was part of the DU II year Eng Lit syllabus.
Part of the Popular Fiction section.
I took Classical. (think Greek Mythology and the Mahabharata. Fabulous stuff)

So i figured 3 years (and counting) into the course... One should be able to 'get' the intricacies of the childrens book without being spoon fed. Right? Right?
So far (page 11) im at sea. Tempted to call up S (who DID take it up) and demand a thorough analysis. But i throttle the urge to punch in the digits and *sigh* open that pdf file once again.
Oh yes, now i'm downloading books.
Don't have the luxury of extra cash to afford otherwise.
(coffee dates over 3 months can take a life threatening toll)

(Finally)Finished Lolita.
Not as dirty and erotic as it started out to be.
Bearable almost.
Okay, good.
The thing is, i was driven to the ultimate desperate measure of plonking it in a place where i Knew that i Would read anything. Anything.
Even the instructions off a facewash cover.

But it didn't work for Mein Kampf.
At least not completely... but i Did get through 150 odd pages of it.
Sigh.
My struggles with literature.

Movie Diary-(July)

Kambakht Ishq 1/5 (enjoyment=you're a brainless git..and a woman hater)
Hangover 3/5 (enjoyment=welcome to the club)
The Proposal 2.5/5 (enjoyment=chick world inhabiter and fantasy spinner)
How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days 3/5 (read above)
Failure to Launch 2.5/5 (read above, again)
Random Italian Police/Drug dealer Movie 2.5/5 (enjoyment=thinker,slightly cynical action lover)
Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince 3/5 (enjoyment= you're human and didn't compare it to the book...sensible you)

I'm sure there were more, but these are the ones i can think of right now.
Toodles.

sweet ignorance

Admit me love
to the paradise of which
I hadn't bothered to dream

How snugly was I wrapped
in the feeble warmth
of the yellow star

To not have noticed
to have been oblivious
secure and unnaturally brave

Then came an eclipse,
swallowing me whole
Alas
all is lost, Again.

Mood in Music-(Ironically)- Sunrise Norah Jones

Two-ness

In every girls life there is (at least) one boy whose call she refuses to pick.
The reason is (nearly always) a variation of him being
-clingy
-desperate
- (or just plain) weird

In every boys life there is (at least?) one girl whose daydreams he has haunted. The only difference is he is, probably, completely oblivious to it.

So then is this the reason people are unhappy?
Does unrequited caring sum up the big mystery?
Are people sad (read lonely) because they don't have that ONE person who likes them back the way they would want them to?
I wonder if even getting that ONE person to care the same way would salvage anything. Wouldn’t they care at once if they were meant to?

I’m not particularly fond on dwelling on life’s little incomprehensible romantic goof ups but the thing is, eventually it rubs them in ones face. Through a movie, book, friends… or even a walk down memory lane. One would assume attraction to be a two way thing. Correction, one would Want attraction to be a two way thing.
How wonderful if one only liked that ONE person in life and felt only brotherly (sisterly) feelings for the other 2 million people they came into contact with.
As if only THE ONE… the SOULMATE could provoke great joy, immense sorrow and extreme vulnerability.
How easy to pin point then, you-are-the-one-I-will-be-with.
How easy then to not waste ones time.
How easy to let ones guard down.
How easy then to ‘go with the flow’ because you know that one day… both of you flowing in your very own separate water bodies will end up as one, joining hands before you sink into the bigger pool.
To know without the shadow of a doubt, that you will in fact, one day… delirious with joy and drunk on predestined romance… dive into the same turbulent waters.
How easy it would be to brush aside paranoia when you just KNOW that its all going to be okay and this joy you will is going to last the long trek, and the intensity won’t wane… to realize the real thing when it grasps your hand… to not suspect it to be an illusion.

Sigh. If only life could be that simple, that obvious. :)
God willing, one day it will be. :)

This was starting out as cynical and landed up being otherwise.
Go figure. :)

The Day. To(oooo)-day. Now

Its been a long day. A lot has managed to cram itself into the last what 14 hours?
Two results came bouncing out of Universities in Delhi (no, not Delhi University...yet)
One boo (which-is-just-wrong by the way)
The second is on till the interview stage (and then yay?)

Had one long sleepless night
Craved coffee (oh so bad)
Curled up into a yellow lump on one side of the car
Travelled what seems like 5500 kms (exaggeration, naturally)
Satiated above craving by indulging in college coffee (oh heaven)
Managed to wolf down college chole-chawal (*weak smile*)
Lost my purple packet of funflips to a ravenous pack of juniors
Wrangled out a result-awaiting certificate from reluctant college authorities
And now, my stomach is growling.

It may Seem like im more concerned about food than my future
(lookitthat, alliteration!)
But since the DU result isn't out, the entrance or the main exam one
And since i really can't do much about what happened...
why cry over spilt milk eh?
Besides its not like i spilt any milk anyway
The milkman(!) did
And now im having what tastes like bitter black tea.
However, that being said, it could actually be healthy (healthier!) green tea
so time shall announce that as well

It pretty difficult to put philosophy into practice
the whole treat pain and pleasure equally bit.
h-a-r-d
and dont let anyone convince you otherwise

The thing is, you can only doubt yourself for so long
Ultimately you can't float forever on cloud nine
and nor can you cling desperately to the absolute pits (or bedposts, read old post)
The balance must be found
(an odd tear or two bit later perhaps)
but
The balance must be found

Its been a massively long day
and i smell like a giant cherry (thankyou The Body Shop)
you-gotta-LOVE-the-shower-gels!!!

Peace and Love

PS- do whatever it takes to feel the joy.
the constant kind.
Much love. (yes, some more :)...)

boo.

They say you shouldn’t mix drinks. They also say you shouldn’t mix drinks with pills. What if you do both? Tipsy much?
i-didn’t-do-that
but-i-wish-did

don’t-want-to-leave

show me the plan
and if the plan says that I must go?
Erase the plan and lets start over
I wont go
Don’t make me, okay?

Don’t-want-to-leave
dont dont dont

*clings to the bedpost*