Pooja

is really not the best writer going.

So she is going to have to just make it all count. And super-fast.

Might I add, she is super-scared too. Super-so.

Rainbow hunting

You know what I'd really like? A rainbow. All the VIBGYOR gang. Some birds flying around. Pretty birds please. White birds maybe. And definitely quiet birds. I dislike the chirpy variety.

And at the end of the rainbow, there'd be a pot of gold. And not just any pot. A big fat pot of gold - weight of contents = Yokozuna's weight. A big fat pot of gold that just doesn't go away. That should be the magic of it.

I'd seen a rainbow years ago. It was one of the few times when I felt awe at the wonder of God. But most times, I don't think God really cares. He's probably one of those state government employees who get to work late, spend hours at tea, and slip out before time. And his job isn't to answer prayers, contrary to what we've been led to believe all through those childhood years. His job is just to make sure the right clouds get here on time. And he's been doing a fuck-all job of that for years now!

Sunday funday?!

The best half of another Sunday wasted on inanities. Sigh. Hard-knock life it is - that too minus the drama most times.

Why do all my posts end up looking like extended twitter updates of late?

But it's just half the day that's gone. I'm off to see the Wizard now. The wonderful Wizard of Oz. And he's hanging around with the King of Spades these days. And with this Cacofonix who knows the lyrics to every possible song (though he claims to be not too proud of it).

Weird

I've been feeling weird all day. Which is why I tried to escape the day by sleeping most of the morning off, waking up only at the last possible minute. Yesterday I put my foot in poop. Today I didn't. But the whole day had this weird, uncomfortable feeling. Maybe I should go home and sink my teeth into some chocolate. Lots of chocolate maybe.

Work tally

I'm making a tally of how many days in the week I hate work, and how many days in the week I kinda like it (Note: "Kinda like" as opposed to "love"). I know what the answer will be. And I know how this year will end on the work front. But still, a little scientific data never hurt anyone.

PS: Interestingly, all my labels today start with "W". Not intended at all. :D

Happily ever after

Health's better, luck's better, and wealth will soon be on its way.
This will be a good year. I smell it in the breeze.
So what if the breeze is just from the AC vents at office?
I still smell it.
There's actually an ending.
After years of hunting for it, I've finally found my ending.
And the best part?
It's actually got a link with the beginning.
Sigh.
I'm so scared to burst this bubble.
So I'm going to hold it just right, stay just so still, move just ever so slightly,
And watch it grow in all its rainbow wonderment and childlike glee.
:)

Stuck

It's been a while since I've been physically and mentally worn out. It's usually one or the other. But now what to do. I've gone and got myself sick. And am currently in two minds about what I need my future to hold.

It's Valentine's Day also. Not that there were any plans really. But they've just been going awrier and awrier. And I'm stuck at work waiting for copies to come in so I can put them up. Brainless. And I'm all alone on the floor too. Because it's Sunday and there are no fellow sufferers around.

Double deep sigh. What I need is a week of nothingness. No office, no calls from office, no list of events lined up, no need to get dressed. Just a week of lolling about in pajamas at home, watching boka-boka movies, eating popcorn, bas.

I feel like a stupid piece of dust caught in a spider's web. Not like spidey's going to eat me even. I just sit there like a fool, stuck forever in a never-ending web of god-knows-what.

Full circle

This is how I feel once again. Life comes full circle. Sigh.

PS: Concentric circles maybe?

January: Santa comes to town

So after a microwave and a washing machine, now I've been getting clothes and instant foods and trinkets. AND a calendar and a unicorn. I be happiest with unicorn. Here's a pic stolen from Google:


Now, I'm in Pony collection mode. :D

Life in bullet points - Jan 2010, Week 2

• So I washed a month-old dirty clothes last night in the new washing machine that Poppa gave. Pictures by the end of the week. LG it is. Though Videocon Washing Machine had a better ring to it.
• The washed clothes smell beautiful.
• Drowned a biggish spider in Mortein Mosquito Killer the day before.
  
• Got gift: Diary from Munich. Antique look. Tied with pink ribbon.
• Have finally begun watching The Godfather. Should finish by the weekend.
  
  Mew all.
  
  @ Inihos: Price tag for Moo
  

Dumps

I'm down in the dumps.
And it's not a nice dump even.
And this is not poetry.
Though it looks like a poem.
I want a nice, wonderful day.
But not feeling terribly wonderful inside.
Maybe I need sleep.
Or a day off.
Or a vacation.
Or just some hours of doing nothing.
This really isn't a nice dump to be in.
:( :( :(

Cows, buses, pups and books

I'm going cow shopping tomorrow. To buy a cow with pretty eyes, long eyelashes, who prefers chewing gum to cud, and sings "Goru hoon main" to the tune of Sunita Rao's famous "Pari hoon main".

Second, I have realised that, usually, the crowded-er buses are the ones that travel quicker. Forget the travel light option.

Third, puppies with wrinkly faces are the best of the lot.

Fourth, I have acquired an autographed copy of a cookbook authored by a grand-aunt. It's in Bangla and has loads of very Bong, very easy recipes (especially lots of desserts). If you want to buy a copy, it's available for Rs. 50. Consider this a marketing ploy. Hee :).

Puppy faces

Facebook 'Holi' fad follow-up

This is a follow-up post to my rant about the 'what colour bra - facebook fad' the other day. I still think it was a (very?) silly exercise. But I read up a lot about it today, and here's what I found/concluded/etc.:

• It is believed to have begun by some ladies in Detroit. But no one really knows where it originated so far. Two women, in fact, claim to have got the earliest mails that day - but at the time, it had not yet been linked with breast cancer. Later in the day, these two ladies that this very had been sufficiently modified and turned into a viral 'awareness' tool.
  
  
• How far this spreads awareness is still a question in my mind. But it works in the American context, reminding women to go in for their annual mammogram. In India, how many women actually schedule one until and unless they find a lump somewhere? I'm 25 and I don't go for these check-ups. And I don't know anyone who does either. Makes you think doesn't it?
  
  
• I still believe that there should have been a short attachment with the mail or the status update.: a link to a cancer site, a message that goes: Have you gone for your check-up? Just typing out your bra colour does nothing for the cause. And I'm convinced that minus the 'breast cancer' tag, many women would not even have gone along with the gag.
  
  
• If I got a similar mail in future, I would react the same way. Every little step forward is a step forward, but some education must accompany every fad. Had the mail not made angered me, I would've just written out my undercolours, had a laugh at my male friends' expense and forgotten about it. But as it turns out, the fad made me react - and it's got me thinking about that annual mammogram. Will I go for one in the near future? Perhaps not. But at least it's got me thinking.
  

Two things

1. All the Get Well Soon wishes for ailing Jyoti Basu. Great communist, and Guiness Book entering CM he may be, but is it reason enough to want him to live forever? He is 96, for God's sake. An old, old man. Isn't this kind of an existence just punishment to him.? Let the old man go in peace at least.

2. The new Facebook fad goes like this: In honour of breast cancer awareness, we are playing a game...... silly, but fun! Write the colour of your bra as your status, just the colour, nothing else!! Copy this and pass it on to all Females ...... NO MEN!! This will be fun to see how it spreads, and we are leaving the men wondering why all females just have a colour as their status!! Let's have fun!! - Send this message on to all females on your friends list.

That's one version. I got two more. It made me angry. The status message thing sounds fun, but why tag it with breast cancer awareness? Is there a link, or a message that adds some value? Why the need for the "Oooo.. I'm doing this for society" tag at all? Bullshit! It's frivolous and an insult to people who have battled breast cancer or know people who have. If you need a gimmick to spread awareness, it needn't be boring, but it can be a little informative at least.

Ditto for Pink Chaddi campaign. Frivolous as hell. The hype, didn't necessarily change any mindsets.

Q: What did I, a potential breast cancer victim, learn from today's exercise?
A: What colour bras every chick on my Facebook friendlist is wearing.

New Year Wishlist

• What I would most like this year is a windfall. Pennies from heaven. Euros if possible.
• Next, a little persistence - so that my never-ending book could see light of day.
• Peace, peace, peace, and still more peace.
• A life - friends, fashion, fun and fantastic food (especially crumb-fried fish).
• Wonderful hair days throughout the year.
• A monsoon to remember.
• Movies, books that make me laugh aloud and/or squeeze out a genuine tear.
• A clock for my house.
• Entertaining bus rides.
• One adventurous, unplanned trip to Madhya Pradesh. Or Kerala. Or Rajasthan.
• Time to blog more often than in 2009.
• A good year.