For those who still visit or is that just me?

I finally went somewhere!

Anyway, I have moved.

So if my dosage of pessimism still appeals, you are more than welcome to join me there.

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,

In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know

By the name of ANNABEL LEE;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,

In this kingdom by the sea;

But we loved with a love that was more than love-

I and my Annabel Lee;

With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven

Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,

In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

My beautiful Annabel Lee;

So that her highborn kinsman came

And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre

In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,

Went envying her and me-

Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,

In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love

Of those who were older than we-

Of many far wiser than we-

And neither the angels in heaven above,

Nor the demons down under the sea,

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,

In the sepulchre there by the sea,

In her tomb by the sounding sea.

-Edgar Allan Poe

First I was afraid, I was petrified

A favorite from the Post Secret blog. If we had a subway system in Chennai, this could have well been my postcard.

I have a habit of saving Post Secret images that I strongly relate to, and rather surprisingly or NOT, there are quite a few that I completely identify with. This being one of them. We may not have a subway system (as yet) in the city, but I've sung out loud in almost every empty room that I was sure was empty. From standing in the middle of the school compound, singing off key at six thirty in the morning, to singing my heart heart out on the bike, to singing at work right before I shut the place for the evening.

Hey, give me an empty subway car right now, and I bet I can give your cliché karaoke version of "I Will Survive' a run for its money, off-key and all.

Hello again!

I reckon its about time I started injecting some life into this long abandoned space of mine. I was perusing through my excuse for a best friend today when I came across chutney's post and remembered that I had a little of my own 'reviving of a blog' to do. So, inspired, I vow to do the same and post a little something everyday for the next thirty days.

Now I cannot promise you any profound thoughts or wit or humor or anything even vaguely readable, but I do promise myself at least an hour's worth of laughter when I'm old and shriveled and have nothing to do other than regale at my life as a twenty something cynic. Isn't that reason enough to even attempt this crazy experiment? Crazy, because I haven't written in over six months, but primarily because like most experiments I've conducted in the past, success wasn't exactly a part of the outcome. Yes, I'm a right bucket of sunshine, aren't I?

So here goes.

30 days.

Irrelevant droning.

Pointless drivel.

Incoherent sentences.

Aren't YOU in for a treat?

Got some words on cardboard...

A documentation of all the big events of my life was the original purpose of this blog, but somewhere along the way, the 'big' from big events got replaced by 'random', and then further along the way, the word 'events' got pretty much lost, which I'm sure I made clear with my intense need to reiterate the fact that my life was duller than Dr. Phil on a rainy day. So, basically all I was left with was 'random', which I used to my full advantage, as you would know if you've been around here awhile. But for those of you who haven't, yes, people in the blog world call me lemon and yes, 'randomly' droning on about absolutely nothing at all is something I do with great pride.

But, I digress (as usual). I'm here, rather surprisingly (because lately, finding it in me to type out a few sentences has been a task that was better left untouched), to in fact document a big event in my life. I hereby announce that I am done with college. Well, I'm technically not done until April but who's looking to nit pick at insignificant details like those.

I started a six month internship two weeks ago, and I now spend almost every waking moment in front of a computer screen. My ultimate dream come true! No, but on a more serious note, its where I'm most comfortable, so things seem to be going pretty great for me at the moment, with an emphasis on 'at the moment'. Not counting my chickens or anything, mind you. Working a conventional 9 to 5 job in an unconventional work environment is interesting to say the least. I'm taking my time figuring out the in's and the out's of it, and that's pretty much all I can say about it at this point in time.

In other news, the incessant downpours that Chennai has been plagued with for the past four weeks have surprisingly reduced my lifelong hatred towards the rains. Now I still haven't gotten to that stage where I'm jumping up and down if I see a single grey cloud in the sky. I'm at that stage where I'm not screaming bloody murder when I DO see a grey cloud looming, which is pretty phenomenal in itself, thus qualifying it as being another 'big event' that needed documenting.

Wow, I'm averaging at a one big event per week these days. Sure am making up for all that lost time I spent doing nothing with my life. Lets hope this trend continues, at least for the sole reason that this space won't be abandoned anymore.


PS: Loving this song at the moment. Albeit slightly creepy, its endearing as hell.

hmmm

A whirlwind of a week later, I'm in a new place in my life. A place that was not even remotely on the cards. But for the record, I'd just like to say, that it it feels pretty damn good.

4 months later.

The madness that is college . The 'sort of cute' guy at the gym . Chicago . Not the place, the play . Losing weight . Dancing for the first time . Ever . Facebook . Interning . Riding around town like a crazy person . Losing friends . Dancing some more . Acting or trying to, at least . Realizing that the 'sort of cute' guy at the guy was not cute at all, and was a year and a half younger than me . Wearing a LBD on stage! Loneliness . Devouring six entire seasons of One Tree hill . Friends getting engaged . Portfolios . Apple Crumble . Making friends . 10 Downing Street . 'Single My Ass'. Sleepless nights . The possibility of moving to Bombay . Rehearsals . The 7 day diet . Putting on weight . Glitzy costumes . Not being the perpetual wallflower for once in my life .

That pretty much sums up the past four months. The four months during which I couldn't find it in me to update this space, not because I didn't have anything going on my life, but because I was utterly and completely uninspired. I'd manage to get about three sentences down before I'd decide to abandon it. This happened about thirty times, so there's roughly round ninety random sentences laying around my drafts folder. In case you haven't noticed, I'm balancing precariously on that thin line between 'stop writing forever' and 'stop writing forever, you suck'.

Today happens to mark my 3rd year in the blogosphere, which is pretty much insignificant considering the fact that for the past six months, I've been the most suckiest blogger around.

I plan to change that though, hopefully.

I miss it here. I miss being able to be my weirdo self, I miss you guys (If any of you'll still read this, that is), I miss the feeling I used to get every time I received a comment, I miss how words used flow from my fingers with an ease that seems almost impossible now but mostly I miss the joy that this corner of the Internet always brought to me.

July 6th, 2010

A date to remember, because according to some crappy quiz on facebook, I'm meant to meet my soulmate on that date.

Unbelieveble right?! I haven't written in almost three months and the only thing that's motivated me enough to post is some stupid result from some retarded quiz on facebook of all places! What can I say, the dreariness of my life is forcing me to be a pathetic dumb ass, but let's not go into that right now.

God! I just spent half an hour doing random love quizzes on facebook, without realizing that it was showing up on my profile page even after I kept choosing the dam 'Skip' button. Seriously, I need to get a life.

I've been in such a funk lately. A more comprehensive update will be up soon, that is, if I can get my fingers to type out more than the usual three random sentences that never seem to get published!

April '09

The fact that today is the 30th is the reason I am forcing myself to post, because I know that when I look back at this blog, an empty space between March 2009 and May 2009 would break my heart. 

The recent evidence of my complete and total abandonment of this blog makes me terribly sad. 

I could say that the reason for that would be that I just couldn't find the words to say what I wanted to say or that I didn't feel like saying what I wanted to say, but the truth of the matter is that, there was NOTHING TO SAY, period, so the whole contemplation of how to say it was a complete non-issue. 

There is absolutely nothing going on in my life that is worth taking about, nothing even worth mentioning. I mean seriously, how could the life of a twenty year old be so unbelievably dull. 

It is so dull in fact, that, when I smiled at the ONE sort of cute boy at the gym (who for the record smiled back at me), it was the single most interesting thing that had happened in my life for at least the three weeks that preceded and succeeded that 'not-so thrilling-in-a-normal-person's-life' event. And no, I'm not kidding. I'm twenty freakin' years old, smiling at a 'sort of' cute boy (whose name I don't know, by the way) should not be the only exciting(?!) incident of the month.

So, while my life has been spiraling down into a pit of mundane nothingness, tell me what's been up with yours?

2 Oh

So, I turned 20 on the 5th.

Twen-ty. 

As in the big TWO OH, twenty. 

As in 240 months, twenty.

As in 1043.6 weeks, twenty.

As in 7305 days, twenty.

As in the 20 after 19, twenty.

Yup, that's the 20 I'm talking about. 

The life of a twenty year old female in this day and age is filled with five hundred friends on Facebook, a phone that needs to be surgically removed from her ear, gossip over coffee with the girls, parties, illegal drinks at said parties and not to mention a tote bag full of drama.

Such is the case of a normal twenty year old. The epitome of an abnormal one on the other hand would be me.

I know, that the only sane thing to do right now would be to channel Joey and scream "Why God, Why?!!" until I'm convinced God can hear me, but funnily, I cannot be more relived.

Why you ask, well, for one, I was never a typical teenager to begin with. Sure like every other teenage girl there was the inevitable ‘Boy Band' phase and the 'The-Phone-Is-My-Lifeline' phase and the 'Boy-Crazy' phase. But being the weirdo that I was, there was also the "Insufferable-grandma-of-the-Gang" phase, the "Head-Accountant-At-Lunches" phase and the 'I-Have-This-Compulsive-Need-To-Act-35' phase. 

Twenty days ago, the prospect of turning 20 seemed daunting. Honestly I couldn’t understand how a person who felt like she was 14 and on occasion acted like she was 60 could actually be on the verge of turning 20. Finding middle ground unfortunately has never been my forte. 

20 is definitely a weird place to be in, because you’ve lost the right to scream at the top of your lungs for no apparent reason (which previously could have been blamed on teenage angst), yet you’re not old enough to go out and get yourself a beer (Not that I want to by the way, get myself a beer that is). Its a stage where you have to tread carefully, making sure you don't falter, back into your, much too familiar 'teenagy' past. To tell you the truth, I've actually found myself mature more in the past few days than I ever have in my entire life.

I'm not the same girl I was.

I'm in my 20's for heaven's sake!

God, it feels wierd to say that.

Ooty 6

• Sitting at a random net cafe in Ooty, where 800x600 resolution monitors and unbelievably slow Internet speeds seem to be the norm.
  

• Surprisingly, I am not freezing my ass off and I feel like a complete fool considering the fact that I spent the last two weeks worrying about the cold. I happen to hate the cold, in case you didn't know.

• Goosebumps were all I got walking on the streets in a saree at ten in the night. I expected to get a frostbite.
  

• I decided to indulge the adventuress in me and take a walk alone to the Botanical gardens. Yes, taking a walk alone to the Botanical Gardens qualifies as an adventure in my book. I love going places by myself except for the weird looks I get from random guys on the street.
  

• Being surrounded by shops selling home made chocolates while on a diet is not as hard as I thought it would be.

• Have to run. Pray that I don't puke on all the people in the bus while going downhill. Oh, were you eating? I'm sorry.

• No actually I'm not. I'm evil like that. :P
  

75 - 50 = ?

Well, I just spent the last hour going through my entire blog. Yes, my entire blog. And no, I am not self obsessed. Its just that I've been trying to figure out how the hell I managed to write so much then, when now, I can't even bring myself to string together a sentence that isn't whiny or verbally challenged or that won't drive you a hundred blogs away.

The above three sentences took 4 days to write. Seriously. V-E-R-B-A-L-L-Y C-H-A-L-L-E-N-G-E-D.

There was too much that I wanted to say and too much that I want to say that I didn't and still don't know where to start. That's what led to the "Not saying anything at all" phase. A phase that I seem to have gotten a little too comfortable in. 

Plus its a little intimidating when most of you bloggers, can effortlessly express yourselves in posts complete with a passion that is almost tangible. I on the other hand, like to dwell on the fact that I'm not one of you'll.

Just to completely prove that point, I'm going to do the '25 things' tag that seems to be around everywhere! (Stupid facebookers who think they can steal the concept of the tag from us bloggers.) This is with a slight twist though, because I have done variations of this tag a hundred times over and to do it for the hundred and first time is a little much even for a veteran bore like myself.

So here goes...

25 Things I wish I could have told my 'last year' self. 

(Ignore the grammatical error in that sentence)

1) Put that slice of pizza down. Now.

2) Your immune system of steel? A horrible bout of chicken pox is going to break that down, so don't be so cocky about it.

3) You were wrong about college. It does get worse.

4) The unfathomable will happen. You will discover that you love to cook.

5) And guess what? You're actually good at it, even when you wing it.

6) Yes, being the brunt of all the jokes is what you do best. Get used to it.

7) People will keep reminding you that you are 'emotionally hollow'. Tell them to shut the hell up.

8) You become a serial downloader. (pun unintended)

9) Your year is obviously quite boring, since I'm completely running out of things to say.

10) You learn to procrastinate procrastination.

11) Humor, at least the conventional kind does not run in your veins. Deal with it.

12) Your socially inept behavior is often misconstrued as snobbishness.

13) Read more. No,not more blogs, more books.

14) Stop fighting with everyone. I know it exhilarates you, but stop. Its unhealthy.

15) Get off the Internet.

16) In twelve months, you will fall head over heels in love with a certain Anoop Desai.

17) And yes, you still hate rain.

18) Kareoke nights with the choir will be the most fun you'll have all year.

19) You'll get your temper under control. Are you shocked?? Me too.

20) Keep singing at the top of your lungs when you ride your bike. Its completely worth it, even with all those people staring at you wierdly. 

21) You'll find your soulmate.

22) Don't get so excited. His last name is Inspiron 1520. And his first is Dell.

23) Don't binge on popcorn at 3 in the morning. 'Popcorn Puke' is not fun. At all. Seriously.

24) Two words. Flickr & Twitter.

25) You will lose the ability to write. This is proof.

Get out your pen and paper, Life!

Its funny how its becoming a chore to write. Spilling paragraph upon paragraph of nonsense is not as easy as it looks.

Life being its irritating little self is taking its course and sometimes or rather all the time I can't help but wonder if it'll all be worth it. 

Life, you owe me! Are you listening? Please take note. One great job, one incredibly handsome (READ:sexy) husband, two kids and all the other things on those typical girly girl lists. 

And before you ask, no, I'm not a typical girly girl.

Ok, maybe I'm about .45% girly . 

Just to be clear, that reads point four five.

So, where was I? Oh ya, life's being a bitch, but I guess its time to pull up my socks and roll with the punches. Whoa, cliché alert! Sorry, self imposed blogging hiatus is taking its toll. Why the hell is it so hard to write these days??!

Anyway, sorry for putting you through this, this post was completely pointless and not to mention completely random. 

Oh but wait, that's how all my posts are! 

Wow, it feels good to be back! 

Pre- college blues

No I'm not dead, although I'd very much like to be.

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On second thought, no, that sounds suicidal, which I can confirm that I definitely am not. 

And I thought, Hello, new shoes....bye bye blues..

Hey I put some new shoes on, 

And suddenly everything is right,

I said, Hey, I put some new shoes on,

And everybody's smiling, Its so inviting..

Oh, short on money but long on time

Slowly strolling in the sweet sunshine

And I'm running late, and I dont need an excuse,

'Cause I'm wearing my brand new shoes.

-PAOLO NUTINI

Baby Love

Yes, its 4 :46 in the morning.

Yes, I just got up.

Yes, I was asleep for the past eight hours, considering that I hadn't slept for the 48 before that.

Yes, my jury went horribly. And, no, I'm not being convicted, I'm talking about college.

Yes, I couldn't answer the million unanswerable questions.

Yes, I was called on, on not being 'technically sound'.

Yes, I felt like crap after.

And yes, none of that matters, because today, I just became an aunt for the second time!!!

And yes, thank god I'm not with him, or else I'd have eaten him up by now!

Love you already, baby Zach!

Some TV lovin'

Its so easy to let all the things that were previously in your life slip when you've got more important things that demand your attention. Please ignore the fact that the word 'important' in my life actually means TV. 

My download schedule these past two months have been crazy. Crazy in a good way though, cause it means more than a couple of hours each night of either spoilt brats from the upper east side, McSteamy, the awesomeness that is....wait for it....Barney or the hundreds of other characters that make American television so hard to resist. 

If American television on the other hand, awakens the gag reflex in you, I suggest you skip this post. I'm only writing this, so that when I read it 20 years from now, I'll know that the 19th year of my life was filled with all the normal things a 19 year old is supposed to do, you know, things like go out, have fun, party, drink myself silly and not sit at home happily devouring hours of TV. Yeah, I know that that spells loser, but you know what, I've come to terms with it.

So here's my schedule. I don't watch these shows on television, but download them. (Anti downloaders, your hate mail isn't going to stop me, so please note that you'd be wasting your time)

Monday:

Desperate Housewives

Yes, the ladies of Wisteria Lane are most certainly kicking up their skirts in their fifth year. Its got the usual, Susan with her man troubles, Lynette with her kid troubles but surprisingly each year the show just keeps getting better and better! 

Brothers And Sisters

In its third season, not as exciting as all its other hour long drama show competitors, but I've been a huge fan right from the start, so I'm rooting for this one to stay on as long as all the others have.  

Tuesday: Also the best day of the week when it comes to TV!

Gossip Girl 

(In a Kristen Bell's husky voice)

Queen B and S have patched up again and Little J has flown the coop, has she taken on more than she can handle?? Be careful of the friends you make Little J, they can take your life and make it go up in flames. Oh, and you be careful too readers, once this show sucks you in, there's no turning back.

xoxo

GossipGirl

Just for the record, I was actually called 'Gossip Queen' when I was in school, so its no surprise that I love this show.

How I met Your Mother

Seriously, do I even need to talk about how AWESOME this show is?! 

Prison Break

Ah, my Wentworth Miller crush, second only to my ginormous Leo DiCaprio crush when I was 10. 

But even if he wasn't in the lead, this show would still be as nail biting as it is, every single week! Four years running, and the breaking-out-of-prison theme still hasn't gotten old. Kudos to the writers, they have me and half the world hooked. Oh, and to you too Wentworth, you nail the 'smouldering-hot-intelligent-hot-sexy-hot-amazingly-hot' look in every single scene. 

Did I say the word 'hot' one too many times in that sentence? 

Heroes

Again, an amazing show, but I haven't really been watching this season, because it gets too confusing, and when you watch an episode, you have to go back to the previous episode to know who's after who and who's in which form and blah, blah blah. So basically, its just too much work. But, I have been downloading and accumulating them, so that I can watch them at a stretch and save myself the trouble of going back and forth.

Samantha Who

Only started downloading it due to my undying love for sitcoms, but honestly, it isn't that great. It isn't something you can rewatch. Come to think of it, the only sitcom you can rewatch five billion times and not get even a teensy bit bored of is Friends, and this definitely isn't in that league.

Its ok to watch when you're completely bored and have nothing else to do.

Wednesday:

90210

A spin off from the old and very popular Beverly Hills 90210. I remember this show so well, because my cousins were crazy about it. 

Anyway, the new one is just as good as the old or maybe even better. You could call it the west coast version of Gossip Girl, but I like to keep my 'chanel-wearing-boyfriend-stealing-back-stabbing-teens' separate from one another, thank you very much.

Thursday:

Lipstick Jungle

I didn't even know this show existed until I read the book, and as is always the case with me, anytime I read or hear about something new, I have to google it. Its like a disease. No seriously, ITS LIKE A DISEASE.

Anyway, when I did google it, I found out that they had made the book into a show (the book by the way is by Candace Bushnell, the same woman who wrote Sex and the City), and a season had already past, so being the rabid downloader that I am, I had to download the whole thing and watch it. And surprise surprise, it was pretty addictive.

Its on its second season now, and is doing pretty well from the looks of it.

Dirty Sexy Money

Along the same lines of Lipstick Jungle, but oh, so much more juicier!! True to its title, its dirty, its sexy and they are filthy rich. 

Its the story of a family called the 'Darlings'.

There, isn't that reason enough to start watching this show?!

Top Chef

Season 5 of Top Chef requires the same of you as it has in all its previous seasons. Never sit down to watch an episode without a plate of good food in front of you, because trust me, you're bound to get hungry. 

This show is also to blame for my ever expanding mid section.

Friday:

Ugly Betty

Now, who doesn't know of the darling Betty Suarez and her questionable fashion sense. Currently in its third season, Ugly Betty still seems to catch its viewers attention. I for one love Justin, Betty's nephew, and please, who can't stare at Daniel Meade for 5 hours straight. Other than you straight guys, that is.

Grey's Anatomy

I just have to say, Meredith Grey annoys the hell outta me. Do you find that surprising?

You know what else?

I don't understand what all the drama is about McDreamy anyway!!

McSteamy is way hotter!

If you didn't get any of that, its probably because you don't watch the show.

But maybe you should start.

Extras:

The Ex- List

A pretty decent new show that got cancelled after four episodes. It stared Elizabeth Reaser, you may remember her as the Jane Doe, Ava from Grey's a coupla seasons back.

The Starter Wife

It started off as a TV mini series, but continued on as a regular series. I watched the season 2 premiere, but am still in the process of downloading the rest.

Rita Rocks:

A new weekday sitcom that started airing last week. Its got Tish Campbell (the Mom from 'My Wife & Kids') in one of the lead roles. Its your standard American family sitcom a la '8 Simple Rules' or 'Hope & Faith'.

Yeah, I watch a lot of TV. If you guys need a lesson in downloading any of these, let me know, I'd be happy to spread the love, because after a long day's work, a bed, my laptop and these shows are all I need to keep me happy and if it could do the same for you, then I can be assured that i'm not the only weirdo in this world.

So, to sum this post up, I HAVE NO LIFE.

But you knew that already, right?

Seven hundred and sixty seven

Whoa! 767 days in the blogosphere. I sure have come a far cry from my first post, which by the way, I now find excruciatingly painful to go back to. The dots, the excessive use of the exclamation mark and the lack of capitals are all mighty cringe-worthy.

But this isn't another "Its-been-two-years-I-love-you-blogosphere-You-have-taught-me-so-much" post.

I already did one of those last year.

This is more of a "blogs-without-which-my-life-would-be-incomplete" post. This is a list of my three favorite bloggers. I adore each and every one of them for completely different reasons. Each one of their posts either inspire me, make me laugh or make me feel like I've known them for ages. All of which are ordinarily very difficult to do, because a) I'm lazy, b) have the weirdest sense of humor and c) I have people issues. Yes, shocking, I know, but let's not dwell on that right now.

So here's my list. If you don't already read them, you should. Or should I say, you must. Either way, I order you to at least go give them a try.

Quaintly.net

She's around my age, is from Malaysia, but just moved to New York to attend Columbia University. Her writing style is amazing for some one so young, and every single post of hers blows me away with how thoughtful and articulate she is with her words. Every single post of hers also makes me extremely jealous because I know I can never be that thoughtful and articulate with my words. Yes I know I have a ton load of issues, someone drive me to a psychiatrist please.

The Pioneer Woman.com

She has a personal blog, a cooking blog, a photography blog and a home blog all rolled into one. And all of which are fabulous. She takes beautiful photos (which accompany ever single one of her posts) and her gastronomic genius is apparent in the cooking section of her blog. She even makes yogurt seem delicious, and if you know me at all, you'd know that there's nothing I hate more in the world than yogurt, oh and people who think that they're all that.

Dooce.com

Only the queen of the blogging universe and quite possibly the king too. This woman my idol. Seriously, a blog cannot get better than hers. She's like the coolest, most awesome person in the world. I know I either sound like a blithering idiot or a crazy teenybopper fan, both of which I don't deny that I am (except for the teenybopper bit, that is). But if you don't read this woman, you should go jump on over to her site right now, because I swear to God, you have no clue what you've been missing in the blog world.

So that's it for the list. If you have your own set of favorite bloggers, feel free to go crazy in the comments, you can be sure that I will check them out, just like how you'll check my list out. Hint, hint.

And about the fact that my two year anniversary post, is more than a month late, I'm totally using the 'SELF PROCLAIMED SLACKER' route to get out of that one.

Hurried randomness.

• Yes, I seem to have disappeared off the face of the Internet. I didn't even write on my two year anniversary of this blog!
• I figured that my overused excuse of being lazy is well, overused. So I tried to pick a new one, but I couldn't. Why? Because I was too lazy to try for more than three seconds.
• The past couple of weeks, have no doubt been hectic, what with college work, submissions and exams. But what kept me busier was keeping up with all of my downloads. The fall TV season has started, and the rabid downloader in me is lapping up every single second. A post on my TV obsession will be up soon. Watch out for it.
• Had a minor accident on the bike the other day. Didn't realize that landing sprawled out in the middle of the road would guarantee a horrifying body ache the next day.
• Leaving in an hour to visit my grandmom in Nagpur. Anything else I can do there other than gorge and oranges and haldirams?
• Speaking of which, I still have some packing and some updating of an iPod to do, so I'll probably try to find an internet centre in the middle of the Dhussera madness to update you more on my mad, chotic albeit boring life!
  

A little too soon

Today was not a good day.

600 students standing around a bunch of candles and a picture of a girl who left just a little too early. 

A junior of mine from college, passed away on Saturday.

But it wasn't until today that it actually hit us.

18 is not an age to go. In fact, its very far away from an age to go. But then again, if there's anything I've learnt in the recent past, its that, anything, good or bad is all a part of the big picture. Now that picture maybe a beautiful Degas, or a scary Edvard Munch or a freaking chaotic Jackson Pollock, but its still our picture to make, and all the little bits of paint over the years add up at the end of it all.

Now her picture is probably done and all ready to be placed on a hook at the Met, but knowing her and the way she affected our lives, is a little bit of paint on our big pictures. And its fuchsia.

A color we'll definitely miss.

PS: She was a wonderful poet. Please drop by her blog and leave her a message. I'm sure it would mean a lot to her.