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?

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?

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! 

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

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!
  

Dailies

*Got chills down my back from looking at a picture of a guy that I dont know. Not once, but several times. No one is allowed to be that cute.


*I actually sent more than 5 messages today from my useless phone. The purpose of a cell phone is usually lost on me.


*Managed to successfully sleep for more than 20 minutes before getting caught in class. Huge achievement.


*My unusually strong immune system is giving up on me. Sniffling through out the day is not pretty at all.


*Listened to Jason Mraz's "I'm Your's" 37 times this week. Yes, it is that amazing.


*Give it up for the Daily Sub. I don't know what I'd do without it. Oh wait. Yes, that's right, I'd probably starve.


Which reminds me, its time for lunch.

Blah doesn't even begin to cover it.

I have been avoiding this compose page like a plague because I fear that I may have lost that single ounce of writing capability that I once had.

For the first time in my life, I feel like I have nothing to say.

Absolutely nothing.

Zero.

Zip.

Zilch.

Nada.

There are a lot of things on my mind, but trying to push them out of that hole in my face is proving to be quite a task.

So I'm going to leave it at that now, and hope that I get out of this funk in the near future.

Keep your fingers crossed.

ps: Just checked my stats and noticed that someone from the 'Fashion Institute of Technology', was on this site..whoever you are, if you do come back here and see this, can you please get in touch with me. Thanks a ton!

The good ol' 90's

The other day, during the usual 'snooping-around-on-facebook' phase of my internet time, I happened to find a group, that listed all the things you would remember if you were a kid who grew up in the 90's. Now I actually remember reading an article awhile ago on things that you would remember if you were an INDIAN kid who grew up in the 90's. So I thought I'd make my own list, of course a couple of things may overlap with the other lists that are all over the internet, but come on, that's only because we all remember the same things. After all, we were the cool kids from the 90's, weren't we?

So, here's my version!

YOU WERE AN INDIAN KID WHO GREW UP IN THE 90'S, IF...

• You know who Mogli from the Jungle Book is, because you watched the show on Doordarshan and you remember singing along to the title track, even though you had no idea what it meant. (This is for the South Indians out there)

• Wrote an actual letter, or a letter in your head that never materialized to MTV's Most Wanted.
  

• You religiously turned on the TV on Sundays at 12 to catch Derek O'Brien on the Bournvita Quiz show. Yes, religiously. Its quite shocking that I of all people loved this show.
  

• 'Made in India' by Alisha Chinai was one of your favorite songs and you hoped that one day, a bare bodied Milind Soman would jump out of a box and sweep you off of your feet.

• Your first email address was the lamest one you've ever had. Eg : koolchick2000@yahoo.com

• Your mom sent you to bed by 8, so that she could watch "Bold and the Beautiful' without you irritating her with questions like "What does 'romantic' mean?"

• You thought that having a birthday party at the newly opened Pizza Corner made you the coolest gal around.

• You could sing along to the Vicco Turmeric ad.

• You got ready for school in the morning while watching 'GI Joe' and 'The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles' on Star Plus.

• You got the board game "Business" as a gift on at least one of your birthdays.

• Your wardrobe was almost completely made up of clothes from Weekender Kids.

• Train rides meant hurriedly buying a Tinkle or a Champak just before you jumped in.

• You thought Nick Carter from 'The Backstreet Boys' was the 'cutest' guy around! (As 10 year olds, 'hottest' wasn't a word that was in our vocabulary as yet)
  

• You managed to entirely cover one wall of your room with posters of Leo DiCaprio.

• Speaking of which, your mom made you shut your eyes during the infamous 'car' scene in the 'Titanic'.

• You loved the lollipop 'Mr. Pops' but hated Parle's Lacto King. (Seriously, Lacto King sucked!)
  

• You cried every time you watched the movie 'Kuch Kuch Hota Hai'.

• You wished you had your very own robot sister like Vickie from 'Small Wonder'.

• You traded your 'tazos' for neon coloured 'Add Gel' pens!

• You would have given your left eye for a game like 'Jumanji'.

• Dancing to the Macarena was a given at any party!

• You remember that 'Lays' were originally called 'Ruffles'.

• You were hooked onto Cartoon Network and had to be surgically removed from in front of the TV.

• You grew up a be a pretty awesome dude or chick.

Ok, I know the words 'Dude' and 'Chick' don't fall into the 90's category, but that's cause we grew into the new millennium by then. Because, seriously, you can't deny the fact that we actually are an awesome generation!

PS: If you guys have more points to add, go on ahead, I'm sure that there quite a few that I missed out.

Day 1 at College

• Went late for my first class.

• Dozed off in class.
  

• Got caught for dozing off in class.
  
  
• Whined about the rest of the year.
  

• Ate crap food from the canteen.

• Got sick.
  

• Did absolutely nothing productive when I got back home.

Yup, I'd say I kept the traditions alive.

randomness...need I say more? CHAPTER 2

randomness...need I say more? CHAPTER 1 - Written on August 1st, 2007 exactly a year ago.

I haven't been in the best of moods lately. I'm not sure what it has to do with, but 'pissed off' is all I see written on my forehead when I look into the mirror.

My third year at college starts on Monday and no, I am in no way ready for it. It also is not my final year, as a result of which there isn't much to look forward to. I don't want to go into college on Monday feeling all blah, because I'm certain it will screw things up for the rest of the year. Yes, that's the little superstitious person in me talking. So I need to get out of this funk I'm in, so the rest of my year can be slightly less crappier than it usually is.

God, I can't even listen to myself anymore. I hate being so crabby. I'm going to blame it on my genes.

Its actually a couple of hours past the 31st of July but I couldn't bear letting this blog have only three entries for the month, so I'm cheating a little and pushing the date back on this, so I'll have four posts under July. Why, you ask. Because I feel a little guilty, and maybe this will help ease the guilt a tad. You see, the thing is, I've been sitting on my ass this whole month, doing nothing, and I couldn't even find the the extra few minutes it takes to get myself from wherever I was lazing, to the seat in front of the computer to supply this dear little space that I love so much with a couple of words. So an attempt to redeem myself is in order.

The thing with me is, its either all or nothing. Either I bring total mayhem and madness into my life by making myself completely busy or I sit around doing nothing, and by nothing, I actually mean nothing. I said the word 'nothing' thrice in the last sentence so you'll know that it actually means 'nothing'. As I was saying, either I kill my self with work without sleeping a wink, or I do no work at all and sleep until 3 pm. Either starve myself and work out like a maniac or just eat whatever I want in insane quantities. You see, the word balance does not happen to be in my dictionary and trying to achieve an equilibrium at things is something that's way beyond my league. And this I'm going to blame on being an only child. The 'siblingless-ness' of it all brought it out in me.

If you haven't noticed by now, blaming other people, things and situations is something I do on a regular basis. And this I'm going to blame on my nuclear family. My father blames my mother for things, my mother blames my father, they blame me, I blame them. Its a vicious cycle, this blaming game. And one that's isn't planning on dying out anytime soon, I'm afraid.

Another thing you didn't need to know about me. Seriously I should rename this blog 'Unnecessary Confessions Of a Sour Lemon'. Way more fitting, don't you think?

Messiness, thy name is me.

An extremely untidy person by nature, I pretty much spent my whole adolescent and teenage life listening, to my mother scream at me, to clean up the pig sty that was my room. Disobedience, being my norm, I hardly ever adhered to those frequent orders.

I'm still as messy as I've ever been at home, but I've noticed that when I travel, especially alone, I am freaking obsessive compulsive. Turns out there is some of my mother's blood flowing through my veins, after all.

I went on two trips this year with college. We were a bunch of four in a hotel room, an inexplicably tiny hotel room might I add, with one double bed and barely enough space to put our feet. Four college girls doesn't exactly spell the bare necessities in terms of luggage. So there we are, all cramped up in this tiny room, which we unfortunately will call home for the next two weeks, and I get this rabid urge to tidy the place up. So my best friend and I start to clean, stowing away luggage, folding clothes, picking up wet towels off of the floor, throwing away food that's gone way past its 'best before' date, you know, the usual 'living-out-of-a-suitcase' scene. So we finally get done, and sit back surveying our work. Proud of the job we'd done, I pick up my book and continue on the adventures of three young women in Dublin (yes, I live on Chick lit, so sue me!!) when I see a comb that's on the table, slightly askew. I don't know what came over me that minute, I lunged across the bed, jumped over a couple of suitcases barely escaping landing on my face, and moved the comb two centimeters to the right so that it would be in place.

The moment I did that, I stopped. Disbelief washed over me, as I realized that I, the girl who went months without washing her bike, actually moved my fat ass from one end of a room to another to put a comb, of all insignificant things, in its place!

The reason I bring this up is that I've been home for two months now, and only a couple of weeks ago, did I get around to cleaning my room. I can safely say that while the task in itself was no piece of cake, it definitely would not have taken the amount of time that I took on it, which give or take was about three weeks.

Here are some pictures to prove it. (Sorry about the quality, a very sad VGA camera phone was all I had to work with!)

Three weeks later. Not perfect, but awesome for my standards.

So, that's the result of three weeks hard labour. Translation : Two and a half weeks of procrastination and 3 days of work.

Oh, and I hope I didn't scare you guys off with the filth that I lived in. Just trying to keep it real here folks.

Next week, my monstrosity of a closet.

Don't ask me how I get clothes outta there. Its a modern mystery.

While I'm the epitome of untidiness in this aspect, I expect nothing less than perfection from myself when I turn in work at college. Having to attain perfection in a room of crap can be quite a task. And that's something I'll have to repeat ten times everyday hereafter, so I can stop messing up my room.

Can you see the difference between ME - 'The Traveller' and ME - 'The lazy slug at home'. The difference is truly phenomenal. Now the only thing left to do is find someone to sponser my travel so I can learn to be a tidier person or learn to be happy living amongst the filth.
Though the former is extremly tempting, I'd be completely satisfied doing the latter.

Now THERE'S something you didn't need to know about me.

Random much?

Its very unbecoming of me to get serious on my blog. And also slightly scary. So lets revert back to the usual nonsensical crap that I so easily manage to churn out, shall we. Bulleted list of all the happenings in this little life of mine.

• After many failed attempts of getting back into my former obsessive reading habit, I have finally finished my first book of the summer and am halfway through the next one. For someone who used to live in the library, practically the entire summer, the TV and the internet have truly wrecked havoc in my life. I'm not complaining though.

• For a person who 99% of the time, thinks she's right, having to say "I was wrong, you were right and I'm sorry" doesn't exactly happen to be in my repertoire. This is definitely not something to be proud of, but it is something that I have been working on.

• Being on the heavier side, shopping for clothes is painful to say the least. If I was trying to be descriptive.. indescribably, excruciatingly horrific would be an understatement. Now this shopping experience wouldn't be half as bad if you had a mother who say, was not that into shopping for herself or a mother who wasn't half your size. Unfortunately, my mother happens to fall into both those categories. So while the experience of trying on a billion outfits and finding that none fit you is traumatic enough, whats worse is your mother walking out of the store with more clothes for herself than you, even though you originally went to shop for yourself.

• Sitting at home and lazing around is something that I have elevated to an art form. I should write a book on it. It would probably be a best seller.

• I have horrible hair. Its curly one day, its wavy the next. It never stays the way its supposed to and is terribly tiresome...is what someone who actually cared would say. I have never been one to look after myself. I use zero hair products except for shampoo and conditioner, zero moisturizers and creams, zero makeup except for kajal, that is if I can find it. I'm very low maintenance in this sense, but I got my hair cut a couple of days ago, and trust me when I say, it is by far the worst one I've ever had, and trust me I've had my fair share of bad hair cuts. The worst part? It cost me six hundred bucks! If it were up to me, I'd have gone to the fake Chinese salon down the road, but no, my mom convinced me to go someplace "nice", because I don't cut my hair too often. And that is the story of the worst hair cut. That and being called 'Simba' because of my wild mane.
  

• I love my google reader, have I ever mentioned that before. Its the first thing I check in the morning, and the last thing I check before I go to sleep. Yes, I realize I need some sort of detox, but I don't want any and its a choice I'm happy to make. I subscribe to over 120 blogs ranging from personal blogs to tech blogs to design & photoshop blogs to cooking blogs to celeb blogs to pop culture blogs to craft blogs. Basically my point is, I read A LOT of blogs, but I've come to notice that it is never enough. I spend the whole day refreshing the page, because I read them all so quickly and I'm left wanting more, which isn't exactly possible because not many people update more than once a day. Anyway, the bottom line, I need more blogs to read. I love going to other people's blogs and stumbling upon other blogs, but that gets tiring after awhile. I know there are a lot of people who read this site and don't comment. I want to read your blogs! You don't ever have to comment again, just this once to leave your blog address behind, so I'll have more stuff to read. Its only fair! powerdrunk.blogspot.com...I'm talking to you! Send me an invite will you, I'd love to read! To people who already comment, I read all your blogs and love them all!
  

It took a week to post this cause I'd sit down everyday and write only one point.
I think I can proudly claim the title of queen of procrastination after this, don't you?

Smile

I'm in a weirdly happy mood. The kind that makes you smile for the tiniest things. The same kind where you're thankful for all the simple things in life.

Like old family photos.

Deliciously delightful french songs.

The joy of being able to do nothing all day.

That five minutes you believe in love after you watch a perfect chick flick.

The absence of the cell phone ringing.

That feeling when you realize that you already have the song that you've been frantically searching for on the internet for the past three days.

Licking chocolate off of your fingers.

Singing along loudly to cheesy old songs.
(Let me emphasize on the 'loudly' on that last sentence!)

Being able to put these feeling down.
(Not well, but at least I'll know that there were days like these when I'm down in the dumps!)


Anyway, I guess its just one of those days, or nights rather, considering that fact that its happens to be almost 4 in the morning!

To all you guys and to all the little things that make you smile. I know you know what I'm talking about.

Happy Friday!

Hello you!

16 hours of sleep, two days worth of food and one huge pimple on my forehead, later, I am back!

A roller coaster ride of hits, misses (mostly misses) and torture and trauma has finally come to an end. It still doesn't erase the fact that I have two more tickets to ride this coaster. But for now, its done. I can finally breathe, breathe the air of food, sleep and most importantly the internet. I missed you. Not to say that I haven't been here all this time, oh I was here alright (What did you think was the root of all the procrastination that was going on) but never in spirit. If you've noticed, I'm back to being myself, never knowing what to say, so reverting to the one thing I know best, typing crap to make it seem like I actually have an entire blog post mapped out in this little head of mine.

So another summer at my feet, well, not exactly a whole summer, I leave to Calicut next week for two whole weeks! Not as exciting as it sounds though, its for a college project and everyone is pretty much as 'blah' about it as I am. I don't know why, but lately I seem to be feeling a bit 'blah' about everything. I guess I'm in a 'blah' phase right now, which hopefully should pass, not that I don't completely enjoy sitting around and feeling sorry for myself. Its awesome fun. You should try it sometime!

Yes I get it. I shouldn't exactly try and use sarcasm to be funny, it comes out completely wrong and then it prompts me to type out a stupid explanation as to why I'm so bad at this. Kill me already!

Anyway, the fact that the time is 2:42 isn't exactly helping the funk that I seem to be in. So I'll catch you at the other end of today! Bye!

Micro

I'm probably not gonna be around for the next couple of weeks, which is quite heartbreaking cause I happen to love this space and all you guys reading it. I'm gonna miss you'll.

If you miss me too, you can find me HERE!! Microblogging!

Yup, that's right..I'm on twitter, which is actually pretty great once you get the hang of it. Which I haven't happened to have gotten, by the way. I'm still trying to find my way, sniffing around the place like a pup in a new house. But, wait a sec, I can't be twittering and barking at the same time, can I? I would be like cat-dog (on cartoon network) then, except I wouldn't, cause I'd be bird-dog.

Shit, I'm so stressed.. I have no idea what I'm saying!

Ok..So, I'll see you guys on twitter, where you can catch the mini adventures of *drumroll*
BIRD-DOG!

blog party!!

Not exactly! Well, sort of, anyway.


Look who finally decided to grace her beloved blog with her presence!

Seriously, I need to get my life back on track here, laziness seems to be reigning over every little cell in my body. My life, in addition to being depressing is now turning chaotic, so chaotic in fact, that I can't seem to be able to find any balance anymore. Not that I was well balanced individual to begin with, but you know what I'm talking about, right?
Well, if you don't, then that's probably because this is the first time you're finding yourself here. To know a little more about my extremely unbalanced self, go read the archives of this blog. I'm sure they'll provide you a good insight into the utter and complete insanity that is me.

Anyway, what prompted me to post in the middle of my previously mentioned chaotic existence, is to tell all you guys that Chennai's gonna have its very own blogger meet!!

I don't hear any 'woo-hoo'ing or hooting!!

Whats wrong with you guys??

I said CHENNAI is gonna have its very own BLOGGER MEET!!

*Hears distant catcalls and imagines nerdy bloggers in the suburbs of madras pumping their fists in the air*

Yup, That's more like it!!

psst...Don't try to deny it, we bloggers are quite a nerdy bunch!

I can't wait for it! Its being organising by Indiblogger and is definitely bound to be good fun! Anyone reading here in Chennai, please get over to the site and register yourselves, right now! Yes of course I mean NOW!!

What're you waiting for?? GO!!

Chennai blogger meet

17/05/2008 at 16:00

Check out some of the reviews of the earlier meets at Pune and Bangalore and also go look at the Indiblogger Flick group. Click on all the links and go crazy guys! :)

See you there!

Shooting bullets!

I never know what I'm going to write about, until I coerce my fingers to do that rhythmical tapping jig that they do on the keyboard. It is usually quite a task..getting my fingers to do that rhythmically tapping jig. And while they're doing that, most often than not, I'm usually hoping that, what's coming out of them will at least be vaguely readable. Since I have nothing in particular to bore you with today, I figured I'd resort to the ever reliable bullets to give you an idea of the random happenings in my life.

Disclaimer: Reader will probably die a fatal death of boredom during the course of this post. If indeed found dead, I am in no way responsible for the remnants of his/her body. His/her soul of course, is probably already on its way to haunt me.

• Last week I was in the car with my mother when she stopped abruptly in the middle of the road, I looked up from the label of the tissue box I was reading, only to catch a chicken cross the road. A chicken crossing a road. A CHICKEN CROSSING A ROAD!!

• Google reader happens to be my new best friend. I found her in November, and I've held her hand while walking around school everyday. Literally. Seriously, this tiny blurb does her absolutely no justice, she deserves a post of her own, which hopefully will find its way here sometime in the near future, if I can get off my lazy ass, that is. Translation: School being the Internet for people who didn't get it.

• Writing an 80 page project report on your internship in the middle of nowhere sure can zap all the energy out of you. Wait a sec, I got that wrong, I actually meant, writing 2.00078 % of an 80 page project report on your internship in the middle of nowhere sure can zap all the energy out of you.

• Last night I accidentally fell asleep at 9 pm, but got up at approximately 2:30 am and proceeded to sit on the internet for the next hour and a half. I can't believe I'm this addicted. When did this happen?!

• I gave up the three C's for lent, chocolate, coke and chips. Thank God, easter's coming, there's a tub of chocolate ice cream in the freezer that's just waiting to be devoured.

• My middle name is procrastination. seriously, I began this post sometime Thursday night!!

• I own two sand filled animals, that are a couple of some of my most prized possessions. In addition to my insanity and my zero sense of humor, that is. Their names are Lizzie the Lizard and Fiona the Frog, and I keep them next to my computer monitor at home. They actually are a lizard and a frog, but I find that when you suffix a title to a name, it makes it sound a tad grander. Yes, I know that 'the lizard' and 'the frog' aren't exactly titles.

• Just so you know, I have no clue what I'm typing out. For someone who's never ever gotten drunk in her life, I sure do a good job of acting it. Just wanted to make sure that we were clear on that.
  

19

The clock reads 1:53am and the date is the 5th of march, which coincidentally happens to the day I was born. Nineteen whole years ago.

I can't believe I'm on the threshold of adulthood. What's even more unbelievable is the fact that I just used the phrase 'threshold of adulthood'. Am I really getting that old?

The birthday feeling still hasn't set in as yet for some reason. I don't feel anything except a weird numbness, like its just another day, but somehow is different, just not in a very significant way. If the previous sentence sounded like crap to you, then it probably is. Like I said I'm so numb, I can't even fell the keys while typing this out, so it probably is just a load of rubbish.

I reread what I 'd just written, and they sound like the words of an emotionless cynic, which I am not, most of the time at least. I think the time of the day (or the night in this case) does that to you. So it isn't exactly my fault. That's my latest trick, by the way, blaming stuff on the time. Is it working?

If by now you're wondering why you're still here, reading the words of a psychotic 'almost adult', I don't blame you. But please, stay and wish me a Happy Birthday, I'm sure it'll make my day however cynical I may seem.

untitled

A dark and dreary classroom in one corner of a weirdly constructed college.

Fifty six 'bored-out-of-their-minds' students sitting on fifty six extremely uncomfortable stools.

One overly enthusiastic professor who seems to be wearing a shirt meant for a 19 year old roadside romeo.

One twenty year old who is wearing pink barrettes meant for 5 year olds.

The Indian equivalent of a dumb blonde who is clearly amused with the animated way that she's twirling her hair.

The class clown trying very hard to keep his eyelids from completely shutting.

One new couple making goo goo eyes at each other across the room.

The class suck up busy nodding her head away, to every word, the man who's wearing the shirt meant for a 19 year old says.

Fifteen students who have their eyes fixed on a single point on the white board at the front of the class.

The girl with the dupatta wrapped tightly around her neck, trying to hide the insane number of hickeys that she currently possesses.

And the innocent little blogger trying to weasel a post out of herself, making the best out of an exceptionally humdrum class.