Girls rule!!!

There is a reason girls have other girls as friends. It is because they are irreplaceable. I am serious. Guys may give me that skeptical look, but its true. And I'm sure that any girl who has her share of girlfriends would agree with me one hundred percent.


It is a difficult job being a girl in today's world but with our best friends by our side, the task becomes bearable, fun even. They always know what we feel and what we are going through. Who else would cheer us on and encourage us in our endeavors? Who else would cry with us when we don't make it? Who else would we turn to after a fight with a family or after some jerk-of-a-boyfriend has left us in pieces? Who would be by our side bitching about our enemies and making us feel better? Who else could we ask for advice on anything which may range from the color of a nail polish to an opinion in the choice of a life partner? We'd be so lost without each other.


So this post is solely dedicated to ALL my girlfriends right from my preschool to my college days. Girls, here's to the world of endless gossip, emotional breakdowns, pedicures, shopping, pajama parties, all that excessive mushiness and going crazy wild!  Love you! You gals rock! 

Update: This post was a result of a hugely emotional get-together and the subsequent burst of estrogen. And in case any of my invisible blog readers were wondering, I do become emotional, if not once in a blue moon, at least once in a leap year.

 

Blog = Ctrl + Delete???

A couple of months back, I'd started reading blog posts of random people in the blog-o-sphere. I go to a blog through some link posted in a random site and I keep clicking on the "Next Blog" button and reading for hours together (Yea, I know! Even I think I'm pretty jobless and need to get a life and all!). So what I was trying to say is that I've come across a lot of beautifully written blogs. I mean, I'm literally in awe of the writing of so many people. Be it humor, hobbies, social issues or even just random stuff and its not just people from a particular part of the world or a certain age group or anything. I've read blogs of people ranging from 16-40 year olds from America to Africa to India which are equally fascinating.

Anyway, all that got me thinking. What am I doing with this excuse of a blog of mine? I mean its true that I had started it to rant and rave about random stuff from my life and all but it just feels kind of inadequate now. I feel its a pointless waste of time and energy of people who read it, assuming that there are at least a few people who have come across this blog, even if only by accident. So maybe I should delete or maybe I should just let it be. I can't seem to decide. Hmm..

In other, totally unrelated news, the opening ceremony of Burj Khalifa in Dubai was awesomely amazing. I so wish I'd been there to witness it. I guess this is one of the first times I wish I'd listened to my dad and taken up a job in Bahrain, from where Dubai is easier access than India (and I cannot figure out my obsession with linking everything to Wikipedia!). Anyway,that's that and it's all for now. Catch u later (unless of course I do decide to murder the blog).

A New Year.

I haven't blogged in like ages. Well, what can I say? It just hasn't been the most inspiring and happening days of my life. Another year comes to an end in two days and that makes me unusually reflective. What did I gain/lose this year? What is still the same? Here is a generic list.

• I still lack focus.
• I became a graduate
• I've become more mature in my outlook of things. (Sadly, I am the only person who agrees with me on that one!)
• I have stopped speaking to a friend whom I knew for the past 18 years. Such is the result of some bad choices.
• I still haven't figured out that one thing I have a passion for and want to do for the rest of my life. (I have a deep inherent fear that I never will!!)
  
• I realized guys are not the only ones who are scared of commitments and have issues with marriage. I was recently asked by my family if I was interested in marrying a certain dude they thought was purrrfect for me!! To say that it was one of the scariest moments of my life, is putting it mildly.
• I've become more impatient than before. (And here I thought people become calmer as they age!)
• I have actually finished two knitting projects (a purse and a headband) which is a big thing for me because earlier, I used to take years to finish even the simplest projects.
• My cooking has seriously improved. Now what I cook is at least edible.
• I have started reading newspapers, something which I used to absolutely hate doing earlier.
• I've figured out that gardening is not as loathsome as I'd portrayed it to be, It can actually be fun.
  
• One of my first ambitions was to be a painter (and not the artistic kind!) I finally did it. I painted a gate and couple of the walls in my house. It isn't as fulfilling as I thought it would have been. But it was fun while it lasted.
• I still have a short attention span, i.e. I may find something absolutely fascinating for like 5 days and then I forget all about it.
  
• I realized the whole 'Best Friends Forever' thing from college and school days doesn't really last. Most often than not it would just fizzle out and die if it weren't for Facebook, Twitter, etc
• I also realized that my friends from college/ school are the best people I ever hung out with. Given a choice, I'd definitely chose them over the ones I made later (no offense intended!). Its probably the innocence but as we grow older we tend to grow more cynical and that ruins the actual essence of it.
• I miss my school days more than my college days.
  
• Well, I can't think of much else.
  

Hoping that the new year brings lots of joy and cheer to me and to everyone I know. Keep smiling, folks! :) :)

Hmmm.....

Well.. hello there..!! :) How u doin?? (Some say, that dialogue is Joey-customized, but I personally feel tat it becomes a Joey-dialogue only when you say it the way he does..which I don't.. So I'm clean here! :)).

Okay.. I'm in Cochin now. Done with college and subsequently plunged into an even greater abyss of joblessness than I was when I was in college. I am 'supposed' to be job hunting, but anyone who has been job hunting for any amount of time these days will know how that's been goin!!

My typical day consists of a lotta sleep, food, a lil internet and of course Radio Mango's always in the background. Could I BE more jobless??? (Okay.. I think I should stop watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S now!! :|).

Anyways, since I'm pretty much lazing around, I seriously think I should learn how to cook... you know like the traditional Kerala style food or whateva!! Cz I don't think I can survive on chocolate cakes for the rest of my life!! :| But that would require me to actually spend some energy which seems virtually impossible. :) The funny part is that, if I do manage to continue this routine for a while longer, I might actually succeed not fittin thru my door anymore!!!

hmmm..that'd be reeeely interestin!!!:)


Anyways..gtg... catch ya laterz!!! bubye!! :)

and I'm back!!! :)

Hey there!!! This is just to say that ONE of my new year resolutions was to start actively blogging, now that I spent so much time in front of the computer anyway!! What do you think? And now, that I've made such a decision, I don't seem to have random thoughts in my head anymore. How sad is that? Pretty sad, I'd say! Oh! that reminds me that I'd promised myself I would post the recipe of those chocolate brownies we made during Fete and Raagam in college. A few people had asked me for the recipe but I never got around to giving it to anyone. So this would be a nice place to post that along with a few other successful dishes I've tried(ahem!!!). There..I'm already brimming with ideas for new posts! :) Well, we'll see how much of it actually becomes practical. Did I tell you that I have taken a newfound interest in knitting? To be frank, I've been really crazy about knitting since 6th grade (when mom wouldn't allow me to take Home Science for Activities, instead she made me take Music which is another long story!) and I've started a few knitting projects. But me, being the restless soul that I am, never finished even a single one. So finally, I started and finished a magenta headband (I know! I know! Its a ridiculous color! But I didn't have much of a choice!) and I'm currently doing my second one, a pouch for my cellphone, and this time its black. :)Well, I guess that's about it for now. So ciao! Keep smiling!!!

Well..well...well...come to think of it! I haven't blogged in more than a year..wonder wateva happened to those creative juices of mine which used to come oozing out regularly during a bo-oring class! Well..guess I don't go woolgathering any longer...or rather I don't go 'creatively woolgathering' any longer!

~DaRkNeSS!~

Its chokin me,
With its cold dark, hands.
Around my throat.
Its engulfing me,
in its huge ugly arms.
Driving me to the brink of insanity.
I feel all alone and miserable,
travelling in this silent darkness
without a proper destination
Darkness all around me,
silent darkness...
which forces me to do things,
I would'nt have done otherwise.

I've been walkin for as long as
I can remember.
My legs hurt and my throat is parched.
Even my sandals are worn out.
and I have lost all hope in life.
But I go on and on
with that bit of life left in me

Ah! In the distance I see,
a spot of dim light,
which gives me a ray of hope,
to travel on and on.
To finally reach that spot,
happy that now atleast,
I've found my final destination.
But then alas! the pessimist
in me arises n questions me.
Will I reach in time?
Or will I fall halfway thru?
I really don't have a clue.
But still I continue.
My only hope being that the spot
now looks brighter than before.

I'm now drained of all energy.
But I still haven't reached that spot.
I consider giving up,
and then quickly against it.
B'cz now I shouldnt give up,
with only a couple of yards to go!

Atlast, when I'm almost there,
barely fifteen steps more.
I'm very sure I cannot go any forward.
My heart breakin,
I fall down on my knees
in the darkness
and look up into the skies.
Wanting to ask fate
Before all trace of life leaves me,
"What was it I did,
so very wrong in life,
to become so unlucky
that I was unable to fullfill
even that final wish of my life?"

when reality strikes hard..:-)

I reeely dunno who the author was, of an article in a magazine I'd read sometime back in which he/she says that we should not possibly burden others with our problems and frustrations when we have a lot easier and simpler way out of it. Nope..its not suicide, the gist of it goes somethin like this!

"When your feeling uncontrollably frustrated or angry with a particular person or object, the best way out of it would be to go to your room, lock your door, take out a pen and bundles of paper and start writing. Nothing specific. Just keep writing and writing and writing whatever comes to your mind at that particular point of time. Just keep penning down your thoughts and your frustrations. You can use whatever words and phrases that you thought would be inappropriate to be used in front of that particular person who caused you such misery. You can keep writing till you feel your frustration is gradually wearing off and stop writing when you feel you are totally through..."


When I did read this article, I did think that it indeed was amazing way to ward off uneasiness. But only when I was in this stage of extreme frustration and did I manage to try out this so called 'technique' of his/hers did I find out how futile it was. What did happen in reality was that I kept on writing and writing and writing for hours together, but my frustration showed no signs of leaving me. Not only did I become tired after a while, my pen stopped working all together and I was left sitting in the middle of my locked room like a freaking LOSER and feeling ten times more frustrated then I actually was in the beginning!


Now, to conclude, if I ever come across the name of the author who wrote that particular article in the therapist's column of some God-damned magazine, I'll personally make sure that he/she is robbed of every cent he/she made out of writing that article.

Peace always
Moi!

ya..wateva!

Have u noticed? I mean, whenever you were in a park and did manage to get on a roller-coaster, the mixture of feelings you experience? Initialy, you might feel that the thing is so fast that your head is starting to spin and you might ache to get in touch with that solid ground and occasionally cursing the prescence of mind (or lack of it!) you had when you felt like tryin out this ride!

Gradually, you get used to the speed and the way it moves, you actually begin to enjoy it. The feeling of nausea passes and you tend to loosen the death grip you unconciously had on the seat in front of you. You'd start to enjoy the sense of freedom that comes to you. The way you happen to see a hundred things all at once, the way the wind blows through your hair and the way the present slowly drifts away from you and you enter this time and this place where everything is so different, so peaceful and so unlike the cruel reality.

Minutes pass. And your still caught in that feeling of bliss. You never want it to end, despite the ups and the downs it provides. But the net result being so good, you slowly forget all those small discomforts that you had to suffer. Because you and you only know that it was worth a sacrifice. And now you slowly start to feel something different. A change in the way your starting to move. You know whats happening but you dont wanna admit it. It going to stop and your gonna have to get out, spoiling everything!

You begin to hate it. Like a newborn hating this entire world and crying its guts away because it had to leave the protective covering of its mother's womb. But like the baby, you don't seem to have much of a choice! So you do as your supposed to. You get ready to leave. And once it stops you get out and your feet touches solid ground. The place you so craved for, only a few minutes back starts to look like an enemy's territory. You hate every minute of getting back. But then, you dont have a choice. You have to get adjusted to the present, run along with the others and act exactly like you are expected to act! Only you know the discomfort, the revolting feelings that run through your head! But then you are grown up! And grown-ups are supposed to handle everything, aren't they?