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Mainstream Hindi music is painfully boring. I give up!
BTW, the title of this post is my friend’s way of referring to silly songs.
How the heck does it matter anyway as long as I have rainy afternoons, pudgy cupcakes with mushy romances to read!
Why is Asterix so tiny?
I love Snowy. He always imitates Tintin’s facial expressions.
Fluffy needs to be taken out of his plastic cover prison as soon as I get back to Chennai.
Crayons don’t taste as good as color pencil tips. Nor do they color that well. I used to hate crayons because they assumed
they could leave some portions of my picture uncolored.
Yes. I think retarded thoughts. But I also think about shopping lists, cellphone recharges and powercuts.
I need a large strappy white belt. For no particular reason.
The red towel disappeared from my life without warning. I need it back.
Google tires me with its ancient typography and in-your-face white. !@%$!%*
The best joke of the year was when he told me I am not strong-willed. Yeah right!
I once had a small Ganesh statue that drank milk from a saucer. I swear it is true!!!! 
What the hell is this font called Marlett in my MS – Word. It is always a bunch of squareS, arcs and things.
When I was younger, I used to have these red kerchiefs with big sanrio kitties on them. *sniff*
I always stain my white shirts when eating.
A friend named Sowmya wrote to me after 10 years and another friend named Sumitha called me after 6 years. Miracles!
I once lifted a little pup in my hands and realized that it had peed recently. Not a nice discovery let me tell you! 
Likewise, I had my aunt’s huge German Shepherd sprawled on my lap for an hour. When he got off I was covered in fluff.
The natural texture of my hair is pathetically frizzy. I straightened it and it took me four ruddy hours!!
I used to have an elephant Doy soap a year back.
I hate drinking water. Why the hell is it not flavored? 
I pick flowers and twigs off the street. Some of my friends hate me for that.
I have an underwear that has pink, green, blue and white stripes. It looks like candy. >:)
I swear I have some floppy disks at home.
…and the greeting cards that S.P gave me. (I am a sentimental fool!)
I used to say “All Indians are my brothers and sisters (except 1)” back in school during the National pledge. Forethought,
they call it! Hehehe!
I love swings.
I love sharpening pencils. I glue the shavings to my notebook and make flowers.
Note to self: Ok enough. Shut up.
Freedom comes with the unimaginably wide horizon of possibilities. It takes my breath away.
Am the happiest because I escaped a wrong choice. What a relief!
I bet nobody else gets so many opportunities as I do and so many escapes! I swear am lucky as hell.
I have a plan for my future and it is would involve me and a very few close friends that I trust. Everybody else can stay in the periphery. I have had enough of being nice to useless strangers. I know who my valuable friends are and they are the ones who accept me as I am and guide me when I am wrong. They don’t reject me or hate me when I make a mistake. They take time to support me and stand by me at all times. I am thankful for a few good friends I made despite my general inability to judge people well.
I am also going to pay attention to my family because they have done so much for me. I think I have had enough of being selfish. I have always loved my family though I never expressed it very well. Now I will take time to express it.
And they won’t hate me even if I make stupid mistakes. They won’t ask me to go away. My best friends Jai, Rajesh and Arunkumar have stood by me at all times. While Jai and Arun have got me whatever I needed even if it was beyond their reach, Rajesh has been my mentor and guide. I am indebted to these three people.
I also have a few friends who let me be myself and accept me. One of them is Vivek and the other one is Shashi. Eventhough I have had epic fights with Shashi, we always ignore it and continue to be friends. I really think of him a lot of times and even he does not know about it. He has encouraged me and advised me when required. Vivek has accepted me despite my meanness to him and he has been kind to me though in his own silent manner.
I think I am going to erase all the mean things that some immaterial people told me and concentrate on what my friends and family have to say. I have buried my past and it is of no use or relevance to me except that it serves as the ashes from which I rise again in better form and with greater vitality.
Good bye to all the unnamed losers!
I’m in a bus
Where is it?
On a bridge
Is it hot?
I see a window
Who lives there?
People perhaps
It’s dark inside
It’s 10 am
Dinghy and dank
Is it a room?
Low ceiling!
Claustrophobia
I see people
Oh ok!
Mother and child
Are they happy?
Can they breathe?
Look away.
How can they?
Welcome to Mumbai.
When entwined like the ends of a barbed wire,
Where does my space end and yours begin?
In an unspoken word that the cigarette swallows,
Where does silence begin and smothering end?
The traffic offends on tarmac roads
Where does trust begin and anxiety end?
Midnight sweats like an unanswered panic
Where does empathy begin and selfishness end?
Loneliness strangles in the arms of strangers
Where does freedom begin and dependence end?
In the depths of pain, a craving beckons need
Where does growing up begin and childhood end?
Merciless coldness is dubbed as maturity
Where does anger end and limpness begin?
In the heart of thought, an instinct tempts
Where do necessities end and rules begin?
The past haunts endlessly staining the now
Where does begging end and choosing begin?
All gestures are misread and opinions formed
Where do masks end and realities begin?
All life is change and everything dies
Where do laws end and where does love begin?
I came to Pune on the 4th and I will be leaving on the 17th. I really like this place way better than Chennai. The streets seem quieter because I live outside the city limits. I like the people because they are very helpful and friendly. The guest house I live in is a huge bungalow with a beautiful view of the hills beyond. As the evening approaches, the city lights begin to glitter like little stars on the hills.
Last week, I was submerged in work. I had planned to go to Mumbai on Friday and come back on Sunday. However, I had to work on Saturday. Therefore, I took a rick and went to a place called Wakad bridge on Saturday evening and booked a Volvo bus to Mumbai. I quickly got myself some food from a nearby restaurant and was all set for the journey. The bus took off at 6.45 pm and I sat next to a friendly North Indian lady. I cannot speak Hindi very well.. only in bits and pieces. Luckily for me, this lady could speak English. So we made some conversation. It was a super comfortable journey. I loved the way, the bus wound its way through the mountain roads and tunnels. The cities down below shimmered like a thousand jewels. My heart leaped with happiness because this was quite an adventure in my uneventful life. I fell asleep for about one hour. When I woke up I figured that the back of my seat had automatically lowered itself and I was being stared at by the man in the back seat. I was literally on his lap. Lol! 
I sat up and gazed around till the sleep left my eyes. We reached Mumbai by 9.45. I was supposed to get off at Chembur Amar Mahal where my uncle was waiting to pick me up.
Suddenly, somebody told me that Chembur had already passed by. I heaved my bag and everything and went to the door. I asked someone to enquire in Hindi if the bus had already crossed Chembur. This man said, “I cannot speak Hindi either”. I was like “Oh!” and he asked me “What do you speak?”. I said “Thamizh” and he asked me where I was from. I said “Chennai”. He was like, “Hahahah! I am from Chennai too. I am an orthopaedic surgeon. I came to Pune for a surgery and now am at Mumbai for a convention.” I was like “Wow!” and he started speaking in Tamil. The bus had stopped at a signal. I tried asking the driver if I can get off because I had missed my stop at Chembur. Suddenly, the driver started speaking in Thamizh. Hahah! He said “Idhuthanga Chembur. Erangunga.” (This is Chembur. Get off!) Rofl! I was like “Thank you!!!!!!” Then I got off at some random place. My phone had 0 balance. I had recharged it online in the morning but the amount had not got credited. I walked down a road and saw a Vodafone mini store (I know!!). I recharged my phone again and called my cousin. I told her that I had missed my stop. I planned to take a rick to the Chembur Amar Mahal and go home with my uncle. My cousin asked me to come home straight. My uncle had no phone.
I told my cousin that I would go looking for my uncle. I took a rick and went back to Chembur Amar Mahal. I looked around for my uncle and he was nowhere to be found. In the meantime, my cousin called me and told me that my uncle had waited for me for 1 hour and had got back home. I took another rick to a place called Pestom Sagar. That is where my uncle and cousin live. Finally, I got home. I went in and gave my cousin a bigggggg hug! Lol! I was seeing her after ages!
I went to the bedroom and checked my webmail to see if there were any issues at work. I had my dinner and watched some cricket with my uncle. A friend who I called, pissed me off. So I called my bestest friend ever. He made me feel better. Then I had dinner and went off to sleep.
The next morning I visited my 86 year old grandma (my grandmother’s sister) and a host of other relatives. I had a good time going around the place with my uncle. In 4 hours I visited 4 houses. By 5 pm I took a bus back to Pune. I made friends with a girl sitting next to me. There was a little baby girl in the front seat, who kept talking to me in Hindi! Hahah! I took some pictures of her and the lights on the road. Then I slept for a while. When I got back to my guest house it was 9 pm. I ordered some food from a hotel nearby, watched the first half of ”Sweet Home Alabama” on Zee Studio and fell asleep.
Yes sir! I don’t know shit about IPL or why Harbhajan slapped Sreesanth! I also don’t know that Balaji made the first IPL hat trick in yesterday’s match! I cannot sing Dard-e-disco and don’t know who the eff is Deepika Padukone!
Now go leap from the nearest building!
I think I’m the most out-of-touch person after Obama! 
