Tooohooo

Note:This post has nothing to do with Ellsworth Toohey.
Note to self:Never write blog entries when you are drowned with ecstacy,its 12 pm in the afternoon and you have spent the larger part of the day sky-gazing and tweedling the pink-yellow stars in your mind.
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So toohoo again.If I were alcoholic,I would be drunk right now.
My university exams are starting from next week.I am supposed to be drawing microphone diagrams.Apart from all that,I have ended up masticating on certain very thoughtful issues so as to speak.

I have ended up pounding on my bed of roses and have rediscovered the joy of licking orange lozenges.I have also ended up making no sense whatsoever.But this blogspace is about crazy rantings anyway...so no worries.

I have heard many people narrate their life stories.Old and young alike.However I have never been able to sum up the going ons in my life.Is that because I remember a lot?Is that because I am a failure when it comes to holding on to something?Is that because my life is cluttered with too many colours?Or is it because I have never taken it seriously.

Perhaps I like it this way.To be able to fall back on the fluffy pillows and just stare at the yellow flowers in the balcony.Or delve deep into a book and spend a lazy afternoon sprawled out on the sofa half-awake,half-dreamy.And dont I just love eating the refrigerated sweetmeats?The ones which are almost stale and exude a certain tingy sweet smell.

Some people call me the fun girl.The one armed with all the silly somethings.
I like it this way.I may not be amazingly brainy or the cynosure of all eyes,but when the close ones beg me to not change..and beg me to just stay the way I am,I feel a tad bit sprinty and sunny...and happy.


In case you dint getit.This is going to be a long post.


I love storms.From misty breezes to raging and crackling thunderstorms.There is something about them.Something wildly fantastic.The way the wind blows right on your face,and the coconut tree leaves swing with alacricity.And the darkened sky looks all so mighty.I am talking about storms minus the heavy raining.When the breeze is strong enough to sweep you off your feet.If you want my take on the monsoons, read this.


Right now am thinking about a foggy January morning in Patna.The tempearture was close to 2 degrees.My father was dropping me off to school,on his scooter.I was wondering how he managed to drive,the fog was intense and nothing was visible beyond twenty yards.The winter was nail-biting.I was shivering from inside a whole two sweaters and an oversized school Blazer.The few drops of brandy in my morning glass of milk and chhatu was not being much help.I was thinking about the Biology practical Test that I was about to give..and then The roads flashed by.The roads..strewn with dead bodies...and jeeps turned upside down.The houses and shops ablaze.We used to reside in a very sensitive area.There had been a riot the day before.Not a communal or a religious one.We almost never had communal riots back then.Am not sure about now.It was an uprising against the police.All I can remember is that...the newspapers had run a story about how two policemen had committed a cold blooded murder and had passed it off as an encounter.The public had risen to the occasion and had burned up police stations and jeeps and had been lathicharged in return.

The schools would have been closed otherwise,but that particular year..the pre-boards had already been post poned many times for the weather.
So there I was riding my father's scooter...those images will always stand tall in my mind.The fog and fire ..together with burning jeeps and the bodies scattered here and there.Admist all the frenzy..I saw this "दंगा संचालन वैन"..."riot control van" which was also turned upside down.Ironical it was..to the hilt.


Today when I spend the lazy hours sky-gazing...and as I witness the brewing of a storm...I calculate the extent to which my life has gotten comfortable since those days.But the memories are here to stay....permanently...and so,my life will never cease to be cluttered with too many colurs..and I am not complaining.