Kindly ignore

the last post. I personally don't like myself much when I am all so dark and philosophical. True, shit happens, but then the idea is..at least my idea has always been to twist circumstances and situations in retrospect and make them sound funny.

So here I am.
We've completed shooting for our film.
I am happy that its finally over.
I realized , as usual a lot of things while the shoot was going on.

1> I get frustrated very easily.

2> I look dangerously pregnant when I am frustrated. Now this, could mean a lot of things but my personal opinion is that my potbelly protrudes a little too much when I am hyper.

3> I don't run away from responsibilities. I just sulk. and later, perhaps laugh it off by writing a funny post in my blog, which, btw could be lethally irritating if you happen to know me and have been with me while I was sulking.

4> Out of all the things I need, a hair straightener and an i-pod or an mp3 player or a plain FM radio tops the list.

5> Life is all about shouting when things don't go your way.

Anyway. Enough. It was all a maddening experience.
I thought the madness was over, but yet again I was surprised to be proved wrong, and I was proved wrong while editing.

Enough. I should be talking about something else.
I thought my headphones are not working. I was sulking all along, and then, one fine day, I discovered that I had unmindfully turned the volume control knob and thus leading on to the misconception that they are not working at all.

The point is, now I can listen to music. :D

They just told me there is no word like unmindfully.

Its either mindfully mindful unmindful mindfulnesses mindfulness' or mindfulness.


I have no clue why I am boring you to death.
Maybe I should copy paste stuff from my real diary where I've been writing ever since I discovered this fountain pen in one of the bags containing all the discarded knick-knacks from our ex-households.

so here it goes...

"I should be writing more and sulking less. I suddenly feel strong enough to conquer the world.

I want friends like r.d.a. You know, the assuming types..the kind of person who's gonna decide on showing off his glittering brilliance with JUST an I-Don't-give-a-damn attitude.
Of course he doesn't give a damn, no doubt about that and its far from pretense.


r.d.a wrote six-page letters to d.d.b.I wish someone wrote ME six-page letters. sometimes I wish I could communicate only through hand-written letters.

Since I have nothing else to write about, I am gonna try and write about my college.

My college, is beautiful. It is vast and magnanimous and it deceives me into thinking that at night, there are ghosts who dance on the spiraling front stair-case railing.

During the day, it just looks at the hordes of students like a retired Government officer, who used to control things, at some point, but now, is just too tired to do anything beyond staring nonchalantly [sometimes with a mixed look of despair and concern].

Classic stores, is the hub of a lot of activities. Most people go there to buy cigarettes, roll joints and basically to chill with an air of indifference. I personally like that place because it gives me ample opportunity to look at people seated inside the Cafe Coffee Day.

I just stare at those people and speculate about the difference between Us and Them. I mean here I am, not smoking while with friends who are smoking. Sitting, practically on the road with a bitch seated beside me who sniffs me every now and then with an air of approval and there they are, inside an air conditioned shamiana and sipping cold coffee or whatever from those ridiculous looking glasses...."