Clearly, I cant say that my blog is an account of what happens in my life.
Its more like a ....doodle pad.
So, dear Blog, what do you know about my life?
Did you know that most of the times I end up feeling fake. Not Salty, not frustrated, not betrayed, not loved, just...fake.
Did you know that I am terribly fond of chocolate. In any form. Melted, Manually melted (happens when you hold a chocolate cube in between your fingers and hold yourself on for five minutes before the piece of heaven between your fingers becomes something like a semi-solid piece of heaven, melts in front of your eyes and waits for you to finish it up)
Somebody called me "chocolate ki betaaj Badshah" the other day.
Did you know that most of the times I am torn between putting up the "fun girl" act and letting people come to know about the extent to which my depression can depress itself.
Did you know that I have stopped caring about the very few people("Certain online acquaintances")I worshiped/fretted over/gushed about/dedicated my existence to/liked/cared about......one year back.
Did you know that right at this very moment...I want very badly NOT to sound depressed because there is enough I should be happy about.
Like my new ear studs. People who make me happy. The colour pink. Laughter. A deep baritone voice. My finger nails. The internet.
Coming back to the comforting zone of a friendly banter again,
I am planning to go to this place called ..well either "Bhandarkar" ...or "Bhandara" .so something like that. (enough is enough. For once I feel like writing at length so I will not spare the details. sigh. This is ging to be one long post)
So this place is like four hours from Bombay and has in store for us useless people, a dam, some temples, some old forts (obviously, needn't have used the word "old"), and a water-fall...which is named "Randha Falls" and which I repeatedly mis-read "Radha Falls" in the travel catalogue inspite of people pointing out the "n" and people casting me suspicious looks and asking me "are you not wearing contact lenses" the tone of which is more suited for a phrase like "are you not wearing under garments?".
Anyway. So I am a tad excited. Or else life is pretty boring. I am again confused about whether I really want to go for this trip or I would rather shop with the one grand that I have.
since I am going to board the train to *place with a name starting with B* in the next six hours, I should really stop thinking about other options.
But heck. I can sill speculate.
Clothes From Colaba. A cute bright pink neck piece. Party Clothes and a lot else for the price of a water-fall and some forts.
Some people will call me a loser. People like this particular female in my class who has a nasal twang and a job which pays her five thousand a month. On my happy and rather ecstatic pointing out of the building where I live in during the shoot for our last project in Mahim, she had given me a tight lipped smile andhad said aloud to others "It must be so nice to live in a chawl like this".
I think the Calcutta trip next week will be a good thing.
At least I'll get to have kheer kodom.
11 comments:
You should do some serious shopping when you come to calcutta. All the mumbai prices are sure to make one depressed. Long live new market.
I read 'Radha Falls' too!
Eki.ME too.
I read Radha falls too.
Kirom strange toh.
Go to cal.Stay there.
No,dont.Go somewhere in the hills.
why did you have to mention kheer kodoms? :(
sigh, mishti, aami kolkata te theke o khai na..... and i too read it radha falls.... i suppose the n kinda makes it sounds funny :D
i don't know what kheer kodom is
This girl talks too much. On her blog that is. Almost opens her finer sentiments of life for public scrutiny. It's as if like, she's going through some tumultuous young-adult phase, which should be over for her now..but she never quite stepped across the boundary. Almost like her left foot is dwelling,.. hovering..over an invisible line in sand, while she contemplates.. actually torn asunder, wondering about the perspectives.. and deeper meaning of life and stuff..or just forget all this bullcrap, and step forward in reckless abandon.. and see where it leads one on. Wow wtf did I just say. I jhave a feeling, that I spit out a lot of asshat, moronic monkey crap too..when I give in to my commenting episodes without proper logical, literary restraint.
But that's not what I wanted to talk about actually. I wanted to share an epiphany I had in the middle of this week (actually, it's almost last week, 'cause Sunday's coming to an end). I was like at my work place, in the middle of the afternoon..and it was so dull and dreary, and no amount of jolts of caffeine could keep my eyes open. I was at this like half-awake, half-blissfully-numb like state..and wondering whether the distortion of the wall-paint on the wall was actually a cow in a halter-top, seductively showing it's cleavage..and then it just hit me.
EVERYTHING WE DO IS COMPLETELY WORTHLESS.
You ask why? Don't fret, I'll asnwer you.
Before I was at this job, I was at high school once. But once I entered college, I quickly realized nearly everything I did while in high school was completely worthless. Well, not exactly totally..but education wise, pretty much.
Once I entered grad school, I quickly realized nearly everything I did while in college was completely worthless.
Once I got a job, I quickly realized nearly everything I did while in grad school was completely worthless.
You see, where I'm going with this? But the best is yet to come! Hehe, wait for it! Tadaa!
Once I entered death, I quickly realized nearly everything I did in life was completely worthless.
Once I got reincarnated into a cow, I quickly realized that I forgot everything that was completely worthless and had a sudden urge to eat grass and stare dully into to the furthest horizon. So I did and it all seemed worthwhile.
The End.
So now, tell me. WHat do you think about that epiphany? Not so mindblowing eh? Well, at that moment.. I was like, wow! this all makes so sense! It was like this un-impured clarity..which I never had before. But now that I reflect about it, doesn't seem so awesome now. Meh! What can you say.
Oh, on another unrelated note.. regarding that tigress' blog.. apparently she has decided to do away with anonymous commenting. She requires people to log in and shit, and post. Not fair, I tell you. Well, from her perspective..and actually, soon, it might be yours' too ..if people like me, abuse their anonymous commenting freedom to leave crappola of text.. I'd probably restrict that freedom too. I just hope, that some bloggers..say like you, would allow this dumb artistic freedom..however retarded they seem or appear.
Oh, and if I happen to see Ms Tigress on the street one day (I don't even know who she is, or where she leaves.. ect ect) I'll punch her face so hard, so it'd knock her nose ring off.
Umm.. or probably not. Hope she doesn't know jujitsu.
Btw, I just ran the previous comment by a famous, internet based feminist movement..and the moevment approves of the message, and do not find it inflamatory or offensive in nature.
Just thought I'd let you know (and keeping my fingers crossed, that it doesn't get purged).
Bhandara, as I think it is called, is supposed to be a nice place...
@goat sex
This girl talks a lot…a lot of "lovely nonsense" on her blog and in real life…
YOU want to be reborn as a cow… have sex with goats how sad are YOU??
I wonder what your procreated products would be like
or wait wouldn’t cow and goat sex be like inter speciesal
lesbianism??
And you know i am sure the tigress and dreamy are not having an affair so why can't you just keep your trap zipped or become non anonymous that is if you have an “identity”
superb comment on "undergarments"
kudos !
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