I am,

rediscovering my love for orkut.

"sad to c ppl arnd changin'. That was the profile name of some mildly devastated soul. Frankly, I never really think a lot about change. In fact, I don't think at all. I mean since this afternoon, I just about had this thorough debate with myself about whether I think the right things or not. I came up with astonishing facts about myself. These rainy afternoons, they just get to you. They just do.

In the evening, I had a glass of lemonade with a besan ka laddoo. Not because I was hungry, but because after staring at the lemonade bottle inside the fridge, [which seemed a bit out of place and largely annoyed] I thought I should do something weird. Like have lemonade and laddoo so that I could blog about it later in the night.

Now in future, IF ever I go for the auditions of MTV Roadies, I will have something to say when they ask me why I think I am weird. In fact, I don't think I am weird. In fact, I don't think at all. So Latin-logically speaking, I don't exist. More importantly, I am not.

Did you notice how the previous sentence was so very contradictory to the post title?

Anyway, lets talk about other random things.

I really like my mother.
Today, in the morning, I was checking out random blogs and blog pictures, and I came across this picture of a girl and her friends painting a wall. It was an awesome snap, very colourful and all that. So why I like my mother is because she saw the pic and found it equally fantastic, to the extent that she promised to buy me some paint and asked me to paint one side of my room.You know, wall graffiti types. How cool is that!
Now I can proudly proclaim that I have a mother who gets inspired by blogs. Makes me real proud indeed.She said I can have whatever "junglee" design I want. I am sure, after I am done with the painting, even if it turns out to be professionally horrendous, she's gonna say that she is happy that I have inherited her "artistic" traits. hmmmph.

Its funny how I dint know what "hmmmph" meant till a short time ago. RR, [very kindly] enlightened me. But then before enlightening me, he did derive extreme pleasure out of confusing and baffling me by saying "hmmph!" every time I asked him the "full form of hmmph".

I have a tough life.
After all the pains I take to pierce my nose, 90% of the people have been telling me that my nosepin is not visible because of my large nose.Now positively thinking, even if I myself, as an independent entity am not dominating and overshadowing by nature, at least my nose is.

I've also been a victim of amazingly pathetic and henceforth confusing behavior patterns which , come to think of it, might just be a figment of my imagination, given that I am mostly a harmless person, but more jobless than harmless,really. And what could be a better living-laughing proof of that than my dear blog.

So, when I find some body carefully avoiding me, I start avoiding that person myself. I am not that much of a trend setter you see. But when the situation gets out of control and more irritating than necessary, I ask that person why I've been avoided. After that happens, I get an answer which is like a wannabe puzzle.
Something on the lines of:

"I've been avoiding you, coz you've been avoiding me".
And then the useless good-for-nothing lump of mass that is biologically called a brain and thankfully is mine gets confused and I say something like..

"wait a minute, hey thats exactly what I have been doing. Avoiding you, coz I thought you were avoiding me!?!?!"

And then I get another answer which has more philosophical after effects and is not that much of a puzzle.
"I am not sure, coz I've lost all sense of time anyway".

And then I plunge into this shiny and wonderful make-believe world where I've lost all sense of time and I am paid to "think and talk". How wonderful.

But then I am snapped back to reality because of my recently acquired staunch believe that "I don't think at all". So bottomline: I will be partly good-for-nothing even in a shiny and wonderful make-believe world.

Oh, and I also think that my life, lately has become all very dramatic and its like almost as if I am starring in an American Teen Drama TV show, or something.

Like I was wearing a saree on the Valedictory Day, [which was torn while hopping skipping and jumping], and I was wearing heels and was running all around the visibly deserted college grounds looking for a college friend who was rumored to be in great danger and was not reachable on his cell phone.

They other day, I burst out crying in front of everyone and everyone did not laugh at me for being such a baby , but instead held my hands and comforted me. And then I realized that I could pretend that I am indeed a Teen Drama series star, but then my lavish plans could not be carried out coz I'd have to look and sound really stupid if I blurted out my teen drama fixation.

like:
"Ads, please, don't feel bad.Stop crying. Its alright. We're with you."

Me: hey KNOW WHAT?I feel like a TV star!to be more precise, Like an American Teen drama Series star!"

I mean , its not like as if I am not sounding stupid right now, what with all those colourful hyperlinks and all, but then its ok to sound and look stupid in a blogpost.

Anyhow, that'll have to be the end of this post.

So long and thanks for the fish.