Okay.First things first.I admit I am hopeless.I see people all around me ,all so very "busy" and what do I do?..I drown myself in self-pity.why?because I am worthless... and crap..cant even blame it on someone else.This particular phase of life,when I spend my time lazing around with the tabloids in the morning,read books in the later part of the day,take my beauty(?) sleep in the afternoon and end up socialising on the net for the rest of the day,I am gonna crave for such a life in the future.I am gonna look back and curse myself for not understanding the value of the sheer luxury that I am subject to right now.

I admit,I cannot tolerate emdee any more.She goes for a shower,and takes along with her...mind you,FIVE colourful containers and a loofah.The containers contain shampoo, conditioner,body wash,hair styliser and what not..and that too EVERY freaking day.And yes she takes a bath thrice everyday.No wonder the bathroom drain is getting jammed with tortured strands of hair.


What is WITH this Abhi-Ash wedding.When I throw my hands in the air and try explaining that I am not even remotely interested,My mother,having pulled me out of a deep slumber at Six in the evening(!) for catching a glimpse of THE bride in her pink attire,on some news channel,she throws me a venomonous look as if I have commited some carnal sin.


And I cannot stand yet another phone call from some friend asking me...
1..How much of the syllabus I have covered................. (after getting the usual answer)
2.Have I realized that only *drumrolls*..one month is left for studying.( " )
3.When will I start studying....................................................( " )
Goddamnit.Even my very own mother does not ask me to study.

My other set of friends think having a yahoo conference is (as opposed to phone calls) an inexpensive way of discussing and solving question papers.
Thinking is ok.But this particular set of friends decide on HAVING one such conference.I adopt a policy of being golden/ maintaining silence/answering each and every ouestion with an emoticon.

Ps:I love the jamming sessions of the bangla rock band next door.

Dear Blogspace,


What is so damn funny about falling down on the road?..I mean people can trip..right?..they CAN fall down accidently.Then why cant I stop laughing my guts out every time I fall down?I mean why cant I fall down,get up as quickly as I had fallen down and scurry from the location?Why do I have to just stand there and laugh at myself?..that too a certain "khik khik" sounding laugh If you know what I mean.Why ...why Can't I for the life of it..Fall down and get up in a dignified manner?

Ok so the last time I was checking out T.shirts in some shopping mall..(tiny..if you please..and out of my reach..if you please)..so like when i slipped..and fell down with the T.shirt stand and a dozen T.shirts above me,now THAT was funny...sadly the "khik khik" this time couldn't save me from the glare of the shoppers and shop attendants alike..as if I had been caught red handed trying to rob the store ..or something like. that.Anyway...for the lack of other highly useful things to do,I have decided to do some research work..regarding this.

You got it right.I am going to do research on...


~Why-some-people-have-a-tendency-of-laughing-their-guts-out-
when-they-fall-down-the-road.~

also on...

~How-belly-dancing-becomes-bhuridancing-under-certain-
obnoxious-circumstances.~

so dear blog..I am gonna update you on this every now and then.Please bear with me.*almost teary-eyed*...I have nobody to listen to me.