Delhi's road etiquette.

I've spent pretty much my entire life in a third world city with all sorts of road traps and road shenanigans that have been building up this wall of anger that can never be torn down with love, but only with a bunch of bulldozers smashing into people's brains because they're STOOPID. Seriously, this is why India is losing tourists, this is why the rupee is depreciating, this is why people have bad impressions about Delhi. In fact, this is why you couldn't find your sock this morning and this is why they haven't discovered proper UFOs yet. These stupid Delhiites are the reason for any and every problem that humanity suffers from.

Disclaimer- I think I have a right to call Delhiites stupid because well, I'm a Delhiite as well. (Delhiite is such a funny word). Delhiiite. Del-hite. Delhi-ite. Kite. Dellkite. ANYWAY. I'm not calling all Delhiites stupid, but this is a blog entry based on years of experience and observation and analysis, so since I got the opportunity to really think about it, the people in this blog entry really are quite stupid. If you are one of these people, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to target you personally. I genuinely care about my city and I want to spread this awareness.

So please stop doing these things.

1) Pedestrians wearing earphones- WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? LIKE, SERIOUSLY, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? I'm so sorry for yelling, but this is the number one thing that pisses me off about Delhiites. I know that we are a young generation. I know that music is 'hip'. I know that we all have ipods and phones. But why, why do you have to listen to Pitbull while you're wading your way across the road, and not just any road, an Indian road?!

You know what, even the slow cows that cross the roads here are more alert than you are, because they don't have some stupid song blasting through their eardrums as they move their udders across the territory! Please, stop listening to your music, it does not make you cool. I promise, if you listen to music anywhere else, anywhere other than this cluttered city road, we will all think you're hot and ask you to date us. Also, you will remain alive. So please stop wearing earphones, it's effing stupid. Just please. Stop.


2) EVE-TEASING- WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM, ARE YOU DELUSIONAL, DO YOU HAVE X-RAY VISION, DO YOU HAVE TOURETTES SYNDROME, DO YOU THINK YOU'RE MACHO? Trust me, if you have a beard and a lungi you are macho enough, you do not need to pick on the women walking around. I am sick of all the horrible cases on TV, I'm sick of sick, horny men, I'm sick of everything. Even if the women cover themselves up in duct tape, these men will continue to whistle or say anything inappropriate to them. I don't get it, do you think that makes you cool? Do you do the same to your wife/sister/mother? Are you stupid? No one wants to come to Delhi anymore because it has become India's number 1 rape capital. Isn't that great, we're number one at something, finally! -.-

Speaking of 'Number one'...


3) People urinating on the roadside-  Scene- it's a beautiful day on the Delhi-Gurgaon Expressway as vehicles glide peacefully over the smooth road. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, the smell of samosas light the air, the trees are swaying gently, the man is peeing. THE MAN IS PEEING. Fresh, hot, yellow, liquid fertilization for the swaying trees as they grow taller and taller so the singing birds can sit on them and fly around the area. Suddenly everything is disgusting. FIND AN EFFING TOILET!


4) Honking at the red light signal- If you do this, you are probably color blind. If you aren't, you shouldn't be driving. Have you heard the song "STOP says the red light, GO says the green?" I'll sing it to you if you want, while we wait.

 I don't get it, there are a bunch of us in our cars, waiting for the red light to turn green, and suddenly this obnoxious car comes behind us and starts honking. What do you expect us to do, put green tinted sheet over the traffic signal and drive off putting our lives and law at stake? THE LIGHT IS RED. Please go back to elementary school if you didn't get that. If you think the light is green, why don't you drive ahead, kill yourself in an accident, and have green blood flow out of you? Ugh, stupid people.

Also, if you are honking to make the car ahead of you go a little farther while waiting for the light to turn green, you should calm down because you can't get past that traffic signal anyway till the light turns green. And don't you worry, unless you have a dying person in your car, I'm sure you will reach your destination without much more than a scratch or a broken heart or a salary cut, rather than the possible loss of your life.


5) People on bikes checking themselves out in the mirror- So while you are sitting in your car in the middle of a traffic jam, you decide to look out of the window ...and see a man trying to make a mohawk while staring at you. Little do you realize that your car window doubles as a portable mirror for everyone! Damn, you should probably start charging these people for such wonderful, portable cosmetic facilities!

When people do this to me while I'm in the car, I like to roll down my window and give them a nice stare in the face. They still might not stop though, my pupils are probably reflective enough to double as a mirror too!


6) Bikes without silencers- There are different types of loudness on a Delhi road. Some are tolerable and typical, like people talking or cars honking. But then there is one sound that thunders above all the rest, stealing the show, creating a crater in your eardrum. It's a normal bike sound multiplied by 50. Oh who said it is excess H2O that makes you drown? It is the excess sounds from a bike that makes you drown under the road. Instead of the siren sounds in ambulance, just make one of these bikes go in front of you, and they will steal the show, making everyone avoid it like the plague.


7) The paan-spitting- Ever noticed the side of a pavement or a wall? They normally are painted white or black or yellow or purple or any color. Then you notice some red patches, and you think "Wow, is this some new design?" Red patches on surfaces are usually caused due to the unending, inevitable, deadly, paan spitting. In any other part of the world, your teacher would probably berate you for spitting gum, or spitting spit, or spitting food. But do you do that in Delhi? HECK no.

All these people (I don't want to target anyone, but it's usually the autorickshaw drivers that do this) stop their rented flivvers or their flying carpets in the middle of the road, take a long, saliva-soaked breath in, and discharge a scuttle of paan-red spit that stains any and every surface it hits upon. THIS IS SO ANNOYING. Not only is it unmannerly, but it also destroys the natural or manmade beauty of things. Instead of spitting on the road, maybe you could spit in a sink nearby, or a dump, or a trashcan, or your own face. Better yet, don't even have paan, unless there is a sink nearby!


 So that's my list of grievances that has hopefully come to your attention. I think if more Delhi people will read this, at least we'll have less of these pesky annoyances. Though I doubt the autorickshaw drivers would be very interested in reading any of this, except the really interested ones. I'll probably just email this to the government then, and hope this all gets better before I'm dead :)

Much love (and road safety), 

Fun ways to be a V-Day buzzkill.

This entry was supposed to be posted on valentines day but I didn't post it then because... I'll leave that a mystery heheh.
Okay no, stop thinking ew.

Well since I'm wonderful and terrible at the same time, I want to help you be a valentines day buzzkill. Why would you want to be a buzzkill, you ask? Because they add a little spice to the typical cheesiness of v-day! Also because you're mean and a terrible person phwahaha. Other than sulking and sighing all day at whatever your SO does for you, I think these tips might help you a little. At the same time, it can help you reject annoying cactus thorns that cling to your clothes in the fierce desert of love filled with mirages and thirst. (aah the metaphors I come up with)

But hey, don't forget to read the disclaimer in the end as well.

PS- Grey's anatomy dialogues ftw?

1) Person: Will you go to the movies with me this Saturday? :)
You: I'm against multimedia content.

2) Person: Truth is......................................................................................... I like you a lot.
You: Truth is................................................................ you read too many Facebook statuses.

3) Person: I love you!
You: Duly noted.

4) Person: I think we should stop pretending and just admit that we're crazy about each other.
You: I wasn't pretending to be batman I actually am him why won't anyone listen to me

5) Person: Kiss me.
You: Ki-ki-kiss me, infect me with your love and fill me with your poison take me.....

6) Person: Will you go out for dinner with me?
You: Yes but let me just bring my poor and hungry family along. We never say no to free food!

7) Person: I'm gonna take you home with me tonight!
You: Alright, but my feng shui skills are less than average, just sayin'/

8) Person: I want to spend the rest of my life with you.
You: *farts* You sure?

9) Person: I promise I will never ever ever ever upset you.
You: Okay Taylor Swift! <3

10) Person: You always know the right words to say to me!
You: That was the alcohol speaking...

11) Person: Hey babe, I want us to get back together.
You: YA CAN'T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT.

12) Person: You smell so nice all the time.
You: Oh so the Swahili boar dung worked?

13) Person: My heart skips a beat every time I see you.
You: I stop my heart from beating every time I see you.

14) Person: Your smile just brightens up my day!
You: I stopped brushing 5 days ago.

15) Person: Can I get you a drink?
You: Yes, I'd like onion juice with garlic cream on top.

16) Person: I have changed, I promise!
You: No you're still wearing that Chick Magnet shirt you wore three days ago.

17) Person: I don't know what I'd do without you.
You: I don't know what to do with you.

18) Person: I think about you all the time.
You: I knoww, I should probably return that money I stole from you.

19) Person: Run away with me.
You: No but I can skip away with you.
Person: Hahahaha. Not funny.
You: Then I'll just skip away from you, meanie.

20) Person: Will you marry me?
You: Wait let me consult my desi parents, cousins, astrologers, aunts, uncles, the hairy hobo who lives outside my neighborhood, the school nurse, the bartender, Ramu the cow, tea leaves, your mailman, your physician, and your ex girlfriend too, just to be sure.

21) Person: We just have so much in common, it's like we are meant to be.
You: We are siblings and were separated at birth, I found out three days ago. It's okay though, I think incest is cool too.

22) Person: I can't live without you.
You: I'm sure there are better doctors in this world!

23) Person: I can't believe you're all mine.
You: I can't believe it either.

24) Person: I love you!
You: I love you too Lyla!
Chad: Who's Lyla wtf.
You: I am.
Chad: What... anyway I'll forget that. I love you!
You: Lylaaa, I love you so much!

25) Person: *hugs you*
You: *scream really loudly in their ear* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

26) Person: I love you!
You: Sorry I didn't hear that! There's a lot of earwax in my ear it seems.... please help me get it out? It's softened a little now that I've been poking it for some time. The doctor said its occurrence has decreased ever since I started using sanitary earbuds instead of that dirty pencil at home. I gave it to you once actually...

Disclaimer: Firstly, heheh I don't expect you to use these dialogues in real life! because some of these are lame and some of these might hurt others. Remember, whoever says these nice things to you, no matter how cheesy they may sound, mean well, so don't be mean to anyone who says "I love you" to you. We should all be very sensitive so if you are sure that you don't want to be sensitive/you know this person won't take it too seriously, it's okay to be a buzzkill. :)

ALSEW, this post reminds me of my epic Fun Insults entry that you must check out, whether or not you are a buzzkill! Also, I love cactus, they don't annoy me one bit. Though they do seem annoyed themselves. Don't you think most cactus look as if they are making some suggestive hand gestures? NOW WHO'S MEAN.

Jk I love all vegetation, good night. 

School teaches you.. stuff.

I think I'm being super cheesy when I say that school is a vital part of our lives, we won't forget it, etc etc. And also, I'm being cheesy (and kind of irresponsible) when I say school has taught me a lot of things.... remotely related to actual studies. It has taught me and equipped me with the important mechanisms needed for life, and well, I think that's what this post is dedicated for. It is totally possible that, as you read this, you might feel a sense of nostalgia (depending on how sharp my writing skills are, atm), because you may or may not experience most of these experiences and learn similar lessons.

SO YES. I'm finally, finally sitting down and typing this entry that I had promised to post long back, but now this extra time has only given me time for some deeper insight towards school lessons. It's been a few months since school has ended for me and it has given me some time to retrospect.

1) Believe in yourself- Now you've heard this a thousand times and I'm sure you're annoyed and shaking your head just like you do every time you face a cliche. And when I say 'Well, it's true!' I can just imagine you preparing to conjure a few unemployed demons from wherever you believe they reside. But that's not all I have to say. I'm raising the question of WHO should believe in you, as well. Should you believe in yourself? Should you get others to believe in you?

Let me tell you something here. I can't get into the creases of your wrinkled brain and analyze whether you love or hate people, but either ways, whether or not people believe in you, you should believe in yourself. In fact, you should believe in yourself whether you are inside a blackhole contemplating survival chances, or whether you are about to smack a fish-head on someone stupid.

Also, there may be times when an elderly person with sparkles in his eyes would put his shaking hands on your shoulders and say "I believe in you." I don't know about you, but when people count on me, it affects me in two ways- a) I feel good because I know that people support and care about me, and b) I feel pressurized. If others believing in you put you under pressure, that's again when the "believe in yourself" part comes in. Block out the rest, and focus on the fact that you believe in yourself, and you're only trying to live up to your OWN expectations, rather than living up to others' expectations. This has worked for me numerous times and has really helped me decrease the pressure, because it's easier to let yourself down than let others down.

2) Know the meaning of 'immature'- I can't tell you how many times throughout my school life I have encountered the word 'immature'. Growing up is indeed a challenge and we all grow at our own paces, and it is completely possible that you either grow up too fast or too slow. In fact, I can't think of a certain 'perfect pace' of growth- we are all either too fast or too slow. And people, since they love judging each other so forking much, will always, always compare their rate of growth to yours, and label you as a too-fast grower (slut), a too-slow grower (kid), or normal (friends/crushes).

Since 'immaturity' is a subjective term, I think it's hard to pinpoint a proper definition without pissing some people off, but I can tell you for sure that there is a difference between being 'immature' and being 'fun' and being a druggie. So this kid a year younger than me used to be called immature because, well, she threw tantrums over the smallest things(so yes, she actually was immature). Her so-called mature classmates sneered and looked at her like that critic in Ratatouille... wait let me find a picture...

They would often boast of the alleged sublimity of smoking cigars over petty things such as keeping your grades up, and called the kid immature. So now what? Youuu guessed it! She started smoking too because she thought that would make her *cough* mature.

LISTEN UP EVERYONE BECAUSE I'M ABOUT TO TELL YOU WHAT 'BEING MATURE' ACTUALLY/ MORE OR LESS MEANS. And I'm forced to scream this out because there is seemingly a lot of unnecessary confusion over this word. I'll tell you what is NOT maturity.
>Criticizing others and calling them 'immature' does not make you mature.
>Smoking does not make you mature.
>Seeming dead, sad, fastidious, or exaggeratedly thoughtful does not make you mature.
>Dressing like Madonna when you're 8 does not make you mature.
>Being stubborn does not make you mature.

On the other hand-
>Accepting others for who they are makes you mature.
>Being courteous to even the meanest of people makes you mature.
>Having a sense of individuality makes you mature.
>Respecting people of all ages makes you mature.
>Being diplomatic makes you mature.
>Being open-minded and flexible in opinions makes you mature.

So yeah. I hope it's clear now. Hmph.

3) How important are social networks?- Virtually everyone has an account on Facebook. In fact, one of the first things that people do to check you out is go on your Facebook profile. Then they send you a request. Then they stalk you. Now I know that many people argue that facebook is in no way a determinant of what a person is like, and it's true, more or less. Of course, we should judge people by who they are in real life rather than what they seem like through a social network. Unfortunately, people aren't that perfect or considerate. We all are, ultimately, going to check out each others' facebook pages and sort of guess about others' personalities.

In that case, why not just make your profile a reflection of who you actually are? I have often been surprised to meet super friendly and normal-seeming people in real life, but online, they are portrayals of raunchy boudoir photography. Like, whyy would you do that? Are you trying to impress the pedos who stalk hot chicks and send creepy messages like "heyyyyzzz gurl, will u b ma frnd??" People just have a way of assuming that you are the same person online and in real life. So the next time I see you, if you tok lyk dis on Facebook, you'd better tok lyk dis in real life too. And you better pout and kiss the floor or whatever creepy pictures you have posted on facebook. -.-

But at the same time, don't give so much importance to social media that you forget about real life! Key is balance. Now I know that the party never happened unless you have uploaded pictures of a dopey kid hanging on the streetlight with a wedgie *bad memories*. And I know that you don't have a boyfriend unless there are pictures of you both having a candlelight dinner wherever people go for candlelight dinners. But can't these picture-taking sessions be controlled? Okay, I agree, I WANT to take that picture with you before we go for that movie because we are both so effing dressed up, but maybe we can take like two pictures and then actually watch the movie? And don't you be snapchatting in the middle of the movie when Chulbul Pandey splashes the blood from his forehead wound into the pupils of his mortal enemy!!! There is NOTHING more annoying than disrupting me in my movie-mode. Ugh so annoying! I missed the epic loathsome speech he gave because of your distractions!

4) Don't be a hypocrite- There are three things that I dislike fiercely- amusement parks (I know, I'm so boring), cinnamon (I know, I'm not human), and HYPOCRITES. Like what if Hippocrates was a hypocrite? "One should not study medicine and experiment on people because I'm a lover of humanity and don't want people to die from my failed medicinal experiments" or something like that. What if he stopped experimenting and threw all the doctors in the dungeon?
There have been so many instances when people look at popular people with a martyrdom and be like "psh. Popularity is so over-rated". But don't you be psh-ing me! I know there are thousands of people out there who try to 'stand out' by trying to restrain themselves from conventionality, but in most cases, you just end up fitting in with the label of people called hypocrites.

What I'm trying to say is, don't be telling me that it's stupid to be popular and that all popular people are brainless, when you know that that's not always true and that you crave their lives. This is just like the movies when the new girl hangs out with the geeky chess nerd who is allergic to cheese and his sister who wears retainers and a helmet. She pretends to not notice the football captain but when she ends up with him and ignores her earlier friends, she has no words. It's OKAY to want to be popular, it's okay to want attention! Also, it's okay to admit that you are thin because you think it's too mean to be proud of one's physique when one is next to a fat girl. It's okay to take compliments once in a while and say 'aww thankss!' instead of being too modest and saying 'noo, I'm not pretty, only you are'. There are so many examples!!! Why can't people just admit that they are a little selfish and move on!

Okay yes I know that there may be people who are not being hypocrites, rather they probably actually don't want to be popular, think they are fat, and are too insecure to accept compliments. You can just ignore all that I said then, as long as you are being a genuine person.

5) Dating 50 people does not make you cool- I knew this guy a few years ago who had made a bet with one of his friends that he would date 30 girls in 3 months. So precisely 10 girls per month. So he indulged himself in a journey by charming girls with his flirting and breaking up with them for stupid made-up reasons. However, during this journey, he met a girl (I think that was his 26th girlfriend or something) whom he actually liked and wished to spend some time with. However, the bet had to be finished. After a week of happiness, he painfully broke up with her, leaving the girl heartbroken. The girl did, eventually, find out about the bet and hated his guts for it, and she also found out that the boy had planned to date her again after dating 4 more girls. Why are people so.. stupid? -.-

When people judge relationships by quantity rather than quality, it only tells me how unstable they are. I don't understand why people take pride in declaring things like "I have dated 17 times in the past 6 days", because to me, that means that you broke up/others broke up with you 17 times in the past 6 days. Is that how terrible and shameless a person you are? Wouldn't it make much more sense to have a long, happy relationship with one or two people and end up getting married to them? People, I tell you.

6) Remember that you are an individual- and not merely a part of a group. Act in a way that allows people to separate you and treat you as an individual. When people look at you, they shouldn't see a clump of chewed cud because, eh, who wants to be chewed cud? Don't be needy or clingy towards other people because it's really annoying to others and you put yourself across as a dependent, insecure person. This is especially noticeable in relationships. Many people want to date because they feel like no one loves them, but being with a certain someone might make them feel important. But that doesn't mean you should constantly stick to that person and have your ego fed by that person because, well, you're not a baby! Take care of yourself!

Of course, I know that we are all desperate, depraved human beings, and this independence is something that comes with time. In twelfth grade, I found myself scurrying about the school alone, searching for teachers and counselors and not giving a crap about where my friends are. I'd take the initiative to search for my teachers and ask them for extra classes because I knew that it was MY future and my friends have, ultimately, not much of a role in it. When you're filling out college apps, of course admission cares about your social life, but there are other things that matter too. There was a point when I'd skip classes with my friends so we could chill out, but eventually I realized that I didn't want to skip classes because I needed my grades!

If you have the assertiveness to be an individual and try out for the soccer team even if none of your friends are and you're scared to be alone, it doesn't matter if you're hanging out with a group of losers because as long as you are you, people will see you as an individual and respect you. Besides, being independent and trying new things by yourself is also a great way to make new friends. It took me years to realize this and become independent, and well, now I really do feel accomplished.

7) But don't be a complete lone wolf- Needless to say, there are many advantages of having friends because you do depend on them to an extent. This is a bad example, but let me tell you that throughout 12th grade, I did not have or bother to write down my school time table. So every day, I went to school totally clueless with a bunch of books in my bag, hoping that I have brought the right ones. I relied completely on my friends to tell me which class I have, and what homework I have, but again, I'm in no way recommending this behavior to you because that's just me being irresponsible hehe. School would be completely different without my beloved friends and all the crazy things we did together were what made school worth all the studies and pressure.

Also, I'm not saying you should restrict your friendship solely to students. Gone are the days when only the class nerd befriended the teachers. In fact, my teachers were all pretty cool and great to talk to, so we were all sort of friends with them. Of course, there are several advantages of befriending teachers too and even if teachers are supposed to be impartial, they might show at least a little remorse over having to punish you if you are on friendly terms with the teacher. But I'm not saying that you should take advantage of teachers that way... just be a little friendly and open up your heart and it will definitely pay off!

Also, there are several ways of deepening your friendship with others that I'd like to quickly share-
>Get a smartphone- I didn't have a smartphone for a really long time, but when I finally got one, like 2 years ago, my friendship with others instantly got closer through an assortment of apps.

>Bring lip balm or tic tacs to school- I don't know how it might work in your region, but in my school, whenever anyone would bring any one of these two things, that person would instantly get famous. Every one wants some lip balm or tic tacs! The second you open a pack, you make instant, if not temporary, friends.

>Watch TV shows- If there is anything I learned about high school conversations, it is that they mostly revolve around the hotness of Ian Somenhalder, Nathan and Mike Ross. There are many TV shows that I love but I'm usually too lazy to watch all the episodes, but then when I go to school the next day, I'm at a loss. "OMG IAN SWALLOWED A PURPLE BAROMETER DID YOU WATCH" "OH YEAH HIS EX WIFE GOT PREGNANT" "YEAH HERCULES DIED IN THAT BABY STROLLER".
There are two things you can do in such a situation: a) Watch that show. Find out about Meredith's spree to Elfin Grot or whatever, or b) Learn to change the topic. I would pretend to understand whatever my friends are talking about and make up stories of my own, thereby confusing them and then I force them to talk about water coolers.
Okay, I'm kidding.

>Feign an interest in what others have to say- I am often very, very bored by other people. "Yeah omg my toe has a carbuncle so I put a tissue over it". But I pretend to be interested- "omg really?! Why did you put the tissue though? You could also put toilet papers, facial towels, notebook papers, etc." What the heck am I saying... Anyway, eventually your feigned interest might just turn to real interest.

8) Bad days make great blog entries- It is TYPICAL. So typical that every cowboy from every century would have experienced it. When you're having a bad day, don't think that it is the end of the world! Issues that seem like the biggest issues has a way of eventually make you realize how stupid you have been. I used to freak out over the smallest pimples, but when no one would notice (and once I got my hands on these wonderful Tinted Moisturizers), I just didn't care! When the guy you like dumps you and you release all the waterworks, including urine, various digestive juices, and sweat from your body, you will eventually realize that the guy is a loser jerk who snogs beef jerky all day. And if you still need some reassurance, how about I tell you that bad days make great blog entries? If you write it down, I promise you'll laugh about it some time later in life.

But yes, I'm sure there are some big issues that also happen, and that are not typical. We all go through ups and downs in school, and sometimes the downs take you underground and you have to break through the asphalt to rise again. In that case, it is important to not lose hope. At the end of the day, it's just school. And time ticks on. Tough times will pass and there is a bright future ahead, filled with coconuts, palm trees, and college interviews (wanted to add some realism). When something bad happens, try sharing the incident with your friends, because most of the time, you'll end up laughing.

For example, one day I was walking down the stairs by myself when suddenly I tripped and fell, twisting my ankle just the way I had fantasized twisting Candace's neck from Phineas and Ferb. I fell down and looked around, but no one was there, and somehow limped my way back to my classroom, fighting back tears. But then I saw my friends who quickly came to my rescue and plopped me on a chair. I told them that I fell down because I was lost in my own world, and then we all laughed at my careless paralysis and moved on. They limped with me to give me company and carried me to my bus at the end of the day. If you guys are reading this, hehe thanks guys. <3

We all go through problems during adolescence but hey, you do get out eventually!

I promise you and assure you and you can tell everybody (I'm listening to 'The Man' by Aloe Blacc as we speak) that you will get out of it! All the problems are temporary, even the permanent ones! Life has a way of pushing us forward. I have been through so much, so many unimaginable things, but instead of allowing the sad experiences to make me a weak person, I learned from those experiences. I learned to cope with problems, face situations and be brave! And you will too. Trust me, by the time you get out of school, and finished college, you will have turned into a strong individual, ready to take over the world! YES THAT'S RIGHT. Life is not that bad!!!

You know what. If I'll make this blog entry any longer I'll be blamed for posting novels instead of blog entries, and die of hand cramps myself. But I think I'll make a separate blog entry to cheer people up. I'll call it the.. eh... Encouragement Post! Maybe. Idk. But I will post such an entry!!


So yeah, I guess that's it. I wanted to write so much more but again, my blog entries are too large already. But I'll add a few more side notes that I had wanted to elaborate on earlier, but don't have the time to - be nice to your parents, bad days are not 'bad days' till it's 12 midnight so you still have the time to change the bad day to a good day, when you're with your friends and people stare at you, don't be embarrassed because they're probably jealous they can't have as much fun as you're having, don't starve yourself, bullies are bullies because they're trying to hide their insecurities, live for yourself and not for others, and lastly. You are not trying to gain the approval, or likes, of others. It's your life. Approve yourself first.

PHEW! So there you have it! A little bit of inspiration from this exhausted teen. If you actually when on iTunes and played "The Man" while reading that third last paragraphs... trust me do that, it made so much sense :O
Also, you can check out my previous entry- How to study like a bau6 (because bau5 is too mainstream) for some study tips because well, believe it or not, school involves some academics too. Anyhoo, I'm going to uh, nurse my hand cramp now. This post took 5 actual hours to type. I need some rest. Oh god. I hope this post has left you inspired and/or nostalgic.

Love you all! Also, if you read the whole thing. Did you notice I actually used 'Elfin Grot' reference? Haha. Heh. ELFIN GROT. I'm awesome for using that. I know I am. Psh.
Also, it's April Fools day. But I promise whatever I said here is totally legit. Hehehe.

Food for Thought?

Might I take a moment to acknowledge the (unrevered) fact - It's December! And you know what that means. Christmas carols, anonymous presents, and calorie gains are only subordinate to high adrenaline for it's GRADUATION YEAR next month which means you're going to, you know, die.

It is amongst all this hungama that I find time to do general mundane activities such as eating or eating in restaurants. A few days ago I went to a restaurant with my family to gnaw and gulp some endearing Indian delicacies when I noticed this interesting trend that I thought would be suitable for one of my stupid blog entries.

OMG.

So what I've horribly sketched here is the overall outline of the restaurant.....

Okay, so this is the LOL restaurant. It doesn't have to stand for Laughing Out Loud, or Lots of Love. It could stand for, say, Lecturing Objectionable Llamas. 

(That's a llama wearing a bikini smoking weed.)

(Jk. That's my desperate attempt at trying to be funny. And let's just get past this, because this is a restaurant, not llama rehab.)

So Laughing Out Llamas or Lecturing whoever, I went to this restaurant and the circle things in the diagram above represent different tables where people could sit. There were two on the left, two on the right, three in the middle, and four at the back. Note that even if I have made the three tables in the middle purple, they actually were exactly identical to their furniture friends on the sides. 

Okay so the four blue people at the entrance is me, my dadi, and my parents. So we're entering the restaurant, and we notice that 7 of the 11 tables were occupied with the little black circles (representing customers). So we look around, deciding where to sit. And without much ado, we choose the second brown table on the right. 

Then another family arrives.

After thinking for quite a bit, the new family chooses the table near the back row, which I have marked. 

Do you see the trend?

When this family chose the table near the back row, it made me wonder. Why didn't they choose the middle, or the front table? It's not like those tables were made of velociraptor skin or had thorny chairs. And it's not like the tables we chose had hot waiters enacting Glee scenes. Every freaking table in the restaurant was the same, made of the same material, and just as appealing. 

Everyone who entered that restaurant chose tables that were near other occupied tables, and out of direct view so that when someone would enter and their eyes go straight to the center, it would meet the seclusion of a desolate, empty purple table that no one really thought of occupying. 

Now before you begin brandishing your opinion of my absurdity here, I know what I'm saying here is also pretty stupid. Firstly, who is weird enough to notice such things, forget making an entry about it? Moreover, this 'trend' that I have noticed is not applicable in every scenario, because I have definitely seen people choosing tables that may be beyond the solar system. 

But don't you think this sort of scene does happen once in a while? And maybe there is some explanation for it?

This, my beloved reader(s), arises from our general human tendency of conformity. I tried to Google this phenomenon but I could find none underlining my allegations of conformity in restaurants, so I'll remind you that this is just me rambling and straying away from any possible facts that I may or may not have overlooked. So don't count my little theory as the one and only, and possibly as the accurate, because, you know, I'm just thinking.... 

None of us really like to stand out. I mean, when everyone at a party wears formal wear because it's the dress code, you don't just barge in in your panda costume (hopefully) (but this could totally happen if you're the girl in Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging). When all your friends like a person, you also try to like the person and notice the good qualities in them. As much as you may deny, as hard as you may try to 'stand out' and be different, at the end of the day, there are some things, as minor as they may be, that make you conform, and this little restaurant scenario is just one of them. 

Both our families did not choose the tables in the center, because well, as blatantly as we may try to deny, we didn't really fancy standing out or be in perfect view for everyone to enjoy watching us wipe butter chicken off our nose, or pull out strands of our hairs from our mouth while eating. Besides, the human tendency to seek contact and be near others similar to us is a given, innate quality and well, I guess we are more comfortable being around people like us, with their flawed eating styles so if someone were to enter the restaurant and judge us, he/she wouldn't just look at us, but also everyone around us, and would probably conclude that this restaurant indeed is Llama Rehab and walk out. So if you're eating like a reckless hominid, your wacky eating habits will be covered by the wackier eating styles of your hominid comrades sitting in tables surrounding yours.

Actually, if you think about this whole conformity thing, it can be dated further back to something totally unrelated yet equally intriguing.

So I have been tweezing my eyebrows since I was 12, then I started getting them done properly since 9th grade. Now, why do I get them done? Because well, it is given that having thin eyebrows supposedly make you prettier and more presentable. And why is it 'given'? Because, well, everyone around me gets their eyebrows done and tries to advocate this practice. 

But if I think about it, like really think, I would jolly well love to just not get my eyebrows done. It is annoying, painful, and makes me visit the parlor 800 times a month when I would much rather stay home in my Extra Extra Extra Large Tshirt, sprawled on the couch. 

But I still go. And I still have thin eyebrows.

However, thin eyebrows weren't always the trend.

So this is Shyama, a Bollywood actress of the 1950s, and as you can see, she has thick eyebrows. This shows that okay, maybe not all our lovely ladies of the 50s had thick eyebrows, but surely, it was a trend at some point- maybe when your grandmother's grandmother was conceived- but it was a trend nevertheless. Then sometime between India's converting from Kurtas to Jeans, eyebrows went from thick to thin. I saw my friends getting their eyebrows done thin, so I also started getting them done thin. 

Now you ask, how in the world/why in the world did I bring eyebrows into the restaurant/llama rehab?

Well, both these cases are similar because they show that as human beings, we tend to go along with the crowd and do what everyone else is doing. We try not to create a scene. But you know, again I'm just being general. Because personally, I would LOVE to stand out, and that's what I always try to do. 

Anyway, I leave it to you to decide whether this whole entry that I have just finished typing with this throbbing writer's block makes sense or not. Meanwhile, I think I'm going to catch up on my sleep. 

One more thing though- Lately, I have been obsessed with WWYD videos on Youtube. These videos show how human beings sometimes choose to break free of the notion of conformity, which results in some really heartening beautiful incidents that give me hope for human beings. So I would highly recommend you watch these videos. Not unproductive at all, I promise.

Much love (and heavy droopy eyes), 

Tom, Dick and Harry.

Projects are stressful, annoying, and most importantly, BORING. Especially when you have one due RIGHT before your vacations.

By the time June arrives, you realize that it won't rain cats and dogs anymore, and you're sweating like a pig. You also realize that the 'A' you have been aiming for is a dime in the dozen, and you are simply a drop in the bucket. So you decide it'll be cool if you just include loads of diagrams in your project, after all, a picture is worth a thousand words. However, later when reality screams that you're against the clock, you realize that you're simply adding fuel to the fire, and nothing is a piece of cake anymore.

So you follow the lead of every other Tom, Dick, and Harry, and go offtrack.

Lol.

...So are you freaked out yet by my oh so many idiomatic references? Idk why, but these days they just come naturally to me. "So Ramona, you just came to school out of the blue! I thought you were sick as a dog!"

Well, the dog days of summer are here, my friend. Before you think that I should be moved to a funny farm, I shall begin my graveyard shift. Okay, that's not making sense anymore. Wait. I mean, that's all Greek to me now. Haha. Crap. I can't stop. Make it stop. STAHHP. Agh.

Okay, so the point is, WIKIPEDIA IS AWESOME AND I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU DWEEBS THINK. When I was younger, I was told by my teachers that Wikipedia is unreliable and has stuff that may not be edited properly. So we weren't allowed to list that in our bibliographies, or just use Wikipedia in general. 

But I beg to differ. 

In fact, my laptop also begs to differ. 

I mean, just now when I typed "wikipedia" it corrected me saying it should be "Wikipedia" instead. I mean, gawwh, look at the amount of respect (W)ikipedia's getting, you wackos! 

It is so easy to find everything you need in Wikipedia. A blink of an eye, and voila! From the history to contemporary to major events to death to everything- it's all in one place, that's what I love about Wikipedia. And if you're so picky about references, you should notice those tiny hyperlink-able numbers they have above each alleged fact that takes you to that particular reference page. And if you're still gonna be picky, you can always suggest a reference, and someone will always heed you. 

To show my support, I have actually made this little tribute-thingy for Wiki. (don'tjudge)

But again, that's not the point. 

The point is, Tom, Dick and Harry. I was reading someone's wordpress which had some eco info, when suddenly I saw the guy mention something like "every Tom, Dick, and Harry knows that". Then I remembered someone's mom on Facebook had also mentioned "Tom, Dick and Harry" on some comment somewhere (I have a weird memory), and it struck me. Why is everyone so obsessed with Tom, Dick and Harry? 

Keeping the school-girl snickers aside on the name in the middle, I did some research. (This is the part where I got distracted and bored of researching eco). 

I encountered.... a.... (guesss) ....(drumroll)... WIKIPEDIA PAGE! And guess what? It had everything I was looking for. Don't believe me? Here, take a look.

Then my mind once again flashbacked to my SAT textbook. Princeton Review brings up a fictional character called "Joe Bloggs" who is an average teenager who gets average grades. And I found out that, just like TD&H, JB (not Justin Bieber) also is a similar reference term that has been in use since.. well... a long time.

Another interesting fact I learned is the name sequence. It so happens that the English people apparently use a word sequence in which the shortest word comes first, and the longest word comes last, hence Tom (which is the shortest) comes first, and Harry (which is the longest and has more syllables) comes last! I had NEVER noticed that before, I mean why do people usually say "tall, dark and handsome"? 

But of course, I wanted more examples. I tried thinking of more, but all I could remember was Forever 21 (For-ev-er Tw-en-ty-one.) And that also doesn't really count if you don't count 'tw' as one syllable. So that was disappointing. However, I shall be on lookout. 

Besides my word woes, I also found out that there was one.. actually 2 movies by the same name.

1) Tom, Dick and Harry (1941)- Couldn't find a proper trailer, but oh well, here's a Wikipedia(!) (which is at least more detailed that imdb actually), click here

2) A Bollywood (am I surprised -.- ) movie. Found a trailer. (because blogger is moodswinging and not letting me properly upload the video to my blog). 

Maybe there are more. But I think that's enough for now. 

Tom, Dick and Harry, I also learned, were rather common names in the 17th century. But these days, how often you encounter a guy named "Dick", let alone Tom or Harry? In fact, I have a theory that after the success of Harry Potter, parents were probably too scared to name their children Harry, because then people may compare him to Harry Potter, giving the child inferiority issues (because Harry Potter is kinda unbeatable). 

Sorry, just felt that^ image is appropriate.

And maybe the same happened to Tom, after Tom Riddle. Or maybe Tom and Jerry. And Dick? If that's your name, you must be a really, really brave guy. Btw, you should check out dick figures. Totally unrelated to what we're talking about here, but go ahead, just look it up on youtube, funniest videos ever. 

But also, on the other hand, if your name actually is Tom, Dick, Harry, or maybe Joe Bloggs, you know I didn't mean to hurt you in any way! If I did, I offer my sincerest apologies. At least you should be happy that your names are pretty much representing the human race. Why do you think people always say (or used to say) "every Tom, Dick, and Harry out there"? That's right, you freakin world conquerors! 

Well, on an ending note, I know that you may think that I'm a blessing in disguise, but actually, I'm just a leopard who can't change her spots. Now if you will please excuse me, I'm going to go eat like a pig, and I'll try to keep in mind that you are what you eat. 

Oh god, I'm never gonna get over this xD 

See ya later alligator.  (It's a song!!!!) 

The old Streams war.

Approximately 18 hours ago, I had a rather pleasing, 3 hours lasting informal debate with my friend on humanities stream vs. science stream. In India, it's like war. 1st-10th grade you fly around on a carpet and drink holy water, and in 11th (but mostly 12th) grade, your carpet tears apart, you fall from the sky, and the holy (now not-so-holy) water rains over you. Yeah, maybe it won't not rain hard on some people. But the ones worst struck (with lightning?) are people like me, who abruptly decide to change schools, change boards, change subjects, and then realize they have practically NOTHING to write in the college essay.

So then you sit and make amends.

Considering the amount of work I'm loaded with, it's a MIRACLE that I can still take time out for blog posts. Miracle why? (b)cos :- (notice the mathematical reference?)

1) PROJECTS
bam
2) EVEN MORE PROJECTS
bam
3) WEEKLY TESTS
bam
4) EXAMS
bam
5) ONLINE WRITERS COURSE THING
bam
6) SAT- long registration process + stu-dying
bam
7) USUAL HOMEWORK
bam
8) EXTRA CLASS/TUITION
bam
9) INTERNSHIPS- registration & searching(?)
bam
10) EXTRA CURRICULARS
bam
11) ETC. BECAUSE THERE IS ALWAYS MORE.

So, why am I so pissed, you ask? If I haven't made it obvious with that fugly list above, I proudly declare myself a fail writer. I'll put a barf bag over my head and parade with it for the rest of my life, thank you very much.

I am pissed because I missed my bus today and haven't had breakfast even if it's been like 4 hours and I'm sitting in my cramped room with open pages all around me and at least 7 tabs open on 3 windows in my laptop and a trashcan filled with empty refills because I used up all my pens. *breathes* And how did I possibly miss my bus, you ask? Because I'm so terribly sleep deprived because of this work and I actually dream about paper-monsters even while sleeping. So obv, I woke up late. See? There is always a reason.

And if you are a damned sciencee, shaking your head like a piranha on drugs, I'd advice you to wear a helmet before I shove an actual piranha down your throat.

..which brings me to my topic for today..

SCIENCE AND HUMANITIES (AND ALSO COMMERCE) ARE DIFFERENT THINGS.

When you step into the world of juniors and seniors wearing brand new Prada heels, you realize it's too hard to walk on them and trip off your high horse on the first day. I know I use too many metaphors, but I'm sure you can understand. But 11th grade is still fine. After a while, you get used to all those Humanities vs. Science jokes (Humanities is the manual labor of 11th grade), and Commerce just sits there in the good ol' neutrality. But when 12th grade arrives, you get a taste of reality. Unless you're charming and organized and actually have a planned path ahead, you become an average. And trust me, when you want a scholarship, you can't be an average. So you put aside your science/humies woes and start doing stuff.

But JUST when you thought you're psychologically recovering, you are forced to attend a family social gathering where you meet well-dressed adults clinking wine glasses and scrutinizing the nerves of your brain. And they always approach you with the same questions, and before you know it, you realize it's too late to run away, and embrace a conversation that defines 'awkwardness'.

"So, beta, which stream have you taken? Science, right?"
"Um, no, uncle, I have taken Humanities actually.."

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"Oh." (Snape style) "But.. I mean... are you sure? Did you make your decision wisely?"
"Yes."
"Well.. okay.. But are you sure about your career? What you're going to pursue?"
"Yes, I'm gonna do journalism."
"Well, okay then. Please excuse me. I have to go milk my anaconda"

Now, I'm not saying that all adults are like this. This one uncle unexpectedly turned round the conversation and praised me for taking humanities. There are many people who understand that SCIENCE AND HUMANITIES ARE TWO DIFFERENT THINGS so why should you even compare in the first place?

So this anger is not directed towards everyone, mind you. It is for those who have had experiences like me and we can sympathize together and fight this out. Yeah, it's funny to joke once in a while ("YOU TOOK HUMANITIES, SO DON'T TELL ME ABOUT WORKLOAD!!!"), but it should all be in good spirit.

It is true that as youngsters, 80% of us had difficulty in math and only 20% had difficulties in English. In fact, we chilled the day before an English paper, and started cramming 2 weeks before a Math paper. So obviously because of the amount of memorizing formulas and applying calculations, math and science subjects were considered tougher. I remember in 10th grade how I HATED chemistry, but loved English. A friend of mine who also hated chemistry, pursued Science for the sake of status. When you're a science student, you're a *Science Student!!! :O* but when you're a humanities student, you're well, expected to clean dirt from fossils?

So here is a list educating you on what humanities is actually about. I'm not here to promote inferiority or tell you which stream is the best, but I'm just gonna shower some facts on you, which would guide your opinions and erase any stereotypes.

1) There are no fixed answers in Humanities. When you place a science/math marking scheme on your left and a humanities marking scheme on your right, you notice something. In science, each answer is numbered and there is one specific answer or keyword that you look for. However, in Humanities, there might be a line that says "Should be relevant to the topic". Maybe a few key words, or a sample answer max. There is no fixed answer. You have to think for yourself.

..which brings me to the next point..
2) You can't cram everything. Sure, there are some things that you must memorize, like the characteristics of a Social Institution. But 80% of it is your own reflective thing and analysis. You have to put a lot of thought and do a lot of reflective thinking, and let your creative ideas spill out.

3) There is a LOT to read. You have to have a good vocabulary and a sense of understanding to take Humanities. If you can't read, don't take it. Initially, I never imagined that the books will be so freakin verbose, but then you start reading, and sometimes I'd actually resort to my SAT math in the middle of studying Lionel Robbins, to calm my mind down a little.

4) Humanities (as the name suggests) is about people, and the world, as you know it, is inhabited by people. It goes a long way to be able to understand and analyze people and ideas. It really requires high levels of thinking and forming your own opinions. You have to think deeply about the world around you, about the minds of the people, and the way things are. You have to notice them and form an opinion and have the ability to put it in words. You have to gather information through surveys and observation. And there is no fixed formula, or method, for doing it. You don't get any guidance or DIY manual, you have to figure out yourself what you're gonna do, and how you're gonna do it.

5) Now you may ask "What's the point of thinking so much? How does it help anyway?". When I would get annoyed by analyzing every single prick and piece of a Wordsworth poem, I think to myself if analyzing all these words are even worth anything! But it is. It develops you as a person, as a human being, and as a part of the human race. It helps you understand people, how the thought back then, and how they think now. And practical uses of it, you ask? Advertisement. Businesses need to read the minds of consumers. People read books for fun. People are biased and want opinions. People are curious. When you go to school, don't you gossip more than discussing what the school floor is made of? I'm not nearly comparing an iota of school drama to the big bad world, but let's not forget that studying things about the past help us make inferences and developments for the future.

6) And come on people, have enough brains to realize that humanities is science in a way, it is a social science and involves the scientific method! (Um, hellow, what are mass surveys and aptitude tests supposed to be?) Don't go around bullshitting stuff like there is no practical use of humanities. Look around yourself. Amidst the people wearing lab coats and finding cures for cancer is a teenage girl being sold as sex trafficking. You enter your first day at work at a well-reputed firm, on your way to save the world from swine flu, when your coworker slams against you, hurling you to the ground, and walk past without apologizing. You can either send him for ethics or gender sensitization or sociology classes, but would you make him learn calculus and biology to change his mind about slamming against people without apologizing?

What if everyone relied on science and fixed formulas and never thought it logical to help each other and have opinions? Your family dies in a fire and you spend years mourning, and when you're starved of emotional support, a robot-ish guy approaches you and tells you to drown your pain with some morphine. Or maybe conduct a heart surgery to fix that metaphorical hole in your heart.
When grooms ask for overwhelmingly high dowries for the bride's family to sell their daughters like prostitutes, you don't turn to scientists for a smart way out. You reach someone who will understand your pains and be sensitive towards your decisions, and help you out emotionally.

Okay, I know I have exaggerated, and maybe to an unacceptable and pissing off level, and I apologize sincerely, if that's the case. Please don't take this the wrong way and don't blame me for degrading science. We NEED science and we have reached a long way because of science, because of technology, because of the gorgeous people out there in science clothes accessorized with a bright, technical brain. I understand logic and reason, but you can't always survive by that, right? There is a need for some heart and opinions. Isn't that what differentiates us from robots, and makes us more human? And okay, I know I sound super cheesy and typical humanities types, but I beg you to put aside your ego for once, and try to understand my point.

Ultimately, humanities, science and commerce should not be compared at all! The language of humanities is opinions and the language of science is logic, and eventually, we're not thinking of which one's the best. We're combining all this knowledge to fuel this world and make it a better place. People need to focuz more on their college applications than this sort of prejudice, because omggggg we have college next year, aren't you nervous?!!!
And please, do not be offended in any way; I am NOT criticizing science. I love science and had an A in Physics last year! I'm just mentioning some facts about Humanities because being a humanities student, I obviously know about my subjects, and I just think these stereotypes are quite unfair. Yes, now you may say that hence I would know less about Science, and I'm not denying that, so yes, I'm sure I've had some misconceptions also, and if you notice any, kindly forgive me. And besides, whether you took Psychology or Algebra or truck driving classes, your success would solely depend on your talent in those fields, not the fields themselves. As a human being, it is basic manners to respect people's choices in life. What do you want? Everyone to be exactly as perfect as you?

And to that uncle milking his anaconda, I will have to charge him extra when he comes to me years later seeking a well-read student to write his biography.

Now back to my list of work to be done -.-
Much larv(a)e, (because, tribute to biology?)

The world is too strong to end.

Inspiración is everywhere.

1.

Creds- ChronicleOnline

The last few days have been pretty crazy over here. One thing I love about democracy is protests. India has been struggling as a democracy, but when we unite, the citizens are unstoppable. The result of a brutal gang rape of a 23 year old woman in a chartered bus has raised the loudest of the voices and I can actually hear the agonizing screams of the protesters till my room. These protesters have been protesting non-stop; despite authorities firing water cannons at them, they continued protesting, drenched and shivering. The accused were thrashed by the inmates(!) when they were taken to Tihar Jail. This reminds me that maybe, there is some hope left in this world.

Delhi has been the rape capital of the country. It has come to such a point that girls can not even step out alone, or even with friends! Is this how our country has become? And then the police blame our wardrobe, saying that wearing shorts would turn them on so we get raped. Well uh, here's a wacky idea- why don't you punish these retards in the first place?! No matter what we wear, we get raped, so how does it make a difference? And the authorities can't use the old excuse- 'she was asking for it' to run away from the absurd truth that they can't take the blame/do something about it. It is all EXTREMELY stupid. I was beyond pissed when I heard the news about this incident for the first time. I could just go on about how pissed off I am, but I have other things to say as well, but seriously, this is the most shameful act in the country. Personally, I feel that the rapists for this case should be hanged so there would be at least some fear for these fucktards. As worded by Sunitha Krishnan, "Rapists walk free, victim gets life term".

2.   Recently I just got over with my exams. I was worried because I thought I won't have time to finish studying, but it was at times like these when a familiar voice rings in my head. 

Me: Ma'am, how will I study!??!?! I am so screwed. There isn't much time and qwertyuiopi'mfreakingout!
Yoda: You can do it. Remember, there are 24 hours in a day. It is up to you how to use it.

So I had this conversation with my Economics teacher back in 10th grade. I was worried about my finals and I didn't have time to study at all, and I had no clue what was going to happen to me. That was when my teacher said that there are 24 hours in a day. I don't know why, but after that time, though I've heard this quote so many times, I felt the most inspired at that moment. Being the wannabe nerd that I am, I made this quote reflect in my grades. It's like this quote magically converted the D I had in the preboard exams to an A by my 10th grade finals! And 11th/12th grades are frightening times. Your grades kind of define your future, so who wouldn't want to do well? When you're struggling though, just remember, there are 24 hours in a day. I'd stay up late/wake up early and study every freaking thing and practice every question, and use my time wisely. Because I knew that 24 hours is a fair time. And we get to use it.

Seriously, when I see this, I just feel so motivated to do something!! Don't you feel it too?!

Besides the woes of a worried 11thie, I have another reason to be inspired.


3.

And after listening to this I was just  9E9GRREOVPOOUR45EROVOOOOQOWoi*(32R7283R72389T7 Z239~)!>@>>@>REJGP seriously, I can't say much about this because I was literally speechless by the beauty of the sound. It is so cool how they combined classical and contemporary, but in ways of instruments and the scenario and stuff, with the Phantom of the Opera and the classy-ish setting and oh ye godsss I still can't get over how amazing this is. I have respect for every kind of music, and this one just happens to be a step amazing-er because even without any lyrics or anything, it touched my heart, mind, soul, everything! And whenever I listen to this, I just feel a lot better and it awes me everytime.



So my dear lovelies, I have just given you 3 reasons for why the world can't end. It is too strong, too inhabited with inspiration and beauty. Of course there are thousands of other reasons, but these are just to name a few.

Today is the 21st of December, 2012, the alleged/futile apocalypse, however, I don't see the world ending any time soon. It is too awesome to end. Other than the scientific reasons, of course. So yeah, happy NOT-apocalypse! And tomorrow, I'm gonna sit and watch the movie 2012 so I can laugh at all that drama.

PS- To offer support for the victim of the gang rape incident, and to help India rid any future atrocities of such kind, sign the petition: Death For Rape
My heart goes out to the victim, and I truly hope she will fight against this terrible deed. She is a sign of hope for our country, and I offer my full support to the victim and her family. And my heart goes out to the protesters. I'm not being allowed to protest (-.-) but I'm so freakin' proud of those people braving the winter chill and fighting for this girl, and against every shameless dweeb out there, to save India's present and future.

Yours truly, and very much alive, 

The Expectation Theory.

Okay so originally the post title was gonna be 'My expectation theory', but I'm guessing many of us already apply this theory, so I didn't really want to claim it's my own creation.

We all expect. We expect like crazy. In fact, I expect you, yes you, my favorite reader, to read this entire post and praise it. I expect so many things, and so do you, and we all have expectations for each other, and well, that's life.

But what happens when life refuses to fulfill our expectations?

Disappointment. Now that's something every human being has experienced. If you read halfway through my blog entry and decide it's boring, you have failed to reach my expectations, and I am disappointed. (sad face). Oh god I feel so psychological and human behavior reading types right now!

Now, I (and many other people) have decided to follow this theory to prevent disappointment. I'm sure you already know it. But I just HAD to include it in my blog, and that also right NOW. I mean, I have just got home from school, and haven't even changed my uniform, and here I am, letting it out before I lose/forget it.

Don’t Expect! J

Face it. There are too many disappointments in our lives and we can't suffer it any longer. That test you thought you did well in, you're not topping the class. That new hairdo you got to gain attention of your crush, well, it's not very attention-seeking. Your ice cream will melt and the sun will set and winter will arrive to chill your bones and drown your happiness. Okay. So you get the point. I'm sure by this time, you probably hate me for killing your mood by being such a realist all of a sudden, but yes, my beloved, these are the disappointments you are expected to live by, and you suffer one, constantly. 

So what do you do? (I'll repeat again because the previous timing wasn't good enough)

Don’t Expect! J

Don't expect! Or if you must, expect little. When you give that test, try your best, but expect to simply pass. When you get your hair permed, expect attention from say, your freakishly observant geology teacher. When it gets cold, don't expect it to be summer the next day. In fact, just don't expect, and trust me, you'll enjoy life a lot more without that 'OHH THIS BETTER HAPPEN' burden. It's tried and true, folks.

Of course, now you're thinking "How canst thou eradicate expectations? I need thist to fuel my potential". So if you ignore the new random word I made up (thist) and the wacky Englischhh, I agree and understand that it will be hard, but it comes with time and practice. Keep distracting your mind with...eh...that hideous design on your friend's pet frog's back. Or something of that sort. As long as you.....

Don’t Expect! J

I won't lie, I am enjoying this^ 

However, let me just say that it may not work for everyone. Yes, it is true that maybe, if you expect, you push yourself to your limits and reach your maximum potential. So I guess I could say that this is only advisable to those who have simply HAD IT with disappointment ruining every moment's awesomeness. And you never know, without expecting for that special ice cream sundae your uncle gives you every Friday, you are actually avoiding disappointment that would have come if your uncle decides to give you an itch cream instead of an ice cream, one fine Friday. 

And imagine your surprise when you do get your hair permed and everyone, including the special someone, notices the waves of your hair and makes a nerdy joke about wavelengths (okay how do I even think of such examples), and that surprise happened entirely because you didn't expect that to happen. So when it DID happen, you are all mind blown and awe struck.

So..uh...on a quick ending note, I realize this blog entry is all dull and unattractive because I was too lazy to prettify it, and include my cliparts or drawings or whatever, but I'm sure you'll forgive me for that. And no, there is no reason that I wrote this entry on this particular day at this particular time, in case you were wondering. Okay, great, now you're wondering. Well, please don't wonder, and please don't expect, and you will be guaranteed (I guess) to be pleased!  

Much hugs and painted mugs, (what?)

Old and typical tv shows!

Gawd Blimey! What a nasty weather! If you will pardon me, I shall attempt to write a blog entry on the awesomeness of the olden times and enlighten you with my lovely/dreary British slang, while the weather wears on and keeps me indoors.

"I want to see Part 1 and 2 as well". - Click here!

PS- notice the background music and stuff!

At times I suspect if I was accidentally born in the 21st century, because my mind often strays back to the centuries of the past, with those ankle length dresses, ink pens, the British-influenced-American accents that the posh wannabes forged, and of course, the old tv classics. The past is like perfume that fades with time, but can always get sporadic renewals, and get you all tickety-boo!

Of course, that doesn't mean I hate the movies they make these days.. but.. there's always this classy, quirky acting that the old movies have, that just CAN NOT be beaten. Perhaps it's the kewl outfits, or the accents, but it just fascinates me to lay my eyes on such shows (Alfred Hitchcock Presents), because it takes me back to a time where there were no cell phones. Or iPods. Or laptops. And people spend their spare time doodling with mustard or knitting, or whatever. Not that people don't do that these days or anything! But yeah.

I am quite uncertain on whether I may be correct, but I feel as if there is a gradual inclination for many others (like me) to travel back in time these days. I recently discovered another blog- http://www.thepeachmartini.com/
It is just kind of comforting to read old english (some of the blogger's posts are all vintage and antique-ey) and yes, I know what you are thinking, my darling reader, and no, I am convinced that I am not a very insane person.

Another thing I wanna talk about is (it's been a while since I've posted so I kind of have a lot to sayy) is the OMG the background music that you hear, but wisely chose to ignore, in television shows, movies, and stuff.

These days, I have been giving particular attention to the background music. Because it fascinates me sometimes! Each different region has a different background effect.

Like, for eg, South Indian serials, I have noticed, have really fast classical music in suspense/bad scenes. So the scary sound of a female voice spazzing with millions of sitars in the background, or the soft and calming, yet haunting sound of a harmonium, controls your mood more than the script/acting.

For North Indian, I'm sure we all have heard of Balika Vadhu. If you haven't, here's a random scene-

Omg. Now after watching it, I can't resist but write down a few (freakishly comical) things you'll find in just about every Indian serial!!! Here are some-
1) Suspense/scary background music runs for(......)ever
2) In the meantime, faces. The camera goes from Anandi to Kalyani to Sumawati or whoever, and back to Kalyani.
3) They speak with eyes. Honestly, the script may be less than 5 words, but to convey the message, it takes the whole 30 minutes of the scene.
4) SUDDEN shift in mood. The lightning speed music rushes and suddenly, it's quiet, happy, and nonsensical.

Of course, these funny things are smashed aside as over 80% of the viewers, I'm sure, watch these serials with utmost interest and seriousness. Sometimes I do sit down with my grandma and watch it for fun, because it is just so entertaining :P

And ofcourse, you go abroad, you may find similarities, and maybe I'm wrong, but I guess Grey's Anatomy has more drama on the script and acting than the effects, unlike Indian tv shows. Now, I'm not saying what's right and what's wrong, but perhaps after today, you'll start noticing the background music and old tv shows!

PS- Nothing in this post is meant to insult/hurt your sentiments. In case you do watch Balika Vadhu and suddenly feel like punching me if you felt anything I mentioned was insensitive, please forgive me :)

Much love, 

I'm buzzing with excitement.

I don't know if I should be excited or ashamed. I don't know if I'm the most hip-n-happenin' person or the most un-hip-n-happenin' person, or maybe I'm just really sleepy, and the lack of sleep is making me hyper, and releasing crazy thoughts, but today/night, I will be talking about our small little adhesive colorful friends- Mosquito Repellent Patches!!!

These are what the pretty ones look like <3 - 

The whole Delhi-NCR region screams DENGUE!! DENGUE!! (And I still pronounce it as 'dengoo' when most grammar queens claim it's 'dengee') and we need something bigger than a huge mosquito eating penguin, or a deadly Citronella tower, or anything of that sort. Something compact, effective, portable (why do I feel like I'm advertising), and fashionable, in one, sticky, pretty, sticker. 

Believe it or not, these things started years back, and I only found out about it like, a few days ago? When everyone flaunted these at school. I just don't know why, but I'm excited by these things. Recently I got my own share of mosquito repellent patches, albeit the non-smiley ones. Maybe I'll pull out a Sharpie and make faces on it, and make it look just like those pretty ones. But I hope it won't like, make the patch ineffective or something. Maybe the Sharpie ink will fight a duel with the Citronella. And win. 

^Okay. I believe I need to sleep now, before I go further insane. 

It's also sad how so many of my friends/acquaintances are suffering from dengue. I guess I'll take this opportunity to wish them to get well soon. 

Oh and I just remembered a mosquito bit me last night. I hope the thoughts of the probabilities of me getting dengue won't haunt me tonight. I wonder what my reaction will be when I'll see this post tomorrow morning. Maybe I'll freak out because I wrote this while I was half asleep. Or half awake. Goodnight, awakeners. (<-- did I seriously just say tha?)

Extreme Doodling.*

I know a few people who doodle their way through classes and end up with beautiful, yes BEAUTIFUL masterpieces that ought to be exhibited in the nearest Louvre-ish museum. But there are also some who simply know and accept that art is not their forte, and manage to come up with something...well..similar to this.

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The last page of my Economics notebook

My friend Sandy and I definitely got some help from some generous people throughout the journey of the evolution of this...this...THIS. It was one of those days when the classroom was extra stuffy, extra boring, and everything just lacked wildness and beauty. So is there something wrong with letting our inner desires and emotions out on paper? If you ignore the vulgarity (if you notice any), you'll realize that we have crazy, over-imaginative minds!

And this is where I feel like a kid again (not that I'm all adult-ish and grown up now). 

Let's see if you can spot the following in the doodle above:

• A hand with a tongue jutting out of it
• Failed attempt at making a Rupee symbol
• The piercings on the half tribal half pogostick (HTHP) creature
• A boy wearing heels dangling on the braid extending from the HTHP creature's head
• The birds perched on (one of the) random feet jutting out of the HTHP's head
• Religious bird
• Random mathematical symbols working together in harmony
• etc (because my eyes hurt from searching now)

I apologize if the picture was a bit too disturbing due to its overwhelming beauty (notice the star on the title), or if it hurts your sentiments in any way. In the meantime, I should tear that page off before my teacher sees it :P

Much love,