Just a little update.

Guys, thought I'd take a few seconds out from my rigorous studying, and by that I mean procrastinating, and by that I mean staring at the wall for the past 30 minutes.

a) I have been working real hard on a mega super awesome entry which I will be posting shortly after my graduation, which is in Jan. It is going to be titled - Things school taught me. I have been making a list and updating it every now and then, every time I learn something new. You would be surprised at the length of this list... and how academics is barely involved in the things I learned. So yes, please keep reading my blog whenever you can, esp near end-January/mid-Feb when this entry will be posted. 

b) I deactivated Facebook. This is for my friends who are suddenly wondering where I have disappeared. I still have my phone intact, so you can call/text whenever you want and I will try to reply asap. Or you can email me or comment on my entries, or Talk to me (left).

c) Ever since yesterday (Diwali) I have been ogling pictures of sky lanterns. I saw a few floating around yesterday and they were BEAUTIFUL! I'm just sorrowed that I didn't have the brains to get one myself and make a wish. 

Honestly, I have never been so smitten by anything in my life.

d) The weather makes me sad. I have been blasting on loud pop music to cheer me up. I think I got the winter blues :( But the music makes me happy :)

e) Love you all. 

Protect cows from firecrackers.

Lately, I have been wondering of the fate of the movie industry had I entered as Bella and starred in Twilight...
Robert Pattinson would not have the privilege of co-starring with me. In fact, a mosquito would deservedly replace him.

Okay, so maybe this love saga will be a little different, because the mosquito would be female, not have even 1/1000000th the looks of Pattinson, and make me itch with pleasure. So much pleasure, that I would go Diwali shopping to buy a backscratcher, instead of a new anarkali. (The backscratcher was on sale- 15 % off!!!!!!)  

That said, I must say I CAN'T WAIT FOR DIWALI! No, I'm not talking about the firecrackers. Or the ladoos. Or the sweet aunties who bring you little presents that you are forced to acknowledge. Or the smell of incense from all the prayers. Or the dressing up and posing for your peeps' instagrams. Or well, anything. 

I am actually looking forward to the abolishment of mosquitoes. 

I mean, it's not like I'm always a boring person who sits at home and laments about the sound of firecrackers bombarding my eardrums or the smoky air suffocating living and nonliving things. But unfortunately, I think the burden of experience has made me so. I just... I don't know, I don't find Diwali that amusing anymore. Ever since I had been little, I had held firecrackers in my hands and leapt with joy when they would burst before my eyes. I had gawked at the pretty lights covering my neighborhood balconies and loved the whole festivity that Diwali brings. But now, I'm not that amused. For me, the only part that I like about Diwali is, well of course, the mosquitoes that die because of the firecrackers, and also that Diwali serves as an excuse for me to call up people who I haven't spoken to in a while. 

Now, I know the kind of conversation you are expecting.

"Hey! Happy Diwali!!!"

"OMGG HIII OMGGG WE HAVEN'T SPOKEN IN SO LONG WHERE ARE YOU???"

"HAHAHA OMG I KNOW RIGHT?! I AM IN DELHI WHERE ARE YOU???"

"I AM IN BHUTAN OMG THIS IS CRAZY"

"I KNOW LIKE YOU ARE TALKING ALL THE WAY FROM BHUTAN AND I'M LIKE IN DELHI. YOU NEED TO COME BACK BRO"

"I WANNAA! DO YOU STILL WEAR BRACES??"

"NO. DO YOU STILL HAVE A UNIBROW?"

"NOPE! OMGG YOU MUST BE LIKE SO HOT RIGHT NOW"

"I KNOW RIGHT I AM HOT YOU MUST BE CRAZY HOT TOO MAN!"

"COME HOME DUDE LET'S HANG OUT I HAVE SO MUCH TO TELL YOU!!!"

"OKAY I'LL COME!! CAN I BRING YOU SOMETHING? GREEN PEAS?"
"OMGGG I LOVE GREEN PEAS!"
"SRSLY?!? ME TOO!!!!"

"SRSLY?!?! WE ARE TWINS WHO GOT SEPARATED AT BIRTH!"

"AAAH CAN'T WAIT TO MEET YOU AND SHARE DNA!"

But unfortunately, it doesn't always work that way.

"Hey! Happy Diwali!!!"

"Um, thanks. Who is this btw?"

"Oh. My bad. It's me, Songbird!!"

"Son-ohhh yes! Songbird, of course! Hi! :)"

"Hi! How is your Diwali going?"

"It's nice!"

"It's nice? That's great!"

"Yeah!"

"Heh."

"Hm."

"Ha."

*awkward pause that lasts 3 seconds but feels like eternity*

"Hmm, well I have to go now. I am late for my cloth-wringing class."

"Hmm, even I'm late for my cloth-wringing class. I should also go."

"Okay bye!"

"Bye -.-"

You know what they say... Feeling someone's absence makes you fonder, or something. Well, sometimes, it just makes conversations awkward. I mean, honestly, I used to have loads of 'best friends' when I was younger, but eventually, I lost contact with most of them. Some of my friends grew up to become cow worshipers, others became cow eaters; some of them milk cows, whilst others use them as means of transport. (I visited a hilly town last week and there were cows everywhere there, so.. sorrzies xo) And when you are expected to speak to these people after years, things are bound to get awkward. Especially if you don't regularly speak to them and have absolutely no clue about who they are, or what they are like, or if they even remember you.  

Oh well. At least some of my friends are still the same. At least some of me is still the same. 

Unfortunately, the mosquitoes won't change. But they will be gone, at least for a few months! :D 

(Hope you found the 2 twilight and 1 mosquito references)

Oh, and by the way, you should protect cows from firecrackers. They really freak out when you go near them with a phooljhadi. Actually, not just cows. Even dogs freak out. But I knew this one dog who actually enjoyed firecrackers. His name was Rocky, and he belonged to my friend's uncle. But still, not all cows or dogs are the same and must be protected. 

Great, I'll stop now.  

Happy Diwali (it's on the 3rd)! 

Bloggiversary.

Did anyone notice I changed the background? It's a picture of a stick figure clicking a picture of a snail against a warm color scheme. The colors just bring me closer to summer, which has been slowly slipping away in these cold days. That's why I thought of the background as decent. But do you have another background in mind? Talk to me, on the left.

Today is such a tragic day. I'm always so indifferent while climbing stairs. I mean, what can be exciting about stairs, they are just. stairs. Escalators are still a little exciting, but no one notices stairs, okay? Unless it's the stairway to heaven. But even in that case, you're trying to get to heaven, and the stairs are just sort of like little obstacles that you have to cross. And waise bhi, when was the last time you counted the number of steps you took to reach the top of a flight of stairs, or noticed the floral/dotted designs on it? Maybe my ignorance is why, today I just simply got so lost in the mundane-ness of stairs that I overlooked the last three steps, fell down, and twisted my ankle.

Lovely. Now I can't dance for the Bloggiversary.

Aaah, why am I so irresponsible and posting this entry 9 days late? What was I doing 9 days ago? I have been so dazed and loaded with assignments that this Bloggiversary thing just totally slipped my mind! In fact, I haven't been blogging for a while. But you can't really blame me. I'm in the !2th gr@de, and snatching 4-hour sleeps, and spending the rest of the day in Hell-Utopia, while trying not to drown in caffeine. Ugh, I feel so unhealthy.

Anyhoo, I will try not to get my pre-college woes into today's blog entry. Because today - 9 days was/is a special day. I'm at this very special place today- I'm in the midpoint. This is the point where I look back, look at the present, and look into the future and make inaccurate predictions about what is to happen to this blog.

LE PAST
After mini-decades of fulfilling my writing urges on pieces of scratch paper and incomplete word documents, I decided that it is time that I share my writing to the world, and maybe gain some recognition. My first brilliant idea was to create a novel, but I found it too formal and unworthy of someone so lazy as me, so I came up with another brilliant idea, which stayed in my head like a tiny centipede for days, before it began to tickle.
Me: Yo, I wanna make a blog!
Yo: No you can't, you suck.
Me: No! I think I can do this!
Yo: You will make a blog, be thrilled for a few days, then ship it off to Manila as you wipe the spiderwebs off your fingers.
Me: You're such a pessimist.... you just wait and watch, yo. I'm gonna make me a blog!

So one fine day, on the October of 2012, I sat down and made this blog. I didn't really have to brainstorm much, having pre-brainstormed the night before, and pre-pre-brainstormed the week before, but I did have to spend some sweat on figuring out a decent layout, background, etc. Eventually, when I was satisfied, I quickly typed a blog entry, made a horrible little drawing on Paint, and published it. Shared it on a few social networking sites, then waited.

PRE-SAAANT
I must say, the present is so pleasant! When I look back at Le Past, I don't see much difference in my writing style (do you?), but I think my drawing skills have improved a bit, heh. I started off with 0 views, and 2 followers- 2, because I blackmailed and bribed a couple of my friends into making Google accounts and following my blog, to which only 2 people actually listened. However, today, I have 3188 views, an awesomesaucerful of awesome people following my blog, a beautiful amount of emails and prompts to encourage me to continue writing, and this overwhelming sense of accomplishment. I mean, hey, Neil Armstrong may have walked the moon and accomplished something awesome. But I think I rocked the Earth (or at least, the virtual Earth/internet), and feel a great sense of accomplishment.

Honestly, I am just SO HAPPY! I think I'm gonna start crying... never did I think that people would actually read/ follow my blog on a regular basis! I want to acknowledge my readers from all over the world who read my blog, seriously guys, you keep me going. When I see people from all sorts of nationalities gaining access to my blogs somehow, I just feel so accomplished and so happy! Thank you all SO SO SO much, for making this blogging experience for me a truly incredible experience, and I can assure you, I won't be shipping this beloved blog of mine to Manila any time soon. :*

LE FUTURE
You know how people have different theories for the Earth's future? Some go way ahead and predict an assortment of apocalypses to freak everyone out, whilst others rewind a little, and focus on this sort of world with flying cars and unicorn-bellhops. Now, I am most certainly not denying the possibility of an apocalypse for this blog, neither am I denying the possibility of a wondrous makeover and advancement, so that if I get rich by any chance, I could make this blog an official website and use all sorts of gadgets to make this blog like really really cool.

I can't predict the future accurately, but I do know one thing. Some people love grinding teeth, and others love yodeling, and the skies may fall down and butterflies may turn back to catterpillars, but I will keep writing, and love writing, because writing is like the masala to my curry, or the lice found in a hobo's unkempt hair. Those are two very strange and irrelevant analogies, but seriously people, I love writing, and this is totally something I wanna keep doing for as long as I physically can. So yes, Le Future for Fancy Awakenings seems rather fancy.


Well, I think I was gracious enough for this little blogpost. And well, if you read all this, thank you so very much. I most certainly can not continue blogging without your support, beloved reader! So please keep visiting my blog whenever you can, and I promise I'll work hard and show absolute gratitude towards my readers, however I can.

Wooot! Blog baby, you're a year old now!

 

Love always,

Penguins.

Oh no. I watched Happy Feet again. NOOOOOOO.

Now I can't stop thinking, speaking, and dreaming penguins.


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Once upon a time, there was this really cute penguin. His name was Eldo, and he was very curious.


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He was also very sociable, and had a lot of friends who were small and cute like he was.


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He also had this wonderful family, and a great fraternity of brothers who were so very kind. However, his brothers were party animals. Party birds, I mean. They loved to jingo @ da disco etc. etc.
However, Eldo occasionally felt left out. Perhaps it was because of the considerable age difference between his brothers and himself, or perhaps, he just wasn't the type.


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But he still loved them, and they would often chill out by playing an assortment of penguin games.

  
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He also enjoyed chilling at the beach.


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His brothers hung around the beach as well, but mostly to lament about girlfriends who dumped them.


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One day, as Eldo was returning from the beach, he saw a huge crowd of penguins. He went up to them to ask them what's up.


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"Don't you know?" his frenemy Bob said, "old Gustov died.


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"People are suspicious that he killed himself. He wasn't a very happy man, you know. His wife left him because he won't pay his taxes, and he hadn't gotten his beak simonized in ages.


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"Your father is burying the man. He's very sad, they used to be great pals."


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Well, Eldo being the awesomely compassionate guy goes up to his father and asks him if he is alright.
"Yes," says his father. "Go home and have your fried fish. Your mother is away consoling Gustov's wife."


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So Edlo reluctantly heads home, though he does flap his wings once or twice in disapproval of being denied the privilege of watching the penguin get buried.


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But as he walks, he sees this really hot chick strutting about.

 
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& he's all shocked and surprised by her beauty.


   
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And well, they uh hang out for a while and soon get married.


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Soon, they have kids.


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Well, a lot of them.


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Then those kids grow up and become teenagers and start wearing baggy pants with their bling bling and stuff. They gangsta penguins.


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Then they grow up and start running for elections and stuff.


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Then they get old and beer-bellied.


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& when they die, everyone parties.


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Okay, sorry, is that too mean? Well, you're invited to the party too, so....



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Yeaaah, harmony!
None of this makes sense. But we're all one big happy family. Yesss we areee. Yes we AREEE.

Okay that's it for now.
Penguins are my new favorite birds. I want a penguin.
I WANT A PENGUIN!!!

I am going to get me a penguin.
Okay good night.

The waiter who dropped the food.

Aah, I have a terrible writer's block since I haven't been writing in so long, so plz bear with me.

Hey there, middle-aged waiter with distressed look, scurrying about nervously. What's that, your badge says 'Monu' but your actual name is Jayadarshan Merkuku? They made you change it because it sounds too grand?                                                                                                                                                                                                   Your hair is graying, and you squint at the tiny letters on the menus you bring for your customers. You seem more than desperate to do the job right, however, it can easily be made out waitering isn't quite your skill. You seem too old to be doing the job part-time to collect enough summer job money to visit your girlfriend in Meerut, and too young to be an arrogant humbug slamming menus on tables to earn enough money for a pack of cigarettes.                                                                                                                                                               Middle-aged Monu, did you ever think you'll be a waiter at a first class restaurant in a third world country, accustoming your aching eardrums with the melody of profanities from your employers? 

Let's face it, Monu. Your meek self isn't fit for the steady restaurant business with its mean-looking employers combing their thick mustaches while lifting cash instead of weights with their left hands. Those employers gleam with pride at their owner buddies and say Yeh toh baayen haath ka khel hain, bhai (This task is so simple that it can be done with your left hand), and sneer at you, as your knees tremble. 

But Monu, is it your fault? You have 3 kids and a baby to feed at home, and your wife is sick and tired of scouring the whole village for food. Your hair is oily and sickening due to the lack of the usage of latest hair products <did you guys hear of Beer Shampoo?>, but yet work you must. You have to pocket that meager salary and go to the chai dukaan (tea shop) to buy bread and butter for your family. 

You are scared, dead scared of losing this job, because who wants unskilled, inexperienced people like you, especially in the allegedly fastest developing country in the world? You are just a tiny plant in the middle of the road- either get run over, or grow into a giant tree. Your tiny village failed to educate you, and your children are compulsorily being sent to government schools where they come home with a bruised lip and scarred brain by their corporal punishment followers, aka teachers.

Monu, uff, what's that? You dropped the food as you scurried towards the waiting customers? And what now, you received your manager's foot in return for your obviously unacceptable and disrespectful behavior? Tsk tsk, you are so bad, Monu.                                                                                                                                                     After all, Monu, don't you know it's bad manners to get your personal life involved in your professional life? Do your employers know, do your employers care if you lose your job? Do your employers care if you are shooed away whenever you seek work elsewhere? Do you think they will sympathize? You are only a burden to the restaurant. Quit before they fire you, live like a vagabond if you have to.

Ohh, Monu, can you please stop crying now? Losing those fluids will only make you thirsty- where will you drink water from? Through the dirty taps at the side of the roads, right next to the carefree peeing man and the mooing cow? You know what? I'll give you an advice. Go stand in the middle of the road. But wait! Not so quick. Don't be stupid now, get your family to stand with you! What are they to do if you get run over? And you know what, that is not enough. Call all your friends, all your relatives, all those around you that you see suffering. Now see, all you poor and ugly people, plant yourself in the middle of the road. What's that, a BMW is racing full speed towards you? Well, don't you bother, trust me on this, stand right there.

Fellow humanity lovers, do you see what happened here? Those beggars got run over, but their corpses remain. And now there is a giant tree with red leaves instead of that sapling that once stood there. Commuters obviously have a lot of trouble now. They will have to drive around the tree, and plans are being carried out to have that giant, shaming tree cut from the middle of the road. After all, that is the venue of the latest, most gorgeous *world class* race course. That tree is a barrier, it is ugly, disturbing, and completely unnecessary. So let's just cut it off, huh?

I live in a third world country, and probably only the residents of my country can understand the deep politics and development errors going on right now. Maybe it is not relatable to everyone. Maybe, I exaggerated a bit. However, you must agree that there is some relevance beneath the shade of that bloody tree I have made. India, I freakin' love you, you are such a beautiful country, but you are forgetting something very important. Being 'developed' does not mean race courses and five star hotels. Of course, that is part of the picture, but part of it is also eradicating the little problems in life that we overlook. Today itself, I witnessed a distressed waiter dropping the food at the restaurant and getting an air of profanities from the manager. Of course, he never got beat up. But ever heard of mutual respect, and some understanding?

And to my first-world readers, this is very much relevant to daily life as well. Most of us are constantly in a race to be the best, to reach the highest goals, the highest paths. That's when we overlook certain little things, get demoralized a little, because, of course, don't we all have our own problems too, to look at other peoples' problems? Towards our struggles to success, we push down a lot of people, and some of them are people we never intended to hurt. Though class difference is a more prevalent problem in India, discrimination is world wide. There is a difference between having a bad day and a bad life. Monu's employers had a bad day, but to Monu, his actions were completely the results of a bad life. Do you think Monu loves his job?

Again, due to class difference, in India, waitering is not considered a good job. It is not the same as your typical summer job, people become disrespected waiters out of desperation. But is this where we want to head? Is this what we want our children, our grand children, and our great grand children to go through as well? A whole legacy of shame and bloody trees?

Aah, I could go on and list a whole bunch of problems with this country, all the skepticism of India as a developing country. I could go on about humanity, and I could vaguely describe the disgust and awe I feel juxtaposed in the newspaper, which I have gotten sick of reading these days, just btw. I see a lot of Indian bloggers around me blogging away about corruption, rape, politics, poverty, and every root of India's problems and the slumping value of the Rupee against the dollar, the shattered hopes of students wanting to study abroad, and the absolutely non-affected rich along with the poor too worried about feeding their empty stomachs to think about the sensex and Aam Aadmi Party.

Aaah, I'm so sleepy. I promise you though, the next blog entry will hopefully be much more cheerful, haha. 

Quick inspiration, woot!

Okay, I'm immensely sorry for this short and scrabby little blog post, I really don't have time these days because I have exams going on.

BUT, This is important.

First of all, I LOVE MY READERS!!!!! Thank you so much for making the 'Talk to me' section a hit. I'm impressed, I mean, I hadn't even boasted about this new privilege where you, my anonymous reader, can actually communicate with me and send me messages, and already I've been getting so many messages (too shy to say 'fan mail' *major blushes*) teehee! In fact, I have included information about it in my new and updated FAQ, so check it out! 

I have literally spent the last few days fangirling. Thank you for giving me the privilege of burning a few calories by jumping too much. And my heart is fluttering. 

And for those who haven't messaged me yet, PLEASE DO!!! Your messages are what keeps me going! Let me know anything you feel like sharing/constructive criticism/random nonsense/topic for next blog entry/ANYTHING. Talk to me is on the LEFT of this very post, just scroll up a little, you'll find it! :D

Another reason for my fluttering heart and the moisture filling up my eyes is THIS. First Indian-American Lesbian Wedding. Go ahead, check out the pictures. I don't know about you, but this is truly beautiful. 

You can find the pictures here. 

I mean, seriously, I have no words. I actually have tears in my eyes, this is the most beautiful thing that I have seen all day. I'm sure you, as an individual, may have your own opinions on such a vastly debated topic such as lesbian marriage, but for me, personally, this evokes such strong feelings that I am literally not being able to shut myself and/or stop making ambiguous statements such as claiming to be speechless and then blabbering like an idiot. 

Let me begin by saying that those pictures are BEAUTIFUL. And so are the women in them. You can see the love they have for each other in their eyes, and that, my reader, is what love is. Defying boundaries constructed by society which confined you to whatever hypocritical jail of the mind you are forced to reside in, and breaking free and winning everyone's heart along. Now, this beautiful couple took a leap and stood up for what they believed it. They love each other, and they didn't give up. Of course they had some amazing support from their family, but definitely, their strength of decision united them. They knew what they want and went for it, full speed! And lookie there, they look so happy!

If you look carefully at the pictures, and take a peek at the background, you will notice so much diversity; it literally just makes my heart dance. People from all over the world, immigrants, Americans, Indians, wherever, unified in that one occasion, some of them were even dressed in Indian clothing, and man do they look stuh-ning!! You see, these are the kinds of things that make me hopeful. Maybe there is something called 'true love' and maybe love actually doesn't have boundaries. Shannon and Seema have lately been a hit all over the Internet and if I'm even a little late, I only have regrets. They are the epitome of TRUE LOVE, GUYS. True freakin true love. 

Seriously, those two have inspired me so much. And I just had to share it.

Just beautiful. 

Okay, I'm done now. I'm going back and studying, sigh.
Much much love, 

Ohemjeeez its ray-ning!

O-mi-goshhhh luk guyzzzz da rainzzz r hurrr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! funzyyy puddalz evry-wear ma feeets r wettyzz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm so soz. But I just felt like posting a blog entry just for the sake of posting a blog entry coz I ain't got no time fo dese stuffs aaj kal :'( 

....why am i talking lyk dis.................

OMG...........................

I can't think of anything else to say, so I'm just going to comment on the weather. It's raininggg! It rains pretty much all the time. That's what I love about India, we have a separate season JUST for the rains. I love the sound of thunder and rain smashing against the earth. Yes, there are a gazillion interesting looking insects around, but the rain sort of makes up for it. Yeah.

PS- My phone's confiscated so I've been going insane due to lack of socializing. im goinsasininaasaneee :'((( plzz hav pitzz. This blogpost has hopefully assured you that I'm alive. Because idk, my laptop mite get confiscated too soon, hu noes :( in case it does, I'll promise to sneak to post a blog entry in some way and please your starved senses. 

Oh, and since I have nothing better to type, you might as well enjoy this little cartoon I had made.

Mch luvzz xoxo ({}) -idk if i made it right