Okay, very sad state of affairs. Sitting here in my night clothes since 3.30 pm. Been eating a lot of nonsense (cheese parathas, ribbon murukku and Cadbury Dairy Milk eclairs). Now listening to "Tauba tera jalwa/tauba tera pyaar/tera emosanal atyachaar" (brass band version at that!)O.S.T: 'Dev D'-the Anurag Kashyap's to be released take on 'Devdas'.
How cool. How..in control.
Left office early on account of me feeling so feverish that the greatest copy I could come up with was "Reach for the stars." Eyes burning and head spinning, I knew it was a matter of time before I laid myself down in the middle of the corridor, muttering incoherently.
Of course, it had to be raining when I stepped out. On top of that, some idiot parked his(or her) car too close to my right side. So I had to squish in from the left door, over the gearshift and accidentally kicked the AC vent. Came home to pitch darkness (no current) and whined for food while re reading the TENTH and FINAL Princess Diaries (Michael Moscovitz is my boyyyy!!) And I ate TWO huge cheese parathas even though I swore I would never touch the stuff after I put on 8 kilos in 12th standard thanks to the addiction.
What's the point of regret?? Seriously. I'm not going to say anything. And I am NOT going to cry when my jeans band is so tight it rolls down.
Not. Gonna. Cry.
I've been feeling awfully quiet since I went on overdrive and posted a million posts during the New Year period. But I've made some decisions. I've got myself a nice new notebook and I'm going to write in my journal REGULARLY. I was looking at my old diaries during the weekend and saw the one of 13 and a half year old me. I was more...er, frank and did a lot more venting. The new me happened to babble reams of morose abstract poetry and prose, without meaning anything and with it NOT HELPING AT ALL.
So I'm going to vent more. It's not always good to tell people things. Especially when you don't have the right people to tell.
Like the times when all you hear is an echo of your own deafening thoughts, so claustrophobic you can't breathe. You reach for the phone and you can't say a word. You open your mouth and you shut it. You're in this big white space inside your head and it's hollow, hollow, hollow. You're drowning of loneliness in a sea of people.
Now you see why my new diary wasn't helping at all. It would only make me MORE depressed. From now on, only happy happy thoughts. And if I can't think any about myself, my life or my lack of it, I'll think about 'Dev D'.
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Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Lock your libraries- the bookworm attacks!
Perdonez-moi for the delay, but I guess I’ve taken the meaning of vacation way too literally.
While my peers have been living it up by going on road trips, partying and being, well, what is expected of the youth, I have been nestled in my little island, surrounded by high walls of books. Eccentric? Recluse? Pseudo-intellectual? Or just plain boring? I’m too self-content to care.
Still haven’t read ‘Wuthering Heights’ (got bored after the first sentence), ‘Of Human Bondage’ or ‘A Tale of Two Cities’ (All the classics are lined up in the drawing room showcase alongwith the encyclopaedia and my few trophies. I’ve read the encycloapedia more than any of these.) So, I’m not as bookwormy as you might think. I like a good dose of emotion, dialogue, some drama and some culture. Sardonic humour is major plus. I don’t like mysteries, wars, thrillers, science, too much of romance, teen plots, too much of setting description and jargon. I have surprised myself by reading (and liking) Henry Cecil’s legal comedies, the first book of Artemis Fowl fantasy and ‘The Godfather’ by Mario Puzo. My taste in books and movies is varied and erratic.
This time however, what I did read were (in repeated fervent borrowing trips to the library):
‘A Hundred (or thousand) Shades of White’ by Preetha Nair (I think)
‘World’s Richest Losers’ (from Gloria Vanderbilt to Marilyn Monroe to Howard Hughes)
‘Desirable Daughters’ by Bharathi Mukherjee
‘Chicken Soup for the dieter’s soul’ (an, ahem, attempt at motivation)
‘Rainy nights in Madras’ by Samina Ali
‘Size 14 is not fat either’ by Meg Cabot (Give me the first three Princess Diaries and the first ‘All American Girl’ any day over Meg Cabot’s other works. Actually, the Diaries are ok even till the sixth)
‘The Year I Turned Sixteen’ (with a testimonial from MTV VJ Anusha on the cover about how it made her want to be sixteen again However, I must mention that the author has given us snapshots of Noida-Delhi and it reminds me of the holidays spent with my cousins in dreamy little Noida before it became associated with murder.) by some author whose name I forget (Apologies)
… And some other books that I’ve forgotten completely
Apart from the chicken soup, nothing else really left a warm feeling in my stomach.
RIGHT NOW, however, I’m reading ‘The Little Prince’ by Antoine de Saint-Exupery, a delicious little book (yes it’s little! And it’s got drawings! Why has this book been avoiding me all these years?!) I swear, it was neatly wedged between huge volumes of Charles Dickens and crew and it just winked out to me. I was captivated from the first page. Will review it once I’m done. I’m drawing it out slowly.
Also reading: ‘A Marriage Made in Heaven or Too Tired for an Affair’ by Erma Bombeck (I love her. She’s too funny), a short stories collection, ‘On a Shoestring to Coorg’ by Dervla Murphy (so far really interesting and well-written), ‘Chasing Rainbows in Chennai’ (not so much about Chennai as I discovered, disappointed) by Colin Todhunter.
Not just books, this semester break has been one of film appreciation. Do I have to be completely honest and mention that this fine art began with the viewing of ‘Golmaal Returns’? Well, honestly speaking, it did and I kinda enjoyed it. It’s brainless and noisy!
Mum and I had a full movie outing (thrilled me to bits) by watching ‘Fashion’ and ‘Quantum of Solace’ consecutively. ‘Fashion’ was excellent but what blew my mind was Kangana Ranaut’s performance. Seriously, that girl is an underrated actress. I thought she was pretty good in that movie, whatsitsname ‘Woh Lamhe’ but in this she simply stuns. I felt so much power in her portrayal as the arrogant, cokehead supermodel-the way she blazed into the screen, the way she portrayed her reckless self-destruction. She needs to work on her voice but her body language speaks volumes.
The big Bond movie was not as much of an impact as ‘Casino Royale’ was. Daniel Craig, of course was brilliant with his steely gaze, undoubtedly the toughest Bond ever. But the movie was far too much of action and far too less of style. Bond girl Olga is cute though.
On dvd, I watched ‘Phoonk’ (don’t even ask) ‘U2: Rattle and Hum’(Goosebumps for this one. Especially the band performance of ‘Bad’, probably in my top 5 favourite songs of all time) and ‘Roman Holiday’ ( Awwwwwwww. Audrey Hepburn’s so cute!)
And tomorrow, I’ve got plans to see ‘Dostana’. That concludes my checklist of movies I wanted to see (No, ‘Golmaal…’ was not on it. That was Numbi Jim’s insistence. She considers it a religious rite to pay homage to Kareena Kapoor). But I don’t I’ll run out of such lists.
Bring it on!
P.S: Since writing this, I've watched 'Dostana' (funneeee but the second half is a bit too typical rom-com resolution. Can't blame them though!) and finished reading 'The Little Prince' (beautiful)
"But the eyes are blind. One must look with the heart...."
While my peers have been living it up by going on road trips, partying and being, well, what is expected of the youth, I have been nestled in my little island, surrounded by high walls of books. Eccentric? Recluse? Pseudo-intellectual? Or just plain boring? I’m too self-content to care.
Still haven’t read ‘Wuthering Heights’ (got bored after the first sentence), ‘Of Human Bondage’ or ‘A Tale of Two Cities’ (All the classics are lined up in the drawing room showcase alongwith the encyclopaedia and my few trophies. I’ve read the encycloapedia more than any of these.) So, I’m not as bookwormy as you might think. I like a good dose of emotion, dialogue, some drama and some culture. Sardonic humour is major plus. I don’t like mysteries, wars, thrillers, science, too much of romance, teen plots, too much of setting description and jargon. I have surprised myself by reading (and liking) Henry Cecil’s legal comedies, the first book of Artemis Fowl fantasy and ‘The Godfather’ by Mario Puzo. My taste in books and movies is varied and erratic.
This time however, what I did read were (in repeated fervent borrowing trips to the library):
‘A Hundred (or thousand) Shades of White’ by Preetha Nair (I think)
‘World’s Richest Losers’ (from Gloria Vanderbilt to Marilyn Monroe to Howard Hughes)
‘Desirable Daughters’ by Bharathi Mukherjee
‘Chicken Soup for the dieter’s soul’ (an, ahem, attempt at motivation)
‘Rainy nights in Madras’ by Samina Ali
‘Size 14 is not fat either’ by Meg Cabot (Give me the first three Princess Diaries and the first ‘All American Girl’ any day over Meg Cabot’s other works. Actually, the Diaries are ok even till the sixth)
‘The Year I Turned Sixteen’ (with a testimonial from MTV VJ Anusha on the cover about how it made her want to be sixteen again However, I must mention that the author has given us snapshots of Noida-Delhi and it reminds me of the holidays spent with my cousins in dreamy little Noida before it became associated with murder.) by some author whose name I forget (Apologies)
… And some other books that I’ve forgotten completely
Apart from the chicken soup, nothing else really left a warm feeling in my stomach.
RIGHT NOW, however, I’m reading ‘The Little Prince’ by Antoine de Saint-Exupery, a delicious little book (yes it’s little! And it’s got drawings! Why has this book been avoiding me all these years?!) I swear, it was neatly wedged between huge volumes of Charles Dickens and crew and it just winked out to me. I was captivated from the first page. Will review it once I’m done. I’m drawing it out slowly.
Also reading: ‘A Marriage Made in Heaven or Too Tired for an Affair’ by Erma Bombeck (I love her. She’s too funny), a short stories collection, ‘On a Shoestring to Coorg’ by Dervla Murphy (so far really interesting and well-written), ‘Chasing Rainbows in Chennai’ (not so much about Chennai as I discovered, disappointed) by Colin Todhunter.
Not just books, this semester break has been one of film appreciation. Do I have to be completely honest and mention that this fine art began with the viewing of ‘Golmaal Returns’? Well, honestly speaking, it did and I kinda enjoyed it. It’s brainless and noisy!
Mum and I had a full movie outing (thrilled me to bits) by watching ‘Fashion’ and ‘Quantum of Solace’ consecutively. ‘Fashion’ was excellent but what blew my mind was Kangana Ranaut’s performance. Seriously, that girl is an underrated actress. I thought she was pretty good in that movie, whatsitsname ‘Woh Lamhe’ but in this she simply stuns. I felt so much power in her portrayal as the arrogant, cokehead supermodel-the way she blazed into the screen, the way she portrayed her reckless self-destruction. She needs to work on her voice but her body language speaks volumes.
The big Bond movie was not as much of an impact as ‘Casino Royale’ was. Daniel Craig, of course was brilliant with his steely gaze, undoubtedly the toughest Bond ever. But the movie was far too much of action and far too less of style. Bond girl Olga is cute though.
On dvd, I watched ‘Phoonk’ (don’t even ask) ‘U2: Rattle and Hum’(Goosebumps for this one. Especially the band performance of ‘Bad’, probably in my top 5 favourite songs of all time) and ‘Roman Holiday’ ( Awwwwwwww. Audrey Hepburn’s so cute!)
And tomorrow, I’ve got plans to see ‘Dostana’. That concludes my checklist of movies I wanted to see (No, ‘Golmaal…’ was not on it. That was Numbi Jim’s insistence. She considers it a religious rite to pay homage to Kareena Kapoor). But I don’t I’ll run out of such lists.
Bring it on!
P.S: Since writing this, I've watched 'Dostana' (funneeee but the second half is a bit too typical rom-com resolution. Can't blame them though!) and finished reading 'The Little Prince' (beautiful)
"But the eyes are blind. One must look with the heart...."
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Carpe Diem!
Dum loquimur, fugerit invida
Aetas: carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero
- Horace
which translates as:
While we're talking, envious time is fleeing: seize the day, put no trust in the future.
Cool, no?
So what am I doing here, talking? I shall seize the day, or atleast the night by:
-attacking that last packet of 'Time Out' popcorn (masala) while devouring an OVER read, extremely old issue of Reader's Digest
- lecturing one of my best friends through sms on what could possibly an extremely adverse move while attempting to hit on a girl (FIY: Attitude doesn't work. Girls like nice guys. Okay, okay, toss that halo. What I mean is, between Shahid Kapoor and Colin Farrell, I'd pick Shahid. Though a cross would be nice. Okay, SHUT UP!)
-listening to 'Tu cheez badi hai mast mast' (change song! change song!)...er.. 'All the love in the world' by Nine Inch Nails. Fine, the verdict is 'All star' by Smashmouth. Happy songs rule.
-Drinking gallons of medium cold water (my biggest vice)
-abandoning the struggle to continue typing for a presentation due anytime soon! Ahhh! Bed beckons!
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