Biased views, but MY views!

I should seriously get an award for the most lame blog-post titles. -_-

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I'm kind of biased in my opinion, about everything and everybody. Let me tell you that for someone like me, it takes a lot of constraint to not pop out a steady 'I hate it', 'That's stupid', 'That's just crazy!' or 'Whaat kindddd of a person is sheee?' every time something stupid happens, which by the way, is almost all the time. So you can guess how constrained I might be feeling. I believed I could pour it all out in a diary or something, but then the speed of my thoughts is way faster than my hands can write, so I find it easier to type. And if I'm typing, it has to be posted. Why should one waste what one's written, right? I mean, unless it is absolute trash or demeaning someone. This could classify under either category, but just because of the fact that it's written by me and the important fact that I don't really care about rebellious jacks who might think of me as stupid or whatever, I think it's necessary for me to take this out. 

First off, I'm not really, like "really" detesting anyone in particular, and mostly these people are victims of this extremely weird kind of an environment we're into and not everyone has the 1) brain or 2) capability to get out of it, like some awesome people can. So that leaves us with so many people who do all sorts of crazy stuff, believing in things they shouldn't and make sensible people seem boring. Anyway, since I'm not targeting anyone but just expressing my thoughts, I don't need any rebuttal or hate mail. Even if you do send one, it's unlikely I'd respond. Unless it is to seek you out and feed you to my hungry dragon. She likes people roasted.

In no particular order:

1. Everyone is NOT a writer. And the strange thing is, everyone seems to think that they ARE. Everyone as in, all those who claim to be. Seriously, if you're one of those who has just read the baseless-emotionless-storyless recent junk in the name of contemporary writing and then in a surge of energy you write one of your own, you are not a writer. We were discussing this in office today after one of us expressed how people sending in their manuscripts or story submissions are all obsessed with the idea of love, while not having the least idea of how to express it. We saw books with stories that absolutely sucked. If not the story then the writing was meaningless. 

It's not important for you to take out a book with your name on it, unless it is a product that will actually contribute something good to society. Stories are regarded well for a reason, they're tenets of various forms of expression, but it needs to be done with care. You cannot write a book in a month, however good a writer you are. You need to spend time analyzing every aspect of it, you should know far more than what you're putting in your book and most of all, you should tell a story that is useful/beautiful/meaningful. And tell it with care and love. Those books I call trash don't show an ounce of anything I mentioned above. In fact, I don't really believe in their stand when they say, 'at least we make more people get into the habit of reading.'

What's the point of reading if you're not reading something of value? Stop promoting trash, people. Seriously. If you want to write adult novels, do that with care, precision and do it artfully. Don't just dump your crass thoughts in a character and go out promoting it because that's what people, or the "youngsters" want to read. Those kind of readers are anyway better off not reading anything rather than reading stuff that makes them even more gross than how they already are. *shudders*

2. What's up with teeny kids having totally silly-college-kid Facebook profiles? Wait. What's up with teeny kids having a Facebook profile in the first place? Returning home in the evening, I'm greeted by this cute little girl, aged 11 who says, 'Didi I sent you a friend request on FB, please accept it.' I seriously found it kind of cute, but then saw her status updates. I'm not blaming the kids, it's just......... something in the way kids are being brought up. Why does an eleven year old need to post about Deepika Padukone being compared to Kareena Kapoor, or about that Aliya Bhatt woman? When I was 11, I guess I was pretty much enthused about picture books, the new brain teaser game dad got, and Shakalaka Boom Boom. Oh, also Flintstones and Tom and Jerry and Popeye. I'm not saying they should do the same. But at least let kids be kids, no? 

3. Those women with high ponytailed hairstyles in the metro. I hate the lot. Especially when it's a crowded train and you're forced to stand behind these girls/ladies/women with high hairstyles and rough hair that fall straight on your face and gets even more annoying because these ladies just-can't-stand-still! Once you shift yourself slightly to the left to avoid the spiky-ness on your face, they'll somehow get the hint and move their silly heads even more. 

4. I don't even want to start on behaviour and attitude of women in the metro. Why do people have to stare? Like, why? And not even out of curiosity. They would stare and make you feel weird. They would stare and pass a smirk. Just-like-that. Man! Is there something in the metro air that makes these normal people sadists? Or do all stupid people travel in metro? Why can't people just keep their annoying noses to themselves and get the concept of personal space? I hardly use my cellphone in the metro unless it is to read something, because people have this hugely irritating habit of peeking into your phone to see what you're doing. They'll read your WhatsApp conversation over your shoulders, enjoy the videos you're watching from your right and left, and having enjoyed themselves, would look up at you and stare for a while, as if analyzing and carefully forming their *important* opinions about you. Umm lady? Who are you? -_-

5. I hate arrogant, proud and haughty people. Most of the times, they're not even as smart as they proclaim themselves to be. And then you feel nauseous knowing that they actually have fans drooling over them. Who reads those books on leadership lessons and behaviour??? If you have a fan following, you need to act responsible! You have the power to influence others, at least use it wisely! Although I do believe in the fact that these people are seldom genuinely liked. Sometimes they don't know this, and sometimes they do know but don't care. Weird!

   

6. Glancing at people in the metro and finding every head bowed, eyes glued to cell phones, headphones stuck in their ears, is hudd annoying. I admit. I too use the metro time to quickly message friends and family, but I most certainly don't waste time playing Candy Crush, or like the fellow passenger today, Farmville. I mean, it's kind of okay if I think about it. If they find it 'recreational', it is up to them, but there's just something wrong in looking at everyone staring at screens. It feels so mechanical and robotic. :/  

7. I don't like the fact that there's business in every damn thing we use. Overload of commercialization! The books in the market, the movies, the every day products, everything is about "what sells". It sucks. What about promoting something just because it is good? So what if it has a niche market? Those limited people would be immensely grateful. Why make everything mass market? :'( My idea of good products is when the seller is convinced of the quality and utility of what he's selling, and he convinces the buyers to try his product and buyers love it. Not how it works most of the time these days: looking at what "sells" and then making the product. You'd think I'm crazy or passed MBA by fraud, but fortunately I have personal opinions too. And I believe more in them. If I would ever write a book, I wouldn't look at what is selling and then conceptualize an idea. I'd look at what "I" want to tell and think of the best, and most personal way to bring it out. And then tell the world why they should read it. 

8. Have you seen shy kids? Their parents are those who seem the most disturbed, because they want their kid(s) to be 'outgoing' and tez. Without realizing that the kid is a human as well, and someone with his/her own characteristics. Asking a kid to be who he/she is not, is child abuse. Stop worrying about stupid "competition" in the world. The biggest thing you can teach your kid is how to find happiness in the littlest of things, and then let him/her go about discovering life themselves. Especially in the Indian culture, it's terrible how sometimes people have to compromise their own aspirations, their choice of partner, their own feelings, just because people in the family would not support them. It's kind of pathetic that people go out shouting slogans and sharing stupid messages on social media, talking about development and other such BS of the country, when they won't bother to accept the evils they're practicing in their own homes in the name of 'culture' and 'tradition'. Total stupidity. 

9. I love simplicity and people who're simple. They're usually the kindest of all, and a pleasure to talk to. They enrich you with the super-simple but meaningful things they say, they won't gossip about useless stuff and their idea of fun is what I call real fun. :)

The post with a lame name...

Names are important, considering how everything isn’t just ‘something’ and ‘this’ and ‘that’. You use these words when you don’t know what they’re called. Every ‘thing’ has a name, and when the ancient humans saw how ‘aye!’ can’t be used to call everyone, they started naming each other as well. I’m bad with names. Like with registering who is called what, which leads to weird situations sometimes, like the one time a familiar face said ‘Hi’ to me in the Metro and I knew she’s someone from my college but with no idea how she knew me. I managed to make a ten minute conversation, overusing ‘you’ and ‘aap’ with my mind whirring in the background trying to recall. Unsuccessfully. Now this is still pardonable because she was someone I might have acquainted with through some ECA society. But what about that one time in first year, just a few months into college, the teacher asked for ‘Sunny’ and I turned to my bestie:

“Who’s Sunny?”

*Weird look* “Err.. you do know he’s our classmate?”

Me: *squiggly eyebrows* “He is? Who?”

Bestie: *points a thin guy out, wondering if she made a blunder making me a close friend*

Me: "Oh. I umm.. forgot his name. Sorry.” *going back to daydreaming*

The fact of the matter was that I never even bothered to learn names, because if I could just see and know they’re my classmates, why bother? It’s anyway a taxing thing for my brain. But you see how it can lead up to awkward situations, in future, when I might be working? Because I’m totally a hypocrite when it comes to names. I absolutely love the feeling when someone calls me by my name, and that someone is someone I didn’t expect would know or remember my name. I suppose everyone does love it, because on a rare occasion or two, I have felt awesome when I did remember someone from the past and called them by name and saw the gleam in their eyes. Y’know, the shiny thingy that’s there for a moment? But anyway, this post is dedicated to my inability surrounding the genius entity called ‘name’.

I’ve sometimes frequently wondered how names were even invented. While I know how some names are so creative, derived from mythological kinda words and from other languages and everything, but how did it start anyway? Someone saw the sun and said ‘sun’? I mean yeah, it might have been called something weird in the ancient civilization days, but still. Look around, how is the shirt a shirt, a book a book, a laptop a laptop, a tripod a tripod, a mug a mug? (Yeah alright! I’m just naming stuff I’m seeing right now :P ) And these are just what you say ‘generic’ names, think about specific ones. How genius do they sound! Please know I’m not referring to ‘language’ over here, just names of things and people and countries and everything that has a name.

Let’s start with people. Without wanting to sound bashful, I have to say I love my own name. I love the fact that it is a word from a language I’m actually not familiar with, that it has a meaning that I feel like living up to, so that it makes just the perfect kind of sense. I love knowing people’s names, though that is a different matter I usually forget them very soon. But it’s cool when you listen to a name and you match it up with the person’s face and character, if you happen to know it, and then you tend to think of them as more meaningful people. Try it sometime! Some names absolutely strike me as unique and I remember them for longer, no matter forgetting whom it belonged to. I think Jhumpa Lahiri’s The Namesake is related to names too, though I guess it’s more about how people were running into problems because of their names. “I think” because I haven’t read the book, just the blurb once upon a time and I’m too lazy to check right now (lazy? Check, too busy with the meanie college that’s making my life so not how I wanted it to be. More of that later).

Anyway, yes there’s a huge probability that I wouldn’t remember your name if you’re in my college but not in my class (leaving aside a couple of exceptions :P), but maybe yes if your name’s weird (sorry. Some just are. Why are people these days naming their kids ‘Rhythm’? That’s just too weird, with a very weird connotation) or unique! That explains the new-ness in kids’ names these days. Tongue-twisty names I tell you. Makes it even harder for people like me to remember.  -_-

The next kind of ‘name’ that makes me squirm is a nickname. I know people who keep awesome nicknames! I may find them even more awesome because I know I can’t think like that myself, but they’re either really funny, or abbreviations of funny words that actually suit the nicknamed person. Such people, I really admire your skills. (Hint hint: Miss Ruya, I like the MDB :P And even though it’s tiny, I’m proud of making you make it into EMDB!) Nicknames are fun, mysterious to those who don’t know, which make them even more fun, and totally cool! If you still don’t know how lame a nickname I can make, consider how I call my Scooty, ‘Scoot’. Yeah. That’s the most creative name I could come up with. The parrot we once had? Parry :P I won’t oblige you guys with more such examples because that would be a threat to the readership for this blog!! The last example is how you call your sibling weird, disgusting names in various kinds of moods? My brother has always been creative when it came to calling me with absurd names. When I had to retort, I just replaced the initial alphabet with ‘S’, the initial for his name. How creative, right? -_-

I’m no good at naming anything. Events, titles for posters, titles of blog posts -_- I feel amazed sometimes with the creative names I’ve come across! Book-titles! I have no idea how I’m going to think of titles for my not-yet-conceptualized-book(s).

Why can’t I name anything? Maybe because I don’t really like ‘memorizing’ stuff? I have an okay vocabulary and even though I drool over words that sound awesome (and people who use awesome words in conversations), I can’t seem to use them myself because of the simple fact that I listen, register, drool and store it safely somewhere, padlocked. It doesn’t bother me a lot, though. And I don’t think it should, anyway. Even though keeping names is important. And while I do have this very solid, open fear that I’m eventually going to name my own kids Ashna-Junior and err.... Ashna-Junior2 (or maybe Harry and Hermione. Or maybe Little Lord Fauntleroy. Or Hedwig! No wait, I can’t name a kid after a white snowy owl. Or is it allowed?), I also am hopeful that I would have someone creative enough to think of a meaningful, nice name and make me see beyond Fauntleroy-type names, and then maybe one day those kids would write some random, weird post talking about how they love their name. Well, what else do you expect? I think they’ll write weirder posts and make me proud :P

See you in the next post!
Uhh.. alligators :P

PS- 

Hectic college, hectic college

When will you end?

I’m striking off days, hoping

What’s awesome is just ‘round the bend

No, I don’t hate you as much as it seems

But don’t be so cruel that it makes me scream

And write lame posts when at all I do

It’s what I love, please don’t spoil it too.

PPS- Whoa! I’m awesome at lameness. :P

The light and the heavy!

For a brilliant change there's been so much to write about! So much that I'm confused as to what should I start to write about! :P

Heavy: You know how there are times when you feel like your heart, your brain and your soul are completely going on and on, stretching dangerously in the opposite directions so that you feel like you might burst? An indifferent word, a callous attitude, a carelessly thrown rude remark, is what it takes for that last straw to pop and God save the world! You're gone! Like, literally. Because you know what? No one wants to know what your problem is. Someone rightly said, 'Smile, and the world smiles with you. Weep, and you weep alone'. I get it, but I also support crying when it's needed. You don't need to pretend everything's alright when you don't feel it is. Heck with what the world thinks, stop pretending and do it, say it, all that you think for real. Even if you get to realize you don't mean as much to everyone as you thought you did. You should be happy that the realization came on sooner rather than later!

Light: My new I'll-go-for-a-walk-every-day-regime? Which by the way, has successfully completed two days. I'm quite sure I'll be able to stick to it for some while. I've decided on evening walks, as getting up before 7.20 (minimum time) is oh-not-so-possible. Trust me, I've tried the 'Early to bed, early to rise' thing, but it's always, 'early-or-later-to-bed-you're-not-getting-up-early-enough' for me! :P What can I do, though? Just not a morning person! Besides, there are so many things you can see during those evening minutes of self-imposed-harrowing-walking, things that equally want to make you smile and tear your hair out! I made a list. While walking. That's for another post!

Heavy: Dreams you harbored in yourself, quite deep inside, so deep that you can't take them out without needing surgery, shattered. It isn't as dramatic as it sounds, but it's heartbreaking nevertheless. When you have to face the hard, dumb reality that how you thought things would turn out, actually don't? There are things you desire so madly that you just don't want to hear those words, those that say it isn't possible, that suggest your weakness, your helplessness and  your vulnerability. Just those words would be able to bring you to tears as you stare at the pieces of your dreams fallen apart and lying around like junk. Maybe even stamped upon by some pitying souls. Please God! Not that dream, it's the most important to me. :|

Light, Light and Light!: I'm the kind of a nakli city girl. The one who lives in the supposedly, fastest city and still not being able to roam around on my own. For one, I'm the biggest lost-case when it comes to directions and places. Just-can't-manage! The only road routes I know are the ones from my home to both my colleges and one to my aunt's place, which we happen to frequent. Ask me no more! Hail metro! :P So the other day, Saturday, I suppose, I made a much-needed trip to my library in C.P., after which I was supposed to meet a few friends. As usual the library trip went alright, except for the minor defect of a couple of seconds that I managed to embarrass myself when the security guard refused to let me take my pepper spray inside (hard times call for hard measures. Or something like that) and I stood there looking confused, my face an expression that said 'If you don't allow, I'll use it on you!'. Maybe. After which the guard just utters a 'please?' and I nod and move forward!

So, yeah. As if normal straight roads didn't confuse me anyway, I was asked to come and meet my friends at a KFC restaurant (yay chicken!). Looking more confident than I felt (alone time is tough), I walked up to a couple of autowallas and described my misery (read: asked them to take me to KFC!), one of whom refused, the other one looked at me like I was crazy, the third one saying, 'Paas me hi hai, paidal chale jaao'. Now if that's not embarrassing enough. :| Okay, lazy guy! I'll walk. If only I knew where! I called up a friend and explained my then-current location and while on the phone, walked halfway through, after which I had to hang up. Definitely felt like I was in some alien city, shooting daggers at anyone who dared look (paranoia!) and walking as fast as my legs could manage (definite need for solid exercise!). I was told it's easy and near, and the phone wouldn't be needed. Of course it was! Standing outside a huge KFC (*stomach rumbles*), I call again and thank god I did, because they weren't really at KFC, but in Dominos, which wasn't even visible in my range of vision!

Anyhow, after a few more minutes, they came out and took me. :P I know, I can be pathetic at times, but that's just one of my very few weaknesses, I swear! Meeting at Dominos, no one wanted to order anything, so hiding faces (that was me), we left for the next door Dunkin' Donuts, where we talked about what we wanted to, while tasting a weird looking something-that-was-not-a-donut! Later on a friend P, wished for some hot coffee, so we went into a CCD. Some good looking, posh-looking CCD it was. We were four by that time and when the waiter arrived to take the order, P announced she'll have an espresso and we shook our heads when he looked at us. That's it, we said. He gave a funny look, which I found quite insulting (but you have to ignore certain things in life, so we let it pass). When finally the waiter came and we were waiting quite restlessly (that was me! Not because I wanted coffee, sillies, but because it was getting late!), what he brought down on the table seemed to be a starter or something.

This was it. And that's my hand measuring the cup!

We sat there, staring at it. Waiting for something, it seemed. Quite a while passed before any of us realized that that's going to be it. That's all. The waiter's gone, a couple more glancing at our table with funny looks on their faces. I narrowed my eyes at them and then brought them back to the table again. My eyes, I mean. What we had in front seemed nothing less than a brilliant, not-so-perfectly-timed joke. The espresso was contained in a three inch cup, filled slightly less than half with a deep dark liquid, accompanied by three different kinds of sugar packets. I might be dumb when it comes to having coffee at coffee shops, because the only coffee out-of-home I've ever liked has been at the Cafe at one of my libraries. But even then, this was not what we expected for 70 bucks! After several minutes of analyzing it and let's admit, laughing out loud, especially at P's expression that shrieked "I've been betrayed!" I realized it was fun. We had a good laugh over it and it did reinforce my initial qualms about CCD being hopeless. Oh by the way, just one tiny sip was all it took to know we're not going to touch it again.

More Light!!!: Then there was yesterday, when I was reading a surprisingly good book, that I had this strange, unnerving feeling, the kind of intuitive feeling you get sometimes, so strong that you feel like doing all sorts of things on impulse. Which in my case, was book-shopping! I hadn't been to a bookstore in ages and my friend in office (yeah, we were in on our internship!) suggested Landmark, a whole one floor bookstore, after listening to which I couldn't stop drooling. I decided to stop being a nerd-intern and leave office early for a change. Will you believe it? The impulse was so strong that my convo with my mentor went like this:

Mentor: So, all this is fine. Just complete it soon and show the final thing to me today itself.   

Me: *Looking distressed* Umm.... Actually...

Mentor: What? Can't happen today? I guess you have plenty of time.

Me: No, it's not that. Can I please mail it to you by evening? I actually have to go somewhere today. Soon.

Mentor: Oh, alright. Mail it to me then.

Me: *Dancing inside* Thank you. :)

In short, I checked my bag to see if I did indeed have my card, you know, to be able to make purchases, when I realized I don't even have my purse, let alone the card! I was cash-strapped! My friend kindly suggested I take some from her and return the next day, and that my impulse-feelings had somehow got transferred and she's not going to take no for an answer, and so we went. The bookstore was definitely awesome! So many different categories of books, filled with amazing titles! I smiled at some, went absolutely berserk at some, drooled over some, and then started looking for the book(s) I wanted. Now, the first one I wanted was The Other Side of the Table by Madhumita Mukherjee. I know, Indian, but I was finding it so good that I wanted my own copy, rather than the borrowed one, because it's the kind of book that you'd like reading again and again. Found it soon enough under 'New arrivals', hence no discount. But that's alright. An awesome book is an awesome book. 

I did not find a copy of The Fault in Our Stars by John Green. Again. So then I picked up two Cecelia Aherns, and I admit, totally because of the awesomeness of their covers! I mean, have you even seen the cover for One Hundred Names? I totally picked it up because of the cover! It seemed like a 'must-have'. And then as there was this offer, buy 3 for 2, and my first book wasn't in that category and my friend picked up Safe Haven by Nicholas Sparks from that scheme too, I had to pick one more, which would be free. So I went with The Gift by Cecelia Ahern. Super happy with the loot, we went to make the payment when the cash counter girl swiped the card too hard and it stopped working! :O Just like that! We tried a few times, even in the ATM, but it didn't work. Heart-broken and even more cash-less than we thought we were, we said goodbye to our books and went home empty handed. We haven't lost hope yet, we'll be going there again this week, but still. Also I had to go home by metro, which is when I realized that my bag was closed by one of those stupid plastic locks they put before you enter a department store, so that without a pair of scissors you can't open it. And so I spent 40 minutes daydreaming. No book, no headphones. :P I tell you, there is actually some fault in my stars. :| 

- This was totally random. Why can't I even write something I had planned? -

Also, I still haven't started making the thing I promised to mail my mentor yesterday. Lazy or what?

Banging up and its benefits!

*Enthusiastic wave with both hands*

Hello readers! I'm finally back to my real, awesome self, back to being the girl who loves writing, specially here on this beloved blog, especially about my weird self and all the weirdness in the world. As of this moment, my face is in a unique contour, thanks to the overwhelming smile that's stuck there, making me look like a demented cousin of a baby seal. Trust me, you don't want to see what that looks like. Whoever says smiling always makes you look pretty has never seen me when I do it. Okay, maybe what I'm doing is an over-exaggerated version of what could be a smile, with all possible freaky add-ons, so that might not be wrong.

Yep. I'm back!

I do have those problems and minor irritations, but then, it's been quite a long time that I've been affected. I tried getting back by myself, but it wasn't working out. I wasn't even reading, imagine. But then! You know those times when you're so tired of trying, God finally takes mercy on you and bam! He's done something that benefits you in a way. Most of you might just think I'm nothing short of delusional to think what happened with me was good, but hey-ho, it is. ;) Yup, so on Thursday last week, for the first time in this college, we went through a think-like-a-kid bout and started playing a game we used to play as kids (I won't mention which one. It's actually very embarrassing to tell). In short, into the first game itself, my klutziness surfaced with full enthusiasm and while running I smashed into a big, cemented flower pot. Right next to the railing. On the third floor. And then people who saw me that time described it later as similar to a stunt as Superman might have performed, if that included getting your left leg hit the side of the pot and go flying over to the other side, rolling and sitting up, clutching your leg. That's what happened. Believe me, I'd love to go deeper into the details, but that's not the aim of this post. 

So I've been staying home since the past three days, thanks to my broken leg, because of which I can't walk straight (in the mornings? I can't even walk). I am supposing that this was God's way of shaking me, in a very literal sense! Because now that I think about it, this break was needed, the days I didn't go to college, stuff happened that I couldn't have handled had I been present and I got to know what amazing presence of mind and love my friends have for me! ^_^

Coming to the point (finally! :P ), I think whatever happens, we should look at the benefits. And trust me, getting banged up has its own share of advantages. Care to know? Read on!

1. You get to see the humane side of people, the side that's usually overshadowed by other unimportant stuff in our everyday lives. I got to know that whatever problems or tiffs people might have, they do feel concerned if someone's hurt. That's good to know! I was beginning to feel it's all about materialism, but humanity persists. Even if it's deep inside and hidden, it will surface sometime. You also know how amazing your friends are! (I've said that already, haven't I?). 

2. You get to be the pampered kid whose every whim and fancy would be adhered to. Not that I have any whims or fancies. I'm quite a sincere, obedient (ahem), oh-don't-do-so-much-for-me kind of a person and I do not like people looking at me with pity. But still, it sometimes feels good to be the center of attention, specially when it's your family and friends who're going out of their way (really) to make you feel better (even though you've told them a million times you're okay). 

3. You suddenly become popular among your rishtedaars who specially call to check on you and see how you're doing. So much so that by the time you realize who's on the line, you're already about the end the convo and hand over the phone to your parents. Did I mention I have phonophobia? The fear of having to talk over the phone. With anyone. I. Just. Can't. Thank God I can write at least, or else I'd have been a social outcast by now, what with not talking to anyone at all! Still, I can say 'Hello' and 'Thank you for your concern' and 'Mom wants to talk to you' (even when she's violently shaking her head, mouthing a big "Noo"). And it's always nice to revise who all you have as relatives and where they live. Just in case.

4. Teachers aren't too hard on you for homework and classes and all. Maybe they'll overburden me later when I'm okay, but what's wrong with enjoying this small privilege till the time it's available? Also, it must feel nice to having everyone (okay, most of them) take special care when they're around you, just in case you get hurt. Even if it's one percent, you have to admit, you do get special treatment. ;)

5. Since you can't do many physical activities, you get to sit comfortably all day in those warm, fuzzy blankets wearing the track suit which ironically, you wear on your morning/evening walks, with your laptop and the internet! As your plans of going to the World Book Fair were doomed (and believe me, to a book lover, it's devastating, specially as it looks so amazing this time and you know many more amazing books you wanted to look at), you're allowed to make online purchases for a few books! (Yayy!) 

6. Even though you're missing out on a lot of work in college, you don't feel like worrying over it and hence you take to doing fun stuff you had been missing. I'm back to reading and jotting down random stuff in my random-stuff-notebook (where else?), thinking of all the things I wish to have, all the places I want to go, all the fun stuff I want to do! 

7. Your Mom wouldn't ask you to do the usual chores. Anyone with a familiarity with the way our home functions would get the idea that I'm such a hypocrite and a liar. Because okay, I'm anyway not asked to do many chores because of the clumsiness thing and all-told you being a klutz is good-but still. Not having even to peep inside the kitchen, or being asked to pick up the landline, or to go over and switch on/off lights and stuff? Feels great! ;)

There are other benefits too, the little things like asking for chocolate and getting it in an instant (whoa!), getting an extra number of hugs (which I louvee) in a day, having little kids come to you for help in their homework (tuition!) and gingerly staying away from the hurt leg so as not to hurt you further. They're just so cute! ^_^ You are on your own most of the time (other people do have work, remember?) and that gives you ample time to daydream, listen to music, think about life and having philosophical thoughts (which I've been doing quite a lot lately. And it's fun). Oh yes, since I spent a lot of time online, I got to know another blogger Ruya Preetika, better. She is one amazing person, just 17 and managed to make my thought process on a very confused topic, clearer than it earlier was. Do hop on to her blog! I'm sure you'd love the chirpiness and candidness with which she blogs! She's also very kindly awarded this blog with a Liebster Award, the post for which I'd be making soon! :) 

See ya! ^_^

Now I think I'll go back to actually doing some homework (we have a hectic week next week :|) and as much as I loathe doing homework, I need to do it. And oh yes, that dreaded election is over and I'm now the new (and umm.. first) 'Literary Head' in the Student Council. *Takes a Bow* Thank you, Thank you. As much as I'd initially thought I'd just be adding on to my already unbalanced workload, I've still done it. Really, I can't even convince myself to not do anything I didn't want to do. But still, maybe it won't be that bad. Maybe I can actually have fun. For a change. *Hoping for the best!*

PS- That's Rapunzel in the two pictures. I love her. Ever since I know her as a kid! More so because my mom lovingly calls me Rapunzel too! (I've got long hair! :D )

Random thoughts: Silly mistakes!

I guess I don’t need to write it out. You know it’s a random post because I have too much of work to do. What, you didn’t? I guess you’re new here. Welcome! I’m a girl who has serious priority issues and who writes random stuff when she’s got too much to do. (Yes, I write first and then start with work, even if it misses the deadline. I just can’t stop myself from writing!) And just as an added thing, I think I have two or three (or, according to my wishful thinking, more than that) new people/bloggers who’ve dropped by this blog and read it too. I officially welcome you, unless of course you ran away after reading such stuff. *Sigh* It’s just your loss, you know. :P

Anyway, the case in point for this random post is ‘silly stuff’, which also happens to be my favourite topic right after clumsiness! For one, I’ve heard this word so much in my life I think I wouldn’t even have any vocabulary had I not been a reader too. According to dictionary.com, ‘silly’ is defined as 'weak-minded or lacking good sense; stupid or foolish, absurd; ridiculous; irrational'.

Ugh. I just prefer to call it the result of weird-things-you-do-or-say-which-makes-you-look-like-a-nutcase-in-front-of-rational-normal-people. This sounds better, right? I’m sure we’ve all been through things that are silly, or done silly stuff before. Or you might even be a borderline case like me, who can actually be defined by this word. (Not really, I just exaggerate a bit here. I’m actually quite awesome!) Whichever category you fall into, just think about things that you like to call silly. I’ll mention some stuff here too, but I’d like it if you stop reading, use your brains a bit (ahem) and think of some stuff and see if it relates to what all I’ve mentioned.

1. The stuff relating to exams

See, I’ve always been a bright kid in school (just because I didn’t have a life!), getting nice grades and all. It used to be a huge thing for me back then, good marks, that is. (Now? I just don’t care that much. We’d be a lot better if we stop judging ourselves based on stupid numbers) However, one tiny thing somehow always cropped up whenever I discussed the paper after the exam with anyone (read parents) and when we got the corrected answer sheets!

‘Silly mistakes’.

You didn’t put a negative sign, silly mistake.

You circled the wrong option in a hurry, silly mistake.

You did a simple calculation wrong, silly mistake.

I’m sure kids wouldn’t even know this word had it not been for teachers and parents complaining how their kid makes so many ‘silly’ mistakes. I even remember a teacher once saying, ‘there’s nothing like a silly mistake’. The rest of it would have been interesting had I remembered more. I just remember this much. Silly me.

Keep calm, y'know?

2. The stuff relating to clumsiness

Okay, I’m not obsessed with being tagged as a klutz, alright? I just believe that clumsiness goes hand in hand with being silly, maybe even as a best friend. Think, a clumsy person does anything funny, it’s almost always silly. When do clumsy people ever do anything that’s not silly? Dropping stuff is silly, landing on all fours randomly is silly, bumping into people is silly. What isn’t? It’s such a silly world, I tell you!

3. The stuff people do!

I find a lot of people silly. It’s a personal opinion and not really directed towards anyone in particular. Usually I just notice strangers properly, those people whom I know? I don’t even remember what they wore the day before! Anyway, about silly guys. They wear socks with floaters, too short tops with tights, they talk while they eat, they eat like gross while they eat, they overtake you while walking, hitting you in the process and look at you as if it’s your fault! Then, entering a Metro train talking on the phone and just standing so near the door that it might even hit them while shutting, that too when the rest of the coach is hardly full. Sometimes, people have headphones in their ears and they think they look cool while they don’t realize that their headphones haven’t been put in properly and we can also listen to that silly ‘uuunnnn....junuuoon’! Totally, ewww! Don’t freak out, but I even saw someone picking their nose in the Metro! (Gross, totally. *puke!*)

4. The stuff I do! :P

I don’t know what all can be categorized as ‘silly’, but I’ll post them anyway.

- Getting so sleepy in class sometimes (just sometimes), that I have a hard time keeping everything in focus. Like, really. All I ever see are blurring visions and it takes so much of efforts to just keep from dropping off. The worse thing? I usually sit in the front. Hey, it even happened today! Though the teacher was very good and the class very interesting, it was too long and there were these 15 minutes in between when I felt this way. I’m even putting a picture of how I wrote what she was saying! I actually wrote in a state of stupor and just see! I can’t even recognize the word! :P (Also, my handwriting usually isn’t this pathetic. In the first line, I don’t know what I’ve written. In the second line, the crossed out word was supposed to be ‘rigidity’. Imagine!)

Unbelievable, right? :O

- Again, get back to the classroom. Now, teachers should know that an average attention span is 30 minutes and humans need a tiny break, otherwise they lose concentration. But they don’t know this, I guess. As I happen to be a human too (don’t be surprised. I’ve had check-ups done and it’s for real), I tend to lose attention and weird things start forming in my brain. So while I’m constantly nodding or staring at the teacher, a scary scene forms in my head where the teacher stops speaking, looks at me, opens her mouth wide, wider and even more wider, the beginning of a huge outburst that happens a second later. She’s suddenly shouting, that too in a very weird way, not even in a voice like her own, yelling at me for not paying attention, while the class dissolves around us. And then I snap out of it and see the class going on as if nothing happened. Thank you fantasy books and over-active imagination. But hey, it works as a break and I concentrate better then. ;)

- Smiling at a random memory, at any place, any time. Has happened in classrooms, in the Metro, while just walking, sometimes realizing I’ve been looking at someone while smiling at the memories and literally running in case they get any weird ideas.

- It’s not just smiling. Sometimes, making up situations in your head (as in, when you anticipate something happening when it hasn’t happened yet) and actually thinking what you’d be saying and later realize that you’ve been whispering it out loud and it gets really weird if you happen to be in the Metro that time. It happened today too (God, I do so many silly things in just one day!) while I was passing time in the computer lab and no one was around. When the door opened it made a sound and I looked up to see a random teacher enter and throw a glance at me. She obviously would’ve thought I’m some nutcase, talking to myself. And the weirder thing is, if it’s something funny, I’d even laugh. Oops!

- Then there’s the usual forgetting names, faces (really), the timetable, homework, leaving friends behind in college, forgetting they’re there. (Seriously! I can be such a lost case at times!) Then, entering a bookshop and looking at the prices of books I may have got for free, or checking discounts or looking up quotes for bookmarks I make. Another thing, giving the smallest and bottom-most shelf of your entire study table to your college books and filling the rest of it with novels and other books! Well, that’s not silly. That’s just awesome! :D

Okay, I don’t remember more. Even if I do, I’m not writing, I actually have ‘homework’ to do. This was one silly post with so many silly things. The world’s just silly. Heck, even the word ‘silly’ sounds so silly! :P

So, tell me, what do you think is ‘silly’? Are you? ;)