This Day's Blurb.

The Mundanity of Transgression.

"Through all he said, even through his appalling sentimentality, I was reminded of something—an elusive rhythm, a fragment of lost words, that I had heard somewhere a long time ago. For a moment a phrase tried to take shape in my mouth and my lips parted like a dumb man's, as though there was more struggling upon them than a wisp of startled air. But they made no sound, and what I had almost remembered was uncommunicable forever."

-F. Scott Fitzgerald

(The Great Gatsby)

Flatliners and more.

Read Norwegian Wood, The Great Gatsby and The Book of Illusions. Read halfway through Don Quixote, Sophie's World and To The Lighthouse. Saw Before Sunrise, and hated it. Saw Salt and hated it more.

College is driving me crazy. I'm being bulldozed into the impending debacle of a job-hunt. Prematurely, at that. I'm pissed off because it's TOO DARN EARLY for this shit. I feel like digging my claws in the dirt, vehemently refusing to budge. That's one shining piece of wisdom I got from my dog. Aside from - "If you stare at someone long enough, eventually you'll get what you want." Salivating may, or may not help your case. Though, it does make you look creepy. 

When you're unsettled and disturbed, it often takes a sudden burst of chaos to knock you right in place. When you're stumbling along, often it's a violent spell of turbulence that makes you regain your footing. When you're looking for peace of mind, a menagerie might actually work better. Though often, family suffices.  

"When the hopelessness is hurting you, it's the fixtures and fittings that finish you off.", said the woman who, very strangely, I am awed by.

Ladies and Gentlemen!

I PRESENT TO YOU, THE PEOPLE I CALL MY FRIENDS :

Go ahead, folks. Show the pretty guys some LURRRV! --> Here
Yes. Even the one who looks constipated. He will assure you, he is not.
Also, he's very available. 

And I WILL accept cash, card or cheque to advertise.

Two Sharp Edges.

Ahh... Hope!

So easy to lose,
just that hard to abdicate.

This Day's Blurb.

Ghetto-Kink.

Velvet-lined red plastic handcuffs. Spotted, at your friendly neighborhood Archies Gallery.

I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky.
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings-
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away- forbidden things!
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.

                                               -Edgar Allan Poe

A Point Made?

The Funniest.
Randall Munroe, is still my hero.

Crash Course in Brain Surgery.

Ahh well, it's been Metallica all day.

Tagged by Nothing but "Ficus", Priyanka and Tangled up in Blue.

“This award is bestowed upon a fellow blogger whose blog’s content or design is, in the giver’s opinion, brilliant.”

To say the least, I'm flattered. More so, because each one of the fine individuals who bestowed the tag upon me, are people who I have admired and envied intensely for their remarkable talent for penmanship.  I continue to do so.  Thank you.

Some rules of the Game:
a) Show off your honesty by thanking the person who gave you the award and link to their post.
b) List 10 honest things about yourself.
c) Select 7 other bloggers you think deserve this award and pass it on to them.
d) Notify said bloggers about the award and invite them to be the honest ones next.

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1. I talk to myself. All the time. Complete with flourishes and gestures and drum-rolls and trumpets. It's just how I function (and successfully manage to creep people out, in the process). Talk about added perks.

2. I have exactly two unreasonable phobias - cockroaches, and beauty salons. Episodes from my life concerning both make for excellent spine-chillers. I have a theory stating that when disturbed, any cockroach in a 10 meter radius will automatically fly/leap towards my head, defying all laws of gravity, physics, and common sense. It has been proved to many a person-of-doubt, more times than I would like.   

3. When encountered with double entendre (intentional or not), my brain ALWAYS processes the second meaning first, and stops right there. It is with great difficulty that I coax it into proceeding further, to a more appropriate conclusion.

Corollary: I create the most elegant euphemisms out of thin air.

4. I suck at bowling. My scorecard, without fail, only reads of either perfect strikes or gutters. Same goes for a lot of sports, and most of life.

5. Most of my life as a card-carrying, living, breathing entity, have been a bunch of Chandler-moments strung together. No stranger to making jokes and having to explain the punchline 20 seconds post-deployment-and-blank-silence, I live through life elucidating upon pop-culture references that no one gets.

6. I am obsessed with candles, old books, letters, chocolates, non-colours, pan-asian food, knives and Hamlet. 

7. I have an unusual set of morals and ethics, but the ones I choose to adhere to, I do so with a staunchness that can easily be equated to fanaticism. Same goes for my philosophical, political and religious views, or the lack of them.

8. More often than not, I dislike receiving compliments, and prefer criticism greatly. I usually find the former to be hollow, while the latter almost always gives me things to think about. Conversely, I place great value in the opinions of a very selected set of people. They are the people I admire most.

 

9. Among all the things I should have learnt and never did (riding a bicycle, general empathy, using a straightening iron), my inability to smile irks me the most. Not that I would use the talent much, even if I did.

10. Through my years of a Bachelor's Degree in Information Technology, I honestly believe that the one thing I learnt that I am truly proud of, is the use of an arc welding machine. The drill and chainsaws come to a close second.

To further cater to narcissism: 

11. I judge people. Based on the way they look, write, speak, dress and most importantly, think. I meet them, I study them, I file them under the appropriate category, and the dossier is rarely, if ever, re-filed. Also, I am biased against good-looking people, and tend to put them through more intense and rigorous testing-and-filing.With practice, I've gotten better at it, and have taken it all to the level of profiling. Makes for some interesting Metro train rides to-and-from college.

12. In the 21 years of my life, I have donned pretty much every role in the social setup that it is possible to play. From social-leprosy to blinding popularity, from being the mousy, bespectacled, stammering, clumsy fat geek to teetering on 5-inch heels, apple-martini in hand at swish parties, to nihilistic goth-rock fanatic, true blue leather-and-metal rebel, to jaded cynical bookworm with a taste for undulated sarcasm, political conspiracy theories, obscure art movies and Johann Sebastian Bach. Even made friends with the podium and stage mic, along the way. And what I've discovered from all of it, is that it's all a masquerade. Petty, in the greater order of things. It's the things that you retain through these roles, that define your capabilities and your limitations. It's only the things that are constant, that matter at all. 

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Moving on, I am very very late with this, so most of the people I would have listed here, have already been tagged. So I will now tag the people whose blogs I love and stalk on a regular basis, and who may or may not have a clue about it. 

Agent Green Glass, Weevil Girl, MINDfreak, Meghana Naidu, Anushka, Niti Jain, Kroswami, and Mentalie. 

I think that you all are brilliant at what you do, and I would urge at least 4 of you to write more often!

P.S. I also hate mathematics.

Jolted out of LimboLand.

I'm back. Internship complete. Final year of college. Things to hang on to, things to preserve, and things to let go of. I have the post-its in place. Besides, yesterday was pretty much the kind of day that happens, and then you try to live with and in it, for the rest of your life.

To those who left the uplifting comments in the last post, thank you. To those who have waited, I'm glad. And to those who will drop in, welcome. I hope to get to know all of you better.

Let's roll!