Sniffles

I've got a bad case of the sniffles. I hope it goes away. I just hate it when I'm sick because when I do get sick, I get it bad. Anyway, apart from that lousy piece of information, Rosecraft is finally due to take off! :) Let's cross our fingers and I hope you come to Candies on the 10th of October (10 am - 8 pm). I hope people buy stuff and like the stuff cuz I've put in my heart and soul in to this. If it happens, it goes all the way from here to shine like a star! I watched Orphan yesterday and it was quite creepy. That girl is such a bitch in the movie, she reminded me of Kayla from Desperate Housewives. The other cute-deaf girl who is her sister is very adorable. She's really cute! She's got this mass of golden curls and a sweet smile. My workshops at IIJ this saturday were a lot of fun. I made a Butterfly pendant in the Embossing Workshop, which I intend to wear once I get a funky neck-cord for it. It was a complete scientific process once we hammered in the design (yeah, that was a lot of fun...lots of banging. Wait, that didn't sound clean, but you know what I meant, right?) Then we have to use a Fire Gun (Yeah, baby!) and immerse it in HCl (Hydrochloric Acid for those of you who don't remember!) and then buff it up, cleanse it, steam it, file it, etc etc... The Papier Mache Workshop was coolio too...and I can make these super rock-hard bangles and accessories with it!

I got a double-pierce on my ears this week...Finally! :)

I wish I had some more money cuz there's tons of shopping I want to do ( some clothes, accessories, PERFUME, Books - Ransom my Heart, Gifts for my folks, Converse Ballets, an iPod), besides I wanna get a copy of The Lost Symbol to read when I go to Saudi for 3 weeks. I want to make the most of my free time now that there will be little of it once I'd get a job I love doing! So here's to more writing (UTV, Tinkle, a Book), more creating stuff, more workshops, more plays, adventures (trips to Bandra, Town, Bangalore-Nandini) and the works!

P.S. I have this crazy-ass mission to make 5 new continental friends...don't know how that's going to happen! But let's see...

P.P.S Also I've got to solve the Rubik's Cube when I go home this time.

Ah, Life, take me somewhere nice, please, I already like the direction you are blowing me in....

Choices

Food or Sex? Love or Money? Satisfying Job or Well-Paying Non-related job? Good Guy-friend or Boyfriend? Leo or Libra? Hot or Cold? Summer or Winter? Fast-Paced Life or slow death? Smiles or tears? Writing or Designing or Both? Answering or questioning? Harry Potter or Twilight? To sleep or be awake? Save money or shop it off? The Good Guy or the Bad Guy? Permanent or Temporary? To listen to music or try to make it? To love or give it up? To be taught or to have experienced? Sunshine or the Starry Sky? To tell someone you miss them or miss them silently? To cry when you watch sad movies or make fun of someone else as they watch it and cry? To cry or bottle it up? To be strong or to break down? To be far away or just a block away? To be driven around or to drive? To hear someone else's heartbeat or to feel yours thudding in your chest? To permanently ink a memory or to bind it to your brain? To hold on or to let go? To hide or be visible? To hug or be hugged? First Impression or Last? Letters or E-mails? Trance or Alternative Rock? To be left alone or cared for? To read or to buy a book for someone else? To jump in to the unknown or wait for life to guide you? The Sun or The Moon? Hugo Boss Orange or YSL Elle? Night or Day? Best Friend or Diary? Keeping Secrets or Telling them? To love or be loved? Silence or Sound? An empty room or a crowded head? Mortality or Immortality? Singledom or Commitment? Mustang or Cruiser? To cut off or be cut off from? Old friends or new? Milkshakes or Sodas? iPod or Walkman? Vanilla or Chocolate-Chip? Hate or Grudge? Chick Flick or Horror Movie? Paris or NYC? Bombay or NY? Subway Trains or Indian Trains? Rainy day or summery afternoon? Glittering Sand or Water?

Life Sucks? Life Sucks.

‘Most people think life sucks and then you die. Not me. I beg to differ. I think life sucks, then you get cancer, then your dog dies, your wife leaves you, the cancer goes into remission, you get a new dog, you get remarried, you owe ten million dollars in medical bills, but you work hard for thirty five years and you pay it back and then, one day, you have a massive stroke, your whole right side is paralyzed, you have to limp along the streets and speak out of the left side of your mouth and drool, but you go into rehabilitation and regain the power to walk and the power to talk and then, one day, you step off a curb at 67th Street and BAM!, you get hit by a city bus and then you die ... maybe.’


~ Denis Leary


And that makes my favorite fictional character Jacob Black’s voice-out seem vastly understated when he said, ‘Life sucks and then you die’ compared to what this guy said above. It’s not something you laugh at because it could pretty much work out that way. Being cynical and realistic are two different things. For the most part of life, I’ve been a believer. A pretty darned good believer that believed in magic and happy endings and getting what you want. But I’m not sure anymore of what I am. Or who I am. Or rather who should I be? Who am I supposed to be? I feel considerably empty and unfeeling. I could curl up on the floor and just be. Like curling up under a bed and no one will ever know or find me there. To just be. I’m not depressed or sad. I’m just empty. Devoid of superficial and emotional hang-ups. No expectations. No hope. Because this is life and it sucking is part of what makes it real. I don’t want to be a princess in a fairytale who gets whatever she wants but I want to get what I deserve. And that’s: a good job, to work at what I know I’m good at. Don’t let me be. I don’t want to be in the same place I’ve been in for so long. I want to be upgraded. What am I doing wrong? I don’t know. Fine. No expectations. You’ll find me under my bed from here on.

Haley's Comet

It’s at times when you think that you couldn’t get more bummed out than you already are that something good happens just to tell you that somehow somewhere an unseen force was either paying the closest attention to you or looking out for you so that you wouldn't get hurt. And suddenly, with a rush of feelings, you realize that nothing could be better than your life how it is now, because if you weren’t late and you caught that early train, you couldn’t have known it would crash as you were rushing to work or that when you slipped on a banana peel it was only to avoid a fire on the bus that you normally take to work or simply yet, you never thought that when everything in your life was horribly wrong and you’re jobless, love-forsaken; there are people and incidents to remind you that you’re here and on a day like 09.09.09 which is pretty darned fantastic because it’s one of those things that never happen again. Yeah, that’s pretty special and unique when it happens to me. It’s just a date ultimately but we want to make such days special, may be cuz it’s easier to remember or it’s cool (which it is) or I don’t know, I’m sure you can think of plenty other reasons. Well, my reason to feel this way (happy and slightly peaceful) has been since yesterday. Maybe Miley Cyrus’s Party in the USA transpired some of that positivity; it really is a great mellow, breezy song that you could probably take along when you take a late-night drive. And may be because some things didn’t seem as stupid as they would have before like receiving help from a stranger because you just asked or when a friend helps you because you asked and does it because they do care when you think you haven’t been that close. What’s even more surprising is when a project you worked on really hard but think of it as a futile attempt is appreciated as a work of art (another article of mine got published: ), or so you could say. I mean, I really can’t think of any metaphors for this! And then, finally, finally you discover that something you deserve and have been truly waiting for isn’t stuck in limbo like you presumed it to be. It’s on the road and heading to you!

P.S. Did you know that limbo is also a West Indian dance in which the dancer bends back and passes repeatedly under a gradually lowered horizontal bar? I didn’t. I do now. And that I think of it now, I might have seen this on TV too. I can’t be too sure. Oh, well. Toodles.

Hoping against Hope

My mom just came in to yell at me because I'm awake at a time when no one else is and yeah, well, I'm supposed to be safely tucked under my covers, fast asleep. I'm so bored, useless and feel utterly worthwhile at this point in time. I don't have a permanent job yet (I'm dying to work in a magazine as a writer or an Illustrator) and I just hope it will happen soon. There is talk of one extremely COOL place but if I talk about it here, it might just attract all the bad luck since my magnetism for that has been pretty strong for a while now. So I just hope, hope, hope and HOPE. Hoping against hope. Like Ogden Nash once stated in a poetic verse about dentists and drilling holes in gums. He was hoping against hope that he didn't have to go to the Dentist. Anyway, I truly hope Luis Fernandes has some GOOD news for me and I need to finish 3 cool stories for tomorrow in order to ensure that happens! So I wish and wish and wish and pray and pray and pray and hope. Hope. Maybe I can sing this part..would that be pushing this post to its limit? Bye, I shall talk to you more, Blog, tomorrow from under my bed covers, secretly. It's a date! Night Night.

P.S. A whole lot of hope. PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE, PLEASE, PRETTY PLEEEASEEEEE God. Thank you. Ameneth.

P.P.S. If you, a reader, have good wishes to send, contact me telepathically. May I be sprinkled with your luck.

Tomorrow is Wednesday

I know I must sleep. Actually I need to pee. One sec.

Okay, now that I'm back...Where was I? Yeah, the compulsive need to post by the late hour in the rainiest night ever since June beckons. Also by that, I am compelled to sound educational or rather wise, if I am to impost my sanities on you at this late hour. So anyway, it seems like things are finally taking off to good beginnings. I hope it lasts for you and me. I'm not sorry some people aren't around to share it but boo-hoo, you. I don't care! Have you heard Lucky by Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat? I want to marry that man so he can sing me to sleep as I lie in his arms. He is sooo cool. He's like those people who are unconventionally cool or who don't have to try too hard to be cool like you know (Ok a list of my favorite Unconventionally cool folks- Not necessarily in order):

• Ellen DeGeneres (Laugh Sing Dance)
• John Mayer (What he sings about is relateable and very listenable)
• Anne Hathaway
• Michael Moscovitz (I wish he were real. He's hot, smart and v.v.sweet)
• Anoop Desai
• Kal Penn
• Edlyn D'souza
• Nandini Velho (She was my roomie for 2 years, she's uber cool)
• Barney Stinson (His catch phrases and wit's unconventional too! I love him)
• Rahul Bose (The man's a God)
• America Ferrera
• Mia Thermopolis
• David Schwimmer
• Chris Daughtry
• Sapna Bhavnani
• Ron Weasley
• Sonam Kapoor
• Imran Khan
• Amanda Bynes
• Meg Cabot
• Jacob Black (He's far by the coolest and hottest!)
• Prince Harry
• Barack Obama
• Tyra Banks
• Priya Dutt
• Robert Langdon
• Alex (Grey's Anatomy)
• Albus Dumbledore
• Mark Zuckerburg
• Michael Caine
• Luis Fernandes
• Mira Malhotra
• Jennifer Anniston
• J.D ( Zach Braff in Scrubs)

P.S. Sometimes it's even better when they don't know how cool they are. I like them more then. Okay, and yeah I know some of the folks on the list are fictional characters but who they are makes me love them for what they are! Did I just twist your brain in a knot for a sec there? I'm sorry. Some are real people whom I have the utmost privilege of knowing.


Since I have nothing more to say, I will post this and hit my bed, no, not literally, I will sleep on it, you fool!

Goodnight, cyberspace. Float forever, I know it's what you like doing best.