Lessons learnt regarding the male species :

1. Never hope against hope.
2. Fantasizing is a No-No!
3. Never be too friendly in the beginning.
4. Never seem like you’re too there.
5. Be mysterious – I’ve yet to figure this one out.
6. Smell nice. It’s great ammunition to make them fall.
7. Never ask for their phone number. Let them ask for yours!
8. You can't judge a boy's face by the back of their head no matter how nice it looks. Unfortunate fact, but true.
9. Be nonchalant when you speak to them especially when it's a new hottie that you like.
10. Give them their space but make sure you get your fair amount of it, too.

Keep watching this space for more.

This is fun! :)

Here I am, racking up the latest horror movies to write about and not just for fun but for a website. It's so exciting. I actually love what I'm doing, it's not even work, it's more like I'm doing my own thing so I'm too excited. Already looked up a few to write about, like The Attic (from the director of Pet Sematary and looks quite spooky-I mean, imagine finding a girl just like you in your attic...Brrrr!), The Haunting in Connecticut(Jonah, a clairvoyant boy-spirit who unleashes the horrors of the dead upon innocent folks!) and Rec. Just finished an article on Twilight (awesome!) because I'm so in love with the whole series anyway so it was super-cool!

Oh and a friend I thought had written me out of their life hasn't! It feels good. This kind of happiness I can live with.
And my boss, Hiral is really nice, and I hope everything works out with UTV Bindass cuz I think it's a lot of fun already!

I just wrote to Sarah, today, it's been so long since I penned any lines to her lately...I think today's the last episode of Splitsvilla, can't wait to watch it, I mean, sure it's totally superficial and pointless but you can't deny the fact these people actually get their fifteen seconds of fame through great exposure even if they act like retards. The only sane people on the show are Joanna and Mohit(even though he seemed like an egoistic prick before, he's actually quite sporting and fun). Siddharth is just weird. Sakshi is really, really weird and she can't lie to save her life. Her lies and opinions totally suck. And hers and Siddharth's relationship is really too crazy to even understand or put under the microscope because you would really find zilch there. But yeah, watch it for cheap thrills and laughs...it is totally entertaining!

Hey Universe!

If I were actually a believer in all this superstitious crap, I’d have to rethink what I did recently (Rewind: a year back).
Did I break any mirrors? Did I evade Lucky Birds’ Droppings? No, wait…let me rephrase that cuz I could live without it. Enough of other shit to deal with! So, Universe, if you’re listening, I’d prefer other forms of luck. Anyway, what’s up with my life? Conversationally, I’d really love to know.
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Strange, Strange Feelings

I always ramble about unnecessary things, and probably my meaningless idiosyncrasies don't even help you, the reader, if you are reading it (So much for my goal to help the virtual universe in my little ways). But I write because it's the only thing that keeps me going and keeps me sane. I feel suspended somewhere with the colloidal particles floating around and I'm just there. Not free-falling. Not hitting the ground. Just hanging on by invisible and clearly painful hooks. It makes me ache. It makes me restless. I want to go to France, sit at cafés, sip coffees, paint and enjoy the space around me. I want to learn to live in a new place all over again. I feel held down, tied and restless here. I feel like I'm not moving. It disturbs me. I want to go to space. I want to go to Egypt. I wonder if we'll ever settle home at Mars. I just thought of a Nebula Fission and wondered what it was, I feel like I've come across it somewhere in my Science Textbooks. Oh wait, I looked it up, its definition is:

1. A diffuse mass of interstellar dust or gas or both, visible as…
(n.)
2. A cloudy spot on the cornea.
(n.)
3. A liquid medication applied by spraying.

I wonder if the Gospel of Judas actually existed or if it still does and where could it be. I thought I'd have a job by now. I really, really want to get the UTV Bindass job sooo bad. I hope I do. I even prayed selfishly. I say 'selfish' because I haven't thought to pray so sincerely before except when I've said random two-liners to keep my parents and sisters always safe. Why are boys so damn weird? They are the weirdest and most thoroughly annoying species I have ever come across. They say women are hard to understand, that we make things difficult...complicated. Yeah, right. How complicated is telling a person you that you simply like them, nothing more, nothing less? I mean, what is it? Is that so scary? Who's asking for fricking commitment or any of that shit? That doesnt exist anymore, I at least personally feel so. So whatever, go do your bar-hopping, smoke a cigarette, think that the biggest action you've got all day is that a girl brushed up against you accidentally in a crowded pub and yeah, go home and make yourself happy.

I'm sorry I don't know what I'm talking about. I'm sorry. I'll end here.

Beautiful Recluse

I suddenly feel like I’m in a mode
Where I’m fading away faster than a falling star
And I exist in a parallel world.

Everything seems to matter less and less,
There’s clearly nothing that I should miss.
But the feeling felt is not one of bliss.

And I’m locked away somewhere in an abyss,
Where the winds are cold and the night is nothing but dark…
How I wish for a blood-thirsty fiend to lark.

Over a cliff, is where I shall be…
Listening for the call of a special kind of symphony.
To further beckon me.

I plunge in to a deep azure foamy sea,
I’m falling with a pressure that is beyond great,
And I feel nothing, not even hate.

It's her birthday!

This is Nandini. She used to be my roommate back in one of the many days at the biggest prick of a hostel- Kalyan Kendra. Now I know you cannot see her face properly and it doesn't matter because she hates attention of the paparazzi-likes-kind. And I'm definitely one of her much-annoying paparazzos! She is probably gonna kill me for this too. But maybe today shall be exceptional. It is her birthday, after all. Haaappy Birthday!

Since this post began really randomly, I have no idea how to begin adequately or what to say but may be I could start to tell you of her many exceptional qualities:

1. She will tell you like it is...oh,believe me,exactly like it is.
2. She has no hold-ups, emotional or superficial.
3. She loves Bono and Zakir passionately.
4. She loves wild life and Animal Turf.
5. If it's somebody she loves or something she loves, she will guard it more fiercely than a young mother-tigress.
6. She thrives on gossip. She has been known to hang upside down from her bunk bed at the hostel while straining to hear tidbits of shouting-matches between our warden's husband and son, from an open window and with of course, no care for her life.
7. She inspires me! Truly. She can inspire anyone, she's an awesome teacher.
8. She sees through your phoniness.
9. She loves her space and keeping in touch with someone really undermines her unique attitude and style.
10. She pretends to not care but she cares very,very much indeed.
11. She teaches you new bad words, language being no barrier.
12. She can love with unconditional abandon.
13. She is a great room-mate for the most unconventional reasons.
14. She is completely unconventional.
15. She's coolio!
16. She.....Oh well, I could go on and on, let me just say that I love her so very much and I really miss her like hell! Being with her is like being on a consistent trip and always in a very good way.

A Diary Entry-Sorts...

I think that I’m finally facing the many monsters in my closet. I mean, last night (15-04, for the records) for the first time in two weeks or more, I slept with the lights off. I don’t know if it was my electricity bill of last month which propelled me to do so or sheer bravery in the face of invisible monsters. I’m not freaking myself out silly over the lack of a job, a boyfriend… The latter half is something that I’ve honestly hoped would start chasing me than me chasing whoever the hell he is. And wherever he might be. Residing in the cool Bermudas or the depths of Egypt or among the structures at Greece… I like to be optimistic! I’m finally gonna take Gabe off the wall and will start playing him today. I’ve got the chords to ‘I’m yours’ by Jason Mraz. I still remember C, G, Am but F’s gonna be a tough cookie to break. My finger-tips have been far too delicate for a long time now. I’m meeting Qyara after a long time today… Can’t wait to hear more stories of Akansha, and discuss how romantic Edward Cullen is. I’ve got her hooked on to the Twilight Series too. It feels good to spread the love. Okay, I need to shower before I meet her so adios, invisible friends. You know I love you!

Later (The Next Day) -----

We went to the Beach! : ) I haven’t been to a beach in so long and it felt good to be there. Being at the beach is definitely a healthy feeling, the glittery and gritty sand, the sea-spray, the sky, the clouds, the birds, the breeze etc. really make you feel good. I showed Qyara the cool Accent feature that we have on our cameras and we had fun experimenting with it. We sat till the sunset but it was really difficult to capture the orange sun in a pretty picture as it gradually disappeared into the foamy sea and it made me wish I had an SLR or a really high-definition camera just for the same.

And she had the tenth installment of the Princess Diaries, so she lent it to me, I was super-excited about it and I still am. I hope Michael and Mia get back together cuz J.P, her new boyfriend is a shithead!

The Princess Diaries is an amazing series, and yeah, it pretty much seems like a book for teens, it is to an extent, but hello, even older people can read it too. I mean, Meg Cabot wrote the Series, and she isn’t exactly a teen so you can’t feel ashamed if you’re 23 and reading it just cuz it makes you happy. Some of you can even relate to Mia – She’s a shy and awkward teen with a fierce love to write and make a difference. She worries about the silliest things but it makes you laugh because you know you’ve been there, too! I know I do. Most of us are really awkward while growing up and I feel that, even now and I think I’ll always be that girl who hates attention of any kind, who loves to write and just be the same person. It’s always been a different kind of popularity I hope to attain, more of making a difference or being passionate about something and doing it right, like I’m generally very deathly afraid of crowds and public speaking but if it were my Rosecraft Ideas I had to talk about or Global Warming, that’s the kind of stuff I can talk about without feeling like I’m going to die or disappear into the ground. Anyway, I’m digressing…. I haven’t written or should I specifically say, hand-written in my actual journal for so long. In fact, I’ve started writing here more than there. And this is not totally a public journal but it makes me happy to write here and it’s not the fact that I would like my friends to read it, in fact very few people even know I write here but it’s more of the fact that it makes you feel nice when strangers read it and share their thoughts with you which is why it is also amazing to bump into really cool blogs by other awesome writers. : )

Anyway, before I headed home last night, I met Bouncie at Andheri St and we chatted for quite a while before leaving for home, it was nice to meet her and just talk since she’s been busy with work otherwise and she somehow looks really pretty every time I see her or maybe her hair-cut always makes her look fresh or something. We had milkshakes and discussed our lives pure 22 style!

P.S. Btw, Michael and Mia did get back together and it's been an awesome finish to the series! :)

You, Your Screen, Your PC, The Internet, WWW.

Dear You,

Hi! How have you been? I'm pretty afraid that I've fucked things up with a good friend. Not sure though, but I really, really hope not. I have just 6 grand left in my account. I wish I were walking at Marine Drive now....Lord knows how I'd like to feel the Sea-Spray on my face. My head hurts. I miss having real, personal e-mails in my inbox. It's been long since I've even received any unofficial letters. My best friend, Mi promised she'd write me one today and then she tells me she couldn't find any paper at home. Funny,huh? Oh, I have to tell you this funny thing that happened to me on the train. So I tell this lady on the train that there's an insect on her kurta, she smiles at me and I thought she'd brush it off and thank me (fat chance but wait, I'm spoiling it), instead she flicks it off right back at me and in my head, I'm laughing at how fricking funny-strange it is! Luckily, it wasn't a scary insect else I would have flicked it back at her and scurried off. What a weirdo, right? Funny way to say thanks, Lady.

And they stopped selling those cool earring wire things at Hobby Idea...They said no one bought them but I used to! :( The saleslady told me I'd get it at Buleshwar or something.

Have you heard Love etc by Pet Shop Boys....it's an amazing trance-pop haunting kind of song...very pop-art in its sound, even though pop-art is more see-able than intangible, I think you can almost hear it in this song! Check it out.

I've been horribly and irreversibly wrong about something that it makes me wanna cry and at the same time, I'm smiling at how freaking foolish I've been, as now whilst I type this to you, I chat with the afore-mentioned friend and nothing's fucked except the stuff on the inside of my head. I've been a freaking delusional nut. Shit, why did I do this? I've been an egoistic fool. I have never felt this stupid in so long.

Um....Was this supposed to be about me or you? Sorry I haven't been the greatest friend yet. Tell me about you now. I've missed you. I need a hug. Very Badly.

Love,

Me.