Senseless, I know

All right there, here I am, sitting before the computer, thinking, “Its high time I wrote something…let me write.” But you know what? I don’t know what to write. Idiotic as this may sound, but I just cannot think of a topic to write upon….Well, actually, no. I can think of several topics worth writing about, but I just don’t seem to have enough to write!! I know I sound rather incomprehensible, but heck, it’s the truth. And don’t they say, it’s always better to have the truth out? Apparently, one feels lighter on admitting the truth. Surprisingly, I don’t feel the difference. I’m still bored, sleepy, and irritated. Bored coz I don’t have something to do, Sleepy coz I slept rather late and woke up rather early, and Irritated coz I don’t have anything to write!!
Sometimes, you just sit there, pondering about life, yourself, your surroundings, cursing them, praising them, laughing at them, laughing with them…..you might say, these are symptoms of lethargy, so be it. And I happily accept it, I’m lazy, lethargic, and a little spoilt. But that doesn’t change the fact that I ponder. I think about things not exactly worth thinking about. Senseless and weird stuff. *shrugs*
You know, my room has this very cozy chair, and I love sitting on it with my diary in one hand, a pen in the other and just doodle. Sometimes I write too. But I haven’t done any of that lately. Because it seems that I’m out of ideas. Unfortunate, isn’t it? Anyway, my doodling mainly consists of my name tried out in a thousand different fonts, a few random sketches of things, mehandi (henna) designs, and sometimes even goth-looking tattoos. It actually all depends on my mood. And trust me, my mood swings faster than a clock ticks. You wouldn’t want to cross me when I’m having one of those infamous swings, really. Ask anyone. They all agree.
Anyway, we were talking about writing, and the urge to write (or, lack of it). See the thing is, I really try. I do. But I just can’t bring myself to do it. Patah nahi kya problem hai yaar. Bas nahi hota aaj kal. These things happen, I’m often told. But what I actually want to hear is why do they happen? *sigh*
Okay, I think I’ll shut up now. Spoken enough nonsense, haven’t i. Rofl. Bye, bye people. And please pray for me. That I get that urge to WRITE back again ;-)

An Inconvenient Truth Indeed

A few weeks back when I was “supposedly” studying, I saw this documentary titled, ‘An Inconvenient Truth.’ I wonder how many of you have seen it, not many I suppose. For those who haven’t, ‘An Inconvenient Truth’ is all about ex-American Vice president Al Gore’s fervent crusade to divert attention to one very important, and quite literally, burning cause – Global warming.
‘Humanity is sitting on a ticking time bomb. If the vast majority of scientists are to be believed then we have a mere 10 years to avert a major catastrophe that could send our entire planet into a tail-spin of epic destruction involving, not arms, but extreme droughts, epidemics, killer heatwaves beyond anything we have ever experienced.’
Global Warming is THE biggest problem the world faces today. In the 21st Century, factories, booking industries, chimneys bellowing smoke, deforestation, polluted rivers, even war bombs; all have become a part of our lifestyles. Why? In our quest for superiority over our fellow beings we have forgotten who we actually are! Before vying for the title of ‘Nuclear Superpower’, should we not ponder over its vast ecological and environmental consequences?
Our ancestors, with all due respect to them, had animal instincts. War seemed the most logical and easiest answer to resolving pressing disputes. But times have changed, and so have we, or so we claim. Are we not mature enough to understand the consequences of dumping all industrial waste into the riverbed? Or for that matter, cutting that tree in front of your house just because it blocks your view?
Until we learn that every single one of our actions have consequences, nothing can change…till then, let’s all watch Al Gore deliver his speech, trying, in vain, to arouse our sensitivity towards the environmental cause, and lets hope, one day, very soon, we stop risking the lives of our dear Mother Earth.

Transition

The time is 7 p.m. – a time most people would think as evening,
Day seems reluctant to let go of her crown,
And endows the earth with a few more moments of light.

Night stands trembling, hesitating,
Waiting for day to depart,
And slowly starts to colour the sky,
With its dark hues.

Sky is in all its splendour,
Wearing different robes,
From glowing yellow to a soft pink,
In a just a few minutes now.

The colours are now deepening,
From a soft, soothing red,
To dark, mysterious mauve,
The stars seem to wake up from their slumber,
Sleepily starting to twinkle,
At last! Night has arrived.

Individuals par excellence.....Friends!

As we walk our path of life,
We meet people everyday.
Most are simply met by chance.
But, some are sent our way.
These become special friends,
Whose bond we can't explain;
The ones who understand us
And share our joy and pain.
Their love contains no boundaries.
So, even we are apart.
Their presence enhances us
With a warmth felt in the heart.
This love becomes a passageway,
When even the miles disappear.
And so, these friends,
God sends our way,
Remain forever near........

Love you all for always being there.....

Being Me

Short tempered, I am,
Arrogant too, perhaps,
Incredulous but not demanding,
Self righteous but unswerving.
With a heart of Silver if not gold,
And loyal to the Core.
Words I'd use to tell you,
About a person I know.
She who values wit over charm,
And speaks her heart when given a chance.
Insecure but not immature,
Idiotic but not stupid.
Rebellious, I am,
A little pushy too, perhaps,
With a mind so muddled,
And a heart so confused,
I'll tell you about the girl I know.
She's standing by your side,
She'll be there for you,
But one day she might break,
And she needs you there too.
She's different,
She's unique,
She's wierd,
She's me.
The girl I know......

Lauren Weisberger : Not all that great

For those of you who've never heard of her, Lauren Weisberger authored "The Devil Wears Prada" and like every teenager, I fell in love with the book. Her characters (read: Miranda Preistly) have great shades to them. Miranda's shown as this fashion magazine tycoon who doesnt give a s**t to the feelings of any other living being, yet, she too is vunerable. Her third (or was it the fourth?) marriage falls apart, and for a moment, only for a micro millisecond, we see her as she is....rich, popular, dictator and unhappy, sad, with no one to go home to.
You must be wondering why I'm focusing on Miranda and not on Andrea, the protagonist...well, Andy is a wonderful character....her dilemma is visible enough, so are her shades. Miranda's more mysterious. Devil Wears Prada was an awesome first novel....but then, I picked up her third book-Chasing Harry Winston-and you know what....she's losing her touch.
I mean, why write a totally bakwas thing about three over thirty, over perfect, over pretty girls whose lives revolve around clothes, screwing guys and booze?? the only character that appealed to me was Leigh, the editor, atleast she had enough grit to get out of a relationship if its bad!
The other girl, Emmy, has no ideology, no self worth, NO MIND?!?!?!?! Because her best friend asks her to get a life, she decided to f**k every guy she sees...........what the hell!!
Adriana, the *ahem* "drop dead gorgeous daughter of a supermodel" is there in the book, only to make the other 2 characters look interesting. and you know what the storyline is.......these 3 girls decide to change their lives "drastically" within a year....aah! (Suprise suprise!!)

I'm sorry, Mrs. Weisberger, you've done a Paulo Coelho yet again.
I only hope that your second book is atleast better than your third.....i'm gonna read it soon.
And guys.....Read 'Chasing......', if all you desire is, in the words of my dear friend, Anubhuti, "shitpot reading"
Happy Whatever.

The Perfect 'O'

Hey there friends, this is my first foray into the world of blogs......
I just came back from a long holiday, fifteen days, to be exact..I'd gone to visit Baba's (my dad) side of the family in Maharashtra after 3 years. they're all extremely nice, friendly, kind, caring and very interested in my life....what I like, what I don't like, what i want to do after my tenth standard. Aha. That exactly is what this post is about.
"What stream will you choose beta?" is the one question I'm irritated of, not because its an obvious one, but because my answer just leaves their mouths open...as if in shock, I can't help thinking about the perfect 'O' their mouths make. My answer is Arts, by the way.
I just cannot help but wonder, since when did the most coveted job in our country (the Civil services) become such a no-go for young students? Why on earth is becoming an Engineer so much more important? Apparantly it pays more.....I don't care, honestly, I've never wanted a job just for the sake of money. Sure, we all need 'moolah' to survive, but that doesn't mean I kill my happiness for it. If I earn less, but get more satisfaction out of my work, I'll be content. What's more important is what you like, not what's acceptable.
It took me 2 years to convince my parents that I am just not interested in Engineering, baba's easy...he's fine with whatever I choose to do...mum's the difficult person. Although she's finally accepted that nothing will change my mind yet she keeps hinting at how science has far better prospects, and how I'll be able to live well etcetera etcetera...
It must be hard for them, they're both 'Arty' people. My dad's fabulous in History, he's a Graphic Designer. My mum's a Gender & Development Consultant (a stylish way to say 'social worker'); they've gone through all kinds of hardships, they want me to live comfortably (and take care of them well)......but I can't just sit back and do some 9 to 9 job when there's so much going on around the world!
It's in my gene's to do something for this society...people like my mom chose to do it on the outside, I want to do it from the inside.
I know i've shocked my relatives by choosing to defy them and going for such an 'unacceptable' stream, but you know what, I no longer care. Hopefully they'll get over their astonishment. As for now, I guess i'll have to put up with their looks of utter suprise mingled with disdain.
Bye, and please comment.

Hello!!

Well, I am NOT a Internet person, definately not a "typing on d net" person.
Please don't expect many blogs from me.....they'll anyway be about World Issues and Humanitarian causes, which may bore you.

I'll start soon, I promise...just got a little studying to catch up on...Xth this time...have to study!