tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105660615147131042024-03-13T23:14:55.074-07:00Oh-So-Lame.oRange*http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239294667530000687noreply@blogger.comBlogger82125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410566061514713104.post-64389448734841624782011-07-27T23:51:00.000-07:002011-07-27T23:53:16.778-07:00Ah!<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IN">You know you’ve grown when you don’t know where to hide your face while going through some old diary entries and posts!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IN"><o:p> Oh well, but that's life!</o:p></span></p>oRange*http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239294667530000687noreply@blogger.com115tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410566061514713104.post-20164210259609602652011-05-08T10:43:00.000-07:002011-05-08T11:14:55.575-07:00This post never happened. EeeksI don't know what I'm turning into.<div>I'm not giving certain "things" a thought ..that's all I know.</div><div>Oh and did I mention that it's awesome?</div><div><br /></div><div>I want *that* bag. It makes its appearances in my dreams too.</div><div>Yes, that's how badly I want it.</div><div><br /></div><div>I use this place like Twitter. That reminds me, I should join Twitter and tweet away to glory. Hmm.</div><div><br /></div><div>That'll be all.</div><div><br /></div><div>My template sucks. I know. </div><div><br /></div><div>What a boring post.</div><div><br /></div><div>*yawns*</div><div><br /></div><div>What made me post all this, again? </div>oRange*http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239294667530000687noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410566061514713104.post-48603779463343309732011-04-06T02:10:00.000-07:002011-04-06T02:19:12.806-07:00K3G. Yes, *that* K3G.<p class="MsoNormal">I’m watching Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham right now.Yes, judge me. I can hear you already -_-</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I don’t care. K3G makes me happy and brings back some memories I rather not talk about.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The amount of times “Aaa ..aa ..aaa ..aa. Kabhi khushi kabhi gham, na juda honge hum, kabhi khushi ..kabhi ghammm” comes is uncountable! And everyone’s just crying all the time and Kareena is so annoying and AB can’t get grumpier than this! But I still love watching such stupid brainless KJo drama shamas sometimes.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">When I was tiny, I would dream of getting married and living in a joint family. Mamas, chachas, Dada-dadi, Nana-nani, Buas, Mausi, Mausa and a few kids here and there and four-five maids under one roof. Now, when I think about it, I shudder. Nothankyou :|</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The husbaaand and I should be fine and then maybe we’ll adopt here and there.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Now, I must go back to my movie. SRK awaits.<br />I really think they should make a sequel. What say people? :D</p> <p class="MsoNormal">P.S: I’ve started throwing things at people when I get mad at them. Am I becoming crazy? Is this my violent streak?</p><p class="MsoNormal">I need some coolsummerinternshipthingwhichisfunandwhichalsopaysme. Yeah, something like that. You hear me!</p>oRange*http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239294667530000687noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410566061514713104.post-62065870026816949452011-03-27T00:12:00.000-07:002011-03-27T00:47:15.089-07:00Titles are a bitch. No?Sometimes when somebody pops up out of the blue and makes you feel good and helps you to come over something, you're in for a surprise and slowly you start expecting that out of the person every time. It's like that becomes his job - to make you feel better when you're down in the dumps. You feel like he did it last time, he'll do it again now. In fact, he'll do it at all times. And just when you start liking it, it stops.<br /><br />Nobody stays in your life forever. So, stop expecting that in the first place. With time, you will grow over some people, some people will grow over you, it’s like that. All this “forever” business - its bullshit. Best thing about this is, you know you have limited time with everybody who enters your life so guess you should make the best of it and be around those who make you happy. Trying to make something happen with someone who makes you anything less than happy is a waste of precious precious time. I'm still coming to terms with that.<br /><br />Anyway, in other <s>totally random useless</s> news: mother thinks that I've turned into a complete fighter cock. I say "Yeh zaalim duniya ko dosh do, mujhe nahi!". Yes, even I've noticed the change. I just have to scream at the random people I meet while I'm travelling. Well but hey <span style="font-weight:bold;">are</span> annoying okay! Auto drivers who drive slow, aunties who take up 2 whole seats in the train, aunties who don't know where to place their big bum, uncles who sway their hands while walking, people who throw things out of the window, people who cough without covering their mouth among others, a lot others!<br /><br />I know some of them might be innocent and sometimes I do try and be kind to them but most of the times I'm too toasted to think about them. Majority of the auto drivers and cabbies suck. Period. So what to do?<br />Tell MEEEEEEE! (That's me screaming at you btw)<br /><br />Niggardly, quixotic, jingoism, peregrinations, paraphernalia.<br />Do you know what these words mean? <span class="Apple-style-span" >You do? Okay bye.</span><br />Why does CAT do this to you? Why does it make English seem alien to you? Whyyyyyyyyyyyy? *makes a constipated face and runs away crying*oRange*http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239294667530000687noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410566061514713104.post-1742768736511309632011-03-22T22:58:00.000-07:002011-03-22T23:03:50.062-07:00What uppp!Oh my fucking god! I'm writing again :O<br /><br />Okay no, I'm not. I'm going to act all cool and say - What's up yo \m/<br />Does anyone even remember me? :(<br />I landed up here and realized how dirty this place had become. My template vanished and those ugly photobucket images were all over the place.<br /><br />Anyhoo, I'll be back soon! :)<br />Yeah, I'm THAT rockstar who's going to be performing after 10 years of staying in rehab. So, give him all the love, will you? Haha ;)<br /><br />Chummis to all :*oRange*http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239294667530000687noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410566061514713104.post-38842198136747418062010-08-08T03:34:00.000-07:002010-08-08T03:42:57.233-07:00Gal mitthi mitthi bol<div align="center"><strong>‘Aa soni tennu chand ki main churi pehnaoon<br />tu kar de ishara te mein doli lay aaon’<br /></strong></div><br />I shall make sure this song is played at my wedding.<br />Over and over again :)<br />And also the dulha, he should be as delicious as Abhay Deol<br />Ah, what lovely dreams.<br />Too much day-dreaming is happening these days. Smiling to myself and all that. And I’m not even in love :O<br />Aunties in the train think I’ve gone mad with all the smiling I do, haha.<br /><br />Love is doooooor ki baat, not even ONE eye candy around. Hurts okay :(<br />In an all girls college, when you’re bored of listening to the teacher go on about preferential shares and equity shares, all you want to do is look around and catch some *good* eye candy to stare at but no, when you look around ..all you get to see is twenty more girls who just like you are wishing they were somewhere else! <br /><br />You know, I don’t feel like writing here anymore. My blog and I need a break from each other. We’ve had too much fun together and now we need some time off. I’m leaving just to return and to have the heart to write..like I used to :)<br /><br />For all you know, I’ll be back tomorrow itself. So ya :P<br />But as of now, all I know is that it’s <strong>not</strong> the same anymore.<br /><br />See you, poochampoos!oRange*http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239294667530000687noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410566061514713104.post-72992438230343233002010-07-28T10:38:00.000-07:002010-07-28T10:58:24.810-07:00Of quotes."...That is why it is so important to let certain things go. To release them. To cut loose. People need to understand that no one is playing with marked cards; sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Don't expect to get anything back, don’t expect recognition for your efforts, don't expect your genius to be discovered or your love to be understood. Complete the circle. Not out of pride, inability or arrogance, but simply because whatever it is no longer fits in your life. Close the door, change the record, clean the house, get rid of the dust. Stop being who you were and become who you are..."<br />-Paulo Coelho<br /><br />Sometimes you wish you remained in the shadow. It’s like someone out there opened herself/himself completely to you and you don’t like what you see. And then things become different. You just withdraw yourself, become distant. Those are the times when you wonder WHY you even got to know that person so deep. If only you knew that you would be in for a big big shock..oRange*http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239294667530000687noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410566061514713104.post-80233286652060669002010-07-22T18:04:00.000-07:002010-07-23T04:49:50.933-07:00Stop and stare.I want to write something.<br />Anything.<br />And so I shall.<br />Write anything.<br />I always write 'anything'<br />But today I'll really write <strong>anything</strong>.<br />See? You see where this is going?<br />This is so meaningless.<br />Why am I even continuing?<br />But you're still reading. So good.<br />It's raining heavily outside. Bike ride. I want.<br /><br />Yesterday was a total waste. Stuck in traffic for 2 hours. Bum aching. By the time I reached home, I was drenched. Muddy feet. Hair wet (:O). But I was absolutely fine. No throwing my moods around, whatsoever.<br />Some progress? :)<br />Hell yeah.<br /><br />There's so much happening, in and around but I dont seem to be able to write it out. Writer's block?<br />Again?<br />How nice.<br /><br />17 days since I last posted.<br />Missed me?<br />I missed you, you ..you and you<br /><br /><div align="center"><em>I'm staring down myself, counting up the years<br />Steady hands, just take the wheel...<br />And every glance is killing me<br />Time to make one last appeal... for the life I lead<br /><br />Stop and stare<br />I think I'm moving but I go nowhere<br />Yeah I know that everyone gets scared<br />But I've become what I can't be, oh<br /></em></div><br />Days are going good :)<br />And I'm just watching them go by.<br />It's like my insides are screaming out to someone out there who's job is to throw shit at me ..they're like try and move me baby, this feeling's not going anywhere ;)<br /><br />Love happened.oRange*http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239294667530000687noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410566061514713104.post-67099579100234485622010-07-06T04:07:00.000-07:002010-07-06T04:13:09.601-07:00Blogger and its fuck ups -_-What the hell! <br />The comments on the previous post arent showing! <br />I'm just getting email notifications!<br />Fuck you bloggerrrr, I could keeel you!oRange*http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239294667530000687noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410566061514713104.post-56370756246416885962010-07-05T13:18:00.001-07:002010-07-05T14:20:12.268-07:00Just when I thought our chance had passed, you go and save the best for lastI fell out of <em>it</em> (whatever that was)<br />My case is different. <br />Unlike normal cases, I'm jumping with joy after coming in terms with my newest *realisation* :)<br />Ahh, I feel so free ..I could fly. I don't even need wings :O<br /><br />Okay so as I said, My case is different. Erase it. <br /><br />Now, picture a couple deeply in love. Love okay, love. <br />They're in love with each other for years together and then they get married and blah. <br />And slowly and gradually after all those years of togetherness, they start falling out of love. They don't feel the same about each other anymore. Staying together becomes a duty for them. They're together only for the others around them. Not for each other. It's all a pretence. If given a chance, they would have freed themselves long back but something or the other always comes in the way. And there, a life of compromise awaits them!<br /><br />What a tragic situation!<br /> This happens. This totally happens. I've seen such couples. <br />Couples who were so i-love-you-i-cant-live-without-you types, bubbling with strong, intense feelings for each other and then after years those very feelings are reduced to something so insignificant. Life is so unredictable. Forget about your partner falling out love, tomorrow you yourself might not be able to relate to him/her the way you used to for whatever the reasons may be.<br /><br />Scary? Hell yeah<br />But this optimistic part of me rises from somewhere inside and tells me that not all cases turn out to be as sour. You have to keep the love alive and it is an effortless thing when the right one comes along. <br />I completely believe in *soulmates*. Call me someone who lives in a world of butterflies and rainbows, Idontcare.<br /><br />People change. Situations change. Boredom. Work Pressure. And so many others I can't think of right now.<br />To battle your way through all that, together ..still madly in love with each other ..is like wow! :)<br /><br />And if you even fall out of love ..let it free. Don't cling on to a relationship or a person. Accept the fact that things arent the same anymore and let go. You'll be glad you did so!<br /><br /><em>'In a single moment you might be perfect<br />And sit In a window of my life<br />But how much how much more will I get to see?<br />What would i strive to hide<br />Now there will be no compromise<br />So take it in your stride<br />I will leave you now with a smile'</em><br />- Lovesong by Amiel<br /><br />It's 2:40! What am i doing posting stuff about love and all that!<br />GoooodnightoRange*http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239294667530000687noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410566061514713104.post-50758201553450721552010-06-29T10:48:00.000-07:002010-06-29T10:55:54.443-07:00Put your own title. I'm too bored.One second, I’m all so excited about the future and the next second, I’m petrified. Well, this is the petrified phase going on now and oh.my.god, I’m so scared I could pee in my pants. <br /><br />Everyone has such grand plans. And what am I doing? I’m living someone else’s plan. Nooo. I don’t want to. I want my own sweet plan. The plan I could think about every night and work towards making it work. <br /><br />Why can’t I just be walking on the street when some beeeg director could spot me and cast me opposite Ranbir Kapoor in some movie? Of course, makeovers and all will happen also :P<br />And the money..and Ranbir! :O<br /><br />But no!<br />Only anorexic females who hardly know how to speak properly like Kangna Ranaut are allowed this. <br />Uff. Can you <strong>feel</strong> the tension?<br /><br />You up there ..must be laughing there with a bucket of popcorn in your hand. <br />Your daily source of entertainment, aren’t I?<br /><br />P.S: I really like Kangna btw. But this mood is such. It makes me write mean things about people.<br />And no, I certainly don’t want to become an actress. It was never a part of any of my plans (okay once when I was small but I grew over it pretty soon)<br />It's just Ranbir, you know :(<br /><br />And tell me! Who invented the word ‘re’?<br />Highly annoying. Makes me want to scream.<br />Yes re, No re, Why re, What re, Come re, Eat re, Nothing re. <br /><br />WTF. STOP IT.<br /><br />I am illiterate when it comes to football and this is the toughest time of the year, for people like me. <br />I hate it when all people can talk about now is ..FOOTBALL and I have <strong>nothing</strong> to offer! Except for of course ..<br /><br /><em>When does this bloody thing come to an end?<br />How do people WATCH sports? Don’t they get bored?</em><br /><br />Too much randomness in one post. Not good. <br />And then tomorrow, I’ll suffer from a writer’s block.<br />Tsk.<br /><br />Bye bye bye!oRange*http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239294667530000687noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410566061514713104.post-63309614312237879702010-06-24T08:37:00.000-07:002010-06-24T08:42:37.065-07:00Look, Look inside your tiny mind ..Stop. Think.<br />Do you know yourself? <br />Do you know why you follow/believe certain things? <br />Do you have any preconceived notions? If yes, then on what basis? <br />Now, just be honest. <br /><br />If you dont know, then I’m sorry you’re being plain stupid. Because you obviously live in the stone age and don’t find it necessary to question yourself from time to time. <br /><br />How do people live like that, I wonder? One thing’s for sure, it’s damn easy to live that way. But easy or not easy is not the question. It’s whether one is satisfied living such a life. <br /><br />People are like that because they get too comfortable living a certain way. Everything’s fixed in their life ..The stubborn and inflexible people they are. But guess what, reality check: isn’t it time, to come out of your comfort 'La-La Land' zone and focus on growing as a person?<br /><br />I’ve met way too many people like this. When you ask them why they’re behaving in a certain manner..the best they can come up with is “That’s just the way I am” (Oh, how convincing!) or they’ll try and justify themselves with explanations which don’t include anything concrete. <br /><br />I have no issues when people choose to live however they want to and even when I question them ..I don’t mean to impose my thoughts on them. I’m just this curious bunny who’s just asking a simple question – WHY? WHY? WHY? <br /><br />You come up with something good, I’ll leave you. <br />I promise :P <br /><br />- <br /><br />Okay I read the whole thing and it makes me look like some stuck-up, conceited bitch who thinks herself to be oh-so-perfect! No, I don’t think myself to be even close to perfect but I surely don’t fall in the above category because I am always open to questions and I know if there’s something worth changing in me, I will give it a serious thought. It’s not such a humongous task, really. <br /><br />In random news: I gave myself fringes and felt all creative today. <br />EEEEEEEEEEE :DoRange*http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239294667530000687noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410566061514713104.post-74889559381498794042010-06-14T07:01:00.000-07:002010-06-14T07:20:39.022-07:00I hate New. I miss Old :'(Getting <em>used</em> to people is sick. Getting <em>used</em> to anything is sick.<br />And that happens to be my hobby by the way.<br />Just when I get so comfortable in my own small little bubble, someone comes and bursts it and *pop* it goes!<br /><br />There is a thin line between getting <em>used</em> to someone and genuinely *liking* the person. And as of now, I seem to have lost that line. So, I'm trying to figure things out but fuck, I don't know what I want!<br />I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WANT!<br />Do you know HOW much that sucks?<br />So much shit happens in my head?<br />No, you don't. No one does.<br />So, the best you can do is stop lecturing me.<br />Thankyouverymuch.<br /><br />I was watching some kids playing in the rain today.<br />And then I tried to remember the last time I played in the rain like that. <br />I realised, from the time I’ve turned into this obsessed-with-my-hair maniac, forget playing..I haven’t even walked properly in the rain minus any worries! <br /><br />Fuck.this.shit.<br /><br />It’s raining and to hell with everything else! I’m going to go there and break into a dance! <br /><br />I love twirling umbrellas btw. <br />I also do stunts. Umbrella stunts. <br />And then the umbrella gets all weird and refuses to protect me from the rain.<br />Okay bye.<br /><br />103 is starting to prick me now haa!<br />I know this is cheap promotion but it is all about loving your blog, riiiight? ;)oRange*http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239294667530000687noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410566061514713104.post-24273162558364353182010-06-01T05:02:00.002-07:002010-06-01T05:08:07.699-07:00Hope-less.I want to turn into this cold, indifferent ..uncaring creature.<br />Like you know, have this protective bubble around you types.<br /><br />If not that ..<br /><br />Then maybe, turning into a complete alcoholic will also do.<br />So that I can cry, shout, howl, whine ..whenever, wherever.<br />Like some ignorant fool.<br /><br />If not that ..<br /><br />Then let me just sleep through this phase<br />And act like I’m going die tomorrow.<br /><br />Why this fuss?<br />Idontknow.<br /><br />I <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">hate</span></strong> feeling helpless.<br /><br />I can’t control. I can’t change.<br />Because the strings are not in my hands. They never were.<br />And I’m tired of waiting for <em>something </em>to happen/change<br />So what am I expected to do?<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">..and then when you press shuffle on your iPod and when<br />‘Work it, make it, do it, makes us<br />Harder, better, faster, stronger ..’ starts off randomly ..<br />You know someone up there wants you to cheer up too. </span>oRange*http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239294667530000687noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410566061514713104.post-4455416632080258632010-05-27T10:58:00.000-07:002010-05-27T11:11:59.414-07:00If I could, I would travel the world in shorts.Make that purple shorts.<br /><br />Summer and I don’t really gel well.<br />Summer hates me and I can’t stand summer!<br />If I could murder it, I would have done that long back. And the heat really affects my mood. I go mad, like berserk. Start snapping at people like a maniac and all that.<br />It’s 49.4 degrees in Jaipur. Omg!<br />What is wrong with the world!<br />I rather get dragged by camels there than bear the heat.<br /><br />Oooh by the way, I’ve started meditating. Not proper meditating but it’s more like just sitting in silence for a while and having a completely blank mind. It’s quite a task for someone like me who always has something or the other going on inside. <span style="font-size:78%;">Does your mind hum? Mine does.<br /></span>In those few minutes, I don’t give a shit to anything else. They can all wait.<br />With so much happening these days, I thought my poor lil’ head deserved a break. I know I’m sounding like this 50 year old right now but what to do yah!<br />Am I turning into some sadhu?<br />Not the ones in orange robes who go wandering off into the forests of course.<br />More like the ones who are allowed chicken.<br />And sex.<br />Aha!<br /><br />Zach Braff is so adorable in Scrubs.<br />I want to adopt him :(<br /><br />Oh and curly hair, I hate you.<br />Shooo!oRange*http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239294667530000687noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410566061514713104.post-78987658807550369252010-05-24T09:46:00.000-07:002010-05-24T10:00:25.184-07:00:DWe're 100 now :O<br />Ohmygod.<br /><br />Yela yela yela!<br />A beeeeeeg hug to all of you out there!<br />Thank you , Ladooooos :)oRange*http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239294667530000687noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410566061514713104.post-68818067619540463602010-05-11T01:58:00.000-07:002010-05-11T02:39:21.643-07:00Get serious already!I always knew I was defocused. I have always been continuously reminded to get <strong>serious</strong> and to <strong>not</strong> lose focus. Focus. I hate that word. I just seem to get bored easily, my fault?<br />Okay fine, my fault and I’m going to change that this time.<br />I’m in awe of people who are so hardworking. You know, like those who are so sure of what they want and have the balls to stick to it no matter what and are ready to get rid of <strong>anything</strong> that stops them from reaching their goal. So fucking determined. OMG. How do they do that?<br /><br />19 years and I still don’t know how it is to work HARD.. with all your heart and soul. Sounds dreadful. I’ve just been awfully lucky till now but I don’t think I should rely on that for long. <span style="font-size:78%;">And no, I’m not complaining either. You can keep me lucky for life. Really </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span>Okay so that is it.<br />11th May 2010 resolution: I have to, just have to work my butt off, remain focussed, stop taking things lightly and get down to some serious business. I don’t want to give anyone, even myself, a chance to lecture me later on how I wasted these oh-so-precious years.<br /><br />Even though I hate the thought of CAT and all those horrible MBA entrance exams, I need to give them a fair chance. I really want to get all omg-i-love-mba and oh-i'm-so-kicked-about-the-entrances! Can't believe I'm saying this but yeah. I <span style="font-size:78%;">think</span> I know what I want.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I shouldnt have told some people about this blog. There are things I wish to scream out but I'm unable to post them here. What the fuck. I can be so silly at times, I tell you -_-</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Block some readers? How? Anyone? </span><br /><br />'When I get older, I will be stronger,<br />They'll call me freedom, just like a Waving Flag'<br />Sexy song.oRange*http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239294667530000687noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410566061514713104.post-49368558355698445362010-05-06T03:32:00.001-07:002010-05-06T03:32:43.163-07:00Picture Post!It has been AGES since I last wrote and as I don't have much time now, I'm going to quickly post these two pictures I loveddd :)<br /><br />1997 ..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wK4Eeu4WkMY/S-KZnGg5UFI/AAAAAAAAAI8/K7V-_KrHkUA/s1600/Photo0189.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wK4Eeu4WkMY/S-KZnGg5UFI/AAAAAAAAAI8/K7V-_KrHkUA/s200/Photo0189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468101794623737938" border="0" /></a><br /><br />2010 ..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wK4Eeu4WkMY/S-KZ1IO0LqI/AAAAAAAAAJE/PlxewBqQM8Y/s1600/Photo0215000.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wK4Eeu4WkMY/S-KZ1IO0LqI/AAAAAAAAAJE/PlxewBqQM8Y/s200/Photo0215000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468102035602943650" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My best-<span style="font-weight:bold;">est</span> cousins :)<br />The sisters I never had!<br />Love yeww guys!<br /><br />Oh btw, the one in black and white eej meee :)<br />CiaooRange*http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239294667530000687noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410566061514713104.post-75717577829033555842010-04-19T11:52:00.000-07:002010-04-19T12:24:24.690-07:00It's a quarter after one, I'm a lil' drunk ..and I need you now ..Baap of Random okay. Ready? Whatever.<br /><br />(On phone)<br />Me: Achaa, when is N's birthday?<br />She: May 5th, I guess. Ya, May 5th.<br />Me: Shit. Okay. I'll call you in a second<br /><br />*keeps the phone down and calls N*<br /><br />N: Hiii<br />Me: Hi! I am so so sorry! I absolutely forgot! I dont even remember what I was doing on May 5th! Sorrryy! Belated happy birthday anyway! How was it?<br />N: Ummm S, it's only April. Hahahahhahahaha!<br />Me: Oh. Yaaaa! No wonder. Sorry. No wait. Why? Shit. I'm such a doufus :S<br /><br />Me eeej becoming old. Brittle bones, loss of memory, poor vision and all that.<br />Or maybe some 'vacation sickness' where you totally lose track of date! Doing nothing <strong>substantial</strong>. I feel like a lazy bummm.<br />April. Yes, I shall remember. <br /><br />My cousin was asked how much gold costs in some MBA interview.<br />What? Why? What makes them think <strong>we</strong> care?<br />Plus, I hate gold. Silver's much better :D<br /><br /><em>'..I can't remember the last time we kissed. 'Cause you never think the last time is the last time, you think there'll be more..'</em><br />Don't ask me why I posted the above quote? :P<br />Aaii.Hawe.No.Clue.oRange*http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239294667530000687noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410566061514713104.post-33995443329163168772010-04-14T10:16:00.000-07:002010-04-14T10:38:48.433-07:00Love it is.I think I'm in love. Shashi Tharoor. Shashi Tharoor. Shashi Tharoor. That man is all over the place. He is <strong>SO</strong> incredibly good looking :O<br />He's 54 but oh-my-god just look at him!<br /><br />Talking about love.. I wanted to share this with all of you. This was written by Darshan Chande, a fellow blogger.. while we were discussing about ‘love’. Long read but some GOOD stuff, trust me :)<br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><br />#86 Strength to accept the reality only comes through awareness.<br /><br />#89 Love is a magic in itself. This magic has nothing to do with the object of love. When you become obsessed with the object, love is no more love but a disease.<br /><br />Read the first thought I quoted above. The awareness here would be the awareness about LOVE. Love is such a profound thing that for centuries people have been trying to understand it and there are hundreds of theories explaining it. But still it's topping the list of psychological pains the mankind suffers.<br /><br />Now read the second thought I have quoted above.<br /><br />Love simply is liking beyond limit. When you don't just like something, but like it "very much", you say you "love" it. Love is heightened state of liking. Nothing else. In case of interpersonal love, there are numerous reasons why you may feel love for someone. Note that there's no difference between "love" and "attraction". Few of the reasons for being attracted to someone are beauty, nature, body language, intelligence, sexual pleasure etc. Because of these or any of the countless other reasons you may develop intense liking for some person. Nothing is wrong about it. Liking something is a pleasure. Like watching a flower is a pleasure. Or facing cool breeze on a mountain-top is a pleasurable experience. Love, too, is a pleasurable experience. Very natural characteristics of love are feelings of compassion and care for the person. That naturally comes because, of course, you would not like offending and thereby risk losing someone who gives you that pleasurable experience. It's like when you hold a delicate flower how it naturally occurs to you to hold it with care. That's because of love.<br /><br />That's love. Love is a pleasurable experience of being in admiration of something or someone. The important thing to understand here is that it's those abstract things (beauty, nature, body language, intelligence, sexual pleasure etc) which are giving you this experience, and the object in concern (the person) is just a medium. You very well know that in life you can fall in love more than once. This very well proves that it's not the object but the abstract qualities carried by the object which inspire love. It's a fallacy of human mind, or rather a weakness, that every time one is in love with someone one believes that this person is the best one could have and that this love is "meant to be" and things like that.<br /><br />When I say "love is a magic in itself, and this magic has nothing to do with the object of love", what I mean is that all the (magical) pleasure you derive out of love is in the act of loving itself. You love a flower because of its beauty and fragrance. They are not the object (which is the flower) but the abstract things carried by the object. So, you say you love the flower. Then I have said "when you become obsessed with the object, love is no more love but a disease." You love the flower. You become obsessed with it. But flower is a mortal thing. Prone to change. After a couple of days it's ugly. Now you grieve over it. No. Don't. Look there in the garden outside there are thousands of flowers spreading their beauty and fragrance. Once you see it you will again fall in love with some other flower. Because it was not the flower but the beauty of it which was captivating. It's the beauty which is eternal and everlasting and not the object.<br /><br />An aware person would know this fact. Understand why you love. Identify the abstract things because of which your love is. And know that the object is just a medium. Don't be obsessed with the object, because it will not remain. Just like the flower does not remain. If you cling to the object there will be pain. Hence I call this sort of love, obsessive love, a disease.<br /><br />There's nothing wrong if the flower remains for life. But the awareness of the essence of love is necessary. Almost 99 percent of the people are ignorant. They get committed to the person they love. Then gradually as the flower goes no-more-fragrant the person loses those qualities, but still they cling to each other, only because they have lost the strength to be one their own again. Love is impossible in such a case. Then the only resort to keep from going mad is creating illusions. People then form illusions that love still is. But such love of illusion is not beautiful. Certainly not. Is it?<br /><br />Here's one more thought I had penned a few days back -<br /><br />#66 'I like this person beyond limit.' This is love. 'I want us to be committed.' This is absurdity.<br /><br />Enjoy every aspect of the relationship AS IS. Be in love with love, and be grateful to the object for giving you the opportunity to experience love. If the object remains, good. If not, love still is, all around you. No one can take it. What are you afraid to lose?<br /></span><br />His blog:<a href="http://www.darshanchande.com/">http://www.darshanchande.com/</a><br />Worth a look!oRange*http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239294667530000687noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410566061514713104.post-51862015419279459462010-04-09T12:07:00.000-07:002010-04-09T22:38:17.690-07:00Random realisations ..Be Selfish. Be very selfish. Not self-centered. <br />There have been times when I've been happy or very happy but never <strong>content</strong>. Now, it's time to move a step forward. <br />Don't give free ka gyaan. Some people just don't deserve it. <br />Regretting is a horrible feeling and when it's related to someone who no longer exists, it becomes 10 times worse.<br />Imagining to be partying in Alaska when it's actually freaking hot, helps. No really, it does. <br />All the stuff about loving selflessly is bullshit. They make it look like it takes effort. Infact, it's just the opposite. When you're in love, you do stuff because you want to do them ..because it makes YOU happy more than anyone else.<br />I can never ever write a poem in my life. Never :P<br />When the grass looks greener on the other side of the fence, it may be that they take better care of it there - Cecil Selig<br />Being ignorant might help you for sometime but there will come a time when it'll hit you hard in your face. Ignorance is not always bliss.<br />You don't have to practice 'self control' if you just tell yourself that you don't need someone/something to survive. <br />Forgiving is tough. Forgive but never forget. <br />Sometimes, we may want something very badly but might not end up getting it but it's certainly worse for those who arent even aware of what they want. <br />Thinking about how a relationship or anything rather, will end is the worst way to start it.<br />Sania Mirza will have A LOT to tell her kids!<br />Sometimes, tacky songs are all you need to lift your mood up. Haha<br /><br />Cya Baabloos.<br />Baabloos sounds disgusting, I know. But there’s this Bengali aunty nearby who can’t stop baabloo-ing kids. So, that’s where baabloo comes from :PoRange*http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239294667530000687noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410566061514713104.post-63174179150428975332010-04-02T12:59:00.000-07:002010-04-02T13:15:48.892-07:00I lowe my rubbishOh so while talking to a friend today about getting filthy rich and all that, I randomly made some mental notes to myself which I wish to share because I’m not able to sleep and it’s my blog which allows me to jot down any irrelevant *shit* here. <br /><br />Okay, so I’m going to marry a struggling actor whose struggling days will end some years after we get married. You’ll say what if he remains a struggling actor all his life and I’ll say he won’t because I’ll inspire him to just get better!<br />And then after that we’ll have our own Mannat in some sexy beach. <br />Voila! I’m so settled!<br />And why a struggling actor? I don’t know. Just struggling okay, so that he can’t look beyond me because he’ll be so struggling-struggling at that time. Get it? <br />And yes, we’ll have a pet so that my kids would treat the pet like their child which would improve their motherly/fatherly skills so that they turn out to be good parents later in life. <br /><br />That was my life full of rainbows and butterflies. I know. <br />And who says I don’t plan ha! :P<br /><br />British guys are H.A.W.T<br />Omg! I just love their ‘mow-biles’ and ‘faawthuh’ and ‘styoupid’ and what not! So Hugh Grant-isshh :)<br /><br />Me: Papa, I blog. <br />Papa: Oh, what do you blog about?<br />Me: Like general stuff you know ..<br />..and thank god he was too busy to ask me WHAT I actually blog about because he seriously would not want to know :|<br />Even I don't know what I blog about.<br /><br />What do I blog about? Hmm. <br />(It’s just a rhetorical question. Do not come up with vague, embarrassing answers. Thank you) <br /><br />I read what I just wrote and yes, my dad should never reach my blog!<br />Bye bye.oRange*http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239294667530000687noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410566061514713104.post-21864224794000945722010-03-29T23:54:00.000-07:002010-03-30T00:04:59.903-07:00Can't believe you're gone ..Death is not losing a loved one, but gaining an angel..<br />To the fighter you were, Yash.<br /><br />You were a true fighter, battling your way through life with that smile on your face,<br />Always wanting to spread joy wherever you went.<br />You’ll always be etched in our memories. <br />We miss you, already.<br />_________________________________________<br /><br />I lost my friend to cancer yesterday evening. Since then I’ve just been too filled with questions. I know my take on life at this point of time would come across as something very cynical but that’s exactly what I’m feeling now. <br /><br />Life is nothing but a bloody struggle. All everyone does all their lives is run. You’re running behind something or the other. And what are we running so hopelessly behind? Money! There’s no time to wait and have fun. No, life’s certainly not a party! <br />The first half of your life is spent studying. One exam gets over, it leads to the other. And then you look for jobs. Some get it, some don’t. If job’s not an issue, marriage is. Your marriage is on the rocks or you're just too busy showing you're happy when you're not. And then you have a kid. The kid has his own set of problems. If nothing else, someone is detected with some horrible disease or some unexpected incident occurs which just turns your life upside down. What the fuck. What’s the point of all this! Everybody dies at the end. Period. <br />What made living so tough? So tiring?<br />I mean, every single thing seems so meaningless now. I can jump out of the window right this second and it really wouldn’t matter to me. <br /><br />I know what you’re thinking and I also know that you have a lot to say but I know all of that. I do. I always thought one’s purpose in life is to grow and staying content is the most important thing. And that the way we perceive the things life throws at us, matters a hell lot. Yes, I know that but now <strong>nothing</strong> makes sense.<br /><br />I wish to bounce back soon. <br />And sorry for the super gloomy post.oRange*http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239294667530000687noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410566061514713104.post-8265477630000518212010-03-25T09:19:00.000-07:002010-03-25T09:41:03.115-07:00I want a pet.Osho,<br /><br />I know you’re up there and I know you’re reading this. You know what, I always thought you to be really sensible and I absolutely adore your views about stuff. You have such a unique way of looking at things! People around give me weird looks when they hear I read your books but I always stand up for you.<br />Ya so, my friend who btw is the only Osho fan I’ve met in my vicinity, and I planned to visit your ashram one weekend but the fucking ticket costs a whooping Rs. 950! Not that I’m seeing you alive, honey! If you were sitting inside then 950 would be nothing but paying 950 just to walk on those lush green lawns and to see people meditating around is such a waste of precious precious money. You don’t want me dying of guilt with every step I take inside your ashram, do you? So, I am not going. You will not see me there and I am mighty miffed. And you’re smiling, sitting up there. You always do.<br />And btw, how are the Osho chappals related to you? I don’t know how the whole world wears them. They fucking prick me.<br /><br />Not much Love,<br />Me.<br /><br />Those who don’t know who Osho is, no you don’t need to jump off the window. Just go Google if you care. I know you don’t. Who does. Ha! :)<br /><br />P.S: Ranting about making life simple is so easy but when it comes to your own case, you don’t leave a chance to screw it up. Right? Don’t say you disagree because I’m sure all of us at one point or the other have screwed things up on our own for ourselves. It’s okay, we’re human. Shit happens. Problem is, for how long?<br /><br />Ya I know the title didnt have any connection with what I wrote but what the hell, I do want a pet.oRange*http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239294667530000687noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410566061514713104.post-52976320770503873802010-03-21T01:23:00.000-07:002010-03-21T01:37:32.942-07:00Sex, Dhoka and a beeeet of Love ;)These are just random lines concerning relationships today, I heard from my friends or about friends of friends, etc<br /><br />“Me and him ..we like have a thing yaa. You know?”<br /><br />“We’re not fuck buddies. We’re just ..umm ..like ..well ..friends with ..friends who ..ya okay ..fuck buddies. But doesn’t that sound too blunt?”<br /><br />“He was too nice and mushy so I broke up with him.”<br /><br />He: Our relationship doomed. We’re just not meant to be together. Limiting it to 'just flings' should be fine. What say?<br />She: But I still love you!<br />He: Okay, then let it be.<br /><br />“I’m going to have all the fun now and when the ‘right’ time comes, I’m going to marry the girl my parents choose for me”<br /><br />She: Oh, you guys are back? I thought she cheated on you?<br />He: Yeah, but its fine now.<br />She: Nice. Mr. Forgiving huh<br />He: I was bored dude<br /><br />He: You used me.<br />She: It was a fling. We were supposed to use each other. Remember?<br />He: But I didn’t use-use you<br />She: Oh but you know what, I used-used you<br /><br />“She rejected me. I’m going to start going to the gym. I’ll show her what she missed”<br /><br />“He was too muscular. It scared me. So I said no.”<br /><br />She1: I miss him. I hate this moving on phase. It’s takes so much time<br />She2: Ya I know, memories and all that<br />She1: Ya ..stuff like he picking me up and dropping me to college and helping me with Math ..and ..<br />She2: Ya. That too :\<br /><br />She: Don’t cheat on her. She might just do emotional attyachar on you!<br />He: Hahahha! No. She’s camera shy!<br />She: whihdiklewfwpejkldfcwepjdkl;cwe9dpo!<br /><br />He: Okay, she called. I’m going. Her house is free.<br />She: Oye, there’s something called ‘mood’<br />He: Fuck mood. We hardly ever get a proper place!<br /><br />“He was so perfect ..I can’t move on!”<br /><br />He: It’s love. I love her so much. She’s the one I’ll marry! I just know it<br />She: But it’s hardly been a week!<br />He: So?<br />She: Okay.<br /><br />“Our lifestyles didn’t match. He would go partying every night and I would sit at home waiting for him to call or message!”<br /><br />“I don’t care if we have a future or not. I just want him for NOW”<br /><br />Is it just me or were relationships way simpler before?<br />And then parents say “What problems do you have ha!”<br />Riiight. Sure.oRange*http://www.blogger.com/profile/03239294667530000687noreply@blogger.com38