Such a cow.

Undecided.

2011-10-15T08:44:00.000-07:00

Hi, you guys! Cutting a long blogpost short, real short, I've moved to Tumblr for the time being only and only and only cause I don't have the time to write my heart and lungs out. :(

See me on Undecided if you wish to. (Fuck your wishes because you *must* see me there.)

No, I'm not aborting Such a Cow. STOP CRYING.

Meanwhile, watch this space for more. (If and when I get the time.)

Have fun, act funny!

^.^

2011-10-06T00:59:00.001-07:00

Reality check, y'all.

2011-10-03T07:49:00.000-07:00

It is NOT always PIXIE DUST.

You might want to use a broom and reach out to YOUR ceiling.

Not.

Yes. Reality.

Thank me later!

D'aw!

2011-10-03T07:03:00.000-07:00

The stars don't mingle with us.

2011-09-30T08:31:00.000-07:00

Courtesy: Rochelle: ❤

I hit the lowies after a horrible exam today and decided to go shopping to hit the highies. Ended up shopping for marker pens so I could study my answers better. Turning into a stationary freak nerd feels mindblowingly sexy, okay? Okay.

I rarely undo. What is done, is done. You don't undo in life, man. You just don't.

Those stars look so retarded.

I have been spending over 8 hours at the college library every single day and I come home feeling raped. ;(

I found a dead starfish in my bag today. Held it in my hand and it turned to powder. Like one of those magical things that happen in magic movies? Only, it felt so much more gross. EEWW. Whatever happens in movies must stay in movies only. Fucking gross. Dead babies seem so much cooler now.

My Mum's question was, what was a starfish, a dead starfish, doing in my bag anyway? :|

Hadn't emptied that bag since my trip in May. Hopeless.

3 more months to go before we get done with the year. Sad / happy / dead already / I'm busy eating cookies and I don't care?

I loveth my short hair more than I love my pet dinosaur. ^.^

I'm writing you a bye-bye note and sealing it with a sloppy kiss. Because I like it disgusting. Heehee.

Give cake a chance.

2011-09-18T03:17:00.000-07:00

Logging in here today is equal to pulling out my little black book, grabbing a pencil (because I loveth pencils), quickly scribbling a tiny note in some dirty writing and shutting the book up. Basically, no time I got to spare for the blog. : (

I'd love to update you boys and girls on the sexiness that my life has become, but time is like the husband I don't have, as yet. What a saddies. Meanwhile, you boys and girls continue flooding me with fan mails.

(NO, NOBODY WRITES ME ANY FAN MAIL AND THIS IS A SUBTLE HINT AND YOU GUYS SHOULD WRITE TO ME AND TELL ME HOW YOU CRY UGLY RIVERS OF TEARS AT NIGHT BECAUSE I HAVEN'T BLOGGED IN A WHILE.)

We haz 301 followers in 4 years and WAIT A MINUTE, it is September and technically, it is Such a Cow's birthday. :D

LOLWHAT. Birdie or no birdie, I wishy my blog a Happy Birthday! ^.^

Damn them celebrations. Exams in Godaloneknowshowmanydays.

There is a little bit of cake I sent for everyone! Go check your refrigerators! *Magic eyes*

What I said.

2011-09-02T08:33:00.000-07:00

In class today, out of sheer boredom, I made me a to do list. BIG MISTAKE. Now the paranoid part of me won't let the chilled out part of me sleep in peace. Not even in class. :(

Do me a favour, never make a to do list unless you want to get back at yourself for some funny reason.

Everything's on the list. From completion of around 7 assignments to meeting people before they leave the country (Yes, there are people on my 'to-do' list.) to getting a haircut. There is no hair on my boyish head to cut, yet I want a haircut because I want one. I know my 'to-do' list hardly sounds important to you, but yeah hello! I'm no President either.

We do things on our to do lists, Presidents do countries on theirs.

Then, to beat the depression, I purchased me some new notepads and colour pens and pouches and pens and pencils and such. :/ Do not ask me what grade I am in, okay? It's none of your business if I'm a stationaryholic. *weepy*

Must I delay things? NO, YOU MUST NOT DELAY THINGS, I.

Look, whoever this Ichigo is, I feel sorry for him / her/ it. :(

As much as I hatings September, come mid September and there's a tiny beautiful monsoon weekend break away from Bombay waiting for me. I'm such a bum, I might start packing for it already. :3

The travel fairy is making babies with my life.

"If I were a boy, I'm pretty sure I would've been gay." - Me. *flying kissie to me*

Hanging cookies by threads.

2011-08-29T08:49:00.000-07:00

Hi! Hi! Hi! I turned 20. Cow turned 20. My Mum's kid turned 20. My neighbour's neighbour turned 20. Your coolest blogger turned 20.

I don't know what to say. A day before my birthday, my Mum was busy telling her friend over the phone how her kid's going to turn 18 next day. (Yes, I'm sure she doesn't have another secret 18 year old kid.) Sigh. I did not react at all. Just sat there flipping channels. My own mum doesn't remember how old I am. SO CUTE. :---|

Anyway, birthday went smooth and it went nice and it went quiet.

Now, I got to act more responsible and old. Probably, start dressing old and talking old. With a heavy voice and all that. Haha! Not happening, God.

Anyway, apart from all that, I'm just so glad we're done with more than half of the year and only a little bit of it left to be dealt with. The year is just being vague and odd and nice, yet very odd. Like one of those creepy neighbours who are nice to you, but you never know, they're probably peep-Tom-ing on you? That.

Wondering if I'll be in the same city same time next year. Can not wait to find out. PLEASE TELL ME, UNIVERSE.

Been Hawaii dancing through my days and nothing spectacular's been happening. No, I haven't learnt the art of surfing on waves or not like I found a bag full of cash and cake hidden somewhere. Nothing. I'm pretty much broke in fact. Waiting for Life to throw me a sugar daddy. Fuck lemons. LOL JK.

It'd be fun to break into a Hawaiian dance in the middle of a gathering. HEEHEEX.

Have fun, you guys!

Oh wait,

That's Miss Boing Boing. Hahaha WTF.

Eating my happy.

2011-08-21T06:02:00.000-07:00

(My red pants love you.)

I LOVE MY LIFE.

The travel break was like that hot cup of chai on a miserable rainy dreanchy morning. Now that I'm back, even the thought of it makes me want to kiss my life like a lover. Wheeeexiewowza.

Spent so much of time by empty beaches under the full moon, waiting for the sun to set, crawling barefoot through thick forests, yanking out pokey thorns from the feet, hogging on the local free fish curry, running around for cover in the rain, Nutella pancakes, masala chai and gulping down honey while at the beach cafe and staying up through the night talking to strange strangers I'm sure I will never see again. :) Filmy mode is on, Manorama.

Trust me, I love my batchmates. The sad bit is, I missed out on knowing them during the 3 years that they've been in my class.

They taught me how to roll a joint like a perfectionist. (DON'T TELL MA MOMMY.) No, I'm just a passive smoker. Learning to roll one never hurt anyone but.

Happy always comes your way. You just need to hit pause and take a nice swim in happy.

After a point during our 4/5 day escape, we couldn't be bothered to capture our escape in a camera. :)

I'm marrying a Nutella pancake. Yea, Mum, that's final.

(Picture Courtesy: Everybody. Mostly.)

Quickie.

2011-08-12T23:15:00.000-07:00

Mini break begins. Almost about to leave the city. Got no bookings or nothing at all. Will be by the beach in the monsoon. No, not Goa. Barely know my travel buddies. This. is. going. to. be. fun.

I LOVE TRAVEL BREAKS AS MUCH AS I LOVE TRAVEL BREAKS.

You guys, have lots of fun!

If I die, I'm taking my blog along. HEEHEE.

Jeez, you're still around?

2011-08-01T08:56:00.000-07:00

This is the 5th Monday I have skipped, in general, in life. Y'know, like skip college and simply laze around like a sleepy cat? Except that I hate cats. I love this new skipping Monday business that I'v started. WHEEEHEE! And then, download a million movies and then there always is the television and the couch. Such a cute little life it is! Only, the thing about being home alone is, nobody cooks anything for you and I'm so lazy, I can fake a full stomach and continue to run through movies and find my version of reality hidden in some of them and go totally like aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah everytime I spot someone worth spotting. I think the relationship I share with my television and its content is the best example ever of a 'no strings attached' relationship. I like it how life allows me to go bake myself some tea. Yes, bake. No, not make. Because I can. And then I can sleep the rest of the day off and God, can I sleep endlessly or what! I wish I could file it as a talent. Then sometime when I'm fiddling with my phone, I'll probably go say hello to my inbox and reply to texts I'v forgotten to reply to. I keep forgetting to reply to texts, man. I'm sure it offends people, but I can't help it since I don't do it on purpose. I get my brand new electric aqua blue glasses tomorrow and I'm so kicked about wearing them and annoying the fuck out of my Mum. Stepping out of Monday, can not wait for mid August to get here. I'm getting out of the city and I have no idea where we'r heading, but I am getting out of the city for a couple of days. And then later in August is my birthday. WHEEEXXIE! I'm supposed to gather some trash off Google for an assignment and I must go. Bye!

(This is one of 'those' posts where the right side of me talks to the left. You're not obliged to read it. Flying kisses for those who did anyway!)

Your foot, my soul.

2011-07-28T07:35:00.000-07:00

Today, I got called cynical.

Tomorrow, they'll call me an obese monster who steals cookies and tea.

Then, another tomorrow they'll call me an Oprah Winfrey who won't shut the fuck up.

But, if I make sure I claw the faces of these people and scar them for life so not even Photoshop can make them look like Cinderella, I think things should be fine.

I swear on my collection of jholas, I'm highly put off at being called THAT. It's okay, cynicism is going to be the next cool thing to be in town. HA.

Extract me out my college, please? *whimpers*

I'm so cynical I don't trust furry little animals with big sad eyes. - Urban Dictionary.

LOLMAO. I'd love to be a cynic if we live the UrbanDictionary way. =D

Nicey is what nicey eats.

2011-07-24T06:21:00.000-07:00

I just gifted myself a week long break ^.^

I can't wait to buy myself a tinnnnnnnny apartment and do it up myself. I know, I know I'v said this before. Fairylights and bright colours that blind you and mirrors and bells. WHY AINT I A CHILD PRODIGY WHO IS ALREADY THE CEO OF SOME COMPANY? ;(

Or, ~~I could become a conman~~. No, too much effort. ~~Hahaha I love this thing that draws a line across my words.~~ Someday I'll write a whole post and cut it like that because I can.

The smaller the house, the bigger the heart. Very true.

I hate my class. I love college. I love red ink. I hate muck. I love Dream Cream. I hate being sick. I love being unsick. I love my course. I hate feminists. I love cotton. I hate technology. Technology hates me. End of life. Enough. I'm bored.

The intermission is going on.

Listening to cute mushy tracks on loop does not mean you're in love, turd. I'm playing Suno Nah - Jhankaar Beats at a ear blasting volume on loop because I love the movie and I love Shayan Munshi and I'm thinking about how I'm going to get rid of the pregnant cat sitting outside my door. AM I IN LOVE? No, right? -.-

Now that you're here, check the track and the movie and Shayan out because you must.

Also, I really don't know what to do with the cat. I hate cats. Don't give me suggestions unless they involve you coming over and towing her away.

What's the procedure to miss people, sir? Because apparently you gotta miss people to feel human. Meh.

Also, you know what's awesome? Ze blog haz had 2050 comments! Help me reach 5020. HEEHEE.

Chalbye!

Happy magnet.

2011-07-18T02:00:00.000-07:00

Hi. I'msodead. Bye.

I'm ice skating through my days. Except for the 'ice skating' bit, it's true. Like, you know, going zooom zoooooom zoooooooooooooooooooom through the day and then the speed breaker is when my head hits the pillow and then repeat. And sometimes, when sitting like a zombie in a train, I'll ask Life for a doughnut. Not that I ever get one, yet. HAVING KITTEN EYES HELPS NO MORE, FUCKER!

I'm losing weight. That equals to losing my mind and loosing of my denims. I hate it (like I hate it.). The other day, I was wearing denims and got drenched in the pretty rains and my pants wouldn't stop slipping down. (No TWSS intended.) I was in college and pleaded to anyone / everyone on Twitter around town to lend me a BELT. Not that I got one, yet.

And the next person to give me 'eat well' advice is going to be fucking shot thrice in the tummy because I eat well. Some of us have an insane rate of metabolism you know. Do I sound angry? Good.

I attended this two day workshop on Child Sexual Abuse awareness this weekend 'cause I'm slated to work with Childline. Trust me, humans are disgusting. Full stop.

I haven't had cake in so long, I think I'm out of practice. HEE HEE. Throw me a surprise cake party, GOD.

I'm going to lose my teenageity in 40 days from now. I make it sound like losing virginity or something. I'm sure it feels equally heartbarfing. Hai nah? I hope wanting to kick kittens continues to be ethically legit once you're no longer a teen. :)

Oh, come on! Don't go all 'why would you want to kick kittens' on me now. -.-

I love biscuits, too!

No, I'm no Potter fan. Just. For the lulz.

Hey, my name is Jizz.

2011-07-10T07:44:00.000-07:00

No, my name is not Pinkie and I am not a pie. I watch you because I can.

Isn't that poster cute? Creepy and cute.

Look what my favorite most friend stole for me! A PEN FROM SWITZERLAND WITH A COW ON IT. :D Yes, he stole it from his intern for me. Heehee. What else are interns meant for anyway? To be bullied. That cow has such a cute ass, I want to chuckle.

Done for the post. Hop away, rabbits!

Your face is a monkey.

2011-06-29T09:07:00.000-07:00

I am such a chilled out soul, I want to call my blog 'Such a chilled out Cow'. Except that I will not.

My days are locked in this merry go round schedule. Round and round and round and round and round and round and round...you get the point, right? I'm walking through people and pissing a couple off, but I don't care no more cause you ain't noone to blame me for the busy in my life, Shawty! Geddit?

I love kids. I really do. Kids love me. They really do. Stopyourtrainofthoughtsrightthere. I am too young to be a pedophile. OKAY?

All I do all day long is play a track on loop. That's my way of fooling myself into believing that the day won't end and will continue to play itself on loop. Talk about convenience, bitchez! That reminds me, CAN I DATE MY PLAYLIST BECAUSE IT'S THE ONLY THING THAT HAPPENS TO READ MY MIND RIGHT? Can I?

When I learn to drive, I'm going to make sure I drive my car while under a shower because I like the way how car wipers work. The way they move their booty, it's so beautiful and full of drama.

I have happy in my life and I have funny in my life and I want you to listen to Sweet Disposition - The Temper Trap from 500 Days of Summer because you must.

My life can haz meaning. Does yours? DOES YOURS? TELL ME RIGHT NOW.

I like typing in block letters. It just looks neater and funnier. Hee hee. Bye!

Whaazeta bullshito.

2011-06-24T08:33:00.000-07:00

I'v survived 10 days of college already. *drags feet as she walks into the room*

And, there's work after college. *collapses*

But, I CAN ENJOY SO MANY SLEEP BREAKS DURING COLLEGE BECAUSE 3/6 OF MY SUBJECTS ARE TAKEN BY A VISUALLY CHALLENGED PROFESSOR. *break dances*

I know, I know, I know I'm a stone to have said that. Well then, talk to the stone hand! I can cut me some slack and eat it too.

Do you ever feel a people-wave coming your way? Y'know, like the heat-wave? People-wave? I do. I have no clue how to deal with that shit. I hide.

The planet's turning into one clone company. Everybody is like everybody. Blegh. Straightened hair, skinny jeans, handbags, same rainwear, princess umbrellas, checked shorts, guitars, fair and lovely faces yadda yadda yadda! Sometimes, while waiting for people to shut the fuck up, I wonder how long will it take to burn the whole planet down and rebuild humankind from scratch.

WHERE HAVE ALL THE INTERESTING PEOPLE GONE?

They are blogging, says me.

Before I go vroom vroom boom boom and cross all levels of self praise and put you off, I'm off.

Oh, the post title makes zero sense.

Swirling like a planet.

2011-06-17T08:56:00.000-07:00

You know smileys take turns to govern the several phases of our life, right? Like, there will be this phase when you will smile patiently and try and not act wild and butcher the world into tiny tiny pieces, then that one phase when you won't stop grinning because somebodies ass is on fire, then one where you will find yourself a hot neighbour and won't stop winking, one where you will tend to say things you think are funny and nobody else thinks the same and you will be left sticking your tongue out to avoid the awkward silence. And, then one day that adorable looking straightface clings itself to your life. Yes, I'm cat walking through that phase. :|

Somebody tell me if Karma really works. Is there a proof, a victim, anything at all? Because, if it doesn't work, trust me, I don't want to waste my life not doing a lot of evil to people only because I am so scared all the time that it will come back and y'know, bite my bum or burn my hair or eat away my weight.

Jeez, I spoke too much. Did I?

Moving in and out. It's 'that' time. I'd want you to know. Hand me an eraser to erase all those doodles I left behind, please?

*Looks into outer space as she completes those lines*

OHEEMGEE WAIT. Did you just call me an emo blogger? Hippo poop all over your face, yeah. *mutters*

Scattered rainbow colours.

2011-06-14T05:34:00.000-07:00

It's the second day of college and I already skipped classes today. Not my mistake. It was sow gloomy and sad and rainy outside when I woke up, the heavens put me off to sleep. :O

I'm kicked about college.

I'm 19. Going to turn 20 in 2 months from now. I went to a theater to watch a movie yesterday. The movie had an 'A' rating. The guards outside tried to convince ME that I am not an adult. They wouldn't believe my age identification proof. I was let in only after I threw a tantrum and asked to see their superiors. Humans love being told they don't look their age. Does not apply in my case. Heard me, Universe?

I'm kicked about life otherwise.

I'v entered that phase of lifehood where you start drooling and fantasizing about Universities to the extent that you visit their Facebook page even.

If you live in Bombay, you already know it. THE MONSOON IS HERE. RRRRUUUUNNNN! I had this friend who came to Bombay from the North East when he was 17 and stayed locked up at home all day, all week with windows shut for over 2 months of college during the monsoon cause the rains scared the shit and poop out of him. Hee hee. Chill the fuck out, monsoon. Will ya?

I want to write a special 'Thank You' note, thanking God for blenders. These weeks that I spent at home, I have exploited my blender dry. I must have put in every possible edible thing and blended it because I was so bored to chew it. Good ol' days of vacation! Sigh.

Anyway. Look sane, go bonkers! Bai.

Wanderlust.

2011-06-09T09:05:00.000-07:00

Hi. How are you? I got back to ze city a couple of days back. Overall, my summer has been mildly pleasant. (Ugh! I never get the spelling of 'pleasant' right.) I'm sort of too exhausted to talk about my holiday. Good thing, right? It was too quiet, refreshing, much needed and beautiful to talk about. I even gained 0.25 kgs while on vacation. That lovely.

I just can not seem to write the beauty of it out.

South India is fucking farking holy shmoly beautiful. It's a shame I don't get to visit my native too often.

I'll shut up and let 'Cow meets the Camera' take over?

Empty beach! *squeals*

Look what I found! They were all over the beach. Dead, obviously. They all now sit pretty in my house.

She used to be my nanny everytime we visited the native as kids. Too bad she hardly remembers me. *sad*

I do realize I am extremely lucky when it comes to beaches. I find them empty at all times. Told you earlier I'm a cool drink to hang out with.

In all honesty, I'm finding it real odd to blog. Like, you know how it gets awkward and quiet between two people? Like that. I'm not being dramatic. I guess my head's still stuck in vacation mode. I'm never short of things to write about usually, y'know?

Okaythenheresanawkwardbye!

You'v got a note.

2011-05-23T08:58:00.000-07:00

Aaaaaaaaaaaaand I will now show you how an awesomesauce blogger makes a disappearing appearance. *disappears*

You guys, play evil, fake goodness and have lots of fun! I'm off to spend the last bit of my summer out of the city.

Bye!

Cookies don't crumble. They get eaten up.

2011-05-11T07:05:00.000-07:00

I'm ODing on wafer-biscuits. Anybody remembers Pickwick? Those ones. No wait, how can you guys not know about them?

I'd had a little tiff with my mother over the weekend. To make up for it, I decided to take her shopping to a supermarket on Mother's Day. AND YOU KNOW HOW I HATE SUPERMARKETS. I made her pay for it. I nearly threw a tantrum until she agreed to let me buy those wafer-biscuits in all flavours. Hee hee. Now, we have so many of them at home, I think I'm bored of eating them already. :/

Anyway, because my blog is magical and things I write here come true yadda yadda filana filana, I want to experience paranormal activity. Atleast once in my life. Please?

It's funny when people tell me that they think my blog is funny. I don't know what to say. The tragedy of my life is the funny of yours? Sigh.

Friend 1: Hey! I'm dating someone.
Me: Oh, great.
Friend 2: Hey! My relationship is almost a year old.
Me: WOW THAT IS SO AWESOME.
(insert awkward silence)
Friend 2 and 1: So, when are you giving us the good news?
Me (in real): Ah, well, ohwaitIreallyhavetorushhome. Bye.
Me (in my head): Bitches, since when did dating someone be termed as 'giving good news'? I thought that had to do with making babies alone. WHATSHITAREYOUBOTHHIGHON?

Can people, for heaven's sake, stop embarrassing me?

I wish I could blog out here while on the move. You guys would be dead laughing, considering the kind of people I tend to hang out with.

I want to hold a party for all my awkward and horrible dancer friends alone. I really think we deserve some importance and I guess in the company of each other we will feel just fine.

While on Facebook, I figured I do not know half these people in my college. What, I spend my time in college talking to walls or what? I'm in my final year now and I am going to go out there and know everybody there is to know. Just you wait. Let college begin.

Considering the fact that I rarely ever 'hang out' with people from my college, my family is thoroughly convinced that I get beaten up and ragged in college. :) What family is this!

Hey. I'm living underground. Bye.

Hiding behind a glass door.

2011-05-08T07:10:00.000-07:00

Just how many of you instantly feel happy when you see happy?

I'v had a cute little first week of May. I'm finally breathing. In the sense, the head finally feels unclogged. I'v been blogging well, people have been reading my nonsense, I'm at a 249, my blog looks fabulously pretty to me, batchmates are behind my life to link them to my blog (something I refuse to do.) and, I'm just glad April's over. I'm blogcentric like that.

Otherwise, non-blogwise, this week has been so full of drama. Remember, I asked for filmy drama in life? I got filmy drama in life. And then I almost passed out of drama overdose. My blog's magical. The things I write on it dance their way into my life. Say, 6 on 10 times. Am I supposed to be happy about this?

Dear batchmates, if you are reading this, please to shut the tab else elephants will walk and potty all over you on your next trip to Africa.

Do you even realize how important rubber bands are? The whole concept of life and fuckmylife is designed based on the working of a rubber band. Imagine being tied to a band and stretched far out into the Universe and then BOOM, let out. You're going to be thrown up in the air and you will fall right down. Your language, you call it mood swings. Why am I even discussing these things with you?

I found some burnt ash in one of my drawers. That ash they give out in temples? I'v been eating it when bored. God alone knows how safe it is. I'm telling you, I'd go live in a South Indian temple if they allowed me to eat spoonfuls of burnt ash whenever. It's just so tasty.

I feel so old. About to turn 20 in another 3 months. Horrible. x( Who will ever find out if I pretend to be 18 turning 19 for another 4 years? Nobody will. Till then, EVERYBODY DANCE NOW!

Mad circles, love.

2011-05-04T09:41:00.000-07:00

Don't you simply love annoying people? I do. So much. Say 6/10 things I do in a day are to annoy the fuck out of people. And, it is not funny.

The room now has orange curtains. They are so orange, in the mornings, the room looks like it is on fire. Like, Shawty fire burning, fire burning on the dance floor. I think I'm going to have to wear goggles while in the house. Goggles. LMAO. I love using redundant words. Goggles.

WHAT? I don't know what to type next.

I am 20 days away from my official summer vacation. ^_________^

I'm a cold drink. When people are pissed at me, I'm cool in the head. When people are pissed at themselves, I'm cool in the head. When people are pissed at planet Earth, I'm cool in the head. I don't get the point of anger. Anger is not human enough to solve your problems is what I tell my disciples. Jesus had disciples. I don't have real disciples.

Fashion blogs depress me. Who gives these people the money to buy, wear and pimp such stuff?

My presence in a room is so inconspicuous that my maid walks in, does all her work and locks me in once she leaves because she 'forgot' that I was still inside my frigging house. I guess inconspicuous is the new hot. *nervous laughter*

*storms out*

House of Neon.

2011-04-30T08:40:00.000-07:00

All colours in the neon form are eye catching. No? Right now, I want want want a neon green or orange coloured jhola.

I'm still head bobbing to music from the 90s.

I was born to fall in love with my house. Like, my apartment. I can stay in for 7 complete days and not feel odd or sick. I'm doing that right now and that is exactly what makes me sound happy all the frigging time. :)

Do I need therapy?

I love housework. Feeds my OCD and it feeds my OCD. Oh, go ahead and judge me, but while I am home, I'm always thinking of when to do the dishes and clear my drawers and clean the kitchen mess up and change the covers and curtains and all that. My maid loves me. It just makes me so happy to see my place all clean and cleared up when the mother comes back home late and tells me how I am going to make such an amazing home-maker. Wait, I need to write shorter sentences.

April's coming to an end, April's coming to an end, April's coming to an end, April's coming to an end. You know how horrible April's been to me? Godawful month. I mean, what kind of an April is it anyway if I don't choke on mangoes?

I can't wait to get married and do all the housework. OMGoodG, can I stop talking ridiculous?

Have I told you I love surprising people? I give the best surprises. What if I delete my blog and surprise you guys? Oh no, you guys aren't getting all that lucky.

A month and half for my final year in college to begin. *ugly, horrible cupcake shower*

Oh same time last week, I was watching a Jonathan Rhys Meyers movie. Why, why, why can't that guy walk out of the TV screen and and and...damn, those lips. Sigh. He needs to sign movies more often. I can't watch Bend it like Beckham on loop for all my life, JRM. :(

Headsville.

2011-04-28T01:30:00.000-07:00

I prefer living inside my head. No, really.

WHY CAN'T FILMY SCENES OCCUR MORE THAN LESS OFTEN IN MY LIFE? :@

I want to wake up to an absolutely cool haircut, with a new contact number, memory loss will do, a colourful room full of mirrors and silver tiny cow bells and fairy lights, a new name maybe? Oh, have I told you I'v always wanted this mysterious sounding Indian name my mom and dad obviously couldn't name me after? Bleh. Anyway. I WANT TO WAKE UP IN A NEW COUNTRY. And then, spend atleast a month or two lazing around spending time and money on food and self. Like a boss.

I want too much.

The other day, I was talking to Kay about how I want to go back to those times when we used to listen to cassettes. Does anybody remember these things? Dear snobs, they looked like this, you know.

I plan way too many things in my head. It's taking a toll on my real life. :S

Anyway. All that apart, I have been listening to some real awesome Bollywood music from the 90's. You know, Darr, Gupt, Monsoon Wedding, Mohra, Vishwatma, Stereo Nation and all that? I LOVE THESE TRACKS. Anybody?

I'v grown up listening to these tracks while in the babysitting. We kids at the babysitter's thought Bobby Deol was the hottest human walking the Earth. I'm sorry, I wasn't a cool kid like most of you guys who grew up reading Harry Potter and what not shit. Kthanxbai.

OMGLOL. My playlist is pure love. *hearts*

New post new post new post.

2011-04-19T08:39:00.000-07:00

I took to paper and pencil today. No, it's not some kind of a battle, but, you know, I just like writing with pencils and I am going to do that more often now. Pencils pencils pencils pencils pencils. *runs about in circles*

Walking around the house in my dad's shorts makes me feel just like him. :) Dad's shorts dad's shorts dad's shorts dad's shorts dad's shorts dad's shorts.

I seriously do not have blogs to read. Why don't interesting people blog anymore? I need new blogs to follow. New blogs new blogs new blogs new blogs new blogs new blogs.

I'm building up a new playlist and most of the tracks are by Ingrid Michaelson. Do you like her? Oh, I love her. Love her love her love her love her love her love her.

EVERYONE NEEDS TO CHILL THE FUCK OUT IN LIFE AND STOP TRYING TO PROVE A POINT, MAN. Chill the fuck out chill the fuck out chill the fuck out chill the fuck out chill the fuck out.

I'm going to name my kid Karma. Cause, in the end, Karma bites. I'm waiting for Karma to bite your bum. Bite your bum bite your bum bite your bum bite your bum.

I need to gain weight this summer break. If not 'gain gain' weight, atleast gain some weight in the right places, you know? *winky* Right places right places right places right places right places.

Sometimes, I embarrass myself. This post was one of those times. :|

I put the muddled in the puzzled.

2011-04-17T09:23:00.000-07:00

Crowded head. :)

I'm taking forever to figure things out, man. Exactly how long does forever last?

A chocolate cake the size of a wedding cake will do me a lot good right now. *nods*

Honestly, WTf is that Gif Image up there about? *crazy eyes*

Sky painting.

2011-04-11T09:02:00.000-07:00

I'm sorry if I sound whatever I sound like, but I love this picture of mine. Up there! It just clears the clutter in my head.

I'v been wanting to watch Requiem for a Dream for a while now. I did. Beautiful.

I'm caught between wanting to be productive and wanting to allow myself to sink into a bean bag and curl up for the rest of the summer. I CAN NOT MAKE UP MY FUCKING MIND. Whattodo?

You know, sometimes, a single person on a single day completely turns your plan for life a whole 180 degrees? That happened to me. Let us hope much good comes out of this. :)

My head feels beautiful and light. In my head, it's monsoon.

You own them shooting stars.

2011-04-05T00:00:00.000-07:00

It's creepy how quickly I fall in love with empty places. According to the mother, it is a matter of concern.

I must have said it a million times and I'm going to say it again: The next World Cup is going to be held in Australia and New Zealand. And, I want to be there. No kidding. I am an Australian supporter and nothing would make me happier than watching Australia play the World Cup on their homeground. Nothing. So, the plan is to plan it out, graduate (hopefully), post-graduate (hopefully), work, save plenty and when I am 23, pack off to Australia around the same time as the World Cup. I got 4 years to work on my genius plan. It's almost like I can't stop thinking about it!

Anyway, somebody found me this: Stereo mood. I think it's cutely funny. Music gobblers, check.

I miss my bestie so fucking farking frigging much right now, it isn't even funny. One of those days when I want to smack Earth's ass and place India right next to UK.

What country would you want to be neighbours with?

I just found it in one of my folders! Clicked it while in Darjeeling. One of those pictures where people aren't really aware of being clicked? This picture makes me so happy! They're siblings. Must go share the picture with them. And then, charge them for it.

The best decisions are taken in the shower. Just saying.

2011-04-04T05:56:00.000-07:00

Hello! I'M GOING TO BLOG MORE OFTEN, GUYS! Eh, why do I see frustrated faces? You guys must jump around the room 'cause yes, I am going to blog more often. :D

Okay, dont jump around. =(

The only problem being, I am having a bit of a straightface phase and therefore might, I repeat, might sound a tad bit too PMSed. Oh by the way, did you know that most women don't want to admit to being PMSed? Long social theory behind it. Sigh.

I am slowly slipping into the no-contact zone. :) Last time I did that, it was merely out of sheer boredom. This time, it's out of fedup-dom. I need to vent it out somewhere, and hence I figured I had to had to blog more often.

Anyway. I'm giving myself a month. I am as puzzled in my head as I sound. I can't think clearly and steadily. I need a brain-wash. You know, like a car-wash? I need to shove a to-do list into my face. I need to sleep and wake up happy. I need to get done with summer school and probably not meet people for a bit. I have a feeling April's going to be tough.

I went to a supermarket today. For the first time in 50 years. Gosh, do they play horrible music or what? All they played was Enrique. I was wondering, what IF I become a DJ at a supermarket? Damn chilled out my life will be. Oh, and I can not handle carts. Grr. I have to struggle the life and death out of me to push them around. WTF. I don't like supermarkets. Bleh.

So, see you guys around more often than more often? :)

I hate to foresee. I hate to foresee horrible things.I like it black or I like white. As long as I am not in the grey area, I like it all.

Think my thoughts, pretty please?

2011-04-02T01:54:00.000-07:00

Ohmigosh. I don't get the point of this post already.

I was just thinking the other day, after someone tweeted this thought out, 'Am I anybody's type?' Like, you know, I usually can not think philosophical shit. Not even when I am bored. Somehow this question's made its way to my head. And, it's not about being your loverboy / lovergirl's type alone. It's about people. People in general. I'd ~~sell my soul~~ rent my soul out to find this bunch of people who think my thoughts. Gedding it?

Is there ANYBODY who'd rather pick a tiny lil studio apartment over a plush den? Anybody who doesn't watch sitcoms for no reason at all? Anybody who listens to music with ears shut? Atleast that's what I do.

Why is it that I haven't come across too many people of this (my) sort? Like yeah, I always told my mommie that I want to be something different, but well, not this different. :|

You guys, don't you think about this shiznit?

You make me happy. You won't be around for too long. I have words in my pocket and I am going to write them down. Fairy lights make me happy. You won't let me question. There's laughter and there's cheer. We are beautiful people. I see us disappear, soonest.

In a crowded place.

2011-03-31T09:59:00.000-07:00

Courtesy: Cow meets the Camera

*screams*

I'm just sow happy because as stupid as it sounds, I finally got / managed to find the new version of Blogspot that allows me to upload bigger pictures.

*jiggies*

All along I felt like such an unwanted kid, man. With blogspot not allowing me to upload big big pictures, I was considering changing the blog name to 'Such an unwanted Cow'. True. But, that's all a part of the past. *flips hair violently*

Do you sense the melodrama? Do you? Do you? That's how happy I am, yo!

That picture up there, clicked by yours truely. I love, love, love payals. I wear them on almost all days. I love hanging in and out with people who wear payals. I love having the tinkling sound around me all the time. Very creepy and beautiful it sounds. :)

I'm happeh.

The rolling vagabond.

2011-03-26T06:27:00.000-07:00

I inaugurated my summer break at a beach. Because I am cool like that and I'm allowed to be like that. Three of us randomly packed ourselves off to a beach around Alibaug and the rest is now a part of my history. We had almost a 6 km long beach all to only the three of us-selves. No kidding. Beaches are not over rated. :)

A couple of pictures from there. Be jealous.

This guy, I wanted to help him bag a role in the movies. With all that filmy horse riding on the empty beach and all.

This one is a personal favourite. The prints on the left belong to Cow. I walk like such a duck. :[

See, see! Not a soul apart from us for miles.

And, the best bit was, it din't feel summer-ish at all. Anyway, you know, they say that the sea pulls you towards it? It's very true, very. Now I want to pack my bags and jiggy off to Gokarn. Anybody been there? My maternal native it is. I can not wait to get there. :(

Do you loveth the cow and her camera? Show me love, sponsor my trip. :|

Happyness in my pocket.

2011-03-23T22:39:00.001-07:00

I got done with exams. =D

I am sow happy I had to post that cute little thing up there.

It's throwing confetti in the air. Its black hands are invisible. Poor thing. *sad*

I can sleep it off for the next 10 days and not feel guilty. (Dreamy sigh.)

I refuse to wake up.

2011-03-17T08:01:00.000-07:00

Courtesy: Cow meets the Camera

You know how people like being busy only because it sounds all important? I used to be one of them. Then, I got busy for real and I don't like the sound or smell or sight of busy anymore. :|

I hate hate hate hate hate having to give back to back exams. I gave three of them in the last three days. All important subjects that are heavier than my tiny head. *sad face*

Then, I flopped on my bed and fell dead. Like a cat.

Today, while I was cramming up bits and pieces of Sociology into my brain an hour before my exam in the train, one aunty, overtly curious, kept popping her head into my notes. I did what any good helpful kid would do. Changed the angle of the book and made it easier for her to read. Pulled out my ear phones and head bobbed to music. Study, aunty, if that's what you want. I love nosy aunties. I can't wait to grow up to become one of them. ^.^

That picture up there, I clicked it. She's a friend. It was for a photography event. What say? The thought behind it was about tradition being a dying trend. Anybody wants to buy it? Hahaha I'm kidding. *nervous laughter*

Honestly, one more week and then I would have completed a whole month of not blogging. Seriously, you guys ought to learn to miss me and hit me with 'we miss you we will die if you dont blog' mails, man.

*frowns* Bye.

Happeh.

2011-02-24T07:10:00.000-08:00

I can not wipe the grin off my face. I earned my first ever byline in print. In a newsfuckingpaper. *shoves the paper in your face*

So. Between grinning like an idiot and grinning like an idiot, I have been grinning like an idiot. And the biggest chocolate chip on the chocolate cake being, mine was a travel story. (insert joyful squeal)

Aaaaaaand a travel story based on a place situated in the North East. A place I rave enough after. It's almost like all lovers meet their respective lovers and this one big Bollywood movie comes to a happy end ...

(Breathes in.) I must keep a check on my emotions.

In other news, summer is here. Well, almost. And, I have no summer travel plans. *sad face*

I have plenty of plans otherwise. Like, getting my hair chopped off from a roadside barber. I am very serious. What are the chances of them screwing my notsogreat hair up? Vote. Also, if you know of any such amazing 'under the tree' barber place in Bombay, be kind and direct me? Please?

Anyway. I can not wait for exams to begin and quickly finish themselves up.

I want to earn loads and buy myself a pretty and sexy camera. I want to earn myself the camera. Include me and my camerawishes in your prayers.

*Doodles a BYE! in ten different ways*

I respect my awesomeness.

2011-02-19T22:22:00.000-08:00

Quick post. Hi. How are you. Oh, I am doing very okay. Quick question: Aren't you guys fed up of having lived on Planet Earth for so long? I am. Bye.

What why? I have my exams starting in precisely 18 days and DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW MUCH I WANT TO CRY AT THE THOUGHT OF THEM EXAMS?

Bye.

Oh, wait a moment. I have a couple of pictures from the same bowring planet. Clicked them all while we pigged out at a friend's place for a movie marathon.

When Cow meets the ... you know what. Camera!

I am a sucker for such things. I love love love love them. (Basically, if you feel too generous, gift these away to me.)

Look closer. Spot the reason why I clicked the picture? :D

No? Whyareyouevealive?

It's a flower vase. Tall, dark, sexy. I should have raided my mate's place. I should have.

Okay, finally, BYE.

Holy Cow on a Fashion Blog.

2011-02-17T21:11:00.001-08:00

Courtesy: Kay ♥

Yes. I feel mini-celebrityish. Only because I was featured on my besties fashion blog. How convenient ;D

Cowness, who otherwise thinks that fashion blogs hijack way too much of limelight, now declares her love for them fashion blogs. Again, how convenient. D;

Well, it's mandatory that you go check the blog out. And, follow it. AND, leave chocolatecake like comments all over the blog. *slaps her wooden ruler against her hand*

Here: A girl, a bicycle and an old book stall.

Anyway, all of ^that fun happened when we, Cowness and Kay, decided to spend Valentines Day together. How? By walking up and down those lanes of the Fort area that no-one bothers to check out. We are awesome explorers like that. B)

My moral of the story: Bombay is farking beautiful. *tattoos a heart on Bombay's forehead*

You guys, I miss you. :) Hope y'all miss me back. You better. *sips tea with a stern look on her face*

Have a fabulous day. After you check out Purple Peeptoes that is.

PS: I am in love with those cotton pants and the worn out bag. I could cuddle them both and die.

Figured you out.

2011-02-14T07:13:00.000-08:00

Hello. :)

Right now, I am patiently smiling at every single thing on planet Earth. Patiently smiling, y'know?

I hate the way people treat people these days. Mostly, the second 'people' here includes people who aren't half as privileged and money laden as the ones belonging to the first 'people'.

Get a fucking heart, people.

Among other things, I need a secret blog. I will create one and it shall remain top secret. B)

A lot of things need to be written out, but I do not trust the Cyberspace.

I am not angry. It's the hunger in me that's sounding angry. I am waiting for dinner. Grrr.

iHappy.

2011-02-02T07:03:00.000-08:00

Morning :D

Have I told you how much I am loving this break? (insert a mad grinning face)

I have taken a whole day off today. I woke up real early, am playing some mad music right now I din't even know I owned, am scrolling downwards reading my own blog, feeling all specialz, hoping I was rich enough to have a chef bake me a cake right now, hoping I was God.

I missed watching television so fucking much. But, now I watch television all day long. (hearts pop up.)

And, I'm going to watch intelligent television too. Like, Discovery. Yes, I'm going to turn into this new smart, alert, all-knowing person.

HA! This is lovely. Just thought I must let you guys know. Be jealous.

A short coffee mug

2011-01-31T07:05:00.000-08:00

I miss writing to myself.

I'v had an overdose of socializing with people. Almost feels like I had people for breakfast, lunch and dinner. (Insert any other meal course if there ever is.) I'm sort of switching off. And, it is not simple, man.

Oh, UK English or US English? You prefer? Just asking.

I do not intend to sound like a show off, but, I won this travel-blog related event held in college. Judged by the editor of Lonely Planet. Feels fabulous. Finally I got something to tell my grandkids, y'know?

Also, It's the end of January and I'v neatly wrapped up a lot of things. My internship, submissions in college, and submissions in college. And these days, (rather, beginning from today) my schedule for the day is: Attend class super regularly, eat super healthy, sleep super baby like, spend super quality time with the family, watch super trash television and be the super boring girl next door. Day one: Check.

Do you believe in Tarot? I am not sure if I do. But, the tarot card prediction for the year made by this friend are coming true. Already. (insert dramatic music)

Anyway. Cow meets the camera, guys!

Wake up, Sid.

Hands of stone

Mating?

That's enough for today. Too much I'v entertained you. Whew.

Hilarious days, rain upon my readers :)

I have cold palms.

2011-01-24T07:20:00.000-08:00

You guys see me almost as often as India sees Obama, man! True story. No apologies. *throws bricks at herself*

I find myself at a complete loss of words every single time I begin to write. Therefore I decided I'd rather do a quick 'Cow meets the Camera' post :)

WHAT IF BLOGSPOT DECIDES TO ELIMINATE THE BLOG BECAUSE ITS OWNER'S BEEN LAZY?

Anyway. Melodrama aside.

These pictures are from this place I went to in Bombay. Details shall be posted sometime later.

Tough on Life.

I love clicking pictures of old people. Mostly because it leaves them all confused and feeling important x:) This uncle here, he kept looking into the camera for God knows how long! And then when I finally managed to get him to talk, he wouldn't stop. He insisted on taking a walk around the place even :s

Me against the light.

A very usual tree. Only, you don't find many trees around the city with those shoots hanging down.

The local adda.

I love the picture. It's filmy. It's filmy. AND, it's filmy. And they aren't posing.

Bricks or biscuits for the Cow?

How goes it on your planet, people? Anybody got married by force? Anybody choked on chocolate and fell dead? Anybody got run over by an airplane? No? Ah, boring.

Such a sad Cow.

2011-01-12T06:51:00.000-08:00

I write. You read. End of story. I talk. You hear me out. End of story. Not. Because everytime people talk, there's some talking back that happens. And more talking back. And more talking back. And the end result is? A heart-attack giving phone bill. Yes, I am extremely cheap like that.

Apart from all the kidding, I have grown sick of connecting to the world via my phone. My phone seems to annoy the life out of me. Out of nowhere. I wish to downgrade to a simpler phone. If I bring it up, my family will throw rocks at me. Hence I decided to use technology to fight technology. I have pushed my phone into the flight mode and people can contact me nomore. Plus, my phone stays switched on. Comes to use when I want to look important and punch into the keypad xD

Am I sounding too serious for my usual standards? My apologies.

MY PHONE IS ON THE FLIGHT MODE AND I AM ON NO FLIGHT AND I AM LOVING IT BECAUSE PEOPLE CAN NOT GET THROUGH TO ME. Not that many try :D

I'm wanting things I can never get. It makes me sad. No, it's not about cake or boys. Sales have begun and it doesn't excite me no more. It makes me sad. I have no company when I want to faff around at work. It makes me sad. Being sad makes me sad. now I don't even want to type anymore. I'm that sad.

Anyway, such a sad post from such a cow. Sigh. You come all the way to my blog and this is what you get? Naw. You deserve better.

I want to work for the Lonely Planet. New shizz on my agenda list. I'm going to pester every soul I know to get things moving ^-^

Anybody here can do anything for the cow? Please do. You shall go up on my wall of awesomeness. Right now, I'm the only one up there. Bye.

Cotton candy.

2011-01-06T03:25:00.000-08:00

Me with one of them many jholas. Gleeeeee.

Awesome wali feeling *-*

I must have repeated this (out loud) over a million times, to over a million people each, and I can't fight the urge to tell another million people about it...

I now haz 7 new jholas. *tiny hearts start popping up in the air*

My life seems to have gotten so much more meaningful since then, I tell you! Everyday I wake up, I want to go to college and show my jholas off :') It makes me want to go to college. It makes me want to meet newer people. It makes me want to talk more about the good cotton does to the environment. Not that I care much about the environment, just that, err, it lets me show my bags off :D

They were given away to me by a kind friend who used to be a 'kurta jhola guy'. They'r used and that's what makes me want to cry with glee!

Aaaaaaaaand to add to it, a friend who just got back from Goa got me this bag ^-^

Though I am no girl who talks to her bags and shoes, there's something about cotton bags that brightens my brain bulbs! Sigh. So much happiness. What am I going to do with all of this happiness!

Anyway. We'r at a 199 followers and you know I am super happy and shamelessly proud about it :)
Now all I want is for Such a Cow to make it to the newspapers, man! (Content sigh)

I linked you to my own blog on my own blog. HA!

199 sounds so awesome :D

Right here. Write now.

2011-01-02T04:16:00.000-08:00

2. 1. 2011

No, I don't do 'end of the year posts'. For those, refer to other blogs.

If I told you I had the most amazing time bringing January in, you would write me off as 'yet another chap trying to show the world how cool life can be'. Because that's exactly what I'd think of people. So, I will not.

I'm not excited about this new year at all. Infact, in my head, I am a nervous wreck. The last year's been so awesome, I got a feeling this year is not going to match up. Even if it rains tickets to Australia.

I sound sad, no? But, I'm feeling very straighfaceish.

You hold expectations from people, I hold expectations from time. People fall in love with people, I fall in and out of love with time and things. People come and go, time stays. People fill up time, but time is the end result. People expect you to love them back, make love, lend money, time doesn't expect anything back. I make zero sense when in words, but in my head, these thoughts are making perfect sense. I'v been told I'm going to grow more indifferent and blah than I already am. God bless my people. *eyes scrunch up with glee*

I love people, I really do. It's just that there's this part in me that walks 5 steps ahead and recoils 10 steps back. All the time. Effortlessly. I don't know how when why.

You know, Blogspot's putting me off. But I'm trying to write it out. So, the little bit that does manage to reach you must not make you judge my mood. Okay? Okay.

I like being the clean child who's looking after people who'v smoked up or are drunk dead.

Oh lookie!

2010-12-25T09:43:00.000-08:00

Isn't it adorable? I digged it up for you guys. And, it's got a sequel. I am darn sure the artist who created this is my soul mate. *little hearts begin to pop up*

A very happy Saturday, you guys?

And while I write, you read.

2010-12-24T09:48:00.000-08:00

*looks at the blog like she'd look at a messed up room*

AAAAAAAAARGH. THE LAST POST WAS 19 DAYS BACK :O

Man, I feel so disconnected. And now that I am here, I am going to act like one cool drummer who won't stop drumming. Or ranting. You know, for the past 2 weeks or so, I have been prodding and poking myself to step out of my comfort zone and ... wait for it ... MEET NEW PEOPLE. It's been awesome so far. And then there's only a week more to go for the year to end. My internship is acting awesome, my workplace neighbors are THE shit, my submissions are going to fetch me A grades, my attendance in college has come to a decent 74.04% and I'v been experiencing awesome hair days more often. What more does a soul like me want from life? A sponsored vacation to New Zealand is all that is remaining.

Only, I am sow sick today. There's a snow storm in my head and my system is experiencing a headache inducing common cold :[

BUT THAT DOES NOT STOP ME FROM CALLING THE YEAR AWESOME.

And when I say awesome, I mean awesome. Not a degree less, not a degree more. Like, I am awesome?

OH MY LORD, STOP BEING THIS AWESOME.

Confession: I haven't been reading blogs, or commenting on any, but that does not mean you act mean and not read mine. Please? Also, I have been spending not more than 10 hours with ze family, 7 of which I sleep through, and it's making me want to slap myself. Thrice. This is not the way I want the year to end, y'know.

Ugh, I am sow sick, man. Oh and check that tiny picture up there to get a tiny glimpse of my tiny hair *-*

Honestly, did you guys miss me? I could have been happier if my mailbox was flooded with fan mails, y'know (kicks a stone)

Ah, nevermind. You can still send me fan mails :D

Okay, look, bye!

All in 95 minutes.

2010-12-05T06:57:00.000-08:00

It's a Sunday! I wanted to act all celebrity like and spend it the way they do. Grand breakfast, grander lunch, meet imaginary people, watch a couple of movies and spend the evening sitting by the balcony, giggling away to glory with my girlfriends before finally going to bed early.

My foot. I am no celebrity. I live in a city where Sundays are a pain. Because? Saturdays and Mondays aren't half as awesome.

The only thing I could afford to do of all them above things was, to watch a decent movie.

I downloaded this movie thrice because it kept boowoo-ing me in the face. My internet felt raped, certainly, but it's very okay. I finally did manage to watch (500) Days of Summer. And, I have nothing to say. I can only sit back and smile :) Watched it? No? Die. Yes? I like you.

I get what Summer meant. I feel for her.

My workplace is cool :] Colourful, ancient and talkative!

It's December. And I can feel myself getting all senti already about the year coming to an end. Mostly because the year has been a little too awesome to handle :'] I'v met / come across the awesome most people, awesome things have happened to me (That's what she said :P), I'v spoken my mind out to myself about the bestest things ever, I'v watched the most amazing movies ever, and, my I feel lucky, mostly because my internet has been kind in allowing me to rape it every month by downloading so much. True story.

Simple uncomplicated life.

(Kindly ignore the fact that academically I have grown lazier over the year. That's only between you and me and nobody else.)

Sigh. It's been perfect. I even found the perfect loverboy for me. One from each of those movies I'v watched. I am filmy like that.

Tom: What happens when you fall in love?

Summer: You believe in that?
Tom: It's love, it's not Santa Claus.

...

Summer: There's no such thing as love, it's fantasy...

Sleepy stars woke up with a jerk.

2010-12-01T07:07:00.000-08:00

OHMYLORD, I am alive.

I had one fabulous week. I'v been meeting way too many people. More than what my brain's manual recommends, but, whattodo? All adorable people they were!

Then, today, one moment I am blissfully hopping and skipping around in the corridors of my college, wearing a super over sized tee shirt that had a life size caricature of a Baywatch type guy on it with the word 'hunk' tattooed across his biceps (Oh, not to tell the mother, but I shop from the men's section all the time.), the second moment I get a call and LO! I find out they wanted me to come for an interview :| I mean, an interview in those beggar like clothes with a jhola?

Yes, that picture up there. That same guy.

I went anyway. And the awesomesauce that I am, they asked me to join tomorrow onwards :D

So, tee or no tee, brains + awesomeness wins over beauty. Yes, yes, grapes are axetremely sour when you see your neighbor eating them.

But, I'm hunk-y like that. *chuckles*

So, basically, I am back to having a workplace. Which means, double bitching, triple fun, fourple urge to blog.

Also, even though I am no big fan of friends in general, I think mine are too good to be my friends. They email me their assignments just so that I can copycat it when I go past deadlines. They are awesome.

SO, ARE YOU HAPPY FOR ME OR ARE YOU HAPPY FOR ME? :]

PS: Did you know that waking up to a nightmare leads to me having a fabsexulous day? Does that happen to you too?

Slash and burn.

2010-11-23T07:06:00.000-08:00

(that is not me.)

I WENT BOY SHORT ON MY HAIR. *wide grin*

It's been the bestest thing I have ever done to myself, man! I did I did I did! And now I envy guys. I love it that much. Now I will talk my mind out. I do get odd looks from train wali aunties who stare down at my chest for confirmation (awkward silence), but I love it waaaaaay too much to mind it. And, my best favorite gay friend had a couple of wise words to say to me about it: "I think you look sexual preferencically unsure." But, I love it way way way three much to mind him saying that.

So yes, all that sulking and frowning that clogged me last week has been ass-smacked.

The next big thing I want to do is, to pierce the middle of my nose. Like, get a bull ring :c] Just like that smiley. I'm going to have to convince the mother a whole lot without being put up for adoption. Nods.

I would'v made an adorable tiny faced guy, if I was one. True story.

Two days into college and I am already sick and tired of the early morning routine, man. o_O'

Anyway, Cow is in super glee mode. I feel awesome. Do you?

Here! Take a cookie. Let us go nom nom on it.

How much is too much?

2010-11-18T02:28:00.000-08:00

Image Courtesy: Cow meets the Camera

That picture makes my desktop look super adorable. I love the picture. I clicked. Yes yes, ‘I’m a show off like that’.

Okay, about titles of my posts that are so never related or remotely connected to the post: There is no particular reason I got for doing so :] It’s just that I have ten thoughts being thought of when I’m not doing anything in particular. 8 thoughts get written about, one or two get brushed under the ‘private’ bracket and that one lonely thought becomes my title for the post! True story.

I keep telling people all the time: If you don’t treat other ordinary people well enough, with due respect and courtesy, you are nothing. No matter what you are, it all burns down to ‘nothing’.

I do realize I am mostly not kidding when I call myself awesome.

And we all paste adjectives upon ourselves. Only a couple of us speak them out loud. What do you think you are? Come on, tell me!

I’m waiting for these movies to download themselves. Into the Wild and then a couple of other ones! I left my assignments to go make paper boats out of themselves. I’m better off watching movies, man!

I love asking questions. I really do. And the answers people throw up to questions I ask on Twitter amazes me. So, the other day, I was wondering…if I do ever get around to getting inked, I’d go for a question mark. Preferably on the forehead. But since I don’t want my mother to flip, I will place it elsewhere :-/

Virgo women are beautiful. Nature wise. Even the rest are, but Virgo women are too much beautiful ^.^

I’m not half as self obsessed as you think me to be.

Chocolate flavored wafers.

2010-11-17T01:26:00.000-08:00

I feel so much better :)

Does it feel good to have a complicated life? Complicated thought processes, complicated relationships, twisted perceptions, twisted conclusions. May be we grow old to turn into one such ball of complications? Do you?

I’m telling you, all of it happens when you go push yourself on too many people. I’m telling you.

Okay, I know I’v expressed my dislike for people and hence I’m shamelessly blaming them o_O’ My mother is genuinely worried about me regarding this. I’v annoyed her so much during this break that I’m pretty sure I will be up for adoption by the end of this month.

I watched Paranormal Activity 2 the other day. Oh man, such a borefest. The print was poor. So, I assumed every random shaky move in the surrounding was ‘paranormal activity’. I was genuinely bored. Horror movies don't scare me. Not at all. *Nods*

That thing I’m making, it’s turning out to be pretty looking! I’m making two of them. One for a friend, one for my cute little house! And obviously, the prettier one will be for my house. I’m selfish like that.

I *hate* talking to people over the phone. And I just don’t get it how people can talk to other people over the phone. I conveniently tend to act all goldfish like when people ask me to call them up. But, that day I did. And probably spoke more sense than I ever have in the past 3 months.

Anyway. I love twisting egos xD Have I told you that before?

I’m glad I can write. Hahah it’s almost like thakoor from Sholay realized that he can write. I’m filmy like that.

Afterthought: What if I call my blog 'SUCH A MEENA KUMARI' ? Sounds fun to me. To you?

Bye.

You drink, I write.

2010-11-14T23:36:00.000-08:00

I could bitchslap Blogspot right now for eating up my post. Not once, but twice.

I’m very much annoyed by the amount of people who’r crowding my little den right now. I’m a princess like that. My precious little self hasn’t been trained to handle more than 2 people at a time.

When it comes to people, 0 > 1 > 50. Get it?

Anyway. I am struggling a bit with the writing bit of my life. It doesn’t seem to flow out naturally, the words. Like, what drinking does to a couple of you, or dance to the few others and music for the rest, writing does that to me. Helps.

I wish to wake up to an emptier house in a different country.

The eat sleep watch routine seems to have turned into this nagging husband I need to divorce right away.

I’m moving into a different zone? Yes, I am asking you. Because I can not answer for myself.

Amidst all of this, I’v taken up painting. I was *this* close to allowing myself to cut my own hair, then managed to convince myself out of it.

My thought process starts and ends before I can even allow myself to think. You know, that bizarre?

This break has been terrible till now. Smile.

I love my family. I really do. And, I really mean it. But, its almost like I’v never been this keen on moving out and staying on my own for a while.

Blame the people. I’m telling you, my system just stops working when it detects the presence of people raining all around me.

I am waiting for college to begin. Eagerly. I need new faces.

I’m not complaining. I’m only complaining. I am allowed to sound a little whiny at time, right?

Much love.

Half awake.

2010-11-06T05:40:00.000-07:00

I wake up. I clear the mess up. I eat. I watch a movie. I sleep. I wake up.

Everyday my life comes a full circle. I may not have to wait until I grow up to be all old to say that 'Oh lovely, my life has come a full circle.' Pretty.

I haz a huge stock of movies. And right now, that is all that matters.

The only productive thing to happen is that I am making life much easier for the maid. I'm OCDish, you see.

And then, when I am doing dishes or clearing up my backpack, I'll be thinking about life. And then, I keep pestering my mother to take me to some astrologer. You see, empty vessels are full of air.

And now, since morning, I have eaten too much of thoughtless food. Making my tummy feel queasy. Anyway, don't bother.

There is much to speak. But, I can't get myself to write it out. Writers block? Well, atleast it'll make me sound important. Also, I discovered I could write on notes on my phone. So all my very intelligent opinions on people and animals get typed out and I don't have to wait for me to blog ^-^

Doesn't look too good. Anyway, we will see through it. Happy vacationing :]

Daughter of the light.

2010-10-30T07:45:00.000-07:00

I'm so much at peace. Like, Ooooooommmmm!

Today, even if you come throw stones at me, I'll simply duck and smile. Mostly, cause I am at peace. I am at peace. You say 'war', I say 'peace'. You are 'pissed', I am 'peaced'. They ate 'pieces', I felt 'peace'. You are a 'Piscean', I'm a 'peaceful' Virgo. Like, peace. You get the point right?

Mostly, cause I am sick. Bwak. :E

No man, not pervert / fed up - sick. I'm unwell. Aaaaand my theory is, if I smile and act patient under the pretext of being 'at peace', people will bless me. And sickness shall leave me. I'm pretty much a loud mouth like that.

I'm so sick I could start singing hymns while sitting curled up on my couch like one dead cat.

Oh, I tend to exaggerate. At times. Like now. Only.

"One day, one day I hope to gather a crowd and say plenty of things in the air. No, actually, address people in particular. Hate is too strong a feeling for me to feel for people. Tell them about the plenty of love and unlove I have for them in me. And after a round of applause, have an airplane lift me up from center stage and transport me to someplace far, someplace unknown, someplace beautiful. And leave them people throwing tomatoes, eggs, stones, roses at each other. In my absence. Let them miss me while I'm gone. Bash each other up instead. I'm convenient like that." - Me.

One day, one day I also wish to spell 'conveniently' without having the spell checker to correct me. Asswhole :|

Up for sale.

2010-10-25T07:33:00.000-07:00

Ello! Exams done. Exams done. Exams done. All 8 of them. And now I'm bored. Wanting them exams back. Travel plans during Diwali are major fail cause food > travel. So, I needz internship to fill in the void. Listening anyone? Media related. Me and this Goddess of Nonsense are up for sale. Internship wise only.

I need a new playlist. My current one, between me and my current playlist, I almost know what song it is going to play next. Even when on Shuffle :|

The problem is, I can't ever seem to answer the 'What music do you like' question. Because I do not know, man. But since I assume you all will be more than willing to suggest songs, I'll tell you I'm more of the Indian Ocean or some Pakistani Band kind of a person. No Hannah Montana or Eminem for me. *gasp*

Suggest. Plis.

I'm a help-desk. Have I said that here before? Oh, I have. Anyway.

News: I haven't put on an ounce of body fat in the past 3 years. I swear upon my blog.

Proof: I was digging into my closet and found this old dress. Precisely 3 years old. It looked tiny and I was only looking at it and making fun of how tiny I used to be and the next moment I try it out and the nexter moment I slip into it like I just purchased it two moments back. *headdesk*

Result: The mother is going to be devastated. The amount of food I eat has cost her a bomb, I'm certain :/

"Even the plainest Jane has found her Tarzan and I'm sure they are up with wild things."

*bites into her apple* Nom Nom Nom.

Want no want.

2010-10-22T10:40:00.000-07:00

I have my last exam tomorrow. Before I switch off for the next 4 months. Last. And I chose to update here. There's a pdf file open. Talking about how Hanuman has become more and more metrosexual over the past centuries. Waxed chest and muscles it seems. Chee chee I don't want to study such ashleel stuff :O

Anyway, listen to what I thought of the other day:

You always want what you clearly are not. Like, if you'r a human, you'll most likely want a chocolate cake. For all you know, chocolate cakes might want humans. Y'know, sitting inside those glass refrigerator type closed compartments, they'd be crushing on US. If you'r married, you'd want to be single. If you'r single, you'd want to be married. If you have babies, you'd want to unhave them. Buuuuutttt, if you had big monies, you'd never not want it. We'r conveniently smart like that.

Anyway, what goes mine? You be what you are, want what you are not, nobody is going to fall at my feet and fly me to Australia. (Totally disconnected.)

It's close to midnight. I have only a couple plus couple plus one two hours left for the exam and now I'm making pretty handwritten colourful notes :] I'm in absolute love with my handwriting. I think it's pretty. Bye.

Monkey talks as monkey does.

2010-10-18T09:17:00.000-07:00

I type. You listen. Or read. Or whatwhohowever they do it on your planet.

I could sell you, you ,you or you for a chocolate cake. Oh, and you too! I'm that shameless. And last time, this poor thing was celebrating her birthday in the college canteen. I did not know her at all. I called her over and dug my hands into her cake. I'm a painful senior like that. And then no, after eating the cake, I felt queasy in the tummy. Like bad queasy. I must have bitched about her for atleast a month after the incident.

I daydream way way waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too much :]

I talk. I love talking to people. Selective people alone. And then, when I'm talking, like when I'm telling them about a very interesting incident, I lose interest midway myself. And then I call for a sudden conclusion. Say something like 'I don't know what happened later.' And then continue sipping on my drink or licking at my plate. People sure do find it odd, it's on their faces, but they'r too scared to question Cowness.

I can't stand people whose life and Earth revolves around sitcoms and music. Nuff said.

And, *gulp*, I can't help but give people the 'Manhattan Onceover' :/ Though mine is a more local version, it makes you mean nevertheless.

And the biggest problem of them all: I watch all the television serials with the mother. And then I expect people to follow my lead. Because it really is cool like that.

"These days you don't find things like us, man." - Cowness (to favorite friend from same to same planet.)

Grow into a planet. Eat that much.

2010-10-16T06:53:00.000-07:00

Childraaaaaaaan! I like Cute :]

No, wait. I love Cute. And no, cute for me is not pink and teddy bears and fluffy chappals and hearts on bags. Cute for me is sweet. No man, not strawberry milkshake.

I'd go mad bad sad laugh cry fly run over and die for sweet people. Also, I'm not into shady stuff like trying to put a message across to anyone through my blog, so yeah, this was a very random thing that struck me the other day.

And then today awesomeness happened. Just when I was into this whole Cute v/s Hot line of thought, I watched Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist. *dies*

That movie, my friend, is just is just is just lovely :)

Now, even I want to go out to watch a live cricket match some night (???!!) and bump into Nick-type guy and then have this whole insane night where all we do is drive around the whole frigging place and go place hopping. No no. No fancy clubs and all for the cow, footpaths and cornerwala sandwichwala does it for me :]

Bytheway, I'm making a list of things I'm wanting to do before I turn (ahem, insert some decent sounding age here no? )

Also, I went for this long walk the other day! Me and my stock of Cadbury Shots. That's it!

Also, my sister was named after this apartment block near my place. Because my mother loved the name of the block apparently =P So to make up for the lack of meaning in her name, she constantly picked on me. Told me my name meant a pig in German. And then I used to act like my life had ended and aimlessly run behind beautiful named kids in the babysitting. I was stupid like that.

I fink I'm going to watch the movie again.

Running in circles.

2010-10-15T02:13:00.000-07:00

Cute or Hot ?

What do you prefer? Pick. Quickly. Don't ask why and what. It's just one of those 'in the air' questions.

Terms and conditions:

Don't you dare say 'depends'.
Don't you dare say 'a combination'.

Also, if you are bored, if you are waiting for the download to complete itself, or waiting for the other person to reply back, or waiting for your life to throw lemons at you, or are kind, guess ... Guess what Cow would pick :]

It's very okay if you don't wish to guess. The world is a free country like that.

I smell of library dust. Old library dust :)

I do realize you people love me a lot, library dust or pixie dust, and hence I type out random confessions :P

OKAY PICK!

Mary-go-round.

2010-10-12T13:19:00.000-07:00

You know those kids in the local trains? Who *dive* to occupy that little available leg space you have near the window? Those kids. I am going to hit their heads on the bars one of these days :) Like kaboom! Dooooooooooode they lick those bars! I'v seen so many kids do that! Like, what are you?

And then this other day no, must have been my once in a million years wala lucky day. I got 'the window seat'. So, all filmy and heroine types I sat...wind blowing all the dust and trash at my face, music plugged in, me pseudo smiling anyway. (You see, the joy of teasing those other aunties who aren't sitting where you are sitting is simply out of this world.) And then, and then, aaaaaaaaaaand then, there's this SHOWER OF DAL (curry) ON MY HEAD. Some braindead aunty had placed her lunch bag on the bag holder above my head. Tiffin opened. Dal flowed out. Onto me. First I thought it was poop. You know right, fried dal is of the same colour :/ I din't know what to say. I was that shocked.

I'm too traumatized by the incident. Last time, no kidding, a bottle full of water fell on my head. So what if the cap was shut? Do you know how much it hurts? Come, I'll throw one on you and then we'll decide.

Acha, how many of you think 'Such a Cow' needs a change of layout? Bored? Not bored? or Just don't care? Tell me all!

:Did you know facts:

Such a Cow turned 3 this September. For some schizophrenic reason I forgot to act all Paris Hiltonish and celebrate my blog's birthday. Never mind. I'm broke anyway. So, ya! 1675 comments, 166 sexy people, 210 posts and one awesome blog-owner later, Such a Cow has progressed to kindergarten :]

I love us.

I'm a show off like that.

I needz sleep.

2010-10-11T01:38:00.000-07:00

It's so quite in here! I can hear birds! I CAN HEAR BIRDS OUTSIDE! I'm all in wheeee mode cause in all honesty, these simple joys are all gone. No. I don't intend to sound like some 80 year old sitting on her cane chair, but that is what it is.

Also, is it usual for people to fall asleep during an exam?

You know, a lot has happened in the past week. A lot. You could say it was all a bit too much. And if it had to do with things, I'm an expert at handling them. But with people, I can only fold myself up in a neat pile and lock myself in and let my theories grow inside that head until they consume me like one big monster munchie. You get the point?

A part of me is to be blamed. Because I am not used to handling people. I have never let myself handle people. I'v treated them like my television set. If the show starts choking my head, switch over to some other channel until the show gets done. Detach basically. Nice. Clean. Neat. And simple.

Or is it Attach. Detach. Never attach back? I think it's this ways.

I can forget people. It is *this* easy for me. (And I am not talking about memory-wise forgetting them here. Headdesk.) It's almost like, I need to figure some things out, rationalize a bit and Lo! you'v been shut out of my line of thought.

BTW! Fuck I found a new guy to ogle at while I watch the Australia-India match. Tim Paine

Being judged is not a worry. We all have a right to be judgmental. Only, we must try and not get 'the others' in the picture no? Paint your own conclusions. Why rely on 'the others' ?

If you thought gold-diggers is just a phrase, think twice. Gold diggers, people who change colours, complicated people, storytellers, happy people, they all exist for real.

Also, I'm no sad smiley even as I type this okay? Just that I got thinking and all that jazz :]

Double also, I need a wind-chime !!

All in one deep breath.

2010-10-08T08:53:00.000-07:00

Wake up. Struggle. Fiddle. Hit snooze. Wake up. Smile. Groggy. Frown. Smile. Muddled. Wake up. Bend forward at the mirror. Dreams. Catch them. Re-live them. Headache. Blank dreams. Wake up. Mental to-do list. Food. Eat. Drink. Food. Water. Cold Water. The world in a newspaper. Bizarre. Straightface. Interesting. Horoscope. Read and forget. Work. Travel. Exchange strange looks. Eavesdrop. Music. Crowd. Sweat and pain. Virus. Disease. Workplace. College. Class. School. People. More people. More people. And people. Motion. Movement. Slow. Fast. Stop. Think. Move. But never fast forward. Money. Jingle of coins. Crisp notes. Torn notes. Hi. Hello. No hello. Doodles. Numbers. Alphabets. Words. Sentences. Stories. Yawn. Infatuation. Blush. Exchange looks. Twirl hair. Shy. Open. Direct. One way. Dialogue. Monologue. Noise. Air. Time. Time. Time. Rush. Push. Nudge. Work your way up. Work your way in. Work your way out. Music. Food. Sleep. Smile. Lone. Wait. Patience. Hold hands. Short walks. Through lanes and longer routes. Warmth. Love. Dark. Silent. Workload. Food. People. People. People. Re-live. Like. Dislike. Love. Hate. Make love. Make money. Make happiness. Make awesome babies. Die.

Connect dots. They won't lead you anywhere.

2010-10-07T00:51:00.000-07:00

"When you try your best, but you don't succeed When you get what you want, but not what you need When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep... Stuck in reverseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee (...)"

I'v been singing that out loud in my head ever since this unkind morning started. (Due credit should be give: Fix You, Coldplay)

Need to travel is being felt. Need to leave behind eversinglething and everysingleperson is poking me in my head. Maybe I'll take Goddess of Nonsense and N shady person along. I really want to travel. Work for a month somewhere, earn atleast a million (!!) bucks and then go on one road trip after the other.

I love my city. In all honesty, I do. But now I'm sick of it. And I want to move to another country. Move out. Without family and friends. Move to a place and live in solitude for a while. Eat sleep pray. (we'll keep aside the 'love' bit because when coupled with 'sleep' it'll sound shady.)

You could call me a muddled brain. Cause I don't know why.

Anyway, Do you realise that there always is this one person who can crumble you down like a cookie? That person is never the same. It's a different person at all times. But there always is someone. Just a thought.

Yesterday, the neighbor's baby walked in wearing a kaftan :O And day before that, a bathrobe complete with fluffy slippers. And she's only a year old. Damn. When I was a year old, you'd probably see me loitering around at my babysitters wearing random things. Either bottoms or the top. Running behind the big kiddies. Okay, not running, maybe crawling? Kids these days I tell you.

Anyway, what is romance for you? Random question! For me it is curling up and sleeping in the hands of whoever the loverboy is. Curl up and sleep. Favorite activity since childhood. I also connect romance to it.

Food no longer interests the cow as much :/ Food just does not get me to do things anymore. I puke at the thought of fancy looking food. Mostly cause I don't know how to eat it in the first place.

You are like Jelly. Yuck and Bwak.

2010-10-04T23:32:00.000-07:00

Image Courtesy: Cow meets the Camera.

I desperately want to be able to talk intelligent. Like a couple of you may desperately want a lover, a maid, lose weight, money, a kingdom, chocolate, a pet donkey and other such things. I want myself to be intelligent. Can't even say 'more intelligent than I already am'.

I realized that if you can use fancy sounding words and join big big long sentences (OMG my spelling of 'sentences' was just corrected by the spell check on blogger. Damn.) Okay whatever, I'm in no mood to talk about it now. I feel insulted.

The mother was out on this teeeeeny vacation with her friends down South! She got me such colourful gifts :] She got me a wooden spinning top :D Poor thing still thinks I'm a kid! I love her. But, the pwettiest and cutest and colourfullest gift she got was for that neighbor's baby. And the thing is, I like it better. So, one of these days maybe I'll walk into their house cool-ly and walk out with it :/ I'm cheap like that.

In other news, I'm meant to be on the behind side of cameras. Rather, I want to be.

Also, exams are coming up. And I'm as chilled as ever. I told you, I'm a cool drink to hang out with.

Train journeys are boring these days. Mostly I sleep through them cause it's so early, cow feels sleepy :(

Bye.

Where are you going to go?

2010-10-02T00:44:00.000-07:00

Cow meets the camera

Wheeeeeee! Khandala happened :] And between going on real real real real early morning and equally late night walks, discovering graveyards and aimlessly sitting on the railway tracks, we presented papers. Acting all intelligent. But that's not the point. The point is, I was *this* close to nature! Like,close. And it was what it always is: beautiful. Cheap beautiful. And now I know whom to marry. A forest officer. Anyway, pictures, can't share them all, only a few. I'll put up bit by bit :]

Khopoli

Where: On the road somewhere.
I have a thing for the Devanagari font :]

Dare you to move

Where: In the convent.
Well...

Standing tall.

Where: Right behind the guesthouse

Speak.

Through a field. Into the forest. Get Lost.

2010-09-27T07:55:00.000-07:00

Perpetually sleepy. That's me. Or maybe it's a sort of escape from staying awake and having to work on things. Earlier I simply used to kid. Call myself a bean bag and all. But now I really have turned into one. I have people calling me up trying to learn the art of being laid back. I'm not too sure if it's something to be proud of. Certainly not something that'll make my CV look brighter.

Anyway, retarded rain. It's nearing the end of September and it decides to rain. Obviously I'm umbrellaless. And then you know, lonely girl drenched in the rain is like an antique painting in a museum. Stand there and leer and letch. Whose goes what? Assholes.

I dream a lot these days. Day dream. I day dream, I eat, feel sleepy, sleep, sleep-dream, wake up and then continue day-dreaming.

I think I'm going to be stuck all my life. In routines and ruts. Because I'm the kinds who'll slip into a bean bag and sit and stare for hours to come without speaking a word. I'm cool like that. I'd want to be a yellow bean bag for certain.

You know I love to doodle :] that is one thing I can work on at any point of the day. So I doodled that picture up there for Red Bull ! I told my mom it's an assignment from college. Just to shut her up y'know :/ She believed me. She is sweet like that. Aye! Sorry Mom!

Anyway, I got to pack. I'm off to Khandala for the next half of the week with friends for some boring Sociology concerned program. I'm going to put up at a haunted villa :] True. Yes yes, I'm a show off like that.

My Blueberry Nights.

2010-09-21T22:48:00.000-07:00

When the cow meets the camera

I'm planning on watching 'My Blueberry Nights' today. And I think Jude Law is cute. So just before the movie, I thought I could storm in, vandalize this place with a couple of pictures and then disappear for a while.

I'm more of a Jude Law person. I think my neighbor looks hotter than Brad Pitt or George Clooney. Never got the hype that surrounds them two people.

Anyway,

Fire and Ice

Where: Himachal Pradesh
It is 4 am. Dark. And it was cold. So cold, I couldn't keep my hands still to click the picture. And hence the blur!

Row, row, row

Where: Dal lake.
Adorable local sibling-pair I met! They were out 'shopping' for groceries. By the way, that is how you shop in Kashmir!

Loo-nely.

Where: Leh's border (??)
It's a loo!!! And right behind is a river! I wouldn't mind spending my life in there! We were bored. Waiting for paperwork to get done just before entering Leh.

Stones or milk for the cow? :]

Something has to be done.

2010-09-14T07:38:00.000-07:00

I'm SO blah. And, forgetful. These days. Actually, because I am blah, I am forgetful and because I am forgetful, I feel blah. Circle. Full circle. I got my hair cut and I sport this whole disheveled messy look right now. And me wrapping myself up in kurtas and jholas and cotton cloth and geek glasses isn't helping me look too presentable. I look like a mess. And, people find it odd. As expected. They will never grow out of straightened hair and crease-less clothes. And handbags. Pretty annoying handbags that look like they might break into a giggle.

Actually, lets stick to me being blah and forgetful.

So, that's that.

Fit yourself in a teapot. Warm and Comfortable.

2010-09-12T09:24:00.000-07:00

Life is beautiful. There will be noise and there will be a crowd. There will be trash and there will be a strong stink. You'll sit through a room full of people who are screaming at each other. The noise will blind your ears. And to shove away the hurt, you will munch on things. It'll all collect into one big ball of garbage and make you feel sick within.

I still think Life is beautiful.

I was on a long lone walk and I thought of it. I smiled.

The last time I saw a shooting star for real, I was too engrossed gaping at the beauty of it. When beautiful things happen to you, you are awestruck. Your mind is in a daze. You don't count them beautiful happenings on your fingers. And then very conveniently complain about how your life is a mess without any beautiful things happening.

Wobble Topple Gobble. What not!

2010-09-12T06:08:00.000-07:00

Cow meets the camera

I'm unwinding. Slowly. At my own pace. Backwards. It's all so beautiful :)

And, I'm a little lost. Ever seen a spinning top? Like that! It'll wobble at first, spin and spin some more before it goes off track, and then topple down.

I make myself look funny. By comparing myself to a 'spinning top'. Gah. And it's used for gambling and all it seems. Sheesh No!! I'm human only :/

Colourful and Caught

Where: Rajasthan
Puppets...the colour says it all :]

Phone booth

Where: Dadar (Bombay)
I don't know, one of those times when I'm looking around, stare at something for less than a minute and just click. No rhyme no reason!

My 'Car'avan

Where: This tiny village 120 kms away from Gangtok
This car was being washed. And the passion with which the guy kept scrubbing his car clean amused us all to no end :] though he disappeared when we clicked! Odd.

Thinking? Speak up!

Stuck in Reverse.

2010-09-04T00:30:00.000-07:00

Cow meets the camera.

I am going to miss work :]

And the free coffee from the heavenly coffee machine. Okay, heavenly is too big a word, but anyway.

And I'm going to be yet another wasted college student for a while until I pick something else up :] I'm going to scare my juniors away because just like any other senior, I already hate them. They stare way too much. And they crowd the corridors and they speak loudly. And they all have such high marks and annoying Blackberry phones that I want to yell at them.

BLACKBERRY IS A BUSINESS PHONE you elephant brains!

Gah. I hatings them.

In circles we will go...

Where: A monastery in Ladakh.
That thing up there, you just turn it round...and there is a bell that keeps ringing. Something to do with your wishes coming true.

Smile Please? For how long, maam?

Where: Kashmir
I was inside a bus when I clicked them. They were selling cherries and agreed to look up only if I gave them a 'toffee' !

Mist, valley and green eyes

Where: Darjeeling
Tea gardens. Filthy thanks to the tourists, fresh, windy, cold and beautiful, thanks to the altitude.

What say?

I used to rule the world. But then I got tired of it.

2010-08-29T07:57:00.000-07:00

I do not feel too good today. I want to write. But there's this huge difference between wanting to write and being able to write. It's one of 'those' days where I write and I delete. Like convincing my alter ego that yes! it has been published and you have spoken the uneasiness out. Very argh.

I'm 19.

And while I was having a lovely time at work, my academic life seemed to have coiled itself up into a ball of complications and the ball seems to be speeding downhill and I got no time at all. No. I'm not the kinds who'll go running behind it screaming frantically. I'm sitting at the top of the hill. Staring at everything below me. Picking at blades of grass. Cutting myself piece after piece of chocolate cake. Yes. I'm that convenient. Food has to find its way in.

Also, I do not like people anymore. I just do not like them. I have a bunch of people I like and I want to be left alone on a planet with them. I just don't like the rest of the people anymore. OMG I DONT EVEN LIKE MY MAID ANYMORE.

I want to give up. Not on life you idiot. I want to give up on my projects and I want to continue to work and earn. Because, honestly I do not care what good child labour laws do because I know they do no good whatever the fuck these intellectuals have to say. I do not want to know what a wasted oldie has to say about Gender Education, cause boys and girls are fuck lazy and just like me are exhausted of this whole education business.

Aaaaaaaaaaaand, now, I am genuinely sick of people who are show offs. One tight slap I want to give each of them. Also people whose life revolves around love and sex get a tight slap. Because I said so.

Basically, my academic life is doing things to my brain and causing the cow to roar instead of moo.

Heard of the mad-buffalo disease? Ya, same thing.

I had a heavenly Birth-day :]

My cake :]

On a Trash Treasure Hunt.

2010-08-25T08:43:00.001-07:00

When the cow met the camera...

I was out for one whole day, had trash-food, had more trash-food, hung out with people who watch trash C grade trash movies at 50 bucks just for the kicks, discussed such movies in depth, in detail, like U break my heart...I break your bones ,went hunting for trash movies in the Fort area for my birthday movie-marathon, read out loud names of shady porn movies and had a trashy-laugh-time.

I am very cool that ways. I hang out with people who define 80 percent of my coolness.

Okay please excuse the scandalous poster I shared up there.

Anyway, go have a look at 'When the cow met the camera' part deux.

In the land of snake charmers

Where: Jaisalmer, Rajasthan
Yet another 'firangi' family out on a vacation. All of us girls couldn't take our eyes off the men in the family...4 of them. Adorable as hell.

Like a star

Where: Rajasthan
It was a fort. And after having gone through *so* many of them, I was bored. And thirsty for certain.

Bleedy Pose-star

Where: College campus
One of those very very very rare occasions when the campus is empty and we go mad-click! I'd rather be behind the camera on such days. Yus sir.

Cow needs love, milk, biscuits and everything you have to say...

When the cow met the camera.

2010-08-23T00:00:00.000-07:00

And when I'm not eating or blogging or checking random people out or attending class or meeting deadlines at work or watching trash television with much curiosity or observing aunties and uncles or struggling to keep my neighbor's baby from falling off my hands, I dream of being a photographer. I am a wannabe photographer actually.

I thought of an idea!

And this is what I have for you to see! When the cow met the camera :]

Twirl

Where: Rajathan.
Those dancers were supposedly eunuchs. Trust me, they looked fabulous, they looked beautiful and they danced like no mans business!

Laugh Out Loud

Where: Opposite Fashion street, Bombay.
A couple of you must have seen a picture of these adorable kids I had earlier put up! This was more impromptu because those kids couldn't decide on their 'pose' :]

Cry me a river...

Where: Lachung, Sikkim.
It was cold and extremely windy! And clean! And clear! And blue! I don't remember much of it otherwise because we were all brain-frozen!

This is only a part of the movie 'When the cow met the camera' :]

Cow needs love, milk, biscuits and everything you have to say!

It was a great game, only no one found it funny.

2010-08-22T11:34:00.000-07:00

Yes. Love me if you dare. I was fascinated by the movie. Truely. Go watch!

Julien: You know... there were lots of things I was game for that you never said.

Sophie: Like?

Julien: Eating ants... insulting the unemployed... loving you like crazy.

Err...told you, i was having a movie-ish weekend.

Anyway, Haha I am pretty bored and I got time on my hand but I got no paper or business and hence I will blog.

A reader who I know in person called me a blogging genius :] Aaaaaaaaaaaand for having said that, Niyati gets a chocolate cake. Usually, I don't share, but she gets it! Wheee! Here, take.

Well, while we are at it I personally think cake shops must also have sales and discounts. Flat 50% off. Flat 70% off. Buy one get four free.

And I got thinking about something. If I ever go on to become someone big and important, the first thing I will do is to turn blogging into a paid profession. Legalizing prostitution this that can wait. I really do think us awesome bloggers deserve more than just a personal space within the four walls of our computers. Why won't they feature us word-bloggers like they feature fashion-bloggers in news-stories? Sniff. I am very offended and don't plan to do anything about it.

If nothing else, atleast 18 year old bloggers with a 'Cow' in their blog names deserve to be given some footage :P

Also, that reminds me, this is my last week as an 18 year old. Too much only depressing this growing old business is.

That also reminds me of something else. This total random fellow told me I look like Kiran Rao. That Ghajni's wifey?

And also another thing! Such a cow completes 200 posts with this one :] Haha my blog feels so old! A couple of hundred years down the line, like I passionately discuss the food I keep eating or wish to eat now, I see myself wisely giving out recipes to all you readers. Haha. Like all old and sitting pretty in Australia... Now you can't go away without hearing me say this...

(continued) Like all old and sitting pretty in Australia WITH MY PHOTOGRAPHER HUSBAND :]

Yes yes you can now leave! Have a ridiculous day :]

Pandora's box had too little.

2010-08-21T07:48:00.000-07:00

Too much I talk.

Saturday is such a dead day to blog. Thats like saying Thursdays are the best days to go to temples. No logic. No reasoning. Blog doesn't belong to my neighbor.

Anyway,

Major movie marathon happened last midnight. Started with a genius movie like Boys Don't Cry and ended with...ahem you know it, Bend it Like Beckham :]

Yaokayfine, I won't get started with Jonathan Rhys Meyers again. (but, if you have a heart, a hand and eyes, please click on him.)

I saved The Blair Witch project for the morning cause frankly I'm too cool to admit it, but these scary movies scare me. A lot.

Anyway, I am extremely bored and I'm going to list out the kind of people I dislike.

Showoff's. Girls who giggle. People whose life starts and ends at Football. Aunties who open and shut windows every two minutes in the train during the monsoon. Uncles who stick their hands out and walk in a crowded place. People who think ethnic wear is very auntyish (Now these people I would specially like to meet in a room.) Kids on Blogspot. Or twitter. Or in my apartment block. Movie critics. Lizards. Underscores. Internet Explorer. Blueberry Cheesecake. Gel pens. Yahoo mail. Wordpress. Subway. Guitarists. Brad Pitt. Okay, I got carried away.

Anyway, I will worship you if you watch and understand and like Paris Je T'aime. Or even Trainspotting will do. I just realized, those are the kind of people I like.

PS: those two movies I just mentioned do not belong to Planet Earth.

Aaah I'm having a very movie-ish weekend. And the next weekend, I blush when I think about it, it's going to be that lovely. With shadyman N and the Goddess of Boho. Birthdaywala weekend :]

Nicole: You don't seem like you're from here.

Brandon: Where does it seem like I'm from?
Nicole: Someplace... beautiful.

I was almost going to pull Hilary Swank out of the screen and lock her in a jar. She was that cute. As a boy, Brandon. In Boys Don't Cry.

Last bit, I shared so many links with you I feel like a pimp :O They could pay me you know.

The sun can show himself up sometimes, you know.

2010-08-18T03:28:00.000-07:00

Hmmmmm. I'm warm and I'm comfy :]

I'm at work and there's nothing much to do. My workdesk neighbors seem to have a life outside of work and decided not to come. So, I'm all alone. No, I'm not boring enough to be a lonesome solitary cloud :|

I just got myself a cup of coffee, Yellow-Coldplay is playing and I'm typing :] Happiness. Also, just in case I feel too cold, my sweatshirt is waiting inside my bag.

My boss and me just had an argument over how our cellphones have the same features, same company, ditto look and yet, mine is waaaaaaaaaay cheaper :] Win.

Also, I feasted on chikoo and custard apple shake and sandwich for lunch. Tummy is extremely happy :]

Also the office floor is real quite. Like all the babies in the kindergarten got their nappy-time :]

My bright green back pack-bag is resting on my desk and it looks adorable to me. And I'm wearing a real old tee and real old jeans. I find myself to be very awesome, today in particular :]

ONLY, WHAT I CONVENIENTLY FORGOT WAS THAT ITS POURING POURING POURING OUTSIDE AND I AM SCARED TO GO HOME :s

And hence I'm loitering around in the office for as long as I can :/

I shared an umbrella yesterday. No, it wasn't romantic at all. Bloody painful.

Also, I'm sour cause I couldn't go down South. I had to stay back cause I have jars of projectwork to finish. Yes.

Whaddddddhuuuup with you my lovely sexy people?

I see madness. And I see insanity. And I shut my eyes.

2010-08-16T10:27:00.000-07:00

No no don't cringe and cuss.

I was in the train today. All happy and exhausted and hungry and hungry. I was having an apple. And then suddenly everyone starts starring at me. At me. At my apple. I wait for a moment and look at it. No. It din't resemble a raw human brain. I do not know why they were starring at it. No, I'm not a messy eater. Eating an apple is very okay, you know :/

Anyway,

Then two girls enter. And get all touchy and climby and grabby with each other. (I know I always end up traveling with sort of odd people. Also, I do not mean homosexuals are odd, its just that I believe if you indulge in bucket loads of PDA in a local train, you are odd. Homosexual or no homosexual.) And then there was space enough for all of us train people to roll on the floor. It was that empty. But these girls chose to sit on each others lap. No kidding. So, since everybody else was bored, they start GLARING at the couple. Glaring Glaring Glaring Glaring.

I almost thought aunties are going to pull the chain any moment now.

Two minutes later all the aunties and the couple are sharing a goooooood laugh. Aunties advising, girls making mental notes. I yank my earphones off. They were discussing how must one deal with pesky prank caller men :| Woman power only this is.

Anyway,

That is Bombay for you. This city has gotten me insane.

I don't reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally like local trains. Only because I meet my school friends in there. And minus 2, I hate all of the other 300 people from school. I was the uncool kid, according to them, back in school.

Also, YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO ME THE OTHER DAY?

A bus conductor stepped on my foot. Again. Like it was my foot and the whole frigging bus conductor on it. I yelped. But, who cares. He and the bus driver together were busy screaming at one real old smiley uncle who got into the bus from the wrong door. And that uncle, kept grinning like idontknowwhat. They were this close to bashing him up you know. Old age brings along madness i guess.

That is Bombay for you. This city does not let me fall out of love with it. Too much only this is.

Why does it always rain on me?

2010-08-11T04:22:00.000-07:00

Remember the kids who played an orchestra in my head? I took a picture of them.

The love you guys rain on me makes me blush like one mad crow :] And I am not even kidding.

Yes, I said 'crow'. It wasn't a typo :] I'm that blushy!

Anyway, I'v had one heck of a mad week and it was just madness and the madness was too much and it was too much for me to handle and I was overflowing with madness like the cork of a champagne bottle has been unscrewed oh my god I don't even know if this makes sense whatever i am typing out just excuse me.

I might get to see my grandmom after like 8-9 years next week. I might get to travel down South next week. You know right how beautiful the south is during the monsoon?

Monsoon. My head must have gotten up on the wrong side of the bed the other day when I got out of the house minus my big red umbrella. And then I was stuck at the station. No, it is not fun to run into the rain and no, music certainly doesn't play.

But, the gleeeeeeeeeee part? I was stuck with two sort of garam (hot) looking guys :] In formal shirts. Ah! No, I din't go cling to them when it started to thunder. I only did some filmy exchanging looks and all. I'v been trained at that since my childhood.

End of story.

I must forget my umbrella more often.

Title courtesy: Travis

I don't crack jokes. I crack statements.

2010-08-09T01:32:00.000-07:00

I have never gone on a morning walk. I'v never gotten drunk. I'v never had drinks. I'v never smoked. I'v never had make up on. I'v never worn heels. I'v never cycled. I'v never built sand castles. I'v never milked a cow. I'v never liked fancy sounding food. I'v never danced atop a table. I'v never danced naughty. I'v never been to a club. I'v never driven a car. I'v never stayed home alone all night. I'v never lived in a joint family. I'v never had cousins in the same city. I'v never starved myself (like d'oh). I'v never gone trekking. I'v never cried for a friend or a lover. I'v never seen a live match. I'v never gotten stuck in an elevator with a hot human. I'v never gone rolling downhill on grass. I'v never been abroad. Sniff. I'v never been to the southernmost tip of India. I'v never topped a class. I'v never been on a honeymoon. I'v never gotten married. I'v never had pets. I'v never had kids. I'v never worn a real short dress. I'v never punched or hit someone. I'v never felt extremely intelligent. I'v never done black magic. I'v never watched f.r.i.e.n.d.s. I'v never stayed in an old mansion. I'v never seen a gun for real. I'v never fallen in love. I'v never coloured my hair. I'v never been a teachers pet. Sniff. And, I'v never seen a dog eat homework.

See! You, me and us. We'r ordinary people. Never must you feel that your life has been a black and white boring movie. Because, have no fear, Shreya is here. Her movie is an Oscar nominee for the black and white boring movie category :] Smile now.

But, I may have never done this that, but I have made people laugh. And I don't even charge people for it. I only make them call me awesome. I'm content :]

PS: If you wish to do this as a post on your blog, I won't call you a copy cat. Go ahead. Spread my awesomeness. Wheeeee!

Headthrob

2010-08-08T08:43:00.000-07:00

I am sick. No, not perverted, you pervert. I'm unwell.

I can handle heartthrobs. Not headthrobs. My head is throbbing. Like I got a whole bunch of kids belonging to different countries trying to talk to each other. It hurts that much.

I had leftover frozen pasta. I was sleepy and groggy and warm. I felt like a cat.

Headthrob.

People do not appreciate the out-of-bed look. They do not take it in good spirit. They think you are poor. I think you are just raw-awesome. I think it is very okay to have one of those days when you want to sit on the floor instead.

I met a random school friend at the railway station real early in the morning.

Me: Hey. Early class?

She: No. I'm in a relationship.

Life is such a simple story for some people. Dear God, provide me motivation to attend early class too. Nothing, nothing on planet Earth motivates me. No, not a lover. Only motivation.

Headthrob.

I think drummers are hot. And, if they are from the North East, they make me go mad. And I am not even into music. I think I will go curl up and sleep. Sniff.

Headthrob.

Sniff.

I am jealous of this blog . Ugly jealous.