You'v got a note.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

=P

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

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.