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The AM chronicles.
A - roommate, chai and nicotine companion, amazing listener, aalo addict, gorgeous, very low capacity in terms of alcoholic consumption, posseses a strange liking for anything dark, depressing and morbid, idealist, optimist, best suited for midnight heart to hearts about men and life,
absolutely crazy and a world of fun.
M - currently cultural secretary of MIC- Manipal, beautiful, all rounder A grade student 'loved by all' types, perfectionist, loud!, always has a story related to the situation at hand, most accomodating teetoller, deep and not so deep conversations companion, motherly, 'sweet and sunny disposition' (in the words of mary poppins),
absolutely entertaining and a world of fun
oh! and i'm L - the control group so to speak.
L: our fridge is working overtime. it's acting like a freezer.
M: myabe it had a breezer! heh
as L attempts to avoid ongoing traffic and walks on the 'safe' broken side of the road,
A: if L wants to trek, then she can hike!
A: morning!
L: morning:) did u sleep well?
A: yes, but my right side is itching. is yours?
A: im so thirsty. I want juice.
L: there’s nothing in the house.
A: should I mix jam and water?
At the end of ‘forgetting sarah marshall’
A: I don’t really know what the movie’s about.
A: u wont get a nice husband if u don’t eat the last bite of noodles.
M: tere moonh mein gobar!
M: I get bored of eating what I’m eating after a while.
A: what will you do on ur suhag raat? Now only u can’t talk about sex!
M: I curse u, whenever u eat aloo, u will fart away to glory. But this curse is only for manipal.
M: these swine flu masks will teach ppl a lesson!
L: what lesson?
M: to control their own bad breath!
Saturday, August 15, 2009
25 things
Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.
1.I hate insects, public toilets, my big feet, dirty nails, smelly ppl , immaturity and hypocrisy.
2.I think hostel life is determined by the ppl you live with.
I have always been blessed when it comes to roommates.
midnight feasts and vodka induced seances. coffee and parleG. rainy sundays and orphan puppies.
3.im addicted to bangalore.
4. waterfall caves are ideal for a holiday.
5.I am crazy about babies, candles, stationery, dogs, winter, flowers, the ocean, the smell of wet earth and the color green.
6. i think everyone has a theme song.
7.Sarcasm is a defense mechanism.
8. ivy on stome walls is so pretty. so are brasseries along the seine river.
9. the worst form of torture is paralysis.
10.I am mortally terrified of needles and cockroaches.
11. claustrophobia interferes with an active social life.
12. caffeine and nicotine tend to become compulsive, especially when it's raining.
13.I want to drive across Europe in a blue mustang.
14. A life without randomness is dull, boring and insipid.
15. nice is cherry blossoms and apple boulevards. soap bubbles are dreamy.
16.Chocolate is a way of life.
17. chai and onion pakkodas in the rain. chai, especially at obscene hours of the morning.
18. the smell of a newly creased freshly printed book gives me a high.
19.survival would be impossible without peach and coffee sessions with my twisted soulmate. My definition of ‘Mental telepathy’ and ‘other half’ would be you
20.the camera is a beautiful invention. it captures moments.it also satisfies narcissistic needs.
21. the only memories i have of school are the people i was with. i hated school.
childhood memories entail a one and only bosom buddy . from nappies to thongs. i love u!
22.I love to psychoanalyze, counsel and attribute everything to human nature.
23.music is imperative. Singing is a passion.
24. brain sex is deliriously delicious.
25.I hate goodbyes.
1.I hate insects, public toilets, my big feet, dirty nails, smelly ppl , immaturity and hypocrisy.
2.I think hostel life is determined by the ppl you live with.
I have always been blessed when it comes to roommates.
midnight feasts and vodka induced seances. coffee and parleG. rainy sundays and orphan puppies.
3.im addicted to bangalore.
4. waterfall caves are ideal for a holiday.
5.I am crazy about babies, candles, stationery, dogs, winter, flowers, the ocean, the smell of wet earth and the color green.
6. i think everyone has a theme song.
7.Sarcasm is a defense mechanism.
8. ivy on stome walls is so pretty. so are brasseries along the seine river.
9. the worst form of torture is paralysis.
10.I am mortally terrified of needles and cockroaches.
11. claustrophobia interferes with an active social life.
12. caffeine and nicotine tend to become compulsive, especially when it's raining.
13.I want to drive across Europe in a blue mustang.
14. A life without randomness is dull, boring and insipid.
15. nice is cherry blossoms and apple boulevards. soap bubbles are dreamy.
16.Chocolate is a way of life.
17. chai and onion pakkodas in the rain. chai, especially at obscene hours of the morning.
18. the smell of a newly creased freshly printed book gives me a high.
19.survival would be impossible without peach and coffee sessions with my twisted soulmate. My definition of ‘Mental telepathy’ and ‘other half’ would be you
20.the camera is a beautiful invention. it captures moments.it also satisfies narcissistic needs.
21. the only memories i have of school are the people i was with. i hated school.
childhood memories entail a one and only bosom buddy . from nappies to thongs. i love u!
22.I love to psychoanalyze, counsel and attribute everything to human nature.
23.music is imperative. Singing is a passion.
24. brain sex is deliriously delicious.
25.I hate goodbyes.
red and gold charlie
To and fro… to and fro…
The old rocking horse.
The boots are old and weathered.
Look, listen, wait.
Soiled with the sand of many oceans.
Tainted by the paths of fate.
The boots are burnt. Battered. Bruised.
Trails of debris lead home.
Mama’s mirror. A lady’s mirror.
The sunbeams dance through the shards of jagged glass.
The boots can crush glass. The boots are old and weathered.
Mistletoe and wine.
Tinsel draped debris.
Red and gold.
The colours of the sun.
There’s Charlie’s blankie!
Charlie can’t sleep without blankie.
Charlie had blonde hair.
Red and gold Charlie.
A step. Two steps.
Two steps from the porch.
Daisies. A pink straw hat.
Where have all the fairies gone?
Red and gold fairies.
The boots scared away the fairies.
The boots are burnt. Battered. Bruised.
They crush glass and the jade ashtray.
Tobacco is a familiar smell.
The tobacco is burnt. Battered. Bruised.
A black picket fence. A high picket fence.
Can you hear the fire engine?
The red and gold fire engine.
Look, listen, wait.
To and fro… to and fro…
The old rocking horse.
The old rocking horse.
The boots are old and weathered.
Look, listen, wait.
Soiled with the sand of many oceans.
Tainted by the paths of fate.
The boots are burnt. Battered. Bruised.
Trails of debris lead home.
Mama’s mirror. A lady’s mirror.
The sunbeams dance through the shards of jagged glass.
The boots can crush glass. The boots are old and weathered.
Mistletoe and wine.
Tinsel draped debris.
Red and gold.
The colours of the sun.
There’s Charlie’s blankie!
Charlie can’t sleep without blankie.
Charlie had blonde hair.
Red and gold Charlie.
A step. Two steps.
Two steps from the porch.
Daisies. A pink straw hat.
Where have all the fairies gone?
Red and gold fairies.
The boots scared away the fairies.
The boots are burnt. Battered. Bruised.
They crush glass and the jade ashtray.
Tobacco is a familiar smell.
The tobacco is burnt. Battered. Bruised.
A black picket fence. A high picket fence.
Can you hear the fire engine?
The red and gold fire engine.
Look, listen, wait.
To and fro… to and fro…
The old rocking horse.
thought
I believe the power of thought to be a wonderful ability, absolutely free and devoid of any form of dictatorship or monarchy by man or machine or even other streams of thought and perception. It is true that influence is the strongest contender that ‘thought’ has to face in its struggle for independence but if influence were to be conquered, well then thought remains pure, un tampered with and spontaneously natural.
It is exhilarating to think thoughts, to let the mind wander down any path that appeals to the modules of its core functioning. Any topic, a word or a philosophy? Or maybe a category or a species? Science or art? Chocolate or literature? Pink or gold? Autumn in Alaska or summer in Uruguay? Orion or the moon? Jewels or fruit? And it could go on till eternity for the mind is an abyss of eternity, eternal perception, never ceasing to ponder, to dream, to think, to wander… an abyss over which one has the power to control the darkness of unknown thought, to dwell in the knowledge of what has been learnt and the quench for what has not.
It is thought that proves to be an invisible saviour in the wreckage that is referred to as ‘the world’. An action that is preceded by a thought is a well thought action and hence leads to a stable consequence. The lack of thought however would awaken haste which leaves but wreckage in her wake. When influence takes hold of thought then even the best thought actions are nothing more than mistakes and wreckage is once more unavoidable.
A thoughtless mind is the epitome of a banal being, for thought is what allows us to think, to act and hence to be.
It is exhilarating to think thoughts, to let the mind wander down any path that appeals to the modules of its core functioning. Any topic, a word or a philosophy? Or maybe a category or a species? Science or art? Chocolate or literature? Pink or gold? Autumn in Alaska or summer in Uruguay? Orion or the moon? Jewels or fruit? And it could go on till eternity for the mind is an abyss of eternity, eternal perception, never ceasing to ponder, to dream, to think, to wander… an abyss over which one has the power to control the darkness of unknown thought, to dwell in the knowledge of what has been learnt and the quench for what has not.
It is thought that proves to be an invisible saviour in the wreckage that is referred to as ‘the world’. An action that is preceded by a thought is a well thought action and hence leads to a stable consequence. The lack of thought however would awaken haste which leaves but wreckage in her wake. When influence takes hold of thought then even the best thought actions are nothing more than mistakes and wreckage is once more unavoidable.
A thoughtless mind is the epitome of a banal being, for thought is what allows us to think, to act and hence to be.
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