Golliwogs

When i was six, i read my first book. Our family has an awesome collection of books.

Anyway, it was called "The three little golliwogs" by Enid Blyton. And i fell in love. Wiggie, Waggie and Wollie became the centrestage of my life, and set the scene for so many more books to come.

I lived through those books, i cried, i laughed, i sighed and i loved through those books.

When Beth died, i cried. When Tara left Rhett, i screamed in frustration...and when Dill ran away and came to Scout, i jumped and clapped my hands.

But i have to warn you. I dont read books that make me think. I read books that make me live the character.

I havent been reading in a long time..and maybe that was what was wrong.

But recently, i went to Daryagunj in delhi. It was incredible..i got an armful of books..and then another armful..it was one of my truly happy times in this city.

So then,
Judy Blume told me "God is a nice idea. He belongs to everybody"

I got hold of a copy of Horse Whisperer and Tom Booker is now my new hero.

I explored Dublin with Meave Binchy.

Rincewind makes my soul feel better. He truly does.


And finally, im reading again.

Sex and the City

Ive decided to watch Sex and the City in huge doses..its incredible..how many people out there actually obsess like this?
Is he wierd?
Does he like dogs?
Does he listen to Backstreet boys?

Its funny, how important unimportant things can become. Atleast, ive always felt theyre unimportant...but then..lots of people dont i guess.

TV shows are awesome..u get to watch other people's lives...NOT.
Theyre probably exactly what life is not like.

But what would i know..Im only twenty one....

IM ALMOST DONE HERE

Well, the last exam of the term..and one more submission..that it..
I'm going home this weekend..we have to visit a port..
And thats another reason why I love Kochi, ITS A PORT :D

Recently, a friend told me that i had no reason to love the place ..other than the fact that it was home..
i dont agree..
The whole backwaters thing is really beautiful..if you dont take it for granted..
The best bit of the monsoon - walking across a bridge in the heavy rain..
Mangoes?
My grandmoms house, and a cup of hot tea...
The way you can get anywhere in about twenty minutes :D
Jew Town


So yeah, the roads suck, and u cant really party...
But Kochi is the city of ..well..my heart..

Choking Up

Sometimes, you see something,hear something, and tears come to your eyes...and these things never fail to bring tears to my eyes -

The song Vande Mataram
The song Bharat Humko Jaan Se Pyaara Hain
The song Ae Mere Watan Ke Logon
The rain after a long time
Watching my parents wedding video
Hearing the voice of someone you love on the phone after a long time
The Holi ad..
Little Kids running..
The smell of my room - fresh laundry and clean sheets

Retail and Distribution Management

We have this amazing Prof....who teaches us a subject called Retail and Distribution Management..

Yesterday, he started talking about goals and direction and plans..and how the most successful people in life always wrote them down..
Thats when i realised..I used to be the kind of person who always, always had a plan..and i also had plan B, Plan C and so on.

Now I have none. Literally, none.

That kind of sucks. I was just thinking this in my head when a new terror dawned on me. what if he picked me to be the one? The one who had to announce to the whole class what their plan was?
Thank god he didn't. He picked Akshay who was sitting next to me.

Anyway, maybe it isn't so great that i don't really know what direction to go in..maybe its not ok that ill appear for any interview with any company thats even likely to hire me..

But u know what? Maybe its ok that may life will take a direction i didn't foresee this one time..coz the stuff i had foreseen didn't turn out to be so great did it? Maybe its ok to take a chance, just this once. Maybe its even ok to enjoy the leap.

Clumsy

I never actually explained why clumsy is my middle name..did i?
Of course, for the three people who do read this blog, there needs be no explanantion, but on the off chance that others will come and see it, ill explain anyway.

I have a record of falling down atleast once in a month.
Before i came along, it wasnt possible to trip on thin air.
I have sprained both my ankles atleast five times..each. Im not lying, ask my mom.
I hate the way people tell me to walk like a girl (I obviously dont, people have compared me to ducks, and the ducks always win), coz when i do - I FALL.

THIS IS WHY I DONT LAUGH AT CLUMSY PEOPLE.
I, WHO LAUGHS SO EASILY.

He who laughs last, is a moron and gets stared at. He who falls get stared at more.

Coffee

I love coffee..
I was at Barista yesterday..let me tell you now..barista serves yucky coffee, noone knows how to make coffee like vimala aunty :)
I went to Barista to meet a friend and hence to convince myself that i do have a social life.
Even though the coffee was bad, the smell of it transported me mentally to vimala aunty's house.
To a time where i would go for tuition..and me and chillu would happily gabble for forty minutes before taking a break. We'd go to the terrace, and watch the water..look for exciting ships...
feel the breeze on our faces..
And then come back down and gabble for another hour before i was picked up by my mom.
All the while we'd be sipping coffee..and munching Peanuts..or what mallus call 'mixture'.

I loved tose times. Wish we could be back in school..pretending to study math.