No More Drama

Is this how Arthur Conan Doyle felt when he killed Sherlock Holmes?
Well Detective Holmes was fictitious. I just opened the doors to a woman's mind.
A different woman's mind. As different Freida Kahlo, Sinead 'O Connor, Alanis Morissette, Maud Gonne, Hillary Swank, etc.
No we aren't lesbians you idiot. We just are different and dare to be different.

And I am gonna grow up. Oh my god.
That's my New Year's resolution.

No cribbing but I won't be silly anymore either.
No heartache and well considering I ain't too lucky no more love.

Rules for the new year:

1. Just shut up. Really nobody wants to know what happened to you. People are too busy trying to find a witness for their own lives, they don't want to be a witness to yours.
2. No more cribbing. Really any kind of whine is not appreciated...really!
3.  No more heartbreak.  Love ain't here anymore.

I am on a journey. To find what makes me tick.
Wish me luck.

This is my final post. Whatever I feel henceforth will be only protected posts in another journal.
See a bit of history: I've never had privacy. My mother was too scared I'd take the wrong path and read all the diaries I kept. And all the notes, all the notebooks, all my drawers.... All my messages were read. So I've pretty much had no privacy. Which is another reason why I kept this journal.

Anyway. It was nice knowing you all. All 10 of you, heh heh.
I don't know where I am going. Or what I am looking for. Maybe I am looking for a place like Tiffany's. And if I am lucky I'll find it too.

Don't worry I won't disappear. I'll leave comments on your journals when I think that what you have written, makes sense to me.
And maybe someday...just someday, if there is something that amuses me, something which isn't personal, I shall type my thoughts out here.
I don't know when that someday is. It could be tomorrow, day-after, next year, a decade later..
Till then...Goodbye.

P.s: For all those who have made this year-long journey (and almost 300 post journey), thank you. I hope you enjoyed your journey.

If there is anybody who knows me its two people - Shakes and Al. I just have to hug Shakes when I am feeling down and his question would be - what happened? Of course Al would make fun till I wanna break his head, but eventually he'd settle down and help me figure what the pain points are.
Even that greasemonkey is like that. I just have to speak and he knows how I am feeling. If I am feeling down his first question would be - what happened?
And I miss them. Because I don't have the kinda time I used to, to talk to them..to just share a coffee with them.
See i go through intense emotions. When I am feeling down, I can really hit rock bottom really fast. And if I am feeling happy, the excitement and joie de vivre is infectious.

John Mayer - Slow Dancing in a burning room
Elton John - Sacrifice
Joni Mitchell - Both sides now

These three songs have conflicting values. The message they gave are negative, but the music is so beautiful you would want to slow dance to them.

*amused* *slow smile**laughter*
I am loving it!

Creative Advertising question paper, Section C (15 marks)
1.You are given a hoarding to communicate what you like to the father of your girl friend.
What will the message be? Draw up in exact dimensions the message, the copy and describe the visual.

*laughter*

Any suggestions??

Heh heh...

Picture Courtesy: Allposters.com

Must breathe...Must breathe....
My horoscope is being made. What do I do??
Must do something, before things get out of hand.

My friend is getting married tomorrow in Chennai. And I can't go for it because I have exams.
I am so blue.
Losing two friends is hard: One to a stupid ego issue and another to marriage.

Woah! Hold on there!

Oops I did it again. No I don't feel like Britney, I don't feel foolish.

But I caught myself doing something I thought I wouldn't. Apart from expecting perfection from me and everybody else.
 
I caught myself dreaming. I caught myself wishing for something straight out of a novella or a romantic, stock up on the tissues (kleenex - depending on where you are) please, movie.

No sir, No flowers for me. No violins and no lip-service (both verbal and French).
Let me be. Don't give me hope for a dream.

Know where I am in the Hierarchy of Needs? Still at safety.
I am thankful I have left Physiological Needs.
I am looking at social and ego needs ahead of me. I have been looking at it past, let's see now, I'd say 5 years, yeah?

It's a LONG way to self-actualization *amused*

We'll try to stay blind
To the hope and fear outside
Hey child, stay wilder than the wind
And blow me in to cry

Who do you need, who do you love
When you come undone

I hate low-rise jeans. Nah I do like them. They make me look thinner.But the only problem with low-rise jeans is that it sometimes rises lower than it should. I mean I WAS wearing a sweatshirt that was two sizes bigger than me. And suddenly I felt cold air on my lower back and well..everyone can guess what had happened.
See I am the classic fits, classic denim kinda girl. Hated flared/boot cut jeans, okay about low rise.

I think the problem is I've lost weight. So the damn jeans slips.

Damned if you do, damned if you don't.

How is it that after its all over you end up feeling like a bloody prostitute? Like the experience you went through meant nothing to him.
No I'm not talking about sex. I am talking about the whole damn relationship: the sum total of all experience. Like a damn example for Gestalt theory.
How the hell can he pretend like it all meant nothing? That it was all fun. Bloody cad. There is a difference between him and me. I am an honest thief. If I am messing with someone I make sure all my disclaimers in place. I don't stab anybody from the back. I am not a f***ing coward.
Rule 1.NEVER underestimate your opponent.
He hasn't seen the other cards yet.

All I need is some good 'ol willpower, and I will play him like a bloody puppet.

I get a lot of spam mails. A LOT. About 24 a day. If i don't erase spam mails in three days, I'd have a hundred plus.
And they are all stuff meant for men!
The male version of a boob job...the implants for men.

I have two questions:
1. Why me? I am WAY of your target market! I don't even have the gadget you are trying to implant!
2. Wonder what life is like, of the people who write such e-mails.
I, of course, have not opened such mails for the fear of inviting more spam. But the subject lines are as amusing

But back to the  amusing  point:  Wonder what life is like, of the people who write such e-mails?

I mean yeah, it is technical writing of a different sort. Heh heh. More like content writing of a different sort.
It must actually the alternative dimension of content writing - the fun writing world. It's like writing a porn movie script (do porn movies really have a script? Isn't it dialogue 1, dialogue 2, heavy breathing and action, cut.). You have to write stuff about sex and and you get paid for it.
Any man's dream!

P.s: The worst thing is, some of them are even condescending: "You don't have to feel small, because you are small"
*Guffaw*

Cute Cab guy: Kya hain upar? (supposedly the translation of whats up?)
JB: Bhagwan!!
CCB: Abbe!

They are such a cute couple.
They have so much chemistry..and love! Such a rare combination.
I do love couples in love. They are nuts, but it's nice to see something so different from bullying and crass teasing.

Heh heh...



Monday team meetings, I tell ya, Monday team meetings!

*munching*
mmm...*munch* I do love this moong dal snack. My favorite...
*munch* And completely healthy I'm sure...
*munch* *turns wrapper to read label*
*munch*
Nutritional Values Per 100 g
1. Fat 23.30g...
*stops munching*
Aaargh!
*Slaps forehead*
Doh!

Damn. I got caught.
I was caught day dreaming during my exams.

When does ADD set in, in a relationship? I estimate right after the second date.

Imagine a scenario:
Girl: So my cousin is  will be here with her husband, I told you na he's working in ________ and she has a cute baby.
Guy: Hmmm..
Which cousin??
Girl: *continues talking*
Guy: Hmmm
That chick is so hot. Oh I need to send in the reports tomorrow, I don't want the PM breathing down my neck.
Girl: *laughs* so you know what pratiksha says? Heh heh..she's so cute!
Guy: Who the hell is Pratiksha now??
I don't know..Hi?
Girl: You have no idea who I am talking about do you?
Guy: Not exactly...
I have ABSOLUTELY no clue!
Girl: Pratiksha is my cousins daughter..
Guy: Oh ok!
Duh I should have figured that from the context. Need to be more careful.

The amusing thing is, in most relationships the guys are most susceptible to ADD. In my case it's the other way around. I am most susceptible to ADD! I need you to hold me, thrill me, kill me, kiss me. In other words make it interesting. I am a spoilt brat from Gen Y.

What's even better is gossip. Men gossip as much as women do. They just don't admit it. And they have this nasty habit of overhearing gossip and adding fluff and passing it on. They hate admission of guilt and thus overhear gossip silently.
Take a look, they might even have a femina or a cosmo under their mattress!

1. Today I shall get poetic:
My foolish heart wonders sometimes...what if..
what if the guy I loved actually loved me in return. And what if there was actually a DDLJ scene *laughs*? What if he actually told me he loved me, in the last scene, just (about a day) before my wedding? Would I ever be able to stop my wedding?

2. Today I shall get realistic
DDLJ? That's so old. The new trend is unrequited love and star crossed and starry eyed lovers.
It was never meant to be.

Well mama and I went out today. We actually went to get some photographs blown up (ha ha ha!). Sorry sad joke.
We had an hour and a half to kill. And guess what we did? That's right! We shopped!
And what did we shop for? Footwear!

See I normally don't buy the hundred buck ones that you get on the pavements. It actually makes more sense to buy branded ones from lifestyle because they tend to last longer. But I saw THE most darling pair of tie ups...and then one thing led to another, I lost control. I wanted more. And ended up buying two more.

The amusing thing is I already have about 12 pairs of slippers! One pair of kolhapuris, one blue, one pink, one black heels, one smaller heel one (my favourite) with cross straps, one floaters, then my darlin Nike, one more black, then the office one, the white ones, the cork ones....and now the tie ups, the white one with a button and the white one with cross straps.

See the problem with us (women) is that we need different pairs for different occasions. Like the black one with slim heels (not stilettos) are specifically for office wear. The black one is for 3/4 I wear. The cross straps are for salwars. Oh I forgot the copper colour slippers. That is everyday wear. See?

This, considering I am not the match-your-accessories-with-your-clothes types. I hate changing my earrings, I have no patience. I don't wear bangles, nor do I wear a chain.
Now just imagine the no of slippers I would have if I were the match-your-accessories kinds???