Eh.Yaaawn.

I've been shopping everyday.Its something you do when you're a Calcuttan and Durga Puja is just a few days away.Its actually almost 35 days or so away,but that before is another Bengali sentiment.

Sometimes I think we're a crazy city.Its like the entire population is comprised of a bunch of whimsical infants excited over a new toy they can chew on.And for all that show of being intellectual,we really don't have a hold over our emotions.They overrule us at every junction.The intellectual is a sham.We are dreamy lost idealists & it is all eat-pray-love for us.Another secret?You know how you have these people always complaining about how our city needs no concrete reason to officially shut down?How frequently holidays are declared in the state over minor socio-political issues?Yes well,for all the hue and cry.The general populace really does not mind.
The traffic is unbelievable.
My feet have given up on me so I'm gladly skipping school tomorrow.Yes,again.But my eyes are still functioning somewhat,so I shall watch a movie now.
Feminist literature screws with your head.Don't ever read that-Ramadan was on,this long.. tell me you know what this is- if you don't,you're missing out.

Go ahead & sue me.

I'm a little low right now
Because I realised school coming to an end means saying goodbye to a lot more than just the school.

This too shall pass-

Also.Finalised the tattoo idea.It'll be an owl in b/w mostly,with headphones on and his feather fingers in a peace sign.And the claws on his feet shall be holding onto a sash with "memento mori" written on it.So whooyay.
Also batch trip plans are on full swing.
That's all.

You taste like whiskey.

When Lady Gaga makes complete sense,you know she really means it.
Now Playing - *You & I* on Loop. =)
Notice how I've just been growing happier everyday?
No.I do not care that I suck at relationships.Or that my exams are here or anything of that sort.Or that that wretched lady changed my state's name. o_O You just fuelled communal hatred,you ignorant thing.You gave them a valid reason too.
None of that is even remotely beginning to bother me.School is finally coming to an end.And I couldn't be more enthusiastic.Or happy about that.
I had actually talked myself into missing it,which I will still ..I suppose.But yay!!
This was just long overdue.I can't wait to rid myself of that uniform and that orthodoxy,the stupid stupid rules and I could carry on..
Two more months.
Also.I just feel festive.The October rituals are around the corner.
You know you have friends when a bunch of people just randomly show up outside your class,when you're having a class,to call you to tell you that they've made plans and you're in everyone of them.And there's no way you're getting out of them without harm done.
My people. ^




Um.Also.Just been wondering.It must feel really kinky to do a teacher,nah?I mean from the teacher's man/woman's perspective.Lol.Crazy thought,I know.

=P g'bye.

Skeletons are beautiful.

Every word in every language of every culture ever invented is relative to individual perception.
Right now.And I mean that as a time-span of say 2-3 years the word I'm struggling with is a - friend.
Consider this hypothetical situation- When you were 6,you became friends.You had only just learnt how wonderful lively conversation was.You wanted to get lost in it.You didn't understand what 'implication' meant.You had no idea.There was a worldful of things to talk about.And always time enough.
When you were 12,you were still friends.And you still wanted to be.New friends came in,but,old friends stayed.As a rule.You'd had fights,you were 'growing up' friendship wasn't as easily acquired as sharing a seat with somebody in class or saving a place at the see-saw in the playground.Popularity was a status symbol.There was a class hierarchy.You were doing pretty good except for you,friendship wasn't a monopoly.For some of those friends along the way,it was.
Now,you near 18.And popularity only attracts kids who've grown up with a vengeance to be liked.Everybody else is content with less.Nobody really likes superficiality.For what little is permitted must have been mastered to perfection over time.As a habit.Exhaustion weighs every desire down.Time isn't as much of a luxury as it used to be.Conversation was the bridge that tied you to your friendly bunch.And shared ideals,shared desires,shared dreams and likes and dislikes.Compatibility kicked in stronger than ever.You were discovering slowly who you wanted to be more or less for the rest of your life.Your friends defined the person you were.

You do not ask an old friend to leave.Even if the old friend opposes the person you are.And does not relate to your perception at all.If your likes and dislikes are drastically contrary to each other.If the friend passionately refutes the ideals you stand by at every opportunity.Even if the old friend grows up to be the anti-you.You cannot ask an old friend to leave.Because you wonder how many people in the world still really understand what a relationship is.For,it is surely not what you're forcefed to believe by the state.


Future friend application-
:No bigotry,please.
:Also,even though the adjective 'human' fails to justify its existence time and time again.There is a reason why some fellow thought of it.
Respect his wish.Even if it is on the account of impressing your superiority over other life forms.The world cannot be your friend.But not being a friend and being an enemy are two majorly distinctive things.Differentiate.
Enemy is such a funny term.Just saying.I don't see how an individual can have an enemy in another individual with all the implications that are attached to that term.That would be so trivial.And kind of hilarious in its triviality.


And okay maybe that wasn't hypothetical at all,but its not like I ever had you fooled. x)

August Sunshine.

.. is getting drunk with her sister on a rainy August night.I've school tomorrow.And this is one of those rare good days one has. =) May you forever be.

Also.Dead Man's Bones IS AWESOME.I think I'm gonna lose my soul tonight.
Perfect rain song.

I get up
every morning
and put my dreams away
I get up
I get up
I get up

Thank You,Sadhana. :) And what has been up?

My toddler cousin snapped the world jigsaw

..and I'm babysitting her.That is how it feels currently.
You know..when all your dreams start coming true one after the other..?Like Christmas just gatecrashed.Its got you all mixed up.Because the dreams are not normal when they're my dreams.And I am referring to daydreams here.And when they start coming true.. you know the world is starting to become this really topsy turvy place.And you're just too confused to react to the developments.
OMG. -_- Its really all happening.
Your sense of humour has definitely developed,DearGod.Albeit negatively.

Penny Lane.

I've been listening to The Who since I woke up.
Its been raining since I woke up.
The world is a sad place.But sad is better than pretend-happy.Sad is countless times better.

I am having a monologue here.Feel free to leave if this irritates you.


What's the point of anymore networking sites?They should just stop already.Google Plus?Yes right.

I'm on the brink of a new relationship.I think.I don't think I would mind.

I wish I am less screwed up in college.And that its fun.I have a feeling it will be.
I also wish I was either young or old enough.

Simon and Garfunkel IS poetry.
I'll leave now.I wrote a poem too.After ages.Today should be fun.

Reducto.

Yes I am keeping Harry Potter alive!Forever and ever and ever.Harry Potter has been my Heidi or Noddy or whatever fantasy fiction you read back then.Yes,Big Ears was cute.But only that.And Heidi was just plain bo-ring.I never got the whole point. -_-- Deal.


I missed the season finale of HIMYM.Can you believe that?Pathetic.And it doesn't look like 90210 is making a return to the box anymore.Plus,I don't get HBO anymore.Yes,I still live in cable TV era.And it just plain sucks because everything I ever watched in TV is gone now.No Vh1.No World Movies.No HBO=No True Blood.Huh.
Zee Cafe's all I got.That new show above is hi-la-ri-ous!Its actually funny.Without trying too hard.

Breaking my back just to know your name
Seventeen tracks and I've had it with this game
I'm breaking my back just to know your name
But heaven ain't close in a place like this
Anything goes but don't blink you might miss
Cause heaven ain't close in a place like this
I said heaven ain't close in a place like this
Bring it back down, bring it back down tonight
Never thought I'd let a rumor ruin my moonlight


Yes.Yes.We all love ourselves some Killers.I was rewatching my *The OC* Dvd's.. and everytime.. its just nostalgic.Middle School was prolly one of the best times of my life yet.It was just rash and carefree and breaking out.Without having to think about the future.Or consequences.Or any of that.Feel like vandalising?Vandalise.Feel like screaming randomly?Scream.Those days.. ahh.
But seriously,why did Marissa Cooper have to die???The first season is love.The first episode is lust.Ryan Atwood. *siggggghhh*
Anyway.The pictures will have to wait.I forgot about the whole my-computer--got-screwed part.
I've been thinking about the next tattoo.The barcode is still in consideration.'Carpe Diem' would be too cliched.An owl in colour on my arm to maybe cover up my scars feels like a good idea.So does this-
Something more feminine would be nice.But I just can't have a butterfly or an angel stamped on me for life just for the sake of that.
And now,I'm just going to rewatch-

Almost Famous

and Shutter Island and other random stuff
until I can watch that v

PS.Grandaddy is great. :-)
Peace and Love.

Hello,hurricane!

^Did that sound chirpy?Because it was supposed to.And hurricane,btw,is the blog.
How long has it been?Because it felt like ages.And damn,I've missed you.
I don't know.I haven't had time.And there's so much that's been happening.And I'm really starting to change again.Into this different person.That always happens.In pre-school I was this.Then I morphed.In middle school,I morphed again.Idk.Its not as simple as growing up.And no,I do not mean to say growing up is easy at all.But its like ..well.. for lack of a better object.. a wand... where I am the wand.. and as the years go by,the wand's core changes.The make and everything else remains untouched.But the core changes.That's kind of how I am.
I'll add pictures,of course.Soon.My exams are in something around two weeks.I don't know shit.I wasn't supposed to be this worse off.Except I am and well.. *There's no solution-Sum 41* .. is a kickass song...and not for nothing.
Its been raining here in Kolkata a lot.Like a LOT.Yes,a whole lot.
The rain ALWAYS makes me blue.Without fail.There's just something about the rain that makes you want to retreat from the crowd and just well.. sulk.The upside is.. I have too much on my hands now to even find time to do that.The downside is.. the sulking works wonders to my literary skills.And let's just say.. that I think I've lost the whole poetic temperament.For quite some time now.I just cannot write. :/
Also.The whole renegade lecturer idea I'd conjured in my mind to entertain myself was an epic fail.Messed up adults are bad news.As per rule.
Read The Sea of Poppies,The Female Eunuch.I am reading 1984 now.I have the Second Sex by Beauvoir lined up.And Atlas Shrugged. -_- I can't not read all that until my exams are done,which just translates to - I am dumb and hence doomed.Oh God.Divine Intervention?Please.Please.
And I want to watch Blank City really bad!Add the frikken links already.
So..well.. What's been up?Movies.Lots and lots of.Meeting new people.Feedback on the story.Scavenger Hunt.New laptop.Err.I'm convinced I am forgetting the important stuff.But ah well.As I remember..
Lay-ter.I'm going to go listen to Grandaddy now.That's a band. =P Just incase.
Oh yes.The debate.I'll post my take on that later.But the more I attend these civil society do's.. the more the contradictions seem to stick out infront of my eyes like rainbow popsicles amidst a river of cola lollies.[can't believe I just wrote that].. But yes.I'd rather write fiction and be escapist,anyday.I just do not understand the world.And why people are so hellbent on making it well.. hell. :/
Really done this time.Night.