The tongue has untied itself. The chaos has ended. sigh. I'm alright now. That boy is human.

tied

when was the last time u felt tongue tied?

when your crush would appear suddenly from somewhere and ask you a question? post an argument on a topic very close to your heart?

i never thought i'd face this situation after class 6 when i'd just stand stupefied in front of the boy i had a crush on.

it's madenning. like a new height of helplessness and happens every single time this person's around me. i feel like an awestruck 3 year old. And he's no different from you or me. That's what really gets me. Moreso, he's so scathingly real, and genuine that i fear he'd see some fascard or something in me if i speak much. It's hateable to be in a situation like that, trust me. I felt so ashamed of figuring this that i just wanted to collapse on the ground or merge with the wall or something.

why i ask? if kanika of 6 years back was to see me right now, she'd laugh condescendingly.

is there nothing to be done? i don't even like him for godsake.

sugar coats

it feels good to have cleared the air. it feels good to have taken the first step and understood that another was perhaps waiting for me to take it. She understood beautifully and the crack has mended itself .It was amazing how this one reacted with a beautiful smile. Gauri, there's more to you than i assumed. And you have me thinking, sweetness, over my pre dispositions.

THE WORD

After a discussion in Puja'a car yesterday, i am left with a feeling that good writing skills are grossly overrated. And ofcourse i am party to this 'overating', that i must not deny. It is easy to admire someone to whom you can attribute a handful of amazingly written things, which somehow, i believe leads one to draw other inferences about that particular person. Now darling Anamika believes Sreemoyi to be a good writer because, and here i'm left reactionless, she speaks well ?!!. it is a fact well known that Sreemoyi is an amazing writer, but, behold, can the same be gauged from the way she speaks?

And yes, there is one more person, i cannot but mention in this regard. Pritish. Darling, you must be aware that your conversations are half jibberish as you wrestle with words and use the most unlikely combinations, to, i fear , flaunt (to yourself) your verbal prowess and forget to convey meaning in the process. convolution adorns a new meaning altogether.

I recently chanced upon a copy of competition success, and came to the essays section. To my horror, more than content, these essays were crammed with nauseating flowery language and archaic words. Most of the stuff that IAS and MBA aspirants have ever managed to think about is, if one was to infer from these essays submitted by them, on stereotypical lines. The rest half of nausea is caused by their choice of words; "the typical mentality of us Indians indicates backwardness ..." shot one sample. I don't want to deviate from my original project but what is happening to language, i fail to understand? Why is it given more mileage than meaning by so many.. yes there is certain delight in indulging in witticisms and puns but please reserve your doctorate in the art of cramming words when only a couple would suffice , to yourself . Please. Thanks.

I'm jobless, as can be easily inferred.

gfuodyco

To myself i promise that after hee hawing a little more in the cyber world, ill gallop back to my assignment.

That done, i will like to fling at you a few anxious questions. Firstly, where are all my blogger freinds? Puja, i beseech you to start blogging right away! or at least leave comments on my post, for you see, your comments, as i've noticed in the past, fuel some warm discussions , which having heard of in coll,others like to view first hand. Manjari, the same goes for you. Prakriti, i swear ill comment on your post, just put one up!

Sahil, i wont ask you to comment. But ive observed that your posts have acquired a slightly non comprehensible quality. They seem expunged in gloom. Pray, are you alright?

*stretch*. i believe ill go back now.

BUTTERCUP :)

'm felling good and not for no visible reasons. For instance i m back to having my fair share of chicken and lasagnia... college is back to being fun and sunny and good times are back i.e we are back to spending ample time loitering at the backgate blatantly combatting the farcical no smoking campaign and junking on cholla kulchas....have collected dvds to be devoured over the weekend....... reading dostoevsky, camus , naylor,kafka,brunch magazines and junky chapbooks all at once....... cleared the written test for TISS......... and excitement also fills me at the prospect of filming a short documentary on something, that something still being undefined as a result of brainstorming on various possible subjects. Surprisingly, ive also discovered some amazing songs that had been stacked in my ipod without me somehow being aware of their presence. They are more than welcome ofcourse. Then, there's a surprise awaiting Ramjas college on the 25th. To be in the loop, come watch MH's alice in wonderland at ramjas on monday.

BLUES

It's been painfully long since i wrote. We could suppose this was because of a general aphasia towards events. Right after something -totally unexpected- happened. I couldn't get through SIMC. and hell no, m not over it yet. Lets admit it. It is supposed to be one of the easiest places to get through.I'm trying hard not to feel like a duffer. I'm done with putting the onus on my clothes during interview n stuff ( need one adhere to nonsensical dressing norms for a mass com interview?) or my unfleeting casual attitude ( and why not, is it a crime to be casual for crissake?). Anyhow, I'll admit i am more indignant than sorry. Lets face it. It(SIMC) ain't that good baby(which is why it is believed to be easy to crack ). And perhaps i am cut out for far greater things ( i need to believe in some truth value pertaining to the aforementioned statement). oh well, chuck. My blogspace is sacrosanct and I'm not going to let it be overhauled by sadness. Life seems at the moment to be a pair of pink pyjamas though- cant take it too seriously. What needs to be taken seriously though are a few poets and writers who are thrust into my bag each morning, sidelined amidst early morning sudoku contests and drowned by led zep filling the body system ,ear downwards. Oh! and on a happy note, i got a bob marley and che poster and another beatles poster is on the way! Hurray! And Shaurya i know you shan't read this but i was happy today. Thanx! Anyway, i'll go now. Like i said this space is sacrosanct and sadness must not be a part of it. And he is away.