Bored

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I have got nothing to write about. I thought and thought and thought and then sighed and went to sleep.

1. Initially I thought I will write about one of my favorite books. But, then I know I am bad at writing book reviews. So the idea was chucked. By the way, the book is Mustardflower by C.K. Mathew. You won’t find it easily and don’t ask me from where I got it. Gappa got it as a gift and I snatched it from her. *Angel Smile*

2. I want to grow my hair like really long. But, it doesn’t grow. Maybe, it doesn’t grow at the speed I want it to. Also, my hair is really thin. Can someone suggest something which can be done for decent looking, long lasting hair. Please tell me. I live in hostel, so please suggest something accessible within the hostel. I also have an aloe vera plant. So go ahead. Shoot those miraculous tips.

3. Recently, I realized I have this thing for cooking developing inside me. I used to hate cooking. And as far as I know my self, I still hate it to a certain extent. But, I don’t know why I like reading food blogs, receipes, even copying them *ohhh now this is over encouraging the entire cooking feeling*. This is all because of Gappa. I do exactly what she does. No matter what it is. This is my childhood habit. To copy her, look like her, eat like her, speak like her, talk like her and now cook like her. Gappa loves cooking, it is therapeutic for her, when she comes back from office. Now, you know why I said she loves cooking. I can never cook after coming back from office.

4. I read this novel recently named Home by Manju Kapur. I didn’t like the way it ended. No, not at all. After fighting for her love, business and everything in her life, the protagonist in the end accepts that her life is what is being taught to her from her childhood against which she stood all the time, that marriage and children are the only two things in a female’s life and nothing beyond that.

5. I want to watch a good movie. I haven’t watched a movie since Gangs of Wasseypur I. I know I know it is recent, and it was bohot mast movie, but I want to watch I don’t know what genre of movie. Suggestions please. Anything will do, except horror.

6. I saw a lizard outside the window of my room last night. I can’t locate it since then. I think it is gone. It is not in the room. Hai na?

7. Why do these English sitcom people go on such long breaks. I am waiting for Vampire Diaries to come back and now Suits next season is scheduled for January. I can’t wait for so long. I don’t like it. I want a once in a week telecast and that’s it.

8. I realized yesterday in class, that it is been 2 years since I broke up with axe. I want to know what is going on in his life. Whether he is committed? Did he pass the CA exam and if he didn’t, I want to make fun of him, mock him even if only I do it alone. 😀 It gives me a sense of satisfaction. Yes, I am a sadist.

9. People with a sweet tooth have a sweeter personality, a study finds. I don’t think so. What do you say?

10. In one week, the average person will learn more from Google than 4 years of high school. Proof that I don’t believe in a formal school education. However, I do believe in proms and farewell parties 😉

11. I miss Momsy. Whenever she calls me, I force her to talk to me a few more minutes, but she is always asking me to study and study. How do I tell her, I don’t want to study. Study induces sleep. She doesn’t want a fat, lazy bum as a her daughter. Right ?? Right !!!

12. Gappa got a new job. Yayayayayaayya to that 😀 Though she is not quite satisfied, but anything new deserves a yayayayaay 😀

13. J.K. Rowling is one person on earth who has impressed me like no one else. I can’t help but be amazed, amused, wide-eyed everytime I think the wild, creative imagination this lady possesses. *Respect*

14. It has been two years since I last got wet in the rain. Like going out in the rain for the purpose of getting wet. Why don’t I do it anymore? I don’t know 😦

15. It is Crazy Shopper’s birthday next week. What do I gift her? She shops for herself and I don’t know if she ever “needs” anything. Any suggestions. Please do not include things like books. She will laugh it all at my face.

*Sighs* I don’t have anything to write about. 😦

Money for God or God for Money

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I was in Bangalore for two months, for the purpose of internship. What I liked about Bangalore the most was it’s climate. And, maybe it was the only thing that I liked apart from the fact that I was with gappa for two months straight after I don’t know how many years.

So, gappa and me would go for shopping and aimless roaming around on every weekend. She took me to nice eateries in the city and I was more than delighted. And, how can I forget the shopping sprees. We would plan the next weekend outings a week before, so that we don’t waste anytime planning on the last moment and end up going no where.

So, on this particular weekend, we went to some mall (I forgot the name, will ask gappa and let you know!) for no reason. Apparently, more than half the population in the malls are there for no reason. 🙂

So, after doing nothing or maybe some window shopping we came out and gappa told me that there is a lord shiva temple just next to the mall and if I want we can go there as the temple prides itself in owning some I don’t know how much tall structure of lord shiva.  I agreed and we went in. The entry itself fascinated me as the whole temple was a replica of amarnath. It was beautifully designed. We went a little inside and there were two men on the entry to the main area of the temple selling entry coupons. Till here everything was still ok with me.

We went further in and in order to visit the temple of lord ganesha (lord shiva’s son and there was another huge idol of lord ganesha as well) we were asked to pay again. I looked at the lady who asked for the money (apparently that was her job and she wasn’t doing it as a service to god) with a weird expression. The thing is we already paid money at the entrance and now these people were again asking for money in order to visit the indivivual temples of god. Oh god!

Gappa and I decided we won’t pay to visit lord ganesha’s temple and we move further inside where lord shiva’s idol was placed. Thankfully, nobody asked us to pay to pray there as it was anyways huge enough for anybody to pray without paying (some logic huhh!)

There was another funny weirdo thing inside the temple. A man-made artificial pond of water was created and people were blindly throwing money into the pond so that their wishes come true. I mean to say the whole temple was man made. I know that all the temples are man made, but I say this here because it was designed to give the Amarnath feel. The water in the pond was I am very sure tubewell water or from the local municipal corporation. Above all, because people threw all kinds of flowers and stuff into the pond, it was dirty as well. To my surprise, people were actually throwing things into the water thinking their wish will come true if they do as directed on the boards in the temple. Guys, ever heard of God help those who help themselves !!!

Also, there were big daanpatra I don’t know what you call them in english for people to drop money. I know such daanpatras have always been inside a temple premises for people to drop in money according to their convenience, but a daanpatra at every ten steps is heights of earning money in the name of god. At the top of it, if a person by any chance (which was not possible considering the number of daanpatras), forgot to drop the money, they were installed till the place where you go back to collect your shoes.

I don’t understand the point of building temples where the sole criteria is to extract money. I also don’t understand the reasoning of people to submit to such nuances. I again don’t understand the logic of Indians when it comes to religion. Like the famous saying goes, everything is fair in love and war, here everything is fair in the name of god and religion.

Recently, I had my exams going on and coincidentally even Janmashthami (Lord krishna’s birthday) fell in the same week. The village near our college played all kinds of songs in the name of lord krishna (not a single song related to krishna, forget his birth). Instead they played all the songs of the actor Govinda from sona kitna sona hai to Anil kapoor’s Kaate nahi kat te ye din ye raat all in the name of the auspicious occasion of the birth of krishna. Phew! And, the volume was so loud, trust me so so loud that while writing the exam next day, the songs kept continously playing in my mind instead of the answers.

All these incidents sometime make me think, have we really lost it? Is there no sense left in the average Indian’s brain? Educated or not educated do we really need schools to teach us the basics of what is right and what is wrong? Where has all the common sense gone? But then common sense is not common to all, right!

Rash is diligent when it comes to going to temples and doing pooja. He thinks I don’t believe in god. I always try to make him understand but fail to do the same, because he is a better at arguing than me, mind you Rash that doesn’t justify that you are always logical 😀 And, now you know why I get irritated, because it is less about believing in god and more about either earning money or just fooling around. How can I forget to mention the recent uproar regarding all the fake babas (some of them even molesters) who did everything from extracting money, to sexual harassment in the name of religion (god), some of them even claimed of being direct descendants  and people blindly follow such idiots (who in turn are very smart because they know the common man’s weak points).

I won’t say anything about truth, but I just hope that sanity, reasonableness and logic prevails especially when it’s exam time.

What to expect when you are falling in love…

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Love.

Nobody has been able to define what it is. People have definitely expressed and penned down how it feels to be in love.

When I was with axe, I very strongly believed I was in love. But, then it all was not what I convinced myself it was. I did everything I could for him. Cards, letters, surprises, etc etc. It was never valued and I was so blind I couldn’t understand whatever I am doing the person is not worth it. I also don’t believe in big surprises, I like small things done for me with utmost love. Unfortunately, I have still to experience such affection, if at all it is written to be experienced by me.

Even after my personal experience, I can’t say that I don’t anymore believe in love. I do very much because of the people surrounding me who are addicted to it. Almost all my friends are committed. And everybody has seemed to experience those tiny special moments of romance in their relationship. I have a friend who is like right now in the process of falling in love (so does she says). Her guy is very simple, sober, patient and nice. But, he never reciprocates anything that she does for him. If she sends a romantic message to him, he doesn’t seem to understand how to reply to a female who dedicates  such beautifully written quotes to you. And I am not saying that he should reply in the same manner, write some shayari in return or go ga ga over it, but atleast an acknowledgement of the same can be expected.

I also sometimes feel that I expect a lot. And so I give such full of expectation advises to my friends that they end up fighting with their respective boyfriends. I expect (if at all I find a guy and if at all he would do such things) him to give me surprise visits, if he lives away from me (like another town). I expect him to sing random songs for me. I expect him to write letters (yes love letters) to me. I expect him to bring flowers for me when he comes to meet me. I expect him to call me up in the middle of the night and tell me that he loves me. I expect him to sometimes cook for me (even if it is tea and toast or maggie or lemon juice or just bazaar se layi hui ice-cream). I expect him to dance in the rain with me (even if he doesn’t dance). I expect him to sing cheesy bollywood songs for me (even if he just can’t sing and yes it should be strictly bollywood). I expect him to show and express what he feels because that is what is going to make me feel special and wanted. And, I expect him to make me feel special.

So am I expecting a lot ?? And mind you if this is a lot, then what happens to those guys whose girlfriends want them to take them to expensive places, buy diamond rings and gift them nothing less than GUCCI. By such standards, I think I am one of the nicest females on earth. Don’t you think so? 😉