HAIKU

It was the first lecture of the day and having woken up early to wash my hair plus fussed about climbing to the college terrace classroom, I wasn't really sure If I had heard her right.
'Her' here refers to Shef , my english literature professor.We were doing poetry and she had just read one line from the poetry when she stopped.We waited for more to come and starred at her while she starred back at us to tell her what we thought about the poem.
Now ,I was very blank and I retorted,"What?The poemz over??"
The poem was over.
It was Haiku.(Taddaaa!!)

She recited many Haiku for us and it was great how so many us interpreted it in different ways. :)
Ever since,(that was three days back) I have been writing a lot of Haiku while doodling at the back of my notes and though I still haven't got a hang of how syllables are counted , I am really enjoying it! :)
So I decided that with every post I will try and pen a Haiku expressing the post content. :) Muhahaha!(evil laughter)

My first>>
Searching eyes unquenched.
Forced loveless smile.
A wait for tomorrow.

A cup of black tea

Arjun, one of my good friends who had shifted to Delhi surprised me by landing up at college last week.Now let me tell you something about this guy.Sure we say that everybody in this world is unique and tralala but I don't know anyone like Arjun.
So many things about him are striking but may be teh perfect way to describe him is that he must be Ayn Rand's Howard Roark.His life has a singular theme and he is the most unattached person I know.With a religion of his own, his ideas are somewhat startling but often make me ponder.
Having lived on the road for the past 3 years and after travelling to beautiful corners of the country, he has very basic needs.A photographer and journalist, Arjun is one of those guys who just decides that he would leave for Delhi the next day because he likes the winter there.
And each time you meet him may possibly be the last time you're ever seeing him.

Even this time, he's here for a short while and is headed for Oxford (with an awesome scholarship he won!!Yayy!!) by the end of this month.
Though I don't know when I will see him again (or if I ever will), I know that he would be one of my closest friends.One with whom even silence is comfortable...

Stuff I like

Places where I can see the horizon like a very blue sea

Expanses of desert

Sunrises and sunsets

A lot of orange and yellow and blue and black happening

Playing with bubbles

And balloons

White mornings when the sky is white,the air feels cool

The smell of rain on dry mud

Fast car and bike rides on empty roads with wind in hair

Wind in hair

Racy and dangerous amusement park n road rides

The feeling of wonder and discovery

Dark star super filled sky

Eyes of the people I like

Awesome movies

Inspiration and hope

Scientific discoveries

A well written book

Travelling

Sometimes travelling alone

Music

Dance,every dance

Playing football in the rain in a mucky ground

Running and just running for fun

Smiling

Laughing till it hurts

Genuinely loving someone

Living life

Being alive

"I hate coffee.I hope I like sex."

I have starred at this space for more than 15 minutes now and unlike usually how I just shut the window and go ,I am going to make a blog entry because I decided so.
Its 1. 34 am here in Mumbai and everyones sleeping and my back is aching and the one thing I am craving for right now is a Whiskey Creme Flavoured Gelato.(ooohh yummm sweet mother helll wooowww!)
Speaking of Gelatos' ,Italiano has this awesome offer in which every month has a 'flavour of the month' which you get for Rs 9 on the 1st of every month in every outlet.Even if that particular flavour is not nice enough ,its still worth 9 bucks and that ends all the discussion. :P
On Tuesday,when it was the 1st, Reba and me licked on our Gelatos and then went to her college before heading home.She stopped for coffee and offered me a cup to which I said, "No thanks. I don't like coffee.Never have.I hope I like sex."
Even Reba who is used to such statements from me almost choked on her coffee and the looked around and asked people if they heard me.
NOTE For those like Reba who don't know of this theory, there is this research by psychologists that says that what you think of the smell of coffee is what are your true feelings about sex.

Anyway, I have never had coffee and I can't stand the smell of it.(I know this is weird for a Tamilian but the calls of my morning Bournvita refuse to let me try stinky stuff.)
So I was wondering if this is really true.I definitely wouldn't add the adjective stinky to sex but I can't hate it.
We all have passed that phase during school when a chorused "haawww" would go up when we heard of this didi and that bhaiya being boyfriend -girlfriend and we have been through phases where we would crinkle our nose or change the channel when an intimate scene came up on TV.But I have crossed that stage.And I don't want to not like sex.Its not like I want to love it more than anything so that it occupies my mind all the time but it would be preferable to like it more (wayyy more) than I like coffee.Afterall, its the question of the continuation of my beautiful genes. :P

Stupid sick wandering mind

These past two days,I have been down with malaria-like symptoms and haven't stepped out of home.After all the hours of sleeping I've done, I had even free time to think about everything in the world and lately my mind has been doing a lot of negative-thinking.So once again ,I steered there.
I blame myself for our loosing Malhar.
And also for how I am being such a bad person with Bhatt.
I also caught a movie called The Freedom Writers that reminded me of some dreams I had previously held that I have conveniently managed to change saying I would rather lead a good, comfortable,sky-dive and visit every wonderful place in the world.I won't delve into this too much now because A. I haven't finished that bucket -list yet ; and B. It deserves a whole long post. (I am not sure if I want to change back to my old dreams..guess I need to write about this and do some balancing act.)
I remembered my losses of my Africa trip *shakes head,moans and drops head on keyboard exasperated* and imagined what all future consequences it may lead to. :(
I remembered a recent time when I screamed at someone(not uncalled for) and regretted being slightly fiery-tempered.

And I kind of believe in Karma so I feel that there's a lot of bad karma on me and man at the end of this life I do hope hell will have me!!(hey thats just an exaggeration okkkaay but yea shit has happens.)

Apart from all this , I was also grumbling about how only girls have to go through menstruation and all the pain that comes with it (yes, at 19 I still do that.) and caught a part of this awesome movie called Hero in Mandarin language on World movies.Really neat action.By neat I mean there's Uma Thurman in Kill Bill type action omitting all the blood and gore.It also has all these Chinese swordsmen/women with straight black long hair(even the guys!) blowing in the wind.
Yennyway(read in Mallu style), the comfort of my bed calls my menses-pain-attacked-back now.(*a few more grumbles here*).Night!

no way!!you can't get married now!!:O

This is probably a time when most good relatives would be happy but my cousin sister Janani's marriage plans are absolutely freaking me out.

Janani is my cousin from the maternal side and being borm just a year apart,we are quite close.Although we are very different as people(she not being the wild kid and black sheep), we have shared many many sleepovers discussing school and college time usuals.
Let me make things more clear.We are from a TamBrahm family and ideally they would very much love it,want it and may be force it upon us that we marry Tamil Brahmin Iyers.Her mom was always telling us,"yes sweetheart!get married to an iyer only.only then will it be convinient."
And for teh past year or more,I even have my mother passing such comments atleast twice a week."PLease dont give us a shock by doing anything.You are a role-model to all your cousins and must not set a wrong example.Only if you marry some tamil guy will you get parrupu chaadam with sambar and all."
Now I pretty much agree with that but marriage ,Im sure,is about a lot more than that.
Getting back to the current scene >> Janani and me had planned that in case we plan to do anything drastic(in the eyes of our family), like marry a guy from some other caste/language, we will back eachother up et al.Its not like I am absolutely planning to have to marry anyone other than someone from my community.But living in Mumbai ,its difficult to find someone so specific to your community and then actually like him and then not break up with him within a month.

Getting back to Janani.Not that I expected her to do something too drastic but the fact of her arranged marriage is not at all troubling me as much as her age.She's 20.
The auspicious date for the marriage has been chosen a few days after she turns 21(which I think is too young) and when she would have finished her final year of education.
My family plans to "push me off" bu the age of 24 but I have many other plans which I will divulge later.:D
But I could surely tell you my short term plans!The thing is ,when you go to these weddings, there are always these group of aunties who don't have a life and hence try to be the middle-women in match-making.So If you are close to 20 (which I am) and next in line for marriage in the family(which I will be at that time), you are probably going to be scrutinized, cheeks-pinched and have a mental biodata made of you.
Next July, during the wedding,I am expecting myself to be the victim of such investigation and thus,have come up with a tiny plan.
ACTION PLAN
1. Wear nose ring instead of a nose stud.(most people think nose rings look more bitchy)
2.Buy dhoti pants and other loose clothing from Causeway and sport it there.Look weird.
3.Pierce a second ear hole and a ear-top hole on one ear.

I know 3 steps don't sound like an action plan so I would appreciate suggestions.
The basic purpose is to scandalize the mamis so that hey don't consider me for the next 200 years.

But hey,here's a confession.I would actually be glad if there turns out to be real nice guy ,who can qualify my family's demands and mine as well and who is ready to wait till forever and who is not from Chennai.(I am really sorry for being judgemental but Chennai guys may perceive me to be too 'fast' ,so its more for their well-being that I don't prefer them.)

Now Now. I should not be thinking of other guys.I still have not broken up with Bhatt.

Excitement.Cheers.Fun.and Nothing

now this is a post I am absolutely NOT looking forward to write ,but I might as well just write it as a reminder of certain negative events.You see I often forget, and by forget I mean absolutely erase from my memory negative incidents which is not always good.So its preferable I record it here.
The thing is last weekend Malhar happened.And I was representing my college in the Bollywood dance.And we lost.I can't say we were the best as 2 other colleges were extra-ordinary.But we expected atleast 3rd place and one of the extra-ordinary colleges was even going to be disqualified.
Although my college won the Malhar trophy ,its really sad that we made barely a contribution to it and even more upsetting is that our team put in a lot of hard work for almost one and a half months and it all seems to have got no returns except that I have lost quite a bit of flab and am even hotter than before.:P
Ok I 'll keep this short as it goes in the stupid bad memory that must not be remembered tag.