The Disappearing Caravan

The caravan is at another trailer park

2011-01-02T08:55:00.000-08:00

And here's the wierd part..

IT's not a caravan anymore..
It's a Red Door.

Pretty cool,eh?[the magic part,transformation thingamajig..]

See you on the other side.

Love,
Sweta

I write nonsense,yet the desire to put binary-converted words on screen doesn't go away

2010-12-30T07:11:00.000-08:00

Most people would be making year-end plans by now.Snazzy clothes.Slimmer waistlines.Optical illusions[erm,what?] so on,and so forth.
But me?
I live with my parents.
And drink with my dad[he does mix a mean drink..]
I still say two thousand and ten,not twenty-ten and today of all days I decided to heave-ho on the weighing machine.And got a shock[the bad kind]
I still take crappy photos.
And haven't yet found out how to make pic-a-licious posts,with rounded corners.
I have tried M.S paint,yes.But I'm lazy[actually,I just lack the talent.but lazy just sounded better.Huh?Yea.]
I spent 818 rupees on text books I don't plan on making much use of,yet,have I must.
I forgot my camera,again!
I returned home,broke.
Today I visited a new part of town.Felt good :)
I wish he were there,at the other end of the table to remind me to stir my coffee so that the fiery liquid that scalded my tonsils out had ,in its own right, been better tasting.
It's a new he.I'm done with jackass.He however,is not done with me.*grimace*
I read a HORRID post.Made me gouge my eyes out.People talk about first impressions.This came to me after the 199th.Fark.[this is where you sagely nod your head and think-to yourself..outloud?*she is not only into rocket science,but she's bitchy as well.Score!*]
I'll be on the other side of twenty.
How old are you?
Twenty-somfink.~~Touche~~.Olay?

Oh,thats just me..
..and you are?

Ohh la la

2010-12-24T01:16:00.000-08:00

Where was I?

Oh I forget,I have been MIA for the last two months..we aren't even going there.I have done that before.Let's just accept and move on shall we? :)

TY and GNETCHY? I LOVE you. This was the purpose of this post.I declare undying love. YES.

Oh,and?Merry Christmas. <3

Tonight I must speak.

2010-10-02T15:09:00.000-07:00

This is something which hasn't happened in a long time.My teeth are overly sweetened and chilled by every swig that I take from my can of Diet Coke.I can't sleep-not because I spent the whole day sleeping in but because,well just because my brain won't shut up.It took a while for me to admit that all the super active clockwork in my brain is because I am lonely.And have been so for a while.No,it doesn't have anything to do with the fact that I'm newly single,not tonight anyway.

I had a nagging feeling, and yet I was utterly dismayed when my calculating thumb didn't even make it past the middle of the second finger. So, it just took a few seconds more to count the people I can count on.My friends have always been like my favourite books,few--but the best.And as I lay in bed watching the fake flourescent stars moons and a solitary planet light up my ceiling,it broke me to see the numbers dwindle.

Earlier this year I broke up with my boyfriend of four years whom I have known for and been friends with for 15
.I had my heart broken by a much older man at 16 and I had self image issues like every other gazzilion teenager across the world.This sweet boy who seemed as awkward and as self conscious as me in a world chasing perfection made me feel a sense of belonging when we laughed and held hands It was effortless at first and then as he grew more demanding everyday I pushed myself to please him.I convinced myself that it was co-operation,and that was needed in every relationship for it to survive.It was co-operation when I gave up seeing my friends for him,the very friends who wished us well and with whom we'd had mud fights together as kids.It surprised me for we had known each other so long and had been good friends for as long as I can remember.I don't know what about me gave him the impression that I could not be trusted-- that he tried to put me on blinkers and a leash.rAnd then again cooperation it was when I had to skip family functions for he distinctly gave the impression that he felt I would be screwing my cousins behind closed doors at said family function.I reasoned with him.I dismissed it as him just being the spoilt rich brat he had grown up as,consumed by his senseless insecurity and hoped that he would sooner than later morph into a reasonable man.

Mid April this year I asked for some time apart to which he put his foot down flatly stating, "No such thing would be happening".I knew I had wavered long enough,and this was my chance to find myself again and hoped he would do the same.That day he tried to force himself on me and it was at that moment that all hope in me died.I have been liberal with chances over the years-when I found him kissing another girl at the end of our first year,when his family maligned me as a gold digger and in many other instances too personal to disclose.
And then there were the lies.Too many to count.

And today it hurts me the most when I'm told I'm intolerant and too forward and that I must give him another chance--for this is what they have to say with a grin that would shame even the Cheshire cat... "Boys will be boys"...
No,shit.Really?
Said words were spoken by people whom I once considered my closest friends.See why it stings?

I initiated it,and it was a first for me.I'm usually the kind of person who doesn't give up on relationships easily-it leaves me with a foreboding sense of failure and I keep searching until I'm all spent and consumed from within.Not a good feeling I must say and I have tried avoiding it at all times and in any and every kind of relationship.I have no shame in admitting my mistake or even taking the first step in the kissing and making up business.None at all.People whom I love matter the most to me,my ego and pride are usually left taking a hike and I have never taken much notice as long as I can strike a balance between being level headed and avoid seeming like a simpering,needy doormat.

I don't think I have ever revealed so much of me in a blog post before.I'm usually personally impersonal,and I have taken great care to stay that way.But today I must speak,for if I don't I'd absolutely burst.I have been trying to ignore the terrible repurcusions of bringing these feelings to the surface,but if truth be told I'm already feeling a lot better.Hell,to think I haven't been this frank with myself for ages.Sighs.

Last week I met an old friend. "I heard you guys broke up," were the first words out of her mouth after pleasantries were exchanged." You were so good together!What happened?I thought it would be forever",she added.

Honestly? So did I.

How DO you do it?

2010-10-01T16:07:00.000-07:00

Okay,I've bitten my tongue a fair few times but I gotta admit - I'm a tech fail.In my current situation that is-not in entirety,mind you.I've been told that I'm good at handling that kind of cargo-among other things.
Technology does not hate me.I'm kind of like Edward the Confessor when it comes to obstinate cellphones.[Real story?I just know how to work them,unlike some of my friends who hold gadgets like Japanese fans in their hands-functional showpieces -which apparently refuse to function in their hands.Or so I've been told]I'll toot my own horn and admit to being the unhot Mikaela Banes of switch boards and electronic devices.[hells,yea!].I'm the anti-christ of ill-working fans,A/cs and car engines[this is too much,strike out car engines]-and also it takes just one of me(and my dog) to change a lightbulb.[roll thy eyes at the drama queen and I'll mind not *wink*]

There's only one instance of technology abuse when I forgot my phone in my pocket and it went for a spin in the washing machine.But that really is all.I've never even ill-treated a calculator in my life,nor have I taken the ungodly power of wrenches and nuts and bolts and all kinds of crazy screws that hold our rickety lives a together for granted.Hell,I even rejoiced at the [un]holy matrimony of Google and Wave.

I admit to following an inhuman number of blogs,but that doesn't mean you can tech-fart in my face,Blogger and suddenly show me "You are following no blogs!ADD one NOW!" EVERY OTHER DAY.I thought I was the one turning into a 10 second Tom [sorry Tom lol,it was that or 5 second Farrah/Fanny<---UGHLEY] or a damn gold fish.

"you'll get over it in about three seconds."

"get over it? what happend did i get shot in the brain or--Hi I'm Tom!"

hehe!

So today I ask:How DO you do it?Keep up with the blogs you follow,I mean.Do you use a reader?I tried Google reader once but I couldn't really wrap my head around it.Most importantly,has Blogger ever played the step-dame with you?I'm feeling diminutive and unloved here [attentionmonger,much? :D]
Every one of the blogs I follow is unique and awesome and its a drag to suddenly go clickety click on one url and then find that you have missed the last 324678973423874 posts.I'd like to keep up with all the blogs because I like being in the know what goes on other in people's lives and their bedrooms.Yes I'm creepy like that.Bwahaha.

So,Step 1?Stop being lazy,I know![Good ruddy luck,Sweta] Step 2 :You point me in that direction and I promise to do either or all of the following things.

1.Love you forever.Absolute and obsessive and stalkerish LOVE.
2.Pray that your kids don't kill you in your sleep and make it large with your fortune.
3.Pray and and kind of make sure that your handsome grandchild does not roll a 70 year old you down a hill,kill their parents and turn your mansion into a fake shiny boobie factory[YAAY boobies!]-doesn't sound too bad now,does it?hm.

Like I said,either/or or ALL.

Just think about it ;)

Word vomit.Or something like that.

2010-09-25T06:55:00.000-07:00

Seeing that I have not been very generous with posting lately,a light bulb keeps pinging me in odd places like a stupid itch(that I can’t scratch RIGHT then) but when I want to,its not there.Makes sense,right?Here,let me illustrate.

The other day,while one of our crazy professors dissected Clym from The Return of the Native,I had this great idea for a post.It made me want to slap her dead and zoom to the nearest computer and type my ass off.(because I KNEW that by the time I’d be at my desk gnawing and gnashing my keyboard to death,I’d be a vegetable).

But ofcourse,I had to wait four more hours for college to get over-punctuated with a mini shopping spree for one of my friends and coaching a 9 year old who neither understands English well,nor his own language(see how we are caught in a half-assed limbo here?) and when I was finally back home with my Pc glowing in the dark,I had just one thought.

Fuck,how do I begin?(I hate to say this,but I told you so!)

So,I did what I had to do-set my movies to download and flopped back on the bed.

This was two weeks ago.

And I am not feeling better.Awesome Tyla fed me an idea for a blog post,but I died on the way to research.{Though I WILL complete that because it’s absolutely marvelous}

On another note,my lack of words seems to have unleashed the profane bitch in me,as you can clearly see.

WRONG.I just wanted to play nice on my blog.I can put a hardened truck driver to shame(No offence to such vehicle pullers).~~And its genetic.~~

The other day I had three moderately awesome ideas for a post while drowning myself in the shower before college.And another in the loo while reading the sports section{hey-o!Common Wealth Games,get well soon,prettyfuckingplease?!}

But blah here I am struggling to put words together while I watch my dog scratch his balls and sniff his ass on my bed.

Pathetic.

Since this is pretty much turning into a writing exercise or some half-assed finger yoga,I better wrap it up before you bash your moniter in.

Bbbut…..not before ...
THIS..

The video is in Spanish,with the man talking about some Spanish *presidente*.

Poor Goat,he just wants some hair accessories-GIVE IT TO HIM BLABBER MOUTH!

And something for you to work out to...

Bwahahaha

**We are not friends if you don't like Angry Goat.He has charm.***

***I'm kidding.Not about the charm part though.

Now,now really?

2010-09-15T20:15:00.000-07:00

Um, no,I don't want your seat.Nice of you to offer though :)...

Yes,I KNOW the zip of my backpack is broken.

Are you following me?{Yip!Please don't,you're not that cute}

I'M NOT YOUR *MON AMOUR*,FREAK!

Don't close in,I can see white flakes in your hair.A bad case of dandruff?

Or worse.Lice? :O

Yikes.

Just another day in a crowded metro.Le Sigh

I pooped my witty

2010-09-14T09:39:00.000-07:00

The past few posts I have written is honestly making me cry exactly how half-assed shizzola makes me cry.And for crying out loud-that's what they were.My life is dreary{thanks to the purely mental bitches that we have for professors.Talk to us nicely once,eh?what gives?} and dull and studying English literature has somehow stemmed instead of boosting my creativity.For fuck's sake,I haven't read a good book in ages,outside of what we are studying in college.And I'm not liking it one bit.

Secondly,have you heard of a business without any capital?*cough* mine*cough*India is not good with part time jobs for students at all.
Dear Country,I love you-but you suck donkee doo doo on this aspect.FAIL.Ugh.

Thirdly,do you know about my awesome penpal Tyla?Yea, I haven't written to her in months.isucklikethat.

But we also roll like this---->Online Icecream/Vodka Social hosted at Gnetchy's blog.
Yaay team Asian!

But here are some bright spots

I'm pretty much getting the hang of playing around with codes and Adobe Creative Suite and was finally able to put up this new template.You likey? *wink* If you've been reading my blog[s] for a while,you would know I'm crazy about sporting new looks almost,uh,weekly and might I add,a few of my blogs died on me due to my excess code rape-ola.So I decided multiple looks must have multiple blogs,and not necessarily mine. ;) My design blog with its premade templates is under construction to be put up latest by end of September.Need a bloggy facelift?Hit the contact button and we'll talk :)
I am newly single-and this by far is the BRIGHTEST spot : D In two years I'm probably moving and I'm super excited about it-and its one of the places I have always dreamt of living in : D The deets are a bit hazy right now but ze intentions are solid and sharp.

I'm tired of playing the disappearing game.It gets old after a while.Expect to see me around.A LOT.

I'm warning you... ;)

So now I'm a meme whore..

2010-06-27T11:02:00.000-07:00

And only vaguely narcissistic {I wish ;)}

Today my grand ol' ~~soccer~~ football post was supposed to be up and and all,but I never got around to finish it{or let's just say,I never started it}

So, I'm taking the easy way out.

I came across the Just Me Sunday meme while trawling through blogville and found this adorable blog,Just me

How to play?
You take a photo during the week and post it on Sunday,easy peasy!Also,include the Sunday Just me post button in your blogpost,and link up to her Mclinky here

{Ready?}

{There ya go-new shades,new webcam...and a multicoloured me..surely you didn't miss the arms? ;)}

It came soon,didn't it Gnetchy? ;)

Hope you had a great weekend,ya'll!And a shoutout to all my new readers..Thanks for the follow :)Welcome aboard the Caravan{which tends to disappear from time to time,I'm a fuckin' magician,ya'll! ;)]

And,now I must scoot! Cos..

SQEEE!

That's right..It's almost time! OMFG,IF only those tooters would shut up..in twitter speak?#Vuvuzela.Grr

P.s:Mish thinks my blog has substance.Aww,Wow,I must be doing something right?OR that she is incredibly sweet-I'm leaning in favour of the latter,o'course ;) Thanks Mish!

God knows I need some:Follow back Friday

2010-06-25T10:34:00.000-07:00

Lalala,I love this!Let's just hope I get lucky,eh?[hint hint:follow,cough, follow]

pic from here

NycIslandGal is hosting this bloghop[and I totally went hippity hop from Mishieru's when I saw her post] Follow back Friday where in you blog about it,put her button in the post and throw in a few random facts about yourself-kinda like a statutory warning-as to what the potential readers might be getting themselves into.[and since you're here-you're supposed to shudder-a fair warning right there,see?]

So without further ado-here's my ha' penny[bite to see if it's legit,if you will :P]

I'm a HUGE history nerd and I'm rather obsessed with all things WW2.However,my nerdiness does leak into other territories as well-mostly my fondness for gadgets and picking up [and reading] good books.
I have three piercings and one of them just closed down-my nose(boo :(].But,come winter I'm up for it again![And this is where my wild side runs off into the desert.]
I don't believe in black or white[other than crayons and linen] while sizing up the world out there.I'm a VERY gray person-however my wardrobe does house a copious amount of black.
Summer makes me multicoloured-later this week I MIGHT have pictures to put up-y'know how it is?-my burning desire to prove my epic stupidty all over the place?Uhuh.[I hate you summer.]
Sometimes I'm grateful for chicklits[most of which I avoid like plague]But sometimes,its absolutely necessary to flush Milton and his cronies[through the ages-before and after] out of my system.[I'm a student of English lit,btw if you're wondering :)]

See you in the little faces window ;)!---->

Have A great Weekend!

I'd totally date you if I were Gay.OR if you weren't so politically incorrect.

2010-06-24T15:52:00.000-07:00

Sometimes,sometime in life you have just got to realise the fact that even if you've been gazing up the butthole of a certain someone for decades-you never really get to know them.Y'know..? KNOW them know them? They're smart,funny sometimes talented and with a few tag-along vices.But that's okay!

That is,until they drop crushing fart-fuck bombs on you like so..

Deploy Machine woman: SO..did you go after your license yet?[my driving license-I passed the test,whee!]

Me:Oh,god no!I have been meaning to call up the office forever!*kicks self* Bah but then,I'm a sucky driver.*this a a CLEAR fishing for sympathy line a little-AW,no!you'd be great[with a little practice] would have been awesome*

Instead,I got this...

Deploy Machine Woman:Ah,thats cos you're a woman.

Me:....

I was waiting for her to crack a smile and say "KIDDING,SLUT!".But it never came-she primped herself silly and walked out of the ladies.

And this is where I say WTF? Appropriately so,wouldn't you say?

Forget mutant,crazy drunk flashers,or heart breaking frat boys[why yes!I AM 20-what gave me away? ;)],or a lecher of a boss--ladies,sometimes we are our OWN worst enemies.Not cool,ya'll.Not cool.

P.s:This is a CLEAR fishing for I need a hug and and a double martini post.
P.s2:Blogger I cannot believe you don't know what letch means.Whats with the weeweewee red underline?

Bad Mama!

2010-06-23T17:43:00.000-07:00

Streaming thoughts on an alarming rate on a Thursday?CB @ The Dialogue has has just the thing :) Share your thoughts in a post,grab her button and link back to the hub.

Get,set,post!

When dad brought him home,little did I know that it would be a test run.

Well,dad didn't know that either.And I don't think he meant it to be.[and still doesn't.it's just me,me!me! lame ol' paranoid me! but I can't help wondering..].

I was just throwing some tantrums about the un-wearable kind of fur,ya know?Petting,cuddling and all the good thangs? Uhuh.And he came in a box.My own little bunch of fur.The unwearable,un-hangable-in-yo-closet kind.All's good? ARE YOU FREAKIN' KIDDING ME?**[~~why,yes this IS my time of the month!]~~

Overnight I was transformed from daddy's princess[just for writing purposes okay?My dad always had me by the neck,uhuh!] to a certified poopscooper.Dropper fed him food.wiped up and bundled him up.And by the end of the week my indignation for the single handed caretaking job was long gone.I was in love and for the first time met a man who loved me back.

In all the wrong ways.

Since the man in question happened to be my pup.[not withstanding the man-dog parallel,okay?okay.] there was little I could do about it.

Except watch the drama unfold.

When he was teething,he Edward-Cullened/sample-tested EVERYONE. We thought it would pass.No, we were assured it would pass.Are you getting the picture yet?

For the first few months we decided to re-christen him from Gypsy to Sir Bites-a-lot.He took my responsibility a bit too seriously,and also made up his mind that he was the alpha in the house.That didn't go down too well with dad.And the next thing I know, he was lying low to ambush my father everytime he saw dad give me a hug.That tactic is just for dad.And other males. No one enters my room,lest they go home with a fang in their thang[feel free to locate the thang].

And then became the shredder phase.The biggest casualty?A hundred bucks.And my learner's license.

At one and a half[and in dog years which is probably teenage] the hormones kicked in and lo! In a land far beyond was born Sir Humpsalot,who doggy molested me in my sleep.And a few cushions.We were pretty sure of his orientation until he made his moves on my dad.Needless to say fingers rose and without much magnetic force ended up pointing at me.Sigh.However,with Humpy,I found an escape route when people ended up saying "OH well,he is just an animal afterall!" Bingo? Iwish.

Well this got me thinking,if I failed so bad at a dry run what would I do with the real things?When my mini me-s' hang up and torture and impale other homo sapiens?What then?I hope nobody points at them then and says "Oh well,they are after all animals!".Yikes.~~Though admittedly that would have been easier.~~

Also,since I'm no good in the kitchen like this man,my kids would probably grow up eating horrible food and became lunch-snatchers at school.

...And my future looks pretty much like this...

Can we say Yikes! in unison?

Thank you.

**Au contraire,I love being the centre of his universe,and he occupies a more than significant position in mine :)

Fcition55:Consequences

2010-06-21T01:35:00.000-07:00

He struck without thinking about the consequences.

Mortified,he stared at his ghastly handiwork.And his blasphemy stared right back,its golden eye lifeless.

Panicked,he tried to back away.

Too late.He heard a bloodcurdling scream behind him...the wife!

..."So much for sunny sides up for breakfast,Raghav!"

*********************************************************************************

This is pretty much my story,minus the wife ;)
C & C people,be kind though. I'm kinda rusty, heh!

P.s:I can now sign my name.Yaaay literacy!

Joie de vivre and a li'l birfday cheer

2010-06-11T10:06:00.000-07:00

Are friends like these ♥

So I go MIA for a while,and this is what I find on Tyla's bloggie.BWAHAHAHA! I had 24 hours to come up with an explanation or I'll be getting ----> >.<[the angree Asian face]LOL from Ty and Gnetchy.[It's her Birthday today.What are you still doing here???]

So yes, take notes people.I tell yea, unlike Sarah Jessica Parker I found love before I found labels.Or so I thought.And also,it is just me or when you're single all you see are happy couples and when you're a couple you just see happy singles?Hm??Gah.Matters of the heart,I learnt- are no joie de vivre[unlike you awesome homegirls]-especially if person concerned tries to put you on blinkers.And a leash.Bow wow really isn't my favourite animal sound.

Also,I had to catch up on my reading-Gosh!I was SOO into the Sookie Stackhouse series that I almost renounced the world ^_^.Pretty much. Nothing like hot vampire-sexcapism,eh? :D

Also,did I ever tell you?For the first time I'll be opening and addressing letters-and my dear penny is none other than TYLS!! Yaay!Being a '90s kid and all,all I ever saw of letter writing is its last days of a dying art-yes,nothing short of!By the time I joined 20sb,everyone had been paired off,but Tyls was kind enough to take me off the streets ;).And I have been an extremely bad penny =( So far I've had two postcards and a letter from her![yaay] And I sent a letter EONS ago.I really have little patience for Regular mail too heh!So I'm off to reply to Ty's letter and i'm going to post it tomorrow!
Also,there's always room for more-if you want in it drop a line in the comments with your email,kay?

Still here?

Didn't I tell you it was Gnetchy's Happy Birfday?!Shoo!
RAWK IT GIRL!! ♥

P.s:If you aren't reading these two,you're rolling in loserness.Seriously.No Seriously.chop chop!

I'm a HUGE fan,okay?or the Rants of another true blood whore.whichever.

2010-06-09T02:36:00.000-07:00

**Spoiler Alert

So,I couldn't wait till Season3 of the gorgeous undead and scampered off to the nearest chain retail booksellers Starmark [Kolkata] and ordered my copy of the Sookie Stackhouse and the Southern Vampire Mystery novels.Firstly, I was super curious as to why everyone around webville[who had read the books on which the HBO original series True Blood is based] thought Bill Compton was such a wuss.Frankly,if you just watch the series, Mr.Compton,adept at seducing and sexin' would come across as anything but- so what if he looks a little older than the average hot vampire?He is just fine.No really.he is FINE[ Damn fine.]Everyone seemed to prefer an Eric-Sookie pairing.I can understand why[not really..but just by looking at this man-a tiny bit of understanding and longing does flood your consciosness,no?]

Skar-gasm!

But moving on,yes-Eric the Vampire IS the Head honcho-Sheriff of Area 5,incredibly rich,owner of Fangtasia-a vampire bar and over a thousand years old.The craving is understood.

Again,not really.Here in comes the books.I watched the first two seasons without reading the books-thereby breaking my *Read First* policy for the very first time.But I was getting too tired of all the waiting and the shitty fan-made videos on youtube that claimed to be trailers but turned out to be just a bunch of Eric -Sookie moments from the previous seasons stitched together with a few ladida romantic songs thrown in.Heinous,undeniably so.My desperation soared with all the Bill booing going on in the comment section of these videos and 2200 rupees and nine days later....I sometimes wonder..what was the point?Sure,I got a peek into what to expect of the next seasons.Not that the books were badly written,at this point I'm thinking its my wholly fault.My sole purpose in the persuasion of these books was that there would be some definite explanation of the Eric-Sookie super hyped chemistry.But all I got 9 books later was niggling disappointment.There was no ladida LURVE,Bill still rushed in -blood bond or no blood bond- whenever Sookie's trouble radar beeped.So did a lot of other creatures-most of them extremely hot[by definiton] guys. Sookie almost made out with one.and made whoopee with another.And 9 books later,she is still confused about her feelings for Eric and also she isn't sure of the fact that there ARE feelings involved.It's just the dangerous amount of blood exchange.

Phew.

~~That was the biased me ranting.The books weren't all that bad.~~

Well,yes they were bad.Well,kind of! Harris would keep introducing one character over and over each time she she wrote a new book.Like the vampire-ification[um,yea] of a certain Bubba. Or of Arlene's flaming red hair,and the fact that its most certainly dyed and not a natural red. Or the fact that Sam Merlotte's golden red hair formed an halo around his head.It's not just "remember how" stuff either,its like explaining to a new reader.Being part of an ongoing series,I doubt anybody would just randomly pick up Book no.5 and make head or tail of it.

And the Southern Vampire Mysteries?Um,yea the mystery part?It just got solved in the last five pages,while the rest of the pages Sookie like a deliciously luxurious trouble dilettante kept flitting in and out of it.She isn't as simple a southern belle she would like you to believe just because she buys her clothes from Wal-Mart.

Sookie Stackhouse of the novels even makes Bella Swan look good.I mean it.I may get clubbed for saying this,but so be it.I suggest you stick to the T.V Series.

Now THAT,my friends scores, in the astronomical planes of awesome.

To say nothing of it having one of the best opening credits,EVER.

I wanna do bad things with you...

Well I knew that I'd be back

2010-06-08T05:08:00.000-07:00

I had somefink along the lines of whatdoyacallit? Writer's Block.Except for me it was like Get-up-on-your-ass-sit-straight-and-PLEASE-don't-crap-off-to-sleep block.
Is that right?

Thats right.
Well I showed up on blogville from time to time and read yours,obv-I just couldn't go cold turkey all the way *shudders*-I'm in too deep.[Which,must I add,isn't too bad.]
I have been in numb suspension for a while,relationships can be bad for you,well the crappy ones anyway.And sometimes I almost wish I didn't have that ring on my finger-albeit its a pretty,pretty thing,sometimes it just turns into a thorny,scratchy,itchy menacle of the nth degree of hell.And I'm not exactly Miss Hot Pants either.You know what they say about saying it all without saying it all?Yea? This is it.

Well thats one of the reasons,not a good one-and I'm a big girl[hey,20 in July,whoo-still not old enough to waltz into a bar,but old enough anyway,no?] and I figured I couldn't hide under a rock every time huge wheels scraping gravel choose to thunder my way.The art of it is to dodge and sometimes hit back.

End small rant.How ya'll been? I've missed you.True story. =)

I always love a good quote

2010-05-23T05:09:00.000-07:00

Picture from We ♥ It

http://typicalpocky.tumblr.com/page/3

"For all men live by truth, and stand in need of expression. In love, in art, in avarice, in politics, in labor, in games, we study to utter our painful secret. The man is only half himself, the other half is his expression. "-Ralph Waldo Emmerson

Happy Sunday Ya'll! =)

This is what happens if you spend too much time online..

2010-05-14T00:06:00.000-07:00

You just want to plonk.And not return.FOR AGES.

This what I have been doing folks,plonking..however-the good part is I also caught up on a bit of reading.chicklit ;) More on that later.

So sorry if I haven't been wrecking your spaces with my douchey comments,just missing a bit of the zingaling here.Though,I'd say lovely Tyla did fire me up with this award ♥

She is also my penny of many thoughts =D.I'll get mail! Isn't that super??

In other news,I ordered my copy of Sookie Stackhouse and the Southern Vampire Mysteries.I'm curious to find out whats the big deal about Sookie-Eric thingy...except the part that Eric makes me ~~all tingly in my girl parts~~ ALL LE SWOON!Apparently,the chemistry between them in the books is better explained.

Sucking on me thumb,and rattling my empty coke can for now.Will be back soon.

P.s:Rude of me not to mention this earlier..But How you doing?

Don't blame me,it's monday!

2010-05-09T21:46:00.000-07:00

And so I came up with this.Bwahaha.

pic found here

They say you must always look out for your friends-

Let us,then call her Crackpot Jane,

[Who,might I add-in my high horsey ol’ books

Was

A Li’l lame]

But then,you know the kind?

For whom,you’d willingly run down and get

[Spending a whole lot more than ha’ penny] a shiny new Bottle

Of Sane?

“What are you getting me for my Happy Birthday,dung brain?”

-A little gloss over her nincompoopery-insane!

To her credit,

She hit on the same boy since we were eight-

Only to be turned down-a hundred times,again!

Two score,and four-

In the pouring rain I stand,

Roses of yesterday,already dying in my hand.

Squinting at the headstone-A wasted calligraphy to read

“She lived as she died.

Happy..”

[and a edit,with a grubby hand-which perhaps many dwarves have had slain?]

“..sniffing cocaine.”

Life? Or a Hater?

Smile.Die.Defame?

Like I said,it's Monday. ;)

No.3..Wondering what THAT is?

2010-05-04T02:52:00.000-07:00

The Lovely Gnetch tagged me for the "Me in 3s" meme,and gosh I've been slacking!but here it is.Did ya check her out[in a totally non pervy way] like I told you to?

Three names I go by:

1. Sreyasi [pronounced Sray-o-she]- my real name-aka the one on passports and bank accounts and other whatsits or as we say in Bengali*-bhalo naam

2. Sweta [pronounced like Sweater without the r ;)]- my nickname[ daak naam in Bengali] by which my family ~~and close friends call me.~~Just my family.If you are Bengali,or have read The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri,you'll get the whole*daak naam* and *bhalo naam* deal.

3. rhythmd - my *alias* from the crazy forum days.Yes I'm a geek.Who else would refer to their *forum days* as something fun.Okay I said crazy,but actually meant fun.

Three jobs I've had:

1. Poopscooper*

2. Poopscooper*

3. Poopscooping car-washer[bird poo here]

*UNPAID!

Three places I have lived:

Rotting in the same apartment since The Flood.

Three fave drinks:

1. KFC Krushers Chocolash

2. Black coffee.STRONG.

3. vodka and lime cordial/vodka and coke/vodka and anything also,woohoo

Three TV shows I watch:

1. Psyche

2. The Big Bang Theory

3. True Blood

Three favorite retro TV shows:

1.Full House
2. Bewitched
3. Different Strokes

Three favorite dishes:
1.Chilli Garlic Crab

2.Biryani

3.Indian street food =)

Three things I'm looking forward to:
1. Graduating college and going out of the country for PG
2. Being financially independent and renting out on my own
3. Getting my blog design shop started.

Three places I've been:

Like Gnetch I have never been been out of the country,which sucks,to say the least.

Within my own boundary wall I have been to

1.Goa

Vagatore Beach,Goa

2.Delhi

Qutub Minar,Delhi

3.Nainital

Nainital

Three places I would like to visit:

1. Australia

2. Egypt

3. Italy

Three people I'm tagging:

Chatterbox

Tyla

Shilpa

Tcha!I'm done!

I have a lot to do!

2010-04-30T13:54:00.000-07:00

..And I dunno where to start.And this isn't a top or a bottom scenario either!

And this isn't going to be a structured post AT ALL because its in my head like this..

courtesy Wordle

Firstly,if I don't watch it,I'll end up spending half my life on 20sb.Not that its a bad thing,we rock it pretty hard there!=) And also,I have discovered SOO many wonderful blogs and met SO many people at once I'm kinda getting confused who's who.Trust me I'm not proud of that.And before this,I had NEVER ever wanted to read blog posts in a reader ,now I'm kinda realizing the need of one.Structured,organized reading.And since I'm me,I can only get so far.No,no don't drop the balls,Sweta,Learn to handle 'em well.They can be productive.The efforts I mean.

Yes,I dish out puns here like its my unpaid job.

Secondly,I tried to dance today.Really,sincerely-I tried to keep promises made to new found e-mates.And it was UGLY.[I say IT,because I don't like calling myself ugly.It's a Leo thing.You,however,can.]

But,if you think you can rock it,send in a crazy/awesomeass dance video over to Risha.You needn't be Mallika Sarabhai[and its 1am] just shake your bootay like ya means it.

Me,I'll keep trying.

btw,Sweta Trivia:She learned to dance Bharatnatyam[a form of Indian Classical dance] since she was 4,left off at 16.[Interpret it as:Sweta stood at the corner of the room,trying to wholly or in part ignore the trainer who thumped his fat legs on the floor in vain trying to get her to budge a bit.Sometimes she tried to crane her neck and twirl her hands in a significantly dance-ey way,but mostly she got EXTREMELY attatched to lizard poo on Wednesday mornings.8am sharp.]

Oh and remember this AWESOME giveaway at April Showers?*sheepish grin*I won a free blog design! :) And I get to see the first draft of it on 3rd May.Can't wait!

ME in 3s meme from Gnetch pending.While I scrounge my draft for it,go on and check out her blog Thank Goodness for the Good ones[frackin' hilarious,she is!].Take your time,I'll take mine here.

Finally making sense of the fiddlede-doo stuff in the html section..might make some productive use of that and open up a a blog-design shop!!! =) Not doing customs at the mo'[need to hone my skills,or just...outsourse? ;)] just premades.yaay for new ideas [and inward cashflow =D]!:)

Make my 101 things to do in 1001 days list.And also,since I'm feeling overly ambitious,a 30 things till 30 might be on its way too.hut,hut,cadet!

pic found here

Have a great weekend!

And THIS was my weekend..

2010-04-25T10:42:00.000-07:00

To start off...

my dog ate my learner's licence.the original one :S

[the desk]got NO cleaning done. =(

sat for hours at the computer.yet didn't do what I had to. :/

spent the weekend indoors..horribly unmade and shite like so ^.

I swear I showered 3 times a day[even though I don't look it]

Well to sum it up

It was horribly fruitless,I got nothing done.No cleaning,no reading,negligible studying :|
Couldn't go out for fear of returning like this

pic found here

Summer,why you @#$^&!!

Excess heat makes my dog sick.So I spent majority of my weekend scooping sicke.

And thats all.

For the love of humanity and merlin's most baggy,holey,sweatpants-I hope yours was better!

P.S:Excuse the horrible webcam pics.I'm a bum,if you haven't realized yet. >.<

The (w)hole story

2010-04-22T17:09:00.000-07:00

Without all the bush beating brouhaha,I'll tell ya-Santa[read my Uncle armed with antiseptics and a fishhook needle] gave me a new hole for Christmas.

I was most definitely pleased.

And I was using it and how.

my present..wrapped in black thread >.<

Yea.Woohoo?Oui!

I name this pic-EXTACY!

And then,shit happened,invariably.I may or may not be biologically impaired in a lot of ways,but I really didn't expect my nose lobe to be so fat that almost a quarter inch sized nose pin wouldn't go through.But its me![and I don't say so casually,I make weird things happen] My piercings are NEVER first time lucky.EVER.I have taken piercing and re-piercing to a whole new level,so much so that my friends blame my deafness on the holes in my ears.Badabing.Badabang.

So yea,I slipped in a puny nose pin that only reached halfway through and didn't come out all silver and shiny out of the bottom,but I was happy how the li'l pink stone glinted and twinkled everytime I was out in the sun.Hell yea.

Then,things started to happen.

Bad,bad,things.

Pus-oozing,nose-pin-loosing,scratching-the-effed-nose-in-sleep things.

But I was fine that way,until it started closing up from the bottom,and everytime I scrunched my face[happens a lot-I have a scrunchy smile,and I smile a lot.So A leads to B,B to C,and so on] the thingy shot off like a lose piston,and stood there,tottering at the edge until I pushed it back in.I was terrified to take it out for even a night,fearful that the next morning I would lose the entrance.[is it just me,or does entrance sound a bit...weird.opening,maybe?]All this because I can have three meals a day without asking for it.Or something like that.

All was rosy,yea,until it plopped into my brownie mixture.That was when I decided it was time to kill.

Until next winter.New needles.Antiseptic.*atishoo!*Or probably this time by gunshot.

I miss you.You were the best thing that happened to my face.You'll be back again,won't ya,you shiny sexay thang?

No?

I'll make you.Aschtung,baby!

**If you have stopped by my blog now you might as well observe two minutes of silence for my dying,ahem, hole. Or you could just tell me I'm daft.Clickety click!

Fiction 55 :#2 Traumatized

2010-04-16T10:08:00.000-07:00

55 Fiction is a form of microfiction that refers to the works of fiction limited to a maximum of fifty-five words.

-Dear Wiki

Traumatized

She looked at the picture,and tore up inside.The news she had just read played and replayed in her mind like a ghastly ticker tape.The best things in life,she realized,were not only expensive,fattening and ungettable...but also GAY.
"See you in hell,George Michael",she said.*
Every fourteen year old has her day.

*It isnt my earnest belief that gay people go to hell.A disclaimer,just incase you were planning to go to the mattresses.

Comments?Criticisms?Bring 'em on

Schmuck out!

**Another repost from the blog I killed,heh ^_~

And so if the Seven Dwarfs went to sleep with Snow White...

2010-04-12T12:15:00.000-07:00

The parents wouldn't be all that happy :P

Honestly,the only word in focus here should be Seven,and this my friends was my pathetic attempt at humour.

So yes,the basics.
Whats this?: A TAG post *shiver ye timbers*? Naw its pretty fun.you get to talk about your fav subj. YOU! Groovy,no?
Thanks to the awesome girl CB for tagging me :D!Drop by on her blog and tell her she wries some mean stories! :) :)

In this tag I reveal seven random things about me.Suits me fine,folks! Here ya go!

Like CB,I'm insanely scared of escalators.Or is it my phobia of heights?So its a mixture.Okay so one time,I stepped in the middle of the two collapsible stair thingie,no yellow line! Argh..stumbled..and and almost fell but then managed to sit on the last step,and Tada! cruised the rest of the way down to the bottom on my arse.Klassy? You bet! ;)
I can't flirt to save my life.True Story!
I Love love love winter! Summers in tropical countries are shite![And don't mind a breezer to go if its summer either!Ha!]But yea winter...no runny make up,crisp,sunny days without turning into sweta steak.No tugging around the umbrella.winters.Are.Just.Awesome.[Whats your favourite season?]
The Internet is probably the most fav thing of mine.Um,okay not really books and my friends are.But interweb comes a close third. :D
I used to learn to play the guitar.Focus on used to.My teacher left me[left me?left me??how pathetic could i sound?lol] after I struggled with the F major chord for three weeks.Puny fingers.But I know,no excuses.But EFF you,teacher man!I loved the instrument,I even took it to bed,no joke![See,I never cover up my wierdness,cookie for me?]
I LOVE the smell of the first rain,the sodden earth :) A close second would be new books :D
I have 4 piercings...3 in each ear and one on the nose.Waiting for a Tatt,or few.Wants a NIN one.Mm,Trent! :D[Quick song suggestion:Right where it Belongs by Nine Inch nails aka NIN.Tell me how it was!]

Now for tagging others...

Alex,Nalini,Magali,Sid,Avk,Sorceror

Tagfest guys!

And thanks to Nalini for the cute award :)

Great Giveaway at April showers!

2010-04-01T23:52:00.000-07:00

Okay,I normally don't blog about giveaways,but this was just too DELICIOUS to just give a once over and scram,honestly!

April Showers and A Blog to Brag About are hosting AMAZING giveaways this month...FOR FREE BLOG DESIGNS!Need I say MORE? Just fly,folks!FLY!

I have been following both blogs for a while,and I tell ya,their designs are too darn cute to pass over!! To enter,click here,and follow the instructions on April's post.Hurry! It ends 2nd April 12 noon MST!

Ah,Mama ADORES makeovers ;)

Still here?!
SCRAM!

Fiction 55:Who's who

2010-03-30T10:42:00.000-07:00

55 Fiction is a form of microfiction that refers to
the works of fiction limited to a maximum of fifty-five words.

-Dear wiki

Who's who

She lay in bed watching him drift off to sleep,her fingers tracing patterns on his skin.She thought of the wonderful afternoon they had had,and that made her feel warm,fuzzy.She was at peace again with herself .
For a change she felt light.Too light.Her wedding ring,she realized with growing dread,lay forgotten on the artist's bedside table.

This is a re-post 55 from my old blog I killed,among all the others I wrote this somehow,strangely satisfied me.Your thoughts?

DU-OODE!

2010-03-29T01:12:00.000-07:00

Pop Corn téléphone portable micro-ondes
Uploaded by sassiere. - News videos from around the world.

Um.Wow.
Thats all.
P.s: Happy Monday ya'll!

The Many faces of Mr.Dick.

2010-03-27T12:34:00.000-07:00

**This post contains some *language*,if you are easily offended by those,I just you skip this post.Thank you:){PUSSSY}

The rest of you badasses,PROCEED!

You know what I'm talking about right?That awfully nice gentleman that totally *has* your back in a crowded tube?Or the very late Mr. Stockbroker who would *cushion* your bump in a jostling street?{READ:try to drill a new hole in your ass with their dicks}

THATS right,giddit??

Honestly Mr.Dick,'nuff is 'nuff.We totally KNOW thats not social service.Duh.

A bitchfest is not a place where female dogs compete for gold(oh well,in a way){OR,GOLDEN SHOWERS}

Have you been sleeping under a fucking rock?You could miss the millenium,but this?The Rise of the Machines...the Age of the Interweb and the Mutant cyberstalkers? We KNOW all about that poking device.Ohho.now you're crumbling like dry shite!
What you do you is not funny,not educational not anything positive.just. fucking.plain. disgusting.And to top it all,one of your accomplices decided to unleash his uncapped weiner on MY BITCHES.IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FREAKIN' ROAD![]

TheFUCK? Last I checked,flashing was STILL illegal!{Rules bendable for hot dudes.But boy,you were ugly as FUCK}

I tell ya mate,hanging out with your thang out isn't polite,not to mention unhygienic.

Life comes full circle,and Karma's a bitch,Mr.Dick.One little advice...if you stop your little hump-a-doo-dees,you just might get laid before you shrivel up and die.

YOU ARE WELCOME.

For the friend that is too nice

2010-03-26T10:45:00.000-07:00

And is mostly fucked over,once twice thrice!
But ya'know wha-?I love thee !

Had I been artful 'nough,,

I wouldn't let it be...

Hither and thither-the wind

that blows thee;

Yet my friend,I tell

You this...

All the truth in the world-

Would see me walk a mile(or hundred)

To see thy face light up with a smile...

♥ ♥ ♥

Cry me a River....or just breed me an elf/orc

2010-03-24T11:07:00.000-07:00

I have a preposterous announcement to make( don't worry it doesn't have anything to do with me moving back and forth between blog hosts again ;))

For all my love of fantasy,of all these years of existence,I can't help but make an admission in a teeny tiny voice that I started watching the LOTR trilogy only three days ago...for the first time.

Um. Yea.

Smelling Salts,anyone?

But..bbut, I'm back in the game now,so that makes me cool,no?I'm thinking it is,so just don't burst my bubble.Yet :P

For all of J.R.R Tolkeins' erudite history (he was a research scholar of Anglo Saxon Literature, specializing on Beowulf,and also a lecturer at an university),he just didn't appeal to my 11 year old self.I was getting high on Grindylows,Kappas and Divination... the *high fantasy* or in other words,Tolkein's babbling just put me on the drinking stool with a lot of ZZZZs.
But this weekend a friend,lets just call him Cude(rhymes with *dude*) took the piss out of me like so....

C: OH MY GOD.I can't believe you watched that crappy dragon movie{Eragon} and HAVE NOT YET WATCHED LOTR?

and

C: Sweta!If I had to die tomorrow,these are the movies I would watch! Its nothing like you have seen before. N O T H I N G.

and

C: You HAVE to get the EEs! *scuttles off and is back with a link to a few HD EE trailors on youtube*

And folks,I thus rented...just the theatrical versions. And...well its just phenomenal,to create a world like so.I had heard people complain that most other fantasies were a rip off from LOTR(Harry Potter apart,ofcourse...the similarity of existense of a few creatures doesnot count,call me biased,but so YEA!)...watching it just confirmed those rumours. If you have read Eragon and LOTR both,you'll know what I'm talking about.Things are just uncannily similar and my respect for Paolini,for having the patience to sit down and pen a (seemingly) magnificent fantasy(aka largescale rip off) is all but gone. Sigh!

and all that remains is Gimli:Nobody tosses a dwarf! ;)

Right now folks,I'm just TOO overwhelmed to pen a coherent post without seeming like a babbling idiot(which is not new now,is it? :P) All I'm gonna say is I'm willing to give LOTR (the books) a chance again :D

Oh,wait I couldn't end without showing you this...

Even if you aren't a video watcher,you don't wanna miss this,trust me ;)

Chop Chop!

And.....another pic of the pretty elf,for good measure. ;)

Now I can sleep well at night >: D Mwahahaha!

Pocket full of Appreciation

2010-03-19T23:46:00.000-07:00

Okay,I don't know how this happened,but it did.
Between all my scuttling between here and Wordpress,I still managed to scrape a few *Amoretti* ;).WOOT!

All from Rajlakshmi,thank you SO much girlie! *hugs*

Check out her amazing poetry on her blog-not just regular stuff either,amazing SHAPE poetry!Go tell her she is awesome!Scoot! :)

The Mischeif Maker award

haha,this is SO cute...and now to pass this on....

Lilu @Livit Luvit
Sid @Sidoscope
Sorcerer @ Diabolical
Aubrey @ Coffee in the corner

And this goes to...

Avada Kedavra,Sharon(bookpusher),Chatterbox,Lilu,Sid,Sorcerer,Dil On the rocks,Arun,Mama Zen,Shilpa ,Aubrey

Avada Kedavra,Sharon(bookpusher),Chatterbox,Sid,Sorcerer,Arun,Rajlakshmi(back atcha,girl!),Aubrey,Shilpa,Dil On the rocks,Mama Zen

And a thank you award for all my readers! :) Pickety pick!

Say,who brought the beer?

Where the jukebox? huh?oh...there?

Swing,folks!

YES,I like her :P.Don't judge :P

Growing up?

2010-03-18T00:58:00.000-07:00

Is good.

I have decided to see it that way.Not so long ago[Read two weeks] I was pretty bummed about being twenty,but now?

I.AM.PSYCHED.I just realized the good stuff,yaknow?staying up late.longer curfew,hm?I'll let that slide.

Being twenty means,you're not the baby anymore,you don't get ooohed and aaahed over[the eff?I do that to myself ALL the time.Narcissism,much? ;) hmp,you should too,its great for your self esteem I tell ya, ;) ].And that doesn't bother me.I'm still small enough*in size* to fit into a swing.So thats that.I don't miss being a child for the time being.Besides,all the good stuff about growing up is getting me an~~tsy in the pansty~~ pretty darn excited.

Right now I'm dreaming of...

My own pad!The coolest ever,all gadgetised and sleek.And yes,I MIGHT share it with my best friend.OOOH fun!And the cute signs on the doors when your guy is in?EPIC.Would you still want to be 9? hm? HM??
Vodka and coke(yes I do that),Vodka and lime cordial,Vodka and everything.Legal,legal All of it ;) And not just drinking with my dad for peanuts.hmp!And if you are Italian and have Grappa,let's talk. ;)
Sex.It's a part of growing up,right? ;)[Hey:DON'T JUDGE] :P

earning my OWN thing.Paying my OWN bills.NO more scrapping off parents.NO MORE!! "SWETA??!! IS this your broadband bill??", "HOW many new bags do you need??","Didn't you just go out with your friends yesterday??" I'll take care of it,daddy.Smug.Smooth ;)

Besides,there's my 30 Things till 30 list to look forward to.Hello,new decade!The Caravan?IT's ROLLING my friend!

Oh,and being almost 20 didn't stop Rajlakshmi from bestowing THREE awards upon me!Watch this space folks,you are going away with some or ALL of them :)

Age,ya'll.Just be 10 at heart ;)

Just remember what I said!

Meddling with the mind

2010-03-14T09:55:00.000-07:00

ringa-ding-a Ling!

[/caption]It's an established fact that I like the weird.Bollywood certainly isn't swimming in the type of weird I like,though there's other kind,with no particular reference or offence meant.
But sometimes,there comes a movie,in our very own Btown that is pretty darn uncharted,has a flavour of newness,weirdness and thus awesomeness.It is an established fact that think-y stuff doesn't sell in Bollwood and thus films like Golmaal and even OSO for that matter keep the box office madly ringing while Mumbai Meri Jaan and A Wednesday feed on a few spare change.

Karthik Calling Karthik.Hm.I don't know if the movie is wholly commercial(yes I do read the newspaper,but this has probably just passed me,so enlighten me),or of the 3 Idiots tango team,but it certainly
is enjoyable
makes for a good movie going/viewing experience.Besides I have a HUGE crush on Farhan Akhtar.

The story revolves around Karthik who happens to be treated like a doormat,and has been taking it lying down for ages-right from his sly-ass landlord to his equally slimy boss.But one phone call changes his life.And that isn't a lame "God calling" situation.Dig it?

This mysterious caller calls himself Karthik,sounds like Karthik,knows his credit card pin number and even the colour of his
underoos
socks.And if you have ever have had a heavy dose of Stephen King,Mary Higgins Clark or Sidney Sheldon,it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that the poor frog has MPD AKA Multiple personality disorder,in other words something VERY wrong,deep down.

Speaking of Deep down,the first word which comes to your mind?

C'mon?

Yea?

Subconscious?
Bingo!

And the very first NAME that comes to your mind,in relation with subconscious?

Freud,yea?

But,the *unconscious* has occupied a place in the Western World since the 1600s in English and Greek writings,starting from Augustine who lived 1500 years before Freud,and more *recently* Descartes and Saint Aquinas.
Freud divided the mind into three planes to understand the personality of a person..
the conscious: Or the immediate awareness
the preconscious Or the objects that the mind is aware off,but is beyond immediate awareness and can be summoned at will.

and finally the subconsciousthe state of the mind which which carefully masks the deepest desire of the person,and is not even in the reach of the awareness,immediate or otherwise.Dreams,Freud said are an important way of interpreting the subconsciousness desire of the person.Like the poor lamb Walter Mitty,repressed by a bossy wife daydreams and is chided by and laughed at by strangers and acquaintances alike.But in his fantasies,he is the best pilot a squadron could boast to have,the best soldier his fellow officers could ask for,the best lover,the smoothest criminal.(The Secret Life of Walter Mitty by James Thurber)

This is just in theory though,and I'm a noob...so how the hell am I supposed to work that out?
Hm,so one day I saw a HUGE poster of Satyajit Ray somewhere near Dhakuria Bridge,and and like all things in passing,I promptly forgot about it.Yet,I dreamt of being on a set with Ray.I wonder what that means,hm.Can you give me something of that sort that has happened to you,silly...it happens all the time heh :P

Often in case of immense grief,or a horribly bad incident,the mind tries to cushion the senses,and prepares a defense mechanism of its own.These defense mechanisms maybe in the form of alter egos or alternative personalities living within a person,yet out of reach.The alter ego maybe of a different age,or even a different gender or even from a different era.Creepy,no?

And the worst part?You can run from your house,your friends,the hooded stranger who marks your shadows and makes you jump..but,can you run from yourself?Kinda hard,don't you think?

So folks,who's on in your mind? ;)

BOO!

S-T-E-P-H-E-N K-I-N-G spells Unique

2010-03-06T05:40:00.000-08:00

[caption id="attachment_35" align="aligncenter" width="199" caption="Do you smell Oranges?"][/caption]

Sometimes he is too American for me to relate to him,to realise his analogies and have a hearty laugh.

Sometimes he is just too talkative.

But sometimes,he is just,well readable.To the end.

I finished the Dream catcher with lots of adrenaline rush,and cluthing my bedsheets in sweaty moments of paranoia,and sometimes just spacing out.

Lisey's Story,let's just not talk about it.

Cujo.Blah.Blah.

Cell.Um.WEIRD.

The Shining?Shit Scary. I wish I could say that...but not really.Creepy?you bet.

Do you smell oranges?Do you shine?

Say,can you tell me what REDRUM means?

Red RUM? or RED DRUM?Perhaps...MURDER spelled backwards?Usually I don't read "horror" stories.It just isn't as effective as the visuals.But I have been trying to crack King for a while now,and The Shining came across as something I'd like to read through the end.Um,correction...I would be ABLE to read through the end.

Besides,I hate dropping books midway.REALLY REALLY hate.

Anyhoo I digrees.

To The Shining then.

With the Opening of the book,we are introduced to the Torrance family consisting Jack Torrance-the struggling-writer ,his wife Wendy and their son Danny.So yes,Danny has the Shine as he is told by Dick Halloran,chef of the Overlook Hotel where Jack Torrance gets job as the winter caretaker after being fired from the post of a school teacher after a case of student abuse.

"The Shine" as we get to know it,is the ability to communicate by telepathy,getting premonitions,seeing things that aren't there,and just stuff if you tell others might get you locked in a padded room.LOSING YOUR MARBLES,as Danny is quick to realise.But not quite so.

Danny's special ability is quick to tell him that moving to The Overlook is the worst decision the Torrance family would ever take,and till the end of the book,we aren't disappointed.

There are phantom guests drinking phantom martinis,however the party decorations are quite real.So real,so so real that you wonder how come you are not part of the fun.How?

And then you want to be.And this is the part where the Hotel gets to you.You want to murder your wife and son,and prove to the Hotel that you are of managerial timber,a dead grotesque woman who wants to wring your neck doesn't bother you.And you lie.Lie about the hedge animals that move.Lie that you are seeing things too.Lie that you want a drink,so bad that you could kill.

Hmm.

I need a drink.

Watch the sheets though. Just watch the sheets,will you?

Thanks.

"Fascination for the abomination" and other whatsits

2010-02-26T10:45:00.000-08:00

The other day at college we were doing Milton,ya know,the blind women hating poet?*And how he was apparently from the Devil’s party according to some Romantic Critics,which our teacher dismissed as tosh because hello!Milton?…the STAUNCH Puritan…of the devil’s Parday? It seemed increculous even to stupid ol’ me,but apparently they had reasons.If Paradise Lost,the great english epic be closely examined,some of the most ornate,magnanimous,and beautiful speeches has been assigned to Satan,the rebel angel,The Devil himself.The Reason?Milton didnot want it to be a cakewalk for God when they are ~~tearing at each othe~~r warring in Heaven.Okay,I’ll stop your crash course in literature right here and move on to what was buzzing around me head.

Voldemorte.Ring a bell?

I have always been strangely attracted to this man,as deliciously evil he might be.To me he has always been more fascinating than Harry and his friends,even the uber handsome bad boy Sirius,or good ol’ Dumblydorr.Voldy commands respect,is a smooth talker much like Milton’s Satan and his “fascination for the abomination” is what makes him so appealing.

OR take Bluebeard and his awesomely curious wife for example.Thousands of rooms-free t explore,yet one tiny room that she was forbidden to visit,but she did and boy!what a scare…severed heads of all his previous seven wives,cursing him to hell in their death

And now,we have our very own forbidden contemporary(hardly)…Edward.However,I donot find him as delicious as his father,or ze werewolf.Vampires.Werewolves.Forbidden.Abomination.STRANGELY FASCINATING.

Why just literary characters?It holds true for us well(and this what I was eager to come to).Many a time I have snuck out some fiery liquid from my dad’s liqour cabinet and then *forgot* to tell him about it.Further down memory lane,it was Mum’s lipsticks I wish I had pictures,I looked quite the diva(blip!).

More recently,its my detour around the city.I just love jumping on a bus going round and round the city discovering things about the place I have lived in for twenty years,but never known.Mum would freak out.Dad?Notsomuch.But its an unsaid thing that such detours alone are FORBIDDEN.And hence,deliciously welcome!

Whats your bluebeard story?

* That was said in good humour

I like the smell of new paint too often

2010-02-17T05:16:00.000-08:00

~~I have finally figured it out.~~

~~I know what I want to do with my life.~~

Who am I kidding?I'm one confused lamb.

What do you do when you have a LOT of options?And you are as confused as I am?

You play with it all,and make a frightful paste of all bad options thats just EW to look at and clean up.And you moan,and whine and blame and crib,but you go on playing with the ghastly paste.

God,I've got to tell you...Blogger is AWESOME,and the best part? its free.And it ain't half bad...got many bells and whistles you can add on from thrid party apps which blogger *indigenously* doesn't provide.BUT.Oh my marshmellows...I got SO damn tired playing with it all...I couldn't satisfy myself with ANYTHING I did to the damn blog.I couldn't keep my the blog's new finery on for A.Single.day. I know,as a girl,I have the inherent right to be a crabby bitch and pout and complain that I have nothing to wear while looking at a closetfull of the good stuff..(here,are you confused darlin's?What's she talking about? dress dress?Or blog ~~dress~~wear.It's blog wear I'm ripping apart here)

But really,HOW long can you tinker with your new toy?Obviously long enough,but not with without getting tired of it all.The point?I took an extended vacation from blogger ,and am setting up my pad here for2)awhile b)ever...whichever floats me boat ;)

The free stuff here doesn't allow me to play the field as much,which for the moment...is just what I needed.Like they say,If you can't nail the bird,jail freaking flailing birdie,mon!

Chop chop!

Pic found here