You, Me, and Happy.

You're pissed off, I'm pissed off. Mostly for the same reasons.


So let's stay away from each other and stay inside our personal broody bubbles. Or maybe we both just forget how pissed off we are and laugh over the stupid moments of today.


It's the little things that get to me, I think. Things like hand holding in Italy, bleah.




You know what I want? I want time. No, actually, I want to step out of the stream of Time, and pull you into my vortex and keep you there with me. Because then there are no constraints, no trains to catch at a particular moment, no traffic jams to beat, no people to get back home to, no responsibilities to attend to, no phone bills to pay.


But for now, I'm just going to let Iktara surround me.





Thank you, by the way.

Coconut. Chee.

Fitz was telling me about how I'm so westernized the other day. I got all offended and said "DUDE, I'm not THAT westernized! I know Hindi!" (Which is crap, because my hindi is just so, so, SO bad, I shouldn't ever admit to knowing any. There are no words to describe HOW bad. And there isn't even any justification for my crap Hindi, Jahangir spent the first ten years of his life in Bombay so he has THAT excuse, Neo spent her formative years in Hong Kong- I, on the other hand, have been in Delhi, the heart of North India ever since I was frickin' FIVE. I'm suchaloser. I thought I was going to fail my Hindi Board exam, even. But then I got 85%, so yaa boo sucks to all of you.)
So then he said "Alright, besides that, you don't even watch Bollywood cinema do you?"

And then I tried to list all the Hindi movies I've seen in my lifetime.






I came to a grand total of 6 and a half.




I suck.




So I've decided, enough is enough; I cannot go on living like this, feeling like a kid who was born into the wrong nationality.
So once I'm free enough, and in a position where I don't feel guilty about doing anything except bettering my academic performance, I will plonk myself down in front of the computer armed with everyone's recommendations, good food, and an arm to cuddle up to/clutch at all the appropriate scenes.

Jai Hind, brethren :D

I've been such a touch-me-not today, man, it's annoying even ME. But then I always annoy myself, so that isn't saying very much, really. I overreacted at the stupidest things and the most innocuous of comments, Jesu Christi, I'd even understand if everyone were to ignore me for the next couple days and not buy me food from the canteen for the week.

Today's been a very lazy day otherwise. Spent a lot of time in bed, all cuddled up in my blankie with the lights off and the phone on silent. Purr, I'm a happy mommy kitteh :D The little one's been really whiny though, Mother made prawns today and all he got was tails. Jahangir very nicely laid his down in front of Blub, who gave him this 'what the fuck is THIS shite' look, the picky little schmuckeroo.

The exams are coming closer, and closer, and closer...
And it's all just way uncool, 'cause my hair can't deal with all this stress and neither can my head and I just want to hide under aforementioned blankie and wait for the storm to pass and April to get here already. All these questions and expectations and Idontknows and Letussees will disappear like *poof*, then. I don't want these idiotic questions. I want to know that everything will be fine and it'll all work out and everyone will be happy and satisfied.

I have illegal drugs on me, and I don't know what do with it.

Your body is a wonderland. Forgive me for my 5yearold-in-a-candystore looks, those I cannot control.

My English teacher is a lying little kutti. Stream of Consciousness, my pimpled behind.