Lets learn the art of shutting up.

It's just the heat...

To begin with, it's an important day tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after.Just wish me luck :) I haven't really written/posted anything since a week now, blame Delhi's heat,damn it cripples you, decreases one's intellect quotient, creativity, the intelligence quotient, restricts your thoughts and bla bla bla. So, this week has been futile (as usual) yet eventful.We recently visited the India Gate, and I loved every bit of it. I really felt proud that day (1. of the obvious fact , 2. my family finally chose India gate over the shitty malls) . It commemorates 90,000 soldiers who lost their lives while fighting against the British . Isn't that something ? So, we went there, ate everything we could -ice-cream, papad, bhutta (corn), gol-gappe, bhel. We bought 'gadgets' - LED horns, LED helicopters :D , but one thing that really pissed me off was absence of dustbins there. I mean, hell.. they've blocked roads and taken meaningless steps for the CWG , and they couldn't keep dustbins till the games at least ? How hypo critical. So I threw the garbage on the Raj Path (I couldn't keep the ice-cream wrapper in my pocket :|) my family calls me a hypo crite , since i keep throwing things here and there when at home. Upon psycho-analyzing myself I found randomness gets onto my nerves, it's like that piece of garbage when on road,would rest there for eternity and hence increasing the degree of randomness of the universe but when at home, there are characters who devote their lives to decrease randomness ( for example a 'mother') so, you understand? And probably for the same reason I prefer 'tandoori' roti over 'rumali' , for the later simply increases the degree of randomness in my plate. :| Lame ? I know :( . Please excuse me, it's just the heat :D

p.s I'd try and re-write this post in winters to measure my sanity.

It's funny how oddly unpredictable some people are, so much so that you can label them as patients of split personality disorder, it really takes a toll on me, a person behaving in a certain manner is totally a different freaking person the very next day ? They just don't seem to care how the other person would adjust to their extremes (if I may say so) . Have you ever come across such people? or are you one ?

The salwar kameez episode

Yes, I did wear it. A blue flashy shimmery shaadi material. People said I looked good. While i was wearing it, it felt like I'm burying myself so deep under the ground that I'll fail to respire :| and to add cherry on the cake, I was made to wear heels, I simply abhor heels more than anything else in the world, they'd have pencil heel, pointed, platform and what nots , heres why i hate heels

• High probability of a fall. (No, really)
• My legs pain as if I climbed Everest.
• Since pressure is force per unit area, for pointed heels, the area of contact is less and hence pressure applied is more and therefore you're screwed :|

So, in a nut shell I wasn't comfortable, which tops my priority but alas no one understands :( so I must look good and pseudo-taller, which I did.Any girl can look glamorous, all you've gotto do is stand still and look stupid, which again I did :D Anyway, now that I'm done with the cribbing part, I'll talk about the most difficult part , the struggle to look and act and behave, like a girl. So I was there, struggling with the 'dupatta' , the heel, you need to sit in a certain manner, walk in a certain manner, be with certain people.. but one thing I really liked.. children below 9 years of age and people above 70 years of age, they were really enjoying, they didn't care how they looked, what they ate, how to talk, they were so in ease with 'emselves , so at the end of the day I was happy the way things turned out, but I still wish, I had an alternate for the heel part.. damn it pains, it still does, wish I was taller. Maybe I'll invent something, someday.

My journey back to life !

Why do people marry.. and worse, why do they invite people over ? Damn, today was a very tragic day, a certain cousin is getting engagged today, good thing , but why am i supposed to attend that ? Attending wouldn't be an issue, if my mum wouldn't be after my life to visit a certain parlour (beauty salon), obviously i revolted back, I mean hell .. why am I supposed to look good, it's her wedding after all? But then mum got angry, and you know angry mum is immune to my flawless logics :| So I had to go there, as I enter, i see some oldie, she must be 70 or prolly above , bent with age, and wanted to get something done outta her, I couldn't guess until the beautician actually addressed her, from the looks of it, she wanted her make-over done (really) , I had to switch my focus, another lady was getting her facial done, and many more things to it, which I'm incompetent to state, and guess what she was pretending as if the entire process is spiritual, and shes sitting on some himalayan peak, getting enlightened. Funny t'was. And then came my turn, my mum told the lady to do something to my face, futile attempts to make it look good ( I always pity ignorant people) anyway, she began the process, it was called 'cleansing' .. she started with a gel sort of a thing, which I was sure would make no difference to anyone whatsoever, and then she applied a certain 'face pack' you know what they do ? they'd paralyse your face, let it enter the dis-abled mode, and they make the customer believe that this process is relaxing ( they hypnotize probably :D ) and whoa , it was done, took a century to complete, and as i guessed didn't make any difference :) but the people there made mum believe that my face was bloody glowing, I'm still searching the angle. woof ! and i got outta there, as this ends another story begins. I'm supposed to wear salwar kameez for the function today. Shit happens !

- would soon update whatever happened after the salwar kameez episode.