I wanted to leave a mark on the world. So i took a walk on the beach. I let the soft sand sink under my feet as i pondered. I stopped and turned around. I had left a trail. I had left a mark indeed. As i smiled, the warm water rushed against my feet and washed away my trail. Disappointed i walked on to the mountainside. I stood in the valley and shouted in frustration. My voice echoed and i was reprimanded by my own voice. I lifted my head to see the rocky high structures. High into the clouds and rising. If i ever was to leave a mark, i decided, i would rise above and stand up tall. I will live on for hundreds, if not, thousands of years. When other youngbloods reach the valley of echoing frustration and look up, just like i did, they will find me. Towering over them with the message of truth. The truth that anything is possible. 

The Bookworm Saga | Of Mice and Men

I've been procrastinating  updating of The Bookworm Saga and with a legitimate reason. I had decided to read One Hundred Years of Solitude. Unfortunately, halfway through the book I stopped. I am apparently not one of those people who would find the book influential in my life. 

I initially picked up this book to read because i'd heard a lot of praise for it. Initially i liked the writing style and thought i would like the book like everyone else. But i have to be honest, i started reading it with the most distinct form of confusion. I was waiting for a concrete storyline. It has everything within the first hundred pages, gypsies, magic, alchemy, insomnia disease(??), inappropriate relations, creepy little girls, overdone love proclamations, incest and im sure ive missed a quite a lot more.  Then it got very very confusing, thanks to the parents naming all their offsprings after their grandfathers.

I returned the book immediately as I did not want to waste precious days on it anymore. As I scanned through the library shelf(yes one shelf of English fiction, just one) my eyes fixed on John Steinbeck's "Of Mice and Men". I am a huge fan of the band Of Mice & Men as a matter of fact and that is how I learnt about the book as well. So I picked it up immediately along with another book by Gabriel Marquez ( how daring!) The General in His Labyrinth.

Just now with steaming tears and a running nose, I finished reading the book "Of Mice and Men" . I knew there was a controversial ending, but did not expect it to be this. No spoilers of course, but if I you haven't read the book yet, please do. I made the mistake of reading it a bit too late. But hey, better late than never!

My eyes fill with tears even as I think about the story, to re-narrate it here. It starts with George and Lennie by a beautifully described river-side. For all you know, they could've been hiking. The real weight of the situation is only revealed much later. George and Lennie are childhood friends, but their closeness could qualify them as brothers I would say. Lennie is the big guy with a brain of a kid and George is the caretaker. George seems frustrated and annoyed with Lennie's antics (spoiler material, yeah) , he admits to it as well but he would never consider for a second about abandoning his friend.  The characters are so well written that you start to imagine them as they are and feel as they feel and when tragedy of sorts strikes, take my word, you will also be stricken as I was. George and Lennie dream about working up a stake and buying a place of their own where Lennie can pet his rabbits and be answerable to no one. This sets off the story and the events that follow are casual, if not normal. But they are subtle that gives the sense of unpredictability to the story. They work in a ranch owned by a man who has crazy self-esteem issued son, wife who "gives eye" and a bunch of other men all of whom have a story and nature of their own. Their well intertwined stories is a brilliantly written masterpiece by Mr. Steinbeck. Lennie is so well described that your heart goes out to him and any unlikely thing he does seems normal to you, because it's normal for Lennie. You start to make excuses for his actions to be acceptable, because he's poor little(ironically cus he happens to be a big guy!) Lennie. Innocent Lennie who know nothin'! 

I kept wondering why the book was called Of Mice and Men. Boy was I surprised! Lennie here was always given mice to pet, as he was extremely fond of petting things, by his Aunt Clara. Lennie being the book ruffian taken over by "aggressive love" would end up killing the tiny mice by squeezing them too hard. This IS why it's so named right? Let me know if I'm wrong!

Now, as a tribute to the brilliance of the book, I shall listen to "Of Mice & Men" the band and fall asleep without having another teary flashback of the book! 

Everyone needs an Aisha in their life!

I am really behind schedule with my Book Worm Saga, you'll know why when i post the post about the book. Meanwhile, my head has been whizzing with other things. Now isn't it obvious why i haven't finished reading the book! It all started when i watched The Devil Wears Prada. It's a movie everyone has watched and loved and if you say otherwise, you are lying! The transformation Anne Hathaway goes through in the movie from dork to chic, every girl in wants that at some point. I wont deny it, i wanted that too! It never occurred to me why i never really got into fashion. As in, like it and live it.
Another random set of mouse clicking led me to this bollywood song, from Student of The Year- Gulabi Ankaein. Watch it.

"The girl's got everything ! (x4) 
I've got it all, 
Jimmy Choo & Manolo, Prada, Galliano, 
Cant get nuff, I want more and more... 
Louis Vuitton & the Stella Mccartney, Donatella Versace, 
I Use bag from GUCCI !! 
Gulabi ankhein jo meri dekhi, 
Diwana har dil hogya, 
Sambhalo khud ko, zara becharo, 
Ki jeena mushkil ho gya !! 
The girl's got everything ! (x4) 
Mujhsi kahi, koi nahi, 
Jo sab k khabo me hai, I'm the one !! 
Duniya mere, piche chale, 
Mai sabse age hu, I'm number one !! 
I've got it all, 
Jimmy Choo & Manolo, Prada, Galliano, 
Cant get nuff, I want more and more... 
Louis Vuitton & the Stella Mccartney, Donatella Versace, 
I Use bag from GUCCI !! 
Gulabi ankhein jo meri dekhi, 
Diwana har dil hogya, 
Sambhalo khud ko, zara becharo, 
Ki jeena mushkil ho gya !! 
The girl's got everything ! (x4)

Yeah that's the lyrics. After you've watched this video, you will most probably come across this one as well! Aisha............. You watch that video and wonder, what i wonder and pray and hope you get an Aisha in your life. If you're too lazy to watch the video, then i shall describe it to you. It starts with a quick montage of the world's most posh brands and two posh girls strutting into these stores whilst a "behenji" type girl (THAT girl is me and you) stands with innocent awe. The posh girls are back with bags with things for behenji! Yes, i kid you not. And they do this a few more times and Ms. Aisha pays for it herself. The next part is the shoe-shopping and yeah well, it is  beautiful to say the least. Then they take behenji to a posh beauty parlour where they cut off her long plaited hair (THE FAKE EXTENSIONS ARE SO OBVIOUS IN THE VIDEO omg) and colour her hair, do her eyebrows and all the other pampering that would usually empty my non-branded medium sized money bag. But behenji pays for nothing. Now the posh girls take her home and do the "I'll sing in front of the mirror like a pop-diva with my blow-dryer as the mike" cliche. That is allowed without much objection because then, they do behenji's make-up after kindly throwing dresses away casually across the bed till behenji chooses the right one. After being beautified with make-up they walk up the red carpet like stars. 

Given that i have not watched the movie, I'm unsure if behenji pays Aisha back. (I'm pretty sure she doesn't) Also, this makes it hard for me to understand why anyone would do this for someone. Minus these essential factors and i really need an Aisha in my life. No, i am not a charity case. I'm just saying it would be nice to have an experienced fashioner to guide me through the do's and don'ts especially the,  "DON'T pay the expensive shopping bills, I'll DO that."  

I have to admit, i do use up all my money even before i get it! (it is technically possible as i owe people from 3 months prior) So i sort of, in a very mild way, very very very slightly become a charity case. But if an Aisha fell from the heavens of people with excess money to spare, then well i can clearly use the money i have to pay off the debts( and save my family from the 1BHK) (just kidding obviously)

But no sane person would say no to this! Am i right? (or am i just cheap?) But as far as I'm concerned i strongly believe a person like me would do well with a random Aisha appearing once in a while to buy me a new wardrobe. In return i will do justice to the excess money that was used on me. Promise! 

I shall now go and re-evaluate my existence. Good bye.

Metaphorical Rantings

With 'Welcome To My Life' playing in the background, I lie facedown on my bed with tears of frustration while i imagine an imaginary warmth being radiated from a human i may never materialize into my life. The song makes too much sense. Even after a decade, i still feel the same emotions in the song.
The weight of my loneliness squishes my whole existence when i  bawl my suppressed emotions, emotions i have neatly folded and flattened and placed under the protection of pretense of everything being okay. To be honest there is nothing wrong. But i often feel like i'm being pushed into the ocean when in reality i have just learnt to beat my legs in the water after testing it's temperature. I didn't even realize that i was falling into the water and was made to believe that it was a choice that i made. A casual swim, turned out to be a man vs wild, rather silly girl vs wild, expedition minus the fame and scripting. This is real.  The comfort of being able to feel the bottom has been deprived. I now beat my legs to stay afloat, not to feel the swish of the cool ocean water.  I do not even get a reward for being a sacrificial bait. No last supper, nothing.
What do i do  now? Swim to land? Hope for a shark to bite into me? Drown? If i swim to land, maybe i can take the path the other swimmers refused to take. If i drown, ill just be another floating body like the rest. And then probably a shark may eat me. Now would be a good time to reward me. How about a map of the land i will discover. I dont ask for a float, because i dont want to get used to the comfort of staying in the waves of false satisfaction.
I honestly like the metaphor because no one will have a clue what im talking about except me. Now, honestly i'm afraid fatigue will get the best of me. Pretense will paint a faux rosy picture and i will be asked to admire the beautiful sunset from the middle of the ocean, because hey, the glass is always half full!

Bookworm Saga: The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo

I just found my new Heroine! Lisbeth Salander. Badass-punk-chick with an in-your-face, up-your-a$$ attitude who is an excellent researcher with a photographic memory who gets what she wants and how! The book title is about my Heroine, and is the first in the trilogy by Stieg Larsson. 

The book was originally written in swedish and the swedish title actually translated to 'men who hate women'. It was translated from Swedish to English, by one Reg Keeland, thank heavens for that! It is one of the most exciting books i have read. The initial parts of the book was honestly, to me a bit boring but once the plot took-off i could not take my eyes off the pages and my fingers from turning the pages. It is all based in Sweden apart from being exotic (to me) it literally gave me chills in the middle of the night when i read certain parts of the book. (wont type out those parts, you should read it!)

I have to show-off here and say i could deduce who the 'culprit' was. If most of you could also do it then....well.....alrighty then. 

I particularly liked Lisbeth's action plans, her attitude towards everything and everyone, her action and consequences analysis and most of all her tattoos and piercings. I just love the fact that Stieg Larsson thought up a punk heroine while most authors would make a tall slender red-head who's the society's version of 'attractive'. I know that is not the central theme or whatever but different people learn and think differently and this is what appealed to me the most ok? Ok. That is obviously apart from the brilliant storyline, which i shouldn't type out, because where's the fun in reading my version of the story right? So if you've not read the book, READ IT! And if you have, lets fangirl about it!!

I can finally watch the movie now, because i would not let myself watch the movie without reading the book first. Daniel Craig's jawline, here i come! 

Next on my Bookworm Saga List: One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez.

Can't wait! 

Tripping On Stones: This Is The Start Of My Existential Crisis

Tripping On Stones: This Is The Start Of My Existential Crisis: The human body. That's how this thought process started. The human body is so complex. And what's scarier is that there are people ...

The Bookworm Saga

What is The Bookworm Saga?

If you are an active Facebook user, you should be aware (no pressure) of the so called 'Bookbucket Challenge' or whatever name it goes by from where you're around. As a person who has made it pretty clear that she loves books, i was tagged, obviously. But lets rewind a bit here. When the book challenge started initially, i was in awe of the kind of books people had read and also to see some people being unable to choose from the 'hundreds of books' they'd read. HUNDREDS!
My face was burning, i was mortified. For a self-proclaimed book lover, the number of books i've read is indeed a shame. I don't think all the books i've read in my two decade old life will add up to a hundred (unless you count all the nancy drew books and the Goosebumps books huh?) and to think about the hundreds, hell, thousands of books i haven't got my chubby fingers on yet makes my head whirl.

So, the solution has been thought of! I challenge myself to a book reading challenge. Every week i will choose a book or an author and read it. Then i review it, probably. Or declare the accomplishment of the challenge into the void, that is the internet. If there are actual humans reading this, do not hesitate to join me! We can have a book club and everything! (fun fun fun!)

The Bookworm Saga Goal: The month is september. Four months till its 2015. (THE FUTURE)
I will exclude my exam month of october as i dont think i acn do much reading then SO, based on rough estimation, with ingenious mathematics,
3 months x 4 weeks = 12 weeks.
12 weeks. 2 books a week (minimum)
That is, 24 books.
Small number. But then again, rough estimates and unwelcome exams.
Therefore, Book Goal by New Year 2015, 24 books atleast!

Let the Saga commence! 

Suits.....wtf

Suits is a pretty great TV show. Everybody agree? Yes!? Good! You will also agree when i say, the cast of Suits is fiiiiine! It is like they successfully managed to hunt down some of the most flawless humans created on planet earth.

Exhibit A: Mike (Patrick J Adams)

(do that deep thinking yeaah)

(smolder and shizz)

(shut up)

Exhibit B : Harvey (Gabriel Macht)

(that's right look into the distance and fix your cuffs)

(that's right keep looking and fixing)

(keep looking)

Exhibit C: Donna (Sarah Rafferty) aka Queen

(uhhuh)

(uhhuh)

(She's Donna, she knows everything)

Exhibit D: Rachel (Meghan Markle)

(wooot)

(yep)

Exhibit E: Scottie (Abigail Spencer)

(beaut)

Exhibit F : Louis Litt (Rick Hoffman)

Louis is the best really! My fav!

(Isn it?!)

(awwwz)

(Sassmaster)

I love Louis, you love Louis, if you say you don't love Louis, you're lying punk!

Exhibit G: Jessica (Gina Torres)

(queen bee)

(Jessica is not impressed)

(nope, still not impressed)

Then this man happened! 

Exhibit H: (H for habba habba)

(stop melting me)

("I'm sexy and i know it!")

("I'm too sexy for this firm, too sexy oh it hurts")

Yeah so i actually made this post while watching Logan Sanders float around like a frickin angel. He is the cause of this post. Okay now i'm gonna go back to watching Suits. Bye! 

Book Therapy!

I am halfway through J.K. Rowling's Casual Vacancy and as I was reading a rather plain line in the novel, I realised how deeply involved I was in the story. It was like i was running down the stairs with the character and splashing through the rain with him to see what he was upto. Not only that, i had completely forgotten all the things i have to worry about for tomorrow, which includes organising  a photography competition, participating in another competition myself, getting my attendance slips signed by untrusting teachers, writing a script for the class play and not have a breakdown. Even as i typed that sentence out, i felt a giddy feeling of anxiety rush through my body. But reading a book, not only makes me forget my troubles in my conscious mind, it somehow rearranged itself in my subconscious mind, making it less troublesome and scary. It gives me a very strong feeling of confidence and "I can do anything" attitude. Very irrelevant. But calming. Soothing almost.

I also have a goodreads account, which i hardly log into and for a good reason. It gives me 'Book Anxiety'. A feeling of "so many books, so little time". If i could have one job (that i would never ever resign from), it would be the task of reading all the books that have ever been written. In my opinion, there can be no 'bad book'. So even the books that have poor reviews will be cherished by me. That is probably how the one who cannot meditate for days without food and water, gains divine knowledge to attain nirvana, by reading all the books that have ever been written. Could someone invent this job for me? Thanks!

Monkeys, Waterfalls and Family!

Tuesday, the twenty ninth was Ramzan (Ramadhan Mubarak!) and it was a holiday! So my family decides to set-off and explore the most "touristy" places around my city!(i.e. Bangalore) So we set off by car in the early hours of tuesday, on a semi-tight schedule, to Bluff Falls, Talakadu, Somnathpur and Balmuri Falls!
Here is how it started!
If you follow my blog you will know i've currently been watching Skins and obviously i watched it late into the night and went to bed well past midnight! There's only so much you can expect from a late-night sleeper. I woke up forty five minutes before our car arrived and boy, was i fast! I thought i did a pretty good job with getting ready, until of course the car engine was revved up and i realised i forgot my sunglasses! How can i be tourist if i don't have sunglasses? (yes its a big deal for me ok?) Nevertheless, i did not dare utter a word about it being the late-runner of the family.
Our first pit stop was for breakfast at a tiny little Iyengari restaurant. Having had little to nothing to eat the previous i gobbled all the food i could lay my hands on! Especially the yummy puliyogare!
Our next stop was a small one at the side of the road where we saw a lake full of lotus flowers. It went on and on as far as the eyes could see! It was a brilliant sight!

Bluff falls was our first real 'destined' stop. It is actually two sets of falls of the same river a few kilometers away from each other. We, however, visited the first one only. The mighty falls were loud, rushing, threatening and beautiful. Everything a waterfall should be. You could just stare at it all day and not tire. In fact i did feel like growing some wings and flying over it! (oh silly me!) There of course we encountered a few, two, three, DOZEN monkeys! Cute little trouble makers, they were! The first thing i saw as i stepped closer to the falls was a cute little monkey chasing a rogue little girl (or is it the other way round?)

(look at the tiny one at the bottom left corner, so cute!!)

We drove a few hours, i presume, as i fell asleep in the car, to Talakad. Its a very historically-rich town. We ran into a local who offered to guide us through the past of the place. (in exchange for the moneys, of course)
Of the many stories the place has, the most well known is the curse of the queen of the land Alamelu. There are different variations of the story and this is what i was told.

The Story : The king of the land could not have any kids. But to keep his pedigree going he adopted a child from the area. The young prince grew up and was married off to Alamelu.They did not have any kids, but lived a happy life, until the king was diagnosed by the royal physician that he had bone marrow cancer. On being asked for the cure, the couple were advised by the physician to go and have a dip in the holy river of Cauvery. Unfortunately, the king drowned widowing Alamelu. The then king of mysore advised Alamelu to hand over her possessions to his kingdom and become a patron. Alamelu declined stating that it was everything her husband had earned and would not turn it in. Infuriated, the king ordered his guards to take it from her forcefully. This in turn infuriated Alamelu who uttered the following: That Talakad must be lost (that is metaphorically said in kannada as 'maralagali' due to which it was filled by sand), that a whirlpool must be created so the possessions she has and her dead body should never be found, and lastly, that the king of mysore shall not have children.
If you are wondering if it actually happened, let me state the facts and you can decide for yourself. Firstly, the temples were supposedly excavated a few decades ago and more and more excavations are resulting in more and more discoveries of temples and palaces. It is believed that there is an entire kingdom still buried under the sand ( SO EXCITING GAAAH!!)
Secondly, the mysore king, a few generations ago (i am not sure how many) was indeed unable to have children and had to adopt. There has been an alternate cycle of birthing and adopting so.......

After this we had lunch in a homely tiffin room with hot and tasty south-indian meals. From there we were all set to take off to somnathpur when my mother remembered we had not seen the river where the 'curse drama' had occured. So we did detour back into the little town and went onto the banks of river cauvery which was filled with people with wet tightie-not even that white-whities and other wet forms of clothing that was not appealing to the eyes. Since we came this far, we decided to go on a boat ride. (FUN) It was all adventure and fun until the boat man decided to do the signature spinning of the boat and i almost vomited into the boat! (PROJECTILE)

(my aunt, me and my sister)

We later found we were a few hours behind schedule and yes, this was the beginning of a word war between my sister and her mother, as my sister wanted to play in the waters of balmuri falls and my aunt wanted to revel in the history of the Somnathpur Temple. Long argument short, we decided to take a quick stop at the temple and hurry up to splash around in the water at balmuri.

In somnathpur now, it is the exact replica of the temples at Belur and Halebid, beautiful nonetheless. Breathtaking hand etched sculptures. I keep wondering how on earth they got so much done with lack of electricity and technology.

Soon after, we left to Balmuri. Let me just tell you, it was a good call not to ditch somnathpur to play in the waters of the kaveri at balmuri, because as it turns out, the water level were dangerously high and only boat rides were currently allowed and no splish-splash shizz was permitted.
Yes, another boat ride in the same river, in a different location. I must say, it was a good choice because the sunset view from a boat in the middle of the waters was the best way to end the trip! There we treated ourselves to roadside bhel puri and masala pineapples and mangoes.

The last place we stopped was also a topic of debate. But we did end up at an extravagantly exciting place. It was a food court with everyone's choice of food. I cant remember the name, but it was like a mirage in a desert. Or the casino Percy jackson enters with his friends in the first book yeah? Perfect ending to an exciting day I'd say!
  

Life Update 1

Currently Reading: The Casual Vacancy: J.K. Rowling
Currently Watching : Skins (season 3)
Current Inspiration : ||Superwoman||
Currently Listening To : A lot of Punk Goes Pop
Current Mood : Motivated
Current Physical Condition: Lazy + non-functional
Current Thoughts : Education has taken away the real knowledge that is meant to be learnt

I could probably do a lot but I have the state of mind of a vegetable. So many thoughts in my head, but not enough outlets. This blog is literally like my personal diary isn't it? Is anybody out there reading this? Hello?

Continuous Internal Assessment

I was supposed to make this blog post yesterday.The day before my CIAs started. To record my feelings towards them before they started. Alas, i was trying to study due to which i did not post this post.

I remember the time when i was hella intelligent. When i was able to learn my lessons and remember them and write them in the exams and score brilliant marks. But the last two years have seen a downward facing graph of my academic activities. Am i losing my intelligence or am i being dumbed down by the outdated syllabus? Or am i just looking for excuses to fail in life? I know education is important to a certain but is it the only thing that matters? I strongly believe that knowledge is more important than baseless education.
Also, this is how i console myself when i get terrible marks in, how shall i put it, stupid tests. Tests that test the intelligence quotient of a half-brained homosapien. When i am unable to pass the test with flying colours, it only makes me want to believe, that much harder that i am not human, but infact i'm an extraterrestrial.

Jokes apart. What is going on in my head, i know not. I just hope the saying,"everything happens for the greater good" holds true in this case too. I have high hopes and deep thoughts. I am an intelligent being who dont need no marks to prove it. AND YET, there's this huge part of me that wails every time i get an average number on my test. When i get an answer wrong, a part of me crinkles until i'm a raisin.
Unnecessary isn't it? (TELL ME IT'S UNNECESSARY!)

I am capable of more. I know it. But when i sit my butt down and start studying, rather, attempt to start, my brain tells me, "Fool, what is the point of this? You are destined for greater things than sitting in an exam hall writing crap you will forget and will never use ever...!" Then i proceed to reblogging cat gifs on tumblr to calm myself down and the rest is well, as they say, history.
But about the 'never using the things we learn in the future' part. Am i right or am i right? Hence the cause of my lack of motivation.

I'm only here to express my self-pity and consolation.
I put in a hundred percent more effort in learning for today's test. Guess what?! My stupidity and bad reasoning abilities helped me screw up a perfectly ace-able paper. I had my mourning period. (lasting for approximately 47 minutes) I told my little brain ' Do not fret, there are other exams that can be aced! We're all in this together. We can do this'.

 Now for the actual execution. Updates and jizz will be posted.

On being an empty void pit

I sometimes go through this phase where i feel nothing. No joy. No sorrow. No remorse. No feeling at all. I think i become a zombie of sorts. No, that is not accurate. Zombies at least feel dead and hungry for brains. I think this is more of a cyborg type feeling. But even they must feel like they have a purpose to fulfill, i bet.
But then there's me. A million things to do and not a single ounce of motivation is being felt in my body. This is of course an uncomfortable state of mind for me. I want to feel. So what do i do? I listen to emotional music. It works almost half of the times. But this time I'm on the side where it is as ineffective as pouring fresh water into the ocean. (what a comparison. wow.)
My friend suggested i listen to John Lennon. I did. I think it's not the best idea to open the floodgates of emotions, when the infant, that is, the non-emotion is still making it's way out of the damn dam. (like climbing out of the dam which was previously dry because the floodgates were holding the water away. What parent would let an infant into the dry dam at any point of time anyway? Well, it's just another bad comparison...so...)
After listening to four songs, namely, Working Class Hero, Imagine, God and How?, I had to, shall i say, shift to less triggering songs.
Unsuccessfully shifted to La Dispute. Surprisingly, could not feel the feels i usually feel.

The only album(apparently) that helps me cope (currently) is Sempiternal by Bring Me The Horizon. It has the right amount of energy to let my brain focus on the instruments, the splendid unclean vocals and the prestigious (wowza for choice of adjective) lyrics that hit me in the right way. It makes me want to start a one-woman mosh-pit and mosh till i cant feel my body, chipped my wall off and/or make a blogpost about it. I feel much better.
Sigh.(of relief)


"THIS IS SEMPITERNAL. WILL WE EVER SEE THE END?
THIS. IS. SEMPITERNAL.
OVER AND OVER, AGAIN AND AGAIN"

Bangs bangs bangity bangs!

Yes, it is a How I Met Your Mother reference. No, it's not what you think.

I recently got my hair cut. I got myself some bangs on my forehead (as opposed to.....). I can actually say my inspiration have been the following people.

Elena Tonra

Look at her magnificent hair! I think my need for bangs started when i first started listening to her band, Daughter. Brilliant music I must say. 'If i had hair like hers, then i am the lucky one'

Zooey Deschanel

Yes yes yes. I am a "New Girl" fan. I love Jess, her personality and style. I binge watch New Girl a lot! That explains it doesn't it?

  

Hannah Snowdown

If you do not know who Hannah Snowdown is..... She is a tattoo artist and also a model. ( She models for Drop Dead a lot) Let me tell you how i learnt about her. I first saw her in Oli Sykes' ( from Bring Me The Horizon) pictures on instagram (if i'm not wrong) Then i happened to check her instagram out and realised she's a wonderful human being. And i liked her hair....so there's that. 

 

Taylor Swift

I  AM putting up a picture of Taylor Swift. YES. I remember when i was 14/15, she was a huge inspiration to me, in terms of hair, since we both had frizzy, curly hair and she motivated me to like my hair even though it was not very 'likable'. (I was a huge fan of her music too then). Then fast forward to 2012/13 she has straight hair with wonderful, envy-able bangs. Well, i don't really know.

(yes i have taylor swift on my blog...oh)

Krysten Ritter 

No no, it's not Hannah Snowdown again. (You see the similarity don't you?) Krysten Ritter. My first encounters with her were in the movies like 27 Dresses, Confessions of A Shopaholic....but the encounter that stuck was her as Jane in Breaking Bad. First, because she is a badass punk chic. Second, because she got to be Jesse Pinkman's girlfriend (exhales) Third, she looks like Hannah Snowdown and is also a tattoo artist like her. Oh and of course....the haaaair! 

My hair on the other hand looks 0% like any of theirs. Make my hair look like that!!(sobs)

On the other hand, on extremely good hair days i am the fifth member of The Beatles!

(have a trippy hippie fail picture of me)

John Green Books

I recently read two of John Green's books. One-An Abundance of Katherines. Two- Paper Towns. I fell in love with the latter and developed mixed feelings about the former. I have now read four out of five books by John Green. (just putting it out there)

An  Abundance of Katherines

Bun Dance Of Ana Inskat

Funk Cant Dine On A Bear Eh

Cant Hand An Oak Feris Bunee

Aana B Is Not Here Neck Fund

Nanies Bun Dance KO A Father

If you're wondering what those extremely random bunch of sentences are, let me tell you. That is my meagre effort at anagramming An Abundance of Katherines. Clearly I suck at it. But that is my way of paying tribute to the book. If you have read the book you'll know why i anagrammed it. If you haven't, you're probably a bit confused what anagramming has to do with the book. (or not) It's because, it has everything to do with the book. It is the story about one Colin Singleton who was a child prodigy, who likes anagrams and has single handedly dated nineteen Katherines. The concept is different and obviously well written, but the amount and degree of coincidence in the book, which i would generally die for, didn't do it for me. It is quite predictable. You know the Katherine Streak is going to end, but you still feel the urge to root for it not to. The story is interesting in it's own way and when you are just getting used to the beginning of the new love story, the book ends. Just like that. I guess that's only fair since it is no longer the abundance of the 'Katherines', in Colin's life. All in all, after Looking For Alaska and TFIOS, I was personally a little let down by this book, but I do love it nonetheless.

Paper Towns

Have you ever read a book that you start, but you want to keep reading it, stopping at nothing, not even early classes the next day? This book falls under that category. It is about Quentin "Q" Jacobsen's search for the love of his life, Margo Roth Spiegelman. Throughout the book I felt this deep longing to imbibe Margo into my cells so I can be like her. John Green has done it with this one. I could honestly re-read it anytime and not get tired of it. John Green has a way of choosing the most random themes for his books. I'm not complaining here. 

The book came out after the year of Brotherhood 2.0 and I couldn't stop myself from fangirling when i saw the slightest reference from the Brotherhood era. (NERDFIGHTER HU HAH)

"A paper town for a paper girl"

"It is so hard to leave, until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world"

There are actually many more such lines from the book i loved, but couldn't write them all down because i just wanted to know what happens. So now you know, even though i am unable to express it in the right way, i just could not put the book down until i was done. 

So get busy reading it!

.....meanwhile

It has been ten days since my last post. While everyone's been 'interneting' and what not, i've not, clearly. No that does not mean i've been living under a rock or anything. I have been on my tumblr, since my blogging on tumblr mainly involves incessant alt+right clicks, it doesn't need much thinking and it's extremely entertaining. My mind has been a muddle of thoughts and i could not focus on one thing for a good ten days. Hence, the lack of posts. I did, in this time finish reading The Shining and An Abundance of Katherines. I will post my opinions and views about it soon. Due to my lost thoughts i could not bring myself to write about it.
Classes have been a bore, i'm ashamed to say. I have not started vlogging or i would have told you. But i did get a hair cut. Bangs and all! I look like the watermelon cat. My friend and I were conversing and all of a sudden she clapped her hands and said "I KNOW WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE! The watermelon cat. I'm gonna make a picture and show you." And did she! Have a look. Do i look like though?

(photo credit: Tanu Lahoti)

Also, FIFA is under way. The team i loyally support has not qualified, the team being Spain. They played like noobs and i was disappointed, enough said. FIFA also gave an idea to make a list of the ten footballers i find attractive. As intriguing as that sounds i have not found time to do it. YET! 

JacksGap, the youtube channel have a collaboration project which i was keen on participating. So, i very bravely did. I shall inform you if it does get to be a part of their video. (fingers crossed) 

I also have a few other projects in mind. These involve videos, photography, stories. I will surely record the progress here to keep track. 

Will post substantial posts soon!

 See you soon! 

FIFA!

The 2014 FIFA World Cup is kicking-off in less than 5 hours and I couldn't be more excited. I vaguely remember the 2010 FIFA World Cup. I watched as many matches as i could between college, projects and my (beauty) sleep. I specifically remember a few incidents. One, where i was at the mall and a local news channel interviewed me, where i had to state my opinion about who I thought would win. And i predicted very accurately that Spain would. I was, of course a hardcore Spain supporter from starting to end. This was aired on tv and that was quite a proud moment for my dad, as he himself is an avid sports fanatic. I also remember purchasing a football scorebook/ info magazine at the bookstore well in advance, to know who-was, what-was and how. Another weekly magazine i subscribed to also included with it a tiny little scorekeeping book and my dad and i filled these up diligently.

(MATCH! the footie magazine)

(scores recorded)

(The Week pocket guide)

And finally i remember the night of the finals. My dad and i were up in the middle of the night (because of the time difference)  and i could hardly wait to see some goals-a-shooting. Quite honestly it was a boring finals match. Unfortunately, the collective moments of excitement did not help my sleepy eyes from shutting and before i knew it, i was fast asleep. The next thing i remember was a loud, excited scream of the commentator and a flurry of movement on the screen and that, my friends is how i missed the only goal scored in the World Cup Final of 2010. I've had a series of bad luck with legendary goals and this was one. I remember, jumping up, reaching for my phone, to record this victory and then i just burst into tears. I am unsure upto this day, as to why i did cry. Maybe it was happy tears, celebratory, or maybe it was tears because i'd missed the goal, which i had to rewatch in the highlights. Or, maybe it was both? The following day i wore red to commemorate España's victory. 

Now, four years later, after the transition through an all-girls college, with the lack of football-followers, I have lost touch and i stand here again, afresh, as a beginner, peering into the world of the beautiful game with curious eyes and and a racing heart. I am not up to date with the player statistics and such, but i will be! Soon! :D
I have always been a keen Spain supporter. They will always hold their spot in my heart. But i am secretly hoping for an English win because it is Gerard's last World Cup.
The game kicks-off in a while and i am pretty certain i will be late to classes tomorrow and will probably be a "bad student" for a month, but sorry teachers, it's football season! This little book will be my friend for this month. It will serve as a time-capsule when i want to relive this again. And probably talk about this, after four years! A lot more FIFA to come!

(my little friend)

Ole Ole! 

P.S. I apologise profusely for the bad webcam photography.