Remember the scene in K3G where Shahrukh gets off the helicopter and is running behind rotors and cars, the main focus being his legs? Do you think that was really him? Since you can't see his face, and the way he ran was very... nice, somehow. And, he being SK might not deign to unnecessarily exert himself for such a scene...?
...
Yes, I am weird. You should know that by now.

How about that song, Teri Or, from Singh is Kin(n)g. As a cousin pointed out, "Isn't it just every guy's dream? You know, to take a girl to this secluded place and... sing from one corner of it while she dances in the other?"

My cousin is the secretary-cum-accountant for the Dramatics and Cultural Association of his college, i.e. XLRI.
They call him the Count of DraCulA.

My boards are over.
First thing I did- bought a book.
About Al Capone.
And now I'll go to sleep and not care about when I have to wake up. It's not like I have to study.


: D

A Man I Know

I asked him once when I was much younger, "How do I catch a ball?". "Well, first you have to look at it and only at it. Your hands will know the rest." More recently he told me, when I was very nearly a wreck, "You are supposed to worry the whole year. But not the day before the exam. At worse you won't do well. But even that can't make you stop being you. You'll remain my daughter, in spite of it all."
He told a 7 year old about focus, a 17 year old about individuality.
Yes, he is full of good and practical advice. For which I love him.
And that goes some way to make his jokes bearable.
Just.

Drawing on my fine command of the English language, I said nothing.
- Robert Benchley

For every man there is something in the vocabulary that would stick to him like a second skin. His enemies have only to find it.
- Ambrose Bierce

If the Romans had been obliged to learn Latin, they would never have found the time to conquer the world.
- Heinrich Heine

Look wise; say nothing and grunt. Speech was given to conceal thought.
- William Osler

The most precious things in speech are pauses.
- Ralph Richardson

I have been a believer in the magic of language since, at a very early age, I discovered that some words got me into trouble and others got me out.
- Katherine Dunn

Under certain circumstances, profanity provides a relief denied even to prayer.
- Mark Twain

Icky icky icky icky fKANG zoop-boing n zowzyin...
- The Knights who so recently said "Nee!", Monty Python

"Dharti Mein 'Pralay'!"

Breaking News:
" 30 din mein 313 baar dharti mein dhadam-dhadam!"

-India TV

I have also taken to speaking to myself. Out loud.

Boarded-up Thoughts

1^st February

Slippery words swirl and twirl,

But deviously elude grasp.

Well, nothing be done 'bout that,

Another time perhaps.

2^nd February

"The web was woven curiously."

So it was.

Forgive me for thinking the girl foolish.

3^rd February

People who try to restore my faith succeed as they have me praying for patience.

4^th February

Backyardigans are really fun. While surfing I happened to pause at an episode where they sang- "What do you do with a scurvy pirate? You make him walk the plank. You raid his ship and take his treasure... and put it in a bank.". The future economic-policy makers are in good hands.

5^th February

A casual observation- In a story, being drunk is such a convenient excuse for the characters to do unjustifiable but essential things to save the story from stagnancy. Confessions, murders, seductions, heists. Et all.

9^th February

Why do they apply for shares they cannot pay for?!

13^th February

My poised pen pleads catharsis... It has my apologies.

14^th February

It is a wonder how much I am able to write about not being able to write. There is a message in there somewhere.

15^th February

Kitsune. Cat o none-tails. Will o wisp. Jack o lantern. Grindylow. Aleya. Vetaal. Vampier. Upier. Mara.

16^th February

"I wonder how, I wonder why,

Yesterday you told me about the blue blue sky,

But all that I can see is just a yellow lemon tree."

17^th February

"a song to sing"...

18^th February

For a song to sing,

A promise ring,

A low-hung branch

With a wood-plank swing,

A lone lush glade,

An escapade,

There can't be much

I would not trade.

19^nd February

"What does light taste like?"

20^th February

Each clue of the Cryptic Crossword tells such stories!

21^th February

Kanpur?! POTF came to Kanpur?! Why-wha-who-HUH?! But they don't even know who they are! Who organised it?! Give me the names! *Sniff* Justice is a myth.

22^th February

"I was born into the Jewish persuasion, but when I got older I converted to narcissism."  

23^th February

Last night I played a game on Facebook where, due to virtual-money constraints I had to choose between a new boyfriend and a pair of heels. Tsk, tsk. Nihilism.

PS- I went for the heels.

24^th February

To turn into random roads to wonder only later where one is headed. My mom is not the kind of person one meets everyday.

25^th February

The only thing sustaining me as of now is the thought of a bonfire. Of textbooks. Maybe I'll buy a few additional copies of BS and math for the purpose.

26^th February

Having a picture of a really (due emphasis) hot guy on ones desktop is so blissfully distracting.

27^th February

Passion Colours Everything, Diamonds for Tears, Call, All I Want... life is beautiful.

28^th February

"A-G-L-E-T. Aglet! Don't forget it."

1^st March

I look really pretty in a foggy mirror. I really do.

2^nd March

Mom opened a long-forgotten trunk and found my sisters and my ghungroos which had been taken to be lost. *Scribbles something in my already too long 'To do in April list' *

4^th March

Taylor Lautner, Johnny Depp, Hugh Jackman, Heyer-heroes... life is beautiful-er.

5^th March

Okay, fine! So I caved! Blog-addiction, allow me to remind you, is hardly a sue-able crime.

One down...
Never again am I going to do Business Studies. *breaks into a dance*

Consider the following dialogue from a certain scene in isolation from the rest of it-
(right after the whole "tujhe dekha to yeh jaana sanam, pyar hota hai deewana sanam...")
Simran: "Mujhe yaha se le chalo, Raj. Mujhe yaha se le chalo."
Raj: (bewildered) Kya?!
I find it infinitely hilarious.

Guesses for which one am I?

(Sigh...)

I will miss all of this, won't I

 

 

The J

 

The M

 

 

The S

 

The L

 .........

Courtesy: The CJM community on fb.

On Free Wings

There is a little golden bird
Perched on a tree, precariously.
It is as yet trapped in its shell;
The little thing yearns to be free.

It chirps out loud, hoping for help,
But nobody can hear.
Are they there and yet not helping
Or is really nobody near?

It knocks with its golden head and beak.
It lets out a feeble trill.
Battered and bruised as it is
It tries harder still.

Suddenly, it sits silently
And all it sees is black.
It thinks and thinks and thinks some more
And finally finds a crack.

One last jolt was all it took,
One last push, but slight.
In streamed all that surreal light
And nothing to stop its flight.

The little golden bird was finally free.
It flapped its wings with glee.
It has yet to learn to fly,
But now at least it was free.

Wrote this some time back, 13th August to be precise. Inspiration when commanded. Well, at least my class teacher was happy.