Life, uncomplicate. Now.

24/03/2010
There is never an alternative to good ol' crying. Too good a vent. But then, your head hurts.

22/07/2010
Can't even advertise my blog since I am not writing anything...

21/08/2010
Stranded alone by a road with a broken slipper. No auto in sight. A man on bike. Screeches to a halt right in front of me. Reaches in his pocket. Pulls out a feviquick. "You should really fix that slipper."

02/09/2010
Earlier my watch was slow. I used to add 8 minutes every time I referred to it. I fixed it. Now it isn't as much fun as it used to be to look at the time.

19/09/2010
Dev Anand- Perhaps the only one who can dangle a gun lop-sided and still shoot straight ahead.

22/09/2010
I never carry an umbrella. Call it my silent rebellion against the rain.

14/10/2010
I am sad because I am not happy.

05/04/2011
The Delhi Metro is like an inside joke between every one in the city.

28/03/2011
:D :D :D :I Well, one can't keep grinning forever.

28/03/2011
I wish I could get all my status updates printed into a book.

28/03/2011
I know why I stopped blogging. I started social networking.

16/01/2011
What is money worth?

16/01/2011
That which you do not know of, you do not own.

29/04/2011
My life is full of 4 'o' clocks.

29/04/2011
I have started looking and analyzing events in small units called status updates.

29/092011
Absolute pessimists should all technically be dead.

Undated:
What? The Indian Woman is chased? Oh, chaste.
I had promised myself I would study today... Well, promises to self aren't all that binding.
I would rather be alone alone than in a crowd.

Yes, the title has nothing to do with the post. So?

Disturbed/ So Many Sos

Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Or justified. I had a viral. For the second time. In the same week. Grrr!
Warning- I have taken to rambling.

Black. It is all black. No, wait, it is not. There is this tiny pin-prick of light, hovering in space. Its beam reach out towards me, but fade away as they get close. I find it irritating. I wish someone would turn it off.
Click.
Ah. Now it is all black. 
And I don't like it. I'd rather have that light on again. A single, constant focus for my irritation, to blame it all on. So much better than anger shooting off in all different and random directions without rhyme or reason.
So... I am done.
And to write this I have thunk and rethunk for the last one week. I have picked up my pen after what seemed like interminable years. It feels alien to my hand. My writing varies between font size 4 and 16. I thought my hand would shake too, but it didn't. It should have. It would have added to the rightness.
The past week has been a feverish hallucination. Today more so than ever. Now more so than ever. I fall into trance-like blues and tumble into hysteria which finally gives way into the mean reds. So has gone the cycle.
I have changed. I don't know what did it. I am now a bitch. And slow. I could be drunk. Or insane. Not suicidal though. So I like to think.
I have also become (more) dramatic. And repetitive. My apologies don't mean much. Maybe they never did...
I used to be nicer.
And I am sorry.
But don't believe me.
Also, don't comment.
-Xyz

Hm... No, I don't like this one. Not a lot. Maybe a bit... Maybe.

Before the wryness settled in

I saw my marks and burst out into an absolutely hysterical cackle. 75 in English and 93 in Business Studies?! How did that come about?!

I always fall for the antagonist. Not even almost always. Contrary the urge to strangle the protagonist for their sheer stupidity/impracticality/preachy-ness (Cz wrote about this recently). The bad guy also just so has 'it'. Don't ask what 'it' is. But he has it. And the other doesn't. So doesn't.
Epiphany of the day- I realized how less I knew about what I was most familiar with. Everybody does, I know, at some point. The whole taken-for-granted thingummy. But still, it surprises one.

Was ill. It rained. Couldn't resist. Got drenched. Am ill-er.

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?"

Second Day at the Gym

I creak.

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.


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To do in April...


New 'To do in April' List-
-> CLAT Classes

*Sigh*
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Hey, try saying that fast- "CLAT Classes, CLAT Classes, CLAT Classes, CLAT Classes..."

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.

My fashion evolution-
Pink (barbies and lip-gloss)- Trendy (branded all the way)- Casual (comfy and fun)- Baggy (yeah, whatever, just throw stuff on)- Goth (black is lifestyle)- Punk (we are talking thumb-rings and blue nail-paint)
Next, I have a vibe, is gonna be Chic to the extreme.

Also, the right kinda guys just don't exist. Fine, so maybe Sesshomaru is a bit too much to ask, but Takumi Fujiwara would do just as well. 

How does one tell if their English paper has gone well?
My literature segment was good if that is any indication.

I just had some de-fizzed coke in a beer mug... and then tried to write a poem about it... titled 'Having de-fizzed coke in a beer mug...' ...
Hm...

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.

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears and sympathy. I, Kirra Serra, bid adieu till we next hear from each other. That would be sometime in March. If, that is, I have anything left in me- courage, self-esteem, wit, rational thought, anything.
While I am out of action, do try to get something happening on the Make Boards Illegal front, for the greater good.
And thus,
Au Revoir.
PS- Merry Christmas, Happy New Year.
PPS- I will occasionally drop by (or so I like to think) and perhaps reply to some comments, should anyone bother to. Well wishes are appreciated. In fact, they are begged for.

Jewbroga

The words one is asked to type in for word-verifications before submitting a comment/reply/whatever are so very interesting. Today I got 'jewbroga'. The day before was 'essene'. I also recall a 'tregle'.
Also, recurring nightmares are so... boring.

I have never EVER been able to use Fevi-Quick without sticking my fingers together.
In some households acetone is an essential for other reasons than just being a nail-enamel remover.

The more the soup cools down, the more the mom heats up.

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