Pardons

for the previous post. For those (perhaps most of you) who don't listen to heavy metal, it was the lyrics to Seplutura's 'Straighthate'... just seemed apt for how I felt at that time! I didn't get to go see Sepul perform, thanks to Mom's Law:

Thou shalt not go to Rock Concerts late at night all by thyself!

So there goes my highlight for the year since coming back to Delhi! And there are 4 days till my quarter century. That should be a blast! hahaha. *dry sacrastic laughter*


Apart from all this cribbing... (I should rename my blog "The Cribbing Chronicles") I have nothing to say.


so I shall post a pic that has no reason whatsoever to be here....

present mood :(

I ask myself why I'm so hatefulMaybe it's just part of my naturePeople say I'm fucked it in my mindFeels like there's nothing left insideWalking now on different dirty streetBut the same old feeling still existsHate is like a shade that won't never leaveLeave me alone I don't need sympathyWhat goes aroundComes aroundYou going downDownStraighthate - StraighthateStraighthate - StraighthateCriticize and call me negativeBut you never deal with life or realityI separate myself from the restWhat da fuck you expect ?

flux

the season is changing... there is that crispness in the air I always associate with Diwali*... in the morning you wake up because its chilly... fans are not needed any more... distant sounds can be heard since there is no humming and whirring of machines to overwhelm those distant sounds... there is peace and calm on the earth... and the sun's rays are soothing.

Winters are coming, and though I am not highly keen about them, I am really looking forward to Diwali. This year it will be so different. I wont be spending it at the hostel with friends. There wont be any chaos of the huge ISHW Diwali Parties, no rangoli** to make and no sari to wear. I shall be at home, lighting a few diyas*** and maybe getting forced into prayer. wonder what it will be like? smokey and choking or bright and uplifting!

* Diwali is a festival of lights, celebrated for the victory of evil forces by the 'good' lord Ram (an incarnation of Vishnu).
** Rangoli is a pattern made with powdered colour on the floor for puposes of decoration.
*** Diya is a small earthenware lamp in which a cotton wick burns in mustard oil.

update

nothing too awesome has been going on in my life... i am usually at home, except when I have to run to a library for material on my papers... or when i have to run to class to listen to other papers. In the interim, i have TV, which my mom keeps on perpetually watching the plethora of singing/dancing/standup comedy competitions (Indianised versions of American Idol/dancing with the Stars and Last Comic Standing etc...) (I will perhaps refrain from my peeves on those for another blog!)

I also have for my own entertainment - apart from the internet - my old mobile phone, on which I am trying to get the highest possible score on the game Snakes! I have reached 1572 till date.

If I am not reading/studying or playing Snakes, it is so because I am cleaning, cooking, doing errands for my mom who has broken her right hand wrist bone.

But the past few days, I had been staying up all night trying to complete my paper on comedy and the artist - Bhupen Khakhar and G. V. Desani. ...the night is always peaceful enough for me to concentrate.... my paper's done and over with, but I have no way of telling whether it was good or bad as my faithful critic, my bff, wasn't there. She was unable to return to Delhi, as she was taking care of her mom as well! It was also her birthday yesterday....

my next blog might be my paper, which I still have to write out.... (I just presented it with extensive notes, rather than reading it out...)

I have another paper coming up on Tuesday, and of course I am completely unprepared. I had prioritized this last paper and it had been postponed twice. I would have had it a month back under the normal timetable! So now my paper on Postmodernism will be a shoddy affair.... I know I have 2 days.... but technically I don't. Today is Dushera - a hindu festival, and relatives will be coming over. I should be sleeping right now, instead of blogging! how will I wake up early in the morning and help mom and di cook/clean etc.?

And on Monday, I have to go and meet my bff, perhaps celebrate her belated birthday. And I need to buy a ticket too. Sepultura are coming to DElhi!!!! AaaaaaH! This will perhaps be the highlight of this year in Delhi for me! (Apart from crossing me quarter century on earth - and i shudder to think about that!)

So thats my update, bye-dee-bye, gotta sleep now...

in the class, once upon a time...

won't you look and say its fit
how on tubelights birdies sit
having fun while making chicks
as our time does slowly tick

just a question asked and we
discuss it, ask it, endlessly
Insanity we have achieved
collective minds completely sieved

Fate brought the Ghost to him
Asked Revenge, the chances dim
delaying with the question most
Rosencrantz stands at the post

All of them sometime must fall
the Skull shall consume us all

(Do you remember, Nandu? Sitting in the most boring class ever, when I wrote this, in college? seems like ages ago. or no maybe just like yesterday. Time was never linear in our worlds, was it? )

...I just found this... in my ole notebook! What title should I give it? Any suggestions anyone?

my treasure trove

Yesterday, I finally mustered up the courage to sort through and organise some of the souvenirs of my year in Okinawa. I had been postponing this process, for obvious reasons... I didn't want to reorganise them as it would mean that that part of my life was finally over and done with and I'd have to put them away in a box and keep them until the next spring cleaning, when I would throw away the least important of those items (or maybe not... I'd just look at them and keep them away again.)

{I know I am childish and silly about these things, but little things mean so much more to me than anything else!}

The box contained:

the pretty seashells and sea glass pieces I collected;
my JET Diary where I jotted down every single days activity at school/otherwise;
my Okinawa notebook, which contained info about Oki, words of Oki-ben, places to visit in Oki. etc;
my keitai and battery (which can't work in India since I need a step-down converter first);
my Inkan, official and the special Hello Kitty one with the kanji Ayumi found of my name;
the glass art photo frame I made at the Nago Glass factory;
Yaeyama Star Sand vials;
the lavender potpourri from Minami-Furano (Motobu's sister town) that the BoE gave me;
goya and Blue Manta keitai thingies;
the I(heart)沖縄 of leftover clay when making Shiisas;
the Kanehide point card and other cards from various cafes;
the felt paper badges I made with the special ed. students of Kamimotobu Chugakko;
the wisdom tooth I finally had wisdom to get removed while I was there;
the Khajinho miniature Okinawan-shirt coasters that Shoko gave me;
the bracelet Minako stayed up all night making before Dave, I n John left;
the various purikura done over the year;
the novel purikura with Ayumi's funky camera;
the towel Saori san gave me, dyed with Fukugi tree leaves as a symbol to protect me as those trees protect Okinawa in typhoons;

Oh Gosh, I cant go on...