Cinema

what do i like??/ movies. movies movies n o did i mention movies??? They rule life in my house... my heated arguments with my cute lil sista are always about the channels we are watching.... the other day something rather remarkable happened...
my mom n i were squabbling away in the kitchen... my bro was soon there...
Bro:"Maaa..... Woh maa banne waali hain....."
we decided that this matter needed more consideration than cutting off each others head......
Mom:"WAT??????"
Bro: " haan maa .... main us kutte ka khoon pee jaaoonga...!!""
Me:" Wat the hell are you talking about?"
Bro: " us kameene ne uske izzat ke saath kela! main usko kabhi nahin chodoonga!!"
My mom was wavering between a dead faint and a fit of hysteria...
Me: "how did gayathri do??? hOw did she get herself into this mess/"""
bro:" Gayathri... who is talking about gayathri?? i am talking about ruby!!""

Ruby was our doggie...

My impressionable lil bro had acquired some of the dramatic aspects of the more famous heroes.... such is theb power of cinema...
So people go n watch movies!!

Pain....

The pain of loss is very often too much to bear....i found it extremely difficult to cope with my losses.... but now i have realised the magic of repression... i have just started forgetting the things that upset me.... how do i do it??? well i do it by talking a lot... that way i dont have time for contemplation or meditation or any of those other dangerous things.....i dont know if it helps but as for now this is my only solace.......

bangalore Blues

well this is one thing that all bangaloreans will vouch for.... the neverending trauma of transport woes...This morning i had to get to mission road from koramangala.... the king of karntaka roads, the powerful autorickshaw raja twirled his veerappan mustache at me n unceremoniusly bellowed,"NOOOOO". My stomach travelled all the way upto my heart n i busrt into a fit of my famous coughs....in sheer desperation i approached another twenty of the same smug bullies... They all seemed to have donned their sadistic gear... realising that i had no chance of getting anywhere remotely close to mission road... i tried to experiment with these tormenting souls...
The incredible miss Ramya: "Bhaiyya, mission road chalenge?"
The Horrible bully:" Nahin madam"
Me:" Shantinagar?"
He:(sprawling on the miniscule leather seat)" Nahin maa"
Me: " Forum"
He:"No"
Me: "Garuda mall?"
he; No
Me:" aap kahan jaane ke liye tayyar hain??"
His look reminds of all those terrifying monsters from spiritus mundi. I can feel the anger pouring forth in gallons!But THIS TIME i feel the triumph... the all consuming glory of having walked away the winner in this timeless verbal duel..... absolutely fabulous!!

random ramblings

Tentacular experiences...jealousy and pandemonium... sorry to disappoint u... but not my life story....but just like that spark of nauseating odour unleashed the demoniacal spirits i too seem to be ruled by these dark forces.... okay now cutting alll that crap which is bound to suffocate all those unfortunate souls who happen to read this...i think i am the most confused personality in the world!! I have no idea wat iam doing with myself... I am confused about my health, my food my clothes, my ikes, my dislikes, n everything under this big blue sky!!! eric erikkson would be proud of my idendity confusion... but believe me i am not!! I am supposed to be studying journalism! But i am forever confused about the ethics of the said profession! I hate Himesh reshammiya... but i still listen to his disgusting music... is it some cosmic intervention or is it just me???