For Boo

On the very first day you said,
“Your hand is mine to take.”
The world was pink bubble-wrapped in gold,
Your hand was also mine to hold.

The second, a journey we made,
Rough, violent but never filled with hate,
You held mine firm and looked me in the eye,
“Oh boo, don’t worry you’ll be fine!”

Finally, and no one knew it then,
That you were preparing to leave us when.
It has sunk in, you are the world’s to share,
But remember this, you’ll always be mine, beloved fair

Oh woe.

Final end sem and then I graduate.Replace 'then' with 'if'.
Sigh.
I am not a pessimist but a realist. The impossible pending bulk of study crap I have to go through will probably not even get me a 'pass'. Pass, btw, is worse than FAIL, if you are an honours student.

Anyway, Day 1- The neighbours decide to conspire and put up speakers that exploded all hit songs of Dev, the bangali superstar and Jeet Ganguli, the banagli super music compposer. Maane ne na Maane ne na Mon. So I decided to not fight the music and danced my blues away only to realise today was wasted.


There is always tomorrow.


I hope.

The Royal Blues. :'(

Rajasthan Royals are stupid.
All my hopes have died.
Elizabeth Hurley is the devil's imp.

I shall now go and weep.


DIE HURLEY DIE.

Must Visit!

The Mountain from Terje Sorgjerd on Vimeo.

Most beautiful video ever, must go there... someday.

Sigh :')

Stagnant and growing roots

WHERRE AND WHEN AM I GOING TO MOVE?
WHEN?
I thought after graduation everything would just fall into place.
All that fell and is falling now is my hope for success or bare minimum.
If I hear one more time: What are you going to do after your grad? I WILL UNLEASH A WHOLE WORLD OF EVIL MONKEYS ON YOU!


I am going to sit and wait and sit and wail some more. Also, WHERE ARE ALL THE MEN?
I'm disgusted and need a shower. Life is like my postcolonial course. It's illogical, derivative and contradictory.

Ma

Was going through my mother's childhood pictures.
She seemed like such a happy person, with no worries, no problems, parents to take care of everything.
I've always wanted to grow up , in the right sense of the term with a job and all the independence that comes with it.
I don't want to anymore. I do not want life. I want to be with mommy forever.
And if I do grow up. I want mommy to be there alll the time.

I dunno.

Sigh.

500 Days of Summer

Have been watching movies in random.
In the mood to rant about this one.
The movie's fine. A little septical if you are [still] a believer. Santa Claus is real.
The soundtrack of 500 Days of Summer is brilliant. Espicially 'Hero' by Regina Skeptor and 'She's got you High' by Mumm-Ra

I know no one will read this, but I know everyone will and pretend not to.
No I am just nauseatingly optimistic.I've seen the Julie/ Juila Project. Sue me.

Will rant later.
Taste the rainbow cookies.