My blog, my bad
I love this picture today as much as I did when I first saw it back in Valentine’s Day 2003.
Quoted:
The Kiss is a fascinating icon of the loss of self that lovers experience. Only the faces and hands of this couple are visible; all the rest is great swirl of gold, studded with colored rectangles as if to express visually the emotional and physical explosion of erotic love.
Even monsoon is not doing any good to this place. Its still is hot as hell and the humidity appears to sap off every ounce of energy left in your body to get any other work done. I hate this rainy season. Contrary to the romantic appearance of this weather, it is actually a bane of my existance essentially for the fact that what follows after a heavy rain is the inevitable blackout and I am scared stiff of sleeping in the dark.
I hate the summer - its all set to kill the likes of me, that is if dehydration doesnt do its job already. I hate not being about to go out for a walk with my dog because of the downpour. I hate the musty earth smell that comes about everytime the rain smatters the ground. I dislike the thunderstorm and all that glitzy lightening that appears to be focussing on striking anywhere near me for want of having something better to do.
The only thing I like about the rain is to watch it fall gently outside as I watch it safely from indoors on a warm bed. Thats about it. Other than that visual effect, I find it extremely difficult to walk, drive or dance around in a heavy downpour that never seems to end. I wait for this heat to get over so that I can go back to my normal life where wearing a sweater or a shawl makes sense. I hate the winter too so I wont be looking forward to the December cold but autumn should do nicely for now.
Just yesterday I had this conversation with a friend:
Me: “Oh my god! I am feeling so bloody hot. This summer is killing me!!! Are you feeling as hot as I am??? Or am I the only one hot around here???”
Him: “I dunno…. I guess you’re HOT”
Loads of laughter later,
(Moral of the story) Better to be hot than be compliment-less. A.k.a. To laugh is human, to crack PJs is US.
I recieve chain e-mails on a regular basis and am kind of ashamed to say that I never forward any of them from my side. Not that I mind all my friends who send me forwards; its nice to know that you are thought of and sent emails. Its just that when it comes to reciprocating the same, or in other words, “forwarding it to 10 people failing which I may come to great harm and all”, I dont forward them cause I would like to see what is this great danger that may fling itself uncalled upon me… And people say that nowadays you dont see anyone dying for no reason…
I dont know if its a good thing whether I am agnostic, non-superstitious and basically immune to all kind of possible jinxes. Afraid of the dark, yes but not bothered about the 7 years of bad luck that may befall on me were I to break a mirror. Come to think of it, I dont even remember how many mirrors I have shattered till date… but you get the picture, right?
I am the Chain Breaker. All the chain emails that would have undoubtably been a huge success, being forwarded to all races of people all over the globe, come and die their deaths in my inbox. Not only couldnt I care less for bad luck, I couldnt give a flying frog for robbing the 10 paise from the sick girl which would have been contributed from my side towards her treatment had I forwarded the mail to my friends. Or about the girl who’s looking for her brother and by forwarding the news to everyone possible, maybe just maybe someone would know of this lost brother and they may be united. What crap.
But all in all, its interesting to read all these emails, almost as interesting as deleting them 
I am also aware that I am forever doomed now that I admitted this forward business in public. Damn!
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It has come to this - accepting insomnia as a way of life and drowning one’s sorrows in the inevitable drink that makes everything seem allright for that moment. Life and its surprising turn of events can sure leave one high and dry without a shred of lifeline to hang on to. Is it fair, you may ask. Is this really happening? Are you really stupid? Are you out of your mind?
I am tired of being strong and independant. I am sick of knowing my mind and being in charge of my life. I need a break. I want to wander aimlessly through life’s unexpected winding binding twists and turns and for once, not knowing what will happen next. Call it insanity, delusional or simply foolishness. Call it extreme. I will tell you when it gets too hard to handle. A part of my mind is masochistic enough to admit that I am liking this dissolving texture of what is supposedly my life. Inevitability in itself is self explanatory, need I say more?
- Hard to handle
Silver shining in the bright sunlight
Power steering making my life much easier
All hail my new Zen (not the Estilo please)
And suddenly all’s right with the world
(Without this line, it wouldnt be a haiku )
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