Life As I Know It

Adulthood in other words is responsibility. What does one who doesn’t want any responsibility do once they hit their 20’s? It's very scary when people plainly assume that plans post ones graduation will and should and must include marriage. When conversations with friends reach a point where we start talking about marriage and babies is scarier. I don’t expect people in their 50’s to think beyond matrimony. According to them that is the best thing that can happen to anyone. [Gives them cheap pleasure in seeing more people suffer.] But when my own friends start talking about it, it makes me feel like we are growing up too fast and that there are so many things that I still want to do and haven't done yet. * High Alert For Crankiness * I don’t want to be responsible for another individual. I don’t want babies unless by the time I hit 30 they come in a customized manner which meets my satisfaction. I have a friend who said that love is being and wanting to be responsible for anoth

A Story Once upon a time in a land far far away people were busy figuring out how to survive a major economical crisis called Recession. People panicked and there was undeniably chaos all over the land. But people are people, after a while they accept things as they are and continue with life. But it wasn’t to be so. These people faced another crisis - Swine Flu. People again panicked. People always seem to panic at the slightest tipping of the scale. They enjoy equilibrium so much that going slightly off balance is a catastrophe. Anyway in this land that I am talking about there were certain parts that were soon seeing people dropping dead because of afore mentioned flu. Soon the flu spread to every part of the land. More panic, more stupidity surfaced. People are stupid. It is the universal truth. One person reads something. Narrates the same to another and the chain progresses from there. By the time every living being has heard the story you will find different versions of

Last weekend was amazing. It began by me traveling solo from Mysore to Madras. I plonked my bags at my best friend's place. Her roomie, she and I headed to Mahabalipuram where we saw the famed sculptures carved out of single boulders. The carvings are pretty intricate and the sight is very pretty but the highlight of the visit was a monkey. While we were leaving the place we saw a troop of monkeys and one of them immediately took a fancy to my friend’s roomie. Now this girl is scared of almost every animal. It became very obvious to her that the monkey was eying the bottle in her hand. She threw it at the monkey. The monkey picked it opened the bottle and gulped the juice and looked so pleased! It was a sight. It does not seem hilarious in print but it was incredibly funny. But before going to Mahablipuram we stopped at the Crocodile Park where I learnt to hold a baby crocodile and also a python. I actually felt the crocodile gulp when I was holding it. The place

--> Every year the first Sunday of august is celebrated as friendship's day. This day brings me some really baffling memories of fights that need not really have happened but I was at the same time gladdened by the fact that they did. I am not a believer in keeping just one day to celebrate friendship, love etc… Why should we have specific days for telling someone you care for them or love them? These “special days” include mother’s day, father’s day and all the other days. The reason for designating a particular day is to make the consumer fish take the bait. Consumer fish is so blinded by materialism that feelings are given no consideration whatsoever. The key ingredient of these “special days” is the extravagant gifts that are exchanged. As pathetic as this is and as a common occurrence around the globe it sometimes makes me wonder if being shallow is the only way to get by in this world. If it is so, I think I’ll have to start off with pretence of being extremely caring