Life As I Know It

It is very amusing when boys try to understand girls. When I say understand I don’t mean the emotional fluctuation which seems absolutely normal for my gender but instead the basic female quirks like clutch purse, impulsive PDA and tampons. Once my friend and I went gift hunting. While looking through things I noticed my friend had gone missing. I found him near the hand bag section holding a clutch and staring at his image in the mirror. [Honestly: I thought my friend was switching teams.] “How do you girls hold on to these things? I feel like throwing it. Don’t you like having your hands free?” [Some times it is best to shrug off the question and not reply.] I personally prefer my backpack which I think is very handy and accommodates everything I need. But I do understand that there are certain social occasions that ban faithful bags. In such situations I am compromising enough to carry the appropriate accessory with me. When I listened to my friend’s millionth

Hey do you believe the world will really end in 2012? Wouldn’t it be rather awesome if it did? But there is so much to do. Do it now. I want more time. Narcissist asks the question I give my answer. This whole 'will the world end' seems to bother him a lot. I personally think it’ll be awesome if all of us die together. As a specie we have over stayed our invitation. We pretty much have hogged the planet thinking we are the only living creatures with needs. Thanks to us, animals have gone extinct or are on the brink of extinction. We seem to have multiplied like Rabbits and have been living like rats abandoning all things that need to be nurtured and preserved. If 2 years more is all we have on the planet, so be it. I’d say even that time slot is too long. P.S: Apparently the movie[2012] is bad. P.P.S: I don’t really think the world will end in 2012. But it gives me immense sadistic joy in pointing out buildings to the narcissist, asking hi

[Listening to “Trouble is a friend” by Lenka hence the title.] The general theme of my blog is my obvious dislike for people and the underlying anger towards “people”. I dislike a lot of people [I know] but I won’t deny that there are some [even if it is just a few.] that I like a lot. I think I may even love some that I like. So, I am going to explain the dislike part. Fact- I am not a person who can tolerate people for too long. This definitely puts me directly in other people’s “Don’t like” list, which is absolutely fine by me. I don’t like people who are hypocrites, thoughtless, unoriginal, cunning, conniving, cruel, clingers… [It is a very extensive list which need not necessarily be exhaustive.] Since I can go on grouping them I have divided people into two groups – the ones I like and the ones I don’t like. It is simple and clean. Basically everyone I know makes it to one of the two lists. The rest of the people on this planet go under the category of pe

" There is no prosthetic for a broken spirit " - Lt.Col. Frank Slade (Al Pacino in Scent of a woman) I know I can never erase some things that I have done in the past. I always believed that coping with the bad times, to overcome the hurdles and surviving makes a person. Till last night I believed that people will see how far ahead you have come in spite of all the mistakes and mess that one makes of their life. That is what people told me when I was having a rough patch a few years back and being the idiot that I am I believed them. I told myself people make mistakes- that is a part of living one’s life. Everyone makes mistakes and they move on. I messed up my life at one point but did not let it affect my future. But last night I realized that irrespective of all that I did and will do in future NOTHING will erase all the mistakes. They will always remain. People will always remind me of them. I don’t see why people like living in the past. People have a way of su