I killed another bug and I liked it! - Katy Perry

It happened again!!
So I knew I had to write about it!
So this Friday, at a friends place, dinner was just ending. it was starting to get too warm so one of the guys opened a window next to me. In came swooshing a bug and damn it for its inquisitive wretched nose, it landed right into my snow white yogurt!!
the insect repellent that I have become, I heaped a spoonful of yogurt on it and it finally succumbed to its angelic white destiny and the insect-soul left its winged body to lead its after life in the Soul Society. I will soon be packed in a can as an Insect-killer!!

Next Wordsworth is called Chitre!

A hundred things to worry about and a million things to do.
Such has been a normal day for a week now or two.

Oh my God! this homework is due!
And have to search for a job too!!

Thank goodness I wrapped up my research finally,
Feels like i'm a doctorate already!

Have an awesome idea for a project in my mind all set,
There I go! I just wrote my first lousy octet!

How much is too much??

So, of late I've been wondering about boundaries. How much is too much? Where do you draw that elusive line? Once you cross that line, is there no coming back? and even if you keep your color within that outline, does that boundary lose it significance once it is stepped over? Will you keep making concessions once you've crossed that?

It is always nice to have someone else help you realize where your line lies. But when you don't have anyone to tell you, how much do you trust your own judgment to draw that boundary? And how long will it be till you push that line a little further?

I'm sure we've all wondered about this. It is such a delicate point to ponder upon. The optimum amount of salt to make your lunch perfect, a little more and your face cringes. Or the perfect amount of gel to keep your hair in place, a little more and your hands keep getting greasy every time you touch them.

So, where do I stop rambling?

What the Fuck

Roommate (RM): Dude, I need to talk to you
Me: yeah? (did I forget the rent?)
RM: er…well its
Me: Anything important?
RM: No, no…it’s just that…you need to watch yourself
Me: ? (??)
RM: Well, I’ll come to the point, you keep saying fuck that’s not good
Me: ? What? (what the F...oh no!!)
RM: Well you keep saying the ‘f word’ in front of everyone so, especially in front of the girls
Me: oh…so? (Still confused)
RM: Well, if you keep saying it, then the girls will want to say it too…I mean they might pick up this habit from you. So
Me: eh?
RM: Well, it’s not good for our girls to say fuck and such things and we have to take care of all that so.

I refrain from saying anything. After all I have been effectively silenced. I leave it to my perceptive readers to comment.

How I killed a bug....

Its summer time here. I think this is the only respite the insect kingdom gets over here from the hell-freezing winter. But these bugs aren't much for our privacy. You keep your window open for a few minutes and in comes a fluttering bug flying like a torpedo that has lost its target! I know, for PETA enthusiast I'm probably the personification of the bad guy from "Saw". But let me tell you how I killed a bug. Now, I'm sitting quietly in my seat somewhere and this nasty looking ghastly bug comes there and starts its asinine dance. If you have noticed, you never see two bugs together, Graceful movements have been used as a means for attracting the other sex, but I'm very sure, those bugs probably scare the insect-shit out of each other with those ballistic movements too. Anywho!! this bug comes in front of me and is persistently trying to catch my attention. I don't know why else a smaller organism would pompously go around purposely under the spotlight of a larger animal. I mean, humans never go in front of giant gorillas and elephants and move around in circles. We know, Sooner or later, that thing is going to crush our 206 bones into a 2060 pieces. So, here i was trying to avoid it, following the live and let live policy but that bug just wouldn't quit! By now, i have used a flip flop, a book, a sock, my foot and even a block of ice once to shoot the bug. But here's what I did this time. I found a can of shaving foam next to me. I filled the cap of the
can with the foam a little more than half and placed that cap on the bug. The bug amused first, by the avalanche like foam, landed its hair-thin claws on the it. On observing closely, i saw it tasting the shaving foam. As you know the foam bubbles eventually get burst, and it seems the bug felt itself sinking inside the foam and tried to fly away. But in its desperate attempts to fly away, it flapped its wings too hard and the wings got stuck on the soapy foam and couldn't get out. After seconds of struggling, it finally gave in and died peacefully on a cloud of foam....
Do let me know if you have any innovative ideas to kill them. A plain book and a foot in its ass doesn't do it for me anymore.

You know you've had a good day when....

Its that day of the year again. I just turned 23. Thanks to some amazing friends I have made over time, my first birthday away from home was one of the best I've had. Not many people get to feel so special for more than 36 hours. Even away from home, I feel like everything is the way it always was. I had Kheer on my B'day the way my Mom makes it every year. My sis wished me at 12am. Got a lovely card from her. Had a black forest in and on my face. Yeah these days both prepositions (in/on) are accompanied with the mention of cake. It rained like it always did on my Birthday back home. Missed my family a lot though. Every year we go out to have a nice dinner. That plan has been postponed by a coupleof days when tai comes over. But enjoying it very much. I had a delicious lunch I love. I am relaxing beside my window pane as I see it rain. But the best thing about today is that I realized what a wonderful year I've had.
I did so many things that I've always wanted to do. Most of them don't get a mention over here. But in retrospect, it has been a truly rewarding experience. I am sitting in the United States. A dream nurtured for 7 years now. It has been a hell of a ride academically. I feel I've grown over the year.Ironic huh!!! Met so many different people. Lived on my own. Enjoyed studying for the first time ever. And I even got to go home to remind me what I have been missing too.
So it is really fulfilling to see that the seeds sown in the past are bearing fruits of labor. Knowing that the future holds much more in store, raises my spirits even more. A wave of positivity seems to be blowing through the wind, 'cause I can feel it take over me.
Now all I need is a pair of new jeans and shoes and I shall be ready for the next year with more zeal than ever.
Thank you all.

Cheers
X

Hope and Despair...

I believe that feeling of hope you experience is masking the underlying despair. Despair inflicted by being at the end of the rope, rooted in the feeling of failure. Keep in mind, you shall feel happy that you were able to squeeze out microscopic amounts of toothpaste, or chew out the last nanoliter of flavor from a gum you were chewing for the past 4 long hours. But the next day, when you try squeezing more, you shall not be greeted by the sweet reward. That gum you were chewing for the past 4 hours will make your mouth dry and leave you hungry. So at the cost of sounding pessimistic, although borderline pragmatic, I would say, spit out that gum while you are enjoying it. Get a new toothpaste while your teeth are still clean. Don't let hope show you fancy dreams of wonderland. Instead be ready for the worst and make necessary arrangements for the future.
That reminds me of the classic battle of hope and despair, Angels and Demons, Dan Brown.

Thought for the day

Think about it. There's always some more toothpaste in the tube. What happens when the end is encountered? when you wake up one morning, groggy, foul breathed and there is no more toothpaste in the tube? A dull realization dawns upon your embittered soul and the quest for a new tube begins. but the tube is given a last squeeze, a last try before all hope is given up. A parallel to life learned in the bathroom? Maybe..A dull metaphor spewed out of mid-afternoon laziness? Definitely.
But think about it.

You've been Served!!!

Whats the best that you could do on a lazy saturday afternoon in brightest of summer. It is definitely not a game of ball. An instant messenger, 2 friends, a similar outlook on life and wham! theres a blog for you.

Both of us Engineering nerds. Work hard. Party harder. We've had conversation on choicest of topics and thought they ought to be documented. So there goes the foreword for the book that follows.

As a gentleman in an Armani clad suit once quoted "Its gonna be LEGEN---WAITFORIT------DARY"!!!!

cheers
X