All Kinds of Time

I’ve been having this sick feeling in the gut for a couple of weeks, now. It’s like the anxiety symptom when you have the fear of impending doom. Can’t shake it off.

Been having weird mood-swings off late, too. Sometimes I think I might have Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD). Ek toh the initials are so ironic.

Headed to Bombay on the 9th. Think being with family might fix me.

Six Feet From The Edge

What does it take for someone to kill themselves?

Board results are out and news of suicides has already started pouring in. Is it really just the mark sheet that causes kids today to jump off that ledge, literally and metaphorically? 

Someone I knew took that leap today.

I’d spoken to her a couple of times. My parents know her parents. She studied Math from my 12th grade tutor. Her Facebook updates always flooded my Newsfeed.

And now she’s just not there.

Stuff and Bother

University exams begin in two days and all I can think about is chilling after they get over. Not the best way to go about them, I know. Normally, I’d be staying up all night trying to grasp whatever’s been taught the whole year. But, somehow, the exam pressure isn’t getting to me this time.

This is also the first time I’ve lost weight while preparing for a set  of exams. I usually bloat up because my diet consists of chips and Coke during this period.

Gah, nothing’s happening in my life. Apart from a dream I had that turned out be a premonition. Freaky. But, freakier than that was the fact that I liked feeling that all was lost. I think I might be the teensiest bit masochistic.

I’ve been in a mellow mood for the longest time. Been listening to a lot of Eric Clapton [If I Could Change The World] and Norah Jones [What Am I To You]. And ofcourse, Jiyein Kyun. That song makes me yearn..for what, I haven’t figured out, yet.

Gotta get back to Macroeconomics, now. Later, alligator!

"Why does he love her so much? I mean, what is it about her?"

"I don't know. I don't think I've ever known. I think, sometimes you get it right the first time. And then it defines your life. It becomes who you are."

I want me a Hank Moody.

Come Undone

Had a really weird dream last night.

I had to donate blood the whole day. They gave me a portable line which also had some yellow liquid in a cup that filtered the blood or something. I saw something floating in the liquid some hours into donating so,I threw the liquid out and removed the needle from my arm. Went to get it fixed and the hospital staff didn't believe me about the stuff in the liquid so I made up something about the liquid getting absorbed.

Scene suddenly changed to a store that carried women's clothing. There was supposed to be a dance in the evening where everyone needed to have a date and wear purple. I got a date - don't know who - half an hour before the thing started. Ran about the store trying to look for something to wear.

Then, I woke up.

Can't make head or tail of it. Usually I know why I dreamt what i dreamt because it's always related to something that happened the previous day that triggered it. This dream doesn't remind me of anything.

Don't even know why I'm posting this.

I go on forever.

I love this picture. Took it when I was going to PVR Juhu, Mumbai to watch Yeh Saali Zindagi for a second time. I like how the cars and the lights are blurred in the picture. Like everything but the tree is transient.

Okay, I'll stop with the pretentious fuckery, now.

Pranidhi's new post got me thinking about etymology. I think it's really cool how words from a different language change form and are used in another language, in the same connotation. Like tikozi. For those who don't know, a tikozi is that cloth cover you put on a teapot to keep it warm. The word originates from "tea-cosy" which is what the British used to call it. We picked it up and Indianised it.

Another word whose origin has always fascinated me is 'thug'. Did you know it was taken from the Hindi thug?

I always wondered why my nanaji called the waiters at the Delhi Gymkhana Club baira. Finally asked him about it last year. He told me the word was adapted from 'bearer' which is what the British used to call their man-servants. Try saying it with a British accent. You'll see what I mean.

Got a class in 35 minutes. Later!

Con #1 of being in a packed Ladies Only Metro Compartment

Foot piercings due to someone's stilettos.