The Joys Of Not Being An Only Child

"My children seldom fight," said the neighbor, "because they have an age gap of almost 5 years. It is so easy to manage them and restrain them from fighting." The biggest lie ever told to any mother, which they realize  after it is way too late. My poor mother believed the neighbor and decided 6 years to be a good age gap between siblings. Boy, was she wrong.
The poor woman comes home everyday to children trying to wring each other's neck while fighting over silly things such as making coffee. And what's worse is, they are not little anymore.

The only time my brother and i dint actually fight must have been when he was a tiny baby. I could have easily over-powered him and i dint want an easy victory, i guess. Mother thought it would all change once we grew up. It got only worse, if i could put it that way.

Him:Why dont you overtake the damn bus, already?
Me: I am scared of buses.
Him:Yeah, right!
Me:Dont make me pull over and throw you out of the car. DO NOT provoke me, i am warning you.
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Me:It's your turn to make noodles.
Him:You cook this time, please. I shall do it the next time and the time after that.
Me:No. It's your turn today. Get to work, i'm hungry.
Him: Fine! You'll have to wash all the dishes, then.
Me:We'll decide about that later.
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Him:Could you please help me with this?
Me:You dint bring masala puri for me that day. I dont see why i should help you now.
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Me:I DONT REMEMBER ASKING YOU TO TAKE OVER THE COUCH WHILE I WENT TO THE KITCHEN TO GET MYSELF A GLASS OF WATER!
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Him:*typical teen status update on Facebook*
Me:*sarcastic comment+a good laugh (which includes pointing fingers at him)*
Him:*deletes comment*
:|
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Do you see the bigger picture here without having me spelling it out loud?
Yes, things have changed. Not sure if it's for the good or not but well, i would not have things any other way. In-spite of the age gap et all, we share a common circle of friends and well, this is really pleasant.

One of the many things that belong to him, which is gathering dust in my room

P.S: His birthday is not for another month or so and i see no reason why i should celebrate him only on one specific day instead of the whole year round.

Metallica was here! :)

A decade of listening to their songs and singing along to them, watching their videos on YouTube. And then, on Sunday evening, it came down to standing in the crowd, in BANGALORE, watching them play live! The transition that i am still hung up on so i do not have much to say but James Hetfield, you are amazing.They made it possible to stand in the rain and in crowd, without complaining for a minute.

Life is never going to be the same again. The.Biggest.Concert.EVER!
Ah, Metallica, how we love you!

I See The Grass On The Other Side And It's Brown.

Studying away from home has always fascinated me to such an extent that in 7th grade, i tried so hard to convince me parents to send me to Dehradun to finish my High School from an institution there. You can believe the disappointment i faced when my parents refused to send me away from home and all my living-in-a-hostel dreams came crashing down on me. Today, i could not be more thankful to them for not sending me away.

More then half my friends in this city are non-localities and being with them for this amount of time has made me realize how much of mental strength one needs to have to stay away from their family, move to a new country/city and start life all over again. You have no one to turn to when you are home sick, you dont eat proper meals because you are too home sick and all you want to do is just bury your head in the pillow and refuse to face daylight. Life just comes to a stand still. We hate it when life comes to a stand still. You have to cook for yourself,  do your laundry WHEN you have the time (which may be very difficult, especially if you have a mad college life like ours) and most often than not, you might not find a room mate and you end up staying alone. No animals, because you do not have time to care for them; run around to pay your bills and if it's a hostel you chose to live, the major adjustment to food (which you are not used to); no one to look after you when you are sick. Nothing.

Staying away from home may have it's own perks. You have your freedom , privacy, you learn to be self-dependent, yes. But there is an appropriate time for everything.

Everything happens for a reason, i was told. Makes so much sense now.

Bruno And His Silly Adventures

Bruno is a very clever being who manages to invite trouble with little help from us and this time, it was a ruptured blood vessel in his ear flap. Us deciding to wait for a few weeks and let the wound heal by itself was not much of a success and last night, his ear started to bloat like a helium balloon and thus, a visit to the Vet at half-past ten was made. 

Soon after he was sedated, we took him outside the clinic because most dogs throw up as soon as the drug takes a toll on them. Standing across the street from him and looking into his eyes, i could see that he had begun to feel drowsy and also because he was standing in an awkward position. No vomiting, nothing, which is very unusual, we were told. Point 1.

After everything was done (that is, the blood and the clot removed from his ear), he was given glucose and as soon as the anesthesia started to wear off, we got ready to take him off the surgical table and carry him to the car, a Herculean task, that. But Bruno had one more surprise for us- he walked all the way to the car by himself. Sure, he did not have full control over his legs, but he managed to walk with little help from us. A sight even the experienced Vet had not seen.

Now that the bloated ear flap has been gotten rid of, I hope he recovers soon. The house is way too non-noisy this way and we do not like it.

P.S. The pictures are err not-so-pretty. Hence, I would suggest you do not take a look at it if blood/wounds or anything of the sort makes you feel sick.

Balloon ear! Was not so funny last night, though.

Way too brave, this animal is.

He refused to keep his bandana-like dressing on.

Of Horses and Bulls

Horse-drawn wagons and bullock carts never fail to put me in the darkest of moods. In the first place, you load the wagon till it threatens to tip over and to add to that, the poor animal is made to pull that weight AND run. This is plain ridiculous and I shall say no more. Just stop using animals to pull load. Please. Use a tractor instead. Or any other machine.

One of the most patient horses i have ever seen. I hope you are let to retire from this dirty work very soon.

The Happiness She Seeked

She did not believe in being negative, or in complaining. The kind of person who kept her problems mostly to herself and strive to solve them with help from no one. After all, this is what life had taught her. To be strong, to never give up. She helped friends who were in distress, helping people made her feel content. The people who she thought to be selfish were not that bad after all. They had their reasons for reacting negatively to situations. Life was to be blamed and not them. She was glad she realised this. Sooner than later, added a little voice in her head.

Her friend was depressed and was miles away from her family and thus she was her only support. Suddenly, the importance of family came rushing down upon her as her father announced to take her and her sibling out to a restaurant. That day, even the thought of food did not make her happy. One would think that when exposed to a sort of treatment over a period of time, would not evoke any kind of feelings. Wrong. The wound was deep. She knew that it would heal someday, it is only a matter of time. But it would leave behind a scar. A scar. She looked at herself in the mirror and thought if she should start counting all the scars, but she had to push that thought deep into her unconscious again. Which meant more sleepless nights, many more nightmares. She could hear the blare of the horn. Dad. They were waiting for her.

As she looked out the window of the car, she thought to herself that negativity was such a waste of time and it is definately not worth it. Positivity means having expectations but what if those expectations were not met? Nevertheless, she decided to not sway from her principles, she would be positive as much as she could. "Negativity only attracts negativity", she had been told.

Fighting back her tears, she sent a text message to her friend, the one who had said she wants company. Of course she agreed to stay with her till she feels fine. At the end of the day, I have my family, my animals, to turn to and my friend had no one but me, she thought to herself. And she knew what it felt like to not have anyone to talk to when you need them the most, because she had experienced it. The only thing that kept her going were her animals. She would spread happiness. By being there for someone who needed her. By being someone else's reason to smile. At the end of the day, she would be happy to have brought a smile on a friend's face. 

As for her, she will learn to survive as long as the animals continue to exist.. She knew how to keep herself busy and to not give all those people a thought who did not reciprocate her care. She knew of her goals. For, she was focused and nothing could stop her.

The Month That Made Me Run Around

Since the University decided to make this a short semester (which is a good thing, by the way), work load has been piling up with each passing day and the animal kingdom take up most of my free time which gives very little time to get creative or motivated, in fact. Plus, all my creativity is being drained on assignments and planning the "fun" week [each day has a theme and we are to be dressed accordingly. =)] ahead in college. You know how these things work. So no time to breathe or for anything apart from the assignments. Speaking of which, we were asked to write an assignment on ourselves-experiences that made us who we are, memories that we remember from our childhood etc. and while most of them did not exceed 5 pages, i ended up writing a thesis on myself and like that was not enough, i felt i had not done justice in writing down everything. :| Some of us tend to get carried away way too often.

The rodents are growing too quick, putting on kilograms with each passing hour. And so are their claws, which i realize only after they puncture my skin. 

And with the Harry Potter Craze going on-

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P.S: Thank you,Ikky,for the blog award. =)

On i burn, Fuel is pumping engine..(Metallica in BANGALORE!!)

This is like a dream come true! After many, many years of rock bands having a concert only in Mumbai, this time Metallica is coming down south to Bangalore (and will not have a concert in Mumbai!) I cannot help but be happy.  They will be playing in New Delhi on the 28th of October, for the opening of the F1 Grad Prix.

I was introduced to Metallica by an older cousin who was (and is) going through a heavy-metal phase. Must have been around 9 years back and i have been hooked to their music ever since, though i shift my music loyalties to a good many other genres, i always held on to Metallica and they are going to be here! In this city! Playing! The number of memories connected to their music is innumerable.

Just another half hour to go before the tickets are on sale (12PM IST), the concert is scheduled to take place on the 30th of October 2011 at Palace Grounds, Main Palace. I hope i finish my exams by then and can go to the concert guilt-free. CANNOT WAIT!!

 Tickets available here.

It is time for the Rodents!

After a good few years of living with dogs, cats and birds and studying their behaviors, i have always wanted a rodent to get to know the specials better and well, because they said i could not have a tiger in my room. I decided against mice because i heard they bite a lot and i wanted something a little more cuddlier. The guinea pigs! They are the cutest things ever, almost like soft toys. :) Have to design their cage a little bit to keep them entertained. I decided to name to boys Aito, (pronounced AH-ee-toh, Japanese for affection) and  Yorisou (pronounced Yoh-ree-sowh, Japanese for cuddle). I have heard that they recognize their humans and purr when they are happy, they sound so adorable! And i already heard Aito make this cute, soft sound.  Maybe I'll see how well they learn mazes and recognize voices. :)

Aito is a week old. Getting used to his new home :)

 

 

Yorisou is 3-weeks old and fatter and calmer!

Aito trying to hide under Yorisou. I hope they stop being shy very soon!

A couple of people have told me that rodents stink a lot so it is tough to maintain them but i think, that is a matter of opinion. I have seen people give away their dogs of three years because they realised that pets need a lot of attention which was too much work for them. I have never given up on an animal before so i dont see why this time is going to be different.

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My first (of many, i hope) rodents. I will do everything i can to make sure you live happy, Aito and Yorisou. Time for some unconditional rodent love. :D Bruno is stalking the piggies with a curious expression on his face. :D P.S: These photographs were taken without flash because they are still getting used to me and the flash would blind the poor rodents.

The power of being impatient, it's called

I believe in Zodiac signs as much as i believe in Bruno and his "don't eat" tricks. Not in the daily predictions, mind you, but the love signs and compatibility, et all. It is fun AND true, to an extent.
But his whole thing about Taureans being "patient", i dont know who got that from where. Maybe they thought "hey, let's just make the summer children feel better and compare them to bulls and say the have patience that can move mountains!". Amusing, and it works because we get ourselves to think we are patient and we actually end up being so. Miracles do happen, they said.
I woudnt be surprised if i am the only Taurean who is this way, though. Especially with the recent turn of events, i would not be surprised if i find a Genie in my wardrobe, willing to fulfill all my darn wishes. Finding happiness where you least expect it, or something of that sort. Are you listening, Genie?
Back to the topic, clearly the person who incorporated "patience" in Taurus was not of the same sign, if he was not playing a prank. To a certain degree, i guess you could call us patient otherwise, it just sounds so wrong.
I have been (blessed) with this disorder of making lists.
Lists of what to do.
Lists of what text books to buy.
Lists of what notebooks to buy.
Lists of what i want.
Lists of what i need.
Lists of what i should do.
Lists of what i need to do.
Haircuts.
Addition to animal kingdom.
Transportation.
You get the point.
It's obsessive and i can drive myself insane with this, with no help from my sibling, really. What's worse is that, it does not just stop at making the lists. You want to and HAVE TO do things on the list and mark it as done.And you want to get it done with before you can say "guinea pig".I.want.it.now. 
The symptoms include waking up in the middle of the night and jotting down more things in your little book.
Go to Landmark and to buy the green book you saw.
While at it, dont forget the erasers!
Oh and those colorful pencils.
Times like these i curse for not having a monochromatic vision. Things would be so much more simpler then. Or so i would like to believe. Let's not be diplomatic, now.
Those crayons , iwant. No no, i NEED.
For what? I dont know. Use it as a marker on the text book? I could take them to college everyday, and find someway to put it to use. It would fit perfectly between the pouch that contains a hundred different colored pens and the huge purse.
Why does there have to be such pretty, colorful things at the stationery shop?! Kill me now!

Oink and chop.

Overcoming fear

The day had finally arrived and everything seemed to be going way too fast for it to register in my brain. I was not thinking clearly as i heard a familiar voice blaring over the speakers. The Principal. Had his voice always been this squeaky? 

I felt my stream of thoughts drift away to insignificant things. This was one of the defense mechanisms i had developed against stress which worked wonders to a certain degree. My hands felt numb and i looked down to realize i was clenching my fists. A quick turn towards the array of seats behind me to notice any familiar faces. None. I had to do this alone and this time, there was no out. 

I told myself that it is not a big deal, it is just one of those many fears that i have to overcome and it would be best if i try not to fret about it and end up making a fool of myself on the stage. Embarrassment. The thought of it made me shudder. A lot of people have over come their fear by facing it, i told myself, so just do it.

An entire week seemed to have passed by the time i was called on to the stage. I wished i would dissociate into another personality, one that could deal with facing an audience. I really hoped something of that sort happened, just as long as my prophecy of making a complete fool of myself would not come true. No such luck that day.

The stage was too bright, i could barely see the audience. I tried hard not to squint as i cursed my sensitive eyes. The optician was right about my eyes being unhealthy; I wonder how those pupil-dilating fluids work? FOCUS. Had i dissociated yet? Had another personailty taken over? I tried to remember events from my childhood. Nope, still the same personality. Dang. 

With no other option left, i took out my little sheet of paper on which i had written my speech. Is it just me or is this stage burning hot? I dint remember writing the speech with a fountain pen. Why were the words shrinking in size? Should i start reading, yet? Or do i wait for a couple of minutes more? Why does everything have to be so quiet around here? A little bit of music would not hurt anyone. I have always liked the thought of a background music.

Taking a long breath, i promised myself that i would not ruin this. I held the speech firmly in my hands and began to read, ignoring the audience. I was told that this trick works wonders in situations so i gave it a shot since i dint have many options at that time, really.

A good couple of minutes later, i looked up. I had done it, i had read out my entire speech and it did not take as much time as i thought it would. I did it, with no mistakes, no stammering and no pausing. There was no standing ovation but i felt good; i felt the people giving me a huge round of applause, all in my head. As i got off the stage, i realized, sometimes all a person needs is that one tiny push to overcome a fear.

I remember going home that night and marking Stage Fear off my list.

"MY" Bull!

Have you ever noticed a particular animal on your way to work/college every day and have taken that particular road just so that you can catch a glimpse of that animal? (I shouldn't be surprised if i am the only one =/ )

There is this bull that i pass by every morning and i have not seen a bull that big and sturdy(he could easily maul other cows to death) and it makes him look so adorable.Even then, there is something very gentle about his looks that makes him look like the most adorable animal on the planet. Hence, i HAVE to see him every morning, just brings this weird sense of satisfaction and happiness. Cheap thrills. I have never managed to successfully photograph him from a moving vehicle but this is almost what he looks like. I have even happily christened him "MY Bull" simply because i like the sound of that. :) Maybe the guy who owns him would sell him to me? I should find out.

Image from Google

Psychoanalytic theory of selfishness

 One of the main plus points of studying Psychology is that it broadens your perspective and makes you realize that there are all kinds of people in the world- the friendly ones, the shy, the bold, the hyper. In recent times, i have been trying to figure out what is it in a person that moulds them to be who they are. Freud's theory worked wonders in helping me with this, (to some degree) that the outward behavior is influenced by the unconscious. So, it is something in the environment or some event that has taken place in the life of the individual that makes him acquire certain distinct characteristics. For example, a girl who was physically abused during childhood, tends to develop hatred against men. But this does not explain selfishness wherein people talk about a certain event just to make another person feel terrible about it, or to rub it in their face. Guess it makes them feel good about it, but what ever happened to the conscience of these people? Do they not feel guilty for going that? Or don't they know what they are doing?

What i haven't been able to figure out so far is what exactly makes a person be selfish? Being possessive is one thing, but there are people who talk to you only when they need your help, or else, your existence does not matter to them; they are with you as long as they feel they need you and the minute they meet someone new or someone who they feel are better than you, they do not even give you a glance. None of the theories on personality have been helpful in stating a reason for this; it cant be an acquired trait because it does not classify as a basic feeling so how could one acquire it or learn it from the environment unless, a child is taught to put his needs first and not give a thought about anything else? I am sure no parent would invoke that feeling in their child. So, it's not a learnt trait, does not fit the social theory, is definitely is not explained in the Humanistic Approach, then what is it. I think i just confused myself. :|

Apparently, I happen to be blessed in meeting a good lot of such people and since i am the only one who seems to see this trait of theirs, i am getting bored. I need a variation, a different trait to break my head upon. Selfishness is getting plain monotonous and annoying.

Isn't this reason enough for you to get a dog? :)

The Ban On Plastic

This decision, by far, has been the wisest decision taken ever by the Government and i realized this when I went for my daily ritual of Golguppa. 

Every morning, i pass this huge heard of cattle and i cant help (i love cows and there is a particular bull in the herd that has the sweetest of faces!) but notice them trying to chew through the bazillion plastic covers in an attempt to get to the food that is inside. I have been around animals all my life, especially cows. My parents have been taking us to our farm house every summer and i have spent most of my time there in the cow shed, either feeding the cows or measuring the length of their tongues. I guess that's how my love towards animals started, i never let anyone use the bullock cart then and I still make a fuss when people around me suggest to use an animal for transport. :|

When i started reading of deaths of dogs and other animals due to suffocation caused by them trying to eat plastic, i made up my mind to give everything plastic for recycling; shampoo bottles, milk covers and even plastic covers. But since plastics like biscuit covers were not accepted because they could not be recycled, we had to throw them and this meant that there could be more animals killed (I still do not understand why people do not pay much heed to an animal that is killed due to their carelessness and get it stuck in their head that since it cannot speak for itself, it's ok if the animal suffers and eventually dies. Humans!)

Thankfully, the ban on plastic that is less than 40microns (above that, the plastic can be recycled) has been taken seriously and people seem to be following it by carrying their own shopping bags and many brands have shifted to using paper bags(that better be recycled too). Amen, to that.

So now, i can eat all my junk food in peace, without worrying about the damage my cookie's packaging cover is going to cause to the animal kingdom! Long live the animals! Oh and yes, thank you, dear Government.

It went bang, bang, bang, straight through my heart

Obsessing over this song now. Ah, there is something very catchy about this song, just cant seem to get enough of it. What, with the exams going on, its the perfect song to listen to over and over and over again. (2 hours straight). Didn't even know that K'naan had a second awesome song (the first being waving flag, of course and though we have had an overdose of that one, cant deny the fact that it was one good song) and Adam Levine! =)

Note To Self

• Never force your pet to eat. He probably isn't hungry or is sulking (wonder where they learn that stuff from) because he wants a change in his food. Forcing him to eat is only going to lead to one of the two things- A) He'll throw up, and very conveniently on your bed, while cleaning which you'll notice the presence of awful deformed things that you did not expect to find in his puke. Plus, that will be one more addition on your list of Important Things To Be Done since dog puke has this thing of seeping all the way to the other end of the mattress. And B) He'll turn out to be a spoilt brat who refuses to eat until he is fed. In my case, this animal has to be coaxed to eat. We have to promise him treats once he finishes breakfast/lunch. A change in diet is not appreciated either unless we resort to letting him have pizza with extra cheese everyday.        
                                    
• Do not watch a horror show right before you hit the sack, not even the lame Hindi one. It seems to have some sort of a lasting effect on your brain (If only I could remember class-related topics this well) and the next thing you know, you are waking up a zillion times that night and you don't even know why.
   
• Listening to the "One Missed Call" ringtone is funny ONLY during the day. Try not to even think of it after sunset. You may think that since it did not have much affect on you during the day, the same holds good for the night too. You do not want to be proved wrong. So it is best when avoided.
  
• Never ask your friend, with a vivid imagination, to scare you. And if you do, DO NOT try to imagine the scene. You do not have to prove your bravery to anyone. They say the mind is not accustomed to seeing another image of your self, with the exception of your image in the mirror (and identical twins). Hence, when you imagine seeing another reflection of yourself in the mirror, it freaks you out. I watch way too many horror films and i know i have to stop.
  
• Remember that this is all your fault. No one forced you to watch "Shutter", the Korean version of all things! You did this to yourself so you have no one to blame except for yourself.
  



I know this is a very gruesome
image. :|
But then it is not like
the lizard was
 given a choice
to make before it was
born as a lizard so
i think i feel sorry for it.
And it DIED, sticking to that glass.
Pretty amazing, huh?

• Curiosity DID kill the cat and as for that lizard, it died of natural circumstances. Try not to wonder where the blood clot came from. Plus, try not to think of it while finishing lunch, though it might be an easy way to skip the boring food, you do not want to feel nauseous and give your sibling a reason to tease you for the rest of your life.

• Instead of just "thinking of finishing the portions" a week before the exam, try to actually finish studying everything AT LEAST two days before. It is not going to be easy, but it will give you a sense of satisfaction and plus, you do not have to wake up before sunrise on the day of the exam and you can get adequate amount of sleep the night before.

• The next time someone calls you a nerd, do not think twice before whacking them and you do not have to explain why you are not a nerd.
  

• You may not be a teen anymore but that still does not change a few things. Remember this especially before you decide to take in a homeless dog/cat.
  
  
• Your mom will not let you take in a kitten and she will not give in even after listening to the sad plight (half of which you made up, just to convincer her) of the homeless animal and she will bring all your faults to your notice- about how you just want a cat to play with and she is compelled to do the other dirty works such as toilet-train it and you know it is a losing battle.Mothers can be really tough that way.
  
• It is not easy to get a kitten to shut up and they continue to shriek and bring the roof down even after being put in the closet just so that your parents find out that you took in another kitten and started the process of turning home into an animal shelter all over again.
  
• Do not try to figure dogs out, because you cant.  Either they are thinking of something so deep that it is beyond your understanding capacity or they are plain weird. While Bruno thinks that he is curing some kind of an itch that his lady-bug shaped pillow has, Benzy sits around staring into empty space which makes me wonder if she is possessed (which she probably is).

• Some dogs are genetically thin so do not try to get them to put on weight or you too will end up being the proud owner of a deranged (this has nothing to do with her half black-half white mask face) dog whose stomach is inversely proportional to her face and her legs continue to look like they would break if you sat on it. You are over feeding a dog that likes to laze around and sleep at home all day, she is bound to put that energy to use by randomly barking in the middle of the night.
  
• Too much of anything is bad. This includes watermelons and mangoes.
  
• You think you can fix your laptop, but then you also thought you could fly so sometimes, it is good to seek help.
  
• No matter how many years pass by, you will always be your older brothers vent machine. Live with it.

• It is alright to chop your hair short in the summer. It will grow back, do not worry.
  
• Some girls will never update their level of thinking; not in a million years. It is best to maintain your distance from them. You are diplomatic and nice. So what if the don't return your sweetness? You do not have to do the same because then, there would be no difference between them and you now, would there? =)

The Time Is Not Right- Extrinsic Frame Of Reference

So much for optimism and the whole "try not to give in to the negativity" and "do not let negativity take over your life". Since it is a lot more easier to say that the time is not right, i too will take refuge in the cliche and make things much more simpler for myself.

• I cannot seem to hang on to the studs. This has never happened before and it is frustrating because it is such a job to go hunting for the perfect pair of studs.
• People just could not get more annoying. I mean, what can I do if you do not understand sarcasm? That too after knowing me for years now! Such a shame.
•  Everything is NOT going to be OK. No matter how many times you tell me, i am still going to nod my head and agree but we know the truth and just because you tell me it is just a phase, does not make this just a "phase". Some nerve you have in calling me your friend, as a matter of fact. Lies.
• But i guess life moves on, with or without the people in your life so when I am 32 and on a vacation in Antarctica, surrounded by Huskies, you all can make a feeble attempt to talk to me by calling and make me feel good about this whole episode. And much more than I am willing to write. =)

The Most Amazing Animal On The Planet

I do not know what is with Labrador Retrievers but they are so easy to get attached to (not that I am saying it is any tougher to get attached to any other animal, but it is definitely a job to try not to like a Lab), and once they come into a family as the first pet, you get so familiar and accustomed to the breed that it becomes close to impossible to have any other dog apart from a Lab. The most friendliest, adorable, weird (they wag their tails while barking) animals that has ever been. Jumping on people and chewing on their hands is their way of saying hello, gnawing on their leash, they do the opposite of what they are asked to do hence, it is a tedious job to keep them off the bed/couch or even the bean bag, they speak through their eyes and have so many different expressions that it will surprise you. So when you hire a Trainer for your Lab and when the Trainer asks you to sell your dog to him, to the police bomb squad, do not think twice before you refuse because no other being can bring half the amount of happiness in your life as much as your beautiful dog. After all, it is with a reason that they are ranked #7 on the list of The Most Intelligent Dogs.

Very social, can get along really well with anybody, including other dogs, cats and birds even, you could bite them and bother them as much as you want and they wont snap even then; when trained, he will stop when you ask him to and wont touch food that is not meant for him. They are very intelligent that way and they will teach you that unconditional love does exist. The only dog that will follow you when you are walking into the sea, probably in an attempt to save you in-case the waves succeed in taking you away from him; will go everywhere with you when you take him away from home, even if that means he has to climb a wooden ladder or cross a river on a hanging bridge-he will do it all just to be with you: will laze around at home all day but jump and run to the door when he hears you taking the car out and that is when you realize what life would have been without this little fur-shedding animal in the backseat of your car, jumping away to glory with his favorite soft toy in his mouth and barking randomly at other animals on the road, as if to tell them how much he loves going on drives. Life would have been empty. Hence, having dog fur on your most expensive of clothes, in the car and every inch of the house is a small price to pay and it wont be long before you start ignoring all the dog fur and begin to see it as his stamp- that he was here, in your life.

In no time, you will realize that he is not just a dog, he is your life. A part of the family who will go everywhere with you, including vacations. Everything will revolve around him and you wont like it when people refer to him as "it" or call him your "dog", get annoyed when he is being made fun of, you feel happy even when things are not going right for you (clichéd,but true) and everything you do, you do it for him. He gives a whole new meaning to love, brings infinite amount of happiness and teaches you to forgive. 

Bruno, you might not always come to me when I call you, but I sure do know that you miss me when I am not around and that does say a lot. And no, I will never stop pushing you into a water body when I see one. :) 

Public Transport? NO MORE!!

People who rely on public transport, especially autos, in this city should be given an award of some sort for their patience and determination to not give up.  I still cant figure out how they do it. Must be something they eat to keep calm, perhaps? Auto-rickshaw drivers are easily the most annoying thing about this city. A)They do not know how to talk to women and like that was not enough, they think they are the rulers of this country, behave like it is OK to boss people around and then say things like "I brought you back safe". Really, now? Your definition of  "safe" involves abusing someone who, mind you, is not traveling in your Auto for free and complaining about the roads she chose to take you through, is it? I did not ask the Government to bombard the roads and make your life a living hell but given the chance, I would have put you through that. When the hell will these people be taught a lesson? I reached my saturation point almost three years back and the thought of taking an Auto and having to talk to them in the process still gives me nightmares. 

I dint intend on meeting you ever but that was a lesson well learnt, which will not happen again. EVER again.

 Oh and guess what Mr.Auto driver? It is not long before the Metro comes into the scene and you will be out of business so maybe it is high time you start to learn how to talk to women and throw that foul language of yours in the gutter and probably follow it as well.

Two Brothers: The Movie

If this movie was not made in 2004, then probably I would have made a similar movie. Atleast that way my dream of spending time with tigers would have been fulfilled! The tigers, Sangha and Kumar (names in the movie) are so darn adorable!

Probably the only animal movie I am happy with (excluding the parts where the cubs are mishandled :|), the happy ending and a 'save the tigers' message plus none of the animals get killed! Also, the best part when Kumar escapes from the circus and runs away to the jungle with Sangha where they are re-united with their mother. What is not to like? It's perfect!






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The Best Friend

I have known her since forever. She has never liked the name her parents gave her and preferred to be called Lydia. We used to do everything together-play, homework, going on hikes, you name it. Life seemed like a scene from a Hollywood movie, but i know nothing will ever tear us apart. We were Best Friends Forever. Lydia and I.
My classmates were very friendly in the beginning. I was very excited to get to know them, to have more friends to play Tag with. Lydia warned me to not trust them, to maintain my distance; but i managed to convince her to give them a chance and boy, was i wrong!
I thought they would like Lydia, there is nothing to "not like" about her.
I still remember the looks on their face when i introduced them to her. That was the last day any of them even smiled at me. Lydia gave me the "i told u so" look and it bothered me a lot, I could not come up with one good reason why they would not talk to me.
Lydia taught me to not care about them. She said they dont deserve it. She was my only friend from then on, we would sit in the corner of the class, next to each other and draw pictures of all the other girls in class being run over by a bus. These drawings used to make us very pleased with ourselves and i had to hide all the drawings in my closet after i got home; i had not told my parents about Lydia and did not intend to tell them either because they would break our friendship- they dint like to see my happy.
Lydia grew up to be the prettiest girl is school. She was a little haughty, but that could be ignored. We were in high school now and we continued to be inseperable, time spent in the playgrounds were replaced with going to malls and reading Cosmo. Life could not have gotten better than this. Not even if i had a hundred friends.
As time passed by, Lydia started talking strange. She would keep to herself and refuse to tell me what was bothering her. She said she does not want my help. I was worried. This one time, she said she wants to talk to Mary-Ann, she said she was the only one who could help her. Lydia and i know no Mary-Ann. When i pointed this out to her, Lyd went into denial. She started crying hysterically and told me she has never mentioned MA to me because she dint want us to know each other, she said MA is like her twin. That felt weird because all my life i believed that Lyd and i were twins. How could she have another twin, now?
That incident was the first of many. Lyd was never the same after that. I tried to talk to her about MA, tried to find out where she did her schooling and everything. On getting relevant information about MA, i tried to get in touch with her. Lyd claimed that all the pictures of hers and MA, when they went to the beach, mall, to Disney Land, were all with
MA herself. Strange. Lyd had spent every minute of her life with me but i dare not point this fact out to her. She was already hysteric, and i wanted to do something to help. A few phone calls later my assumption was right. There was no person named MA, inspite of Lyd being very fluent in giving me what she thought was MA's address and her university room number.
I was scared for Lyd. I talked her into going to see a Psychologist. She hesitated, said no one could help her but for MA. After days of constant pestering, she gave in. She had already started to look bad; swollen eyes from all the crying, unkempt hair which once was silky and straight and perfect. Miss Morgan was very nice to us. She spoke kindly, offered us cookies. We met her thrice every week and at the end of the 5th week, she told us its schizophrenia. That I am schizophrenic.

Photographs

A lot of people I know always complain about the number of pictures i take. I cant help it, i love pictures! They help me keep my memory intact. A picture speaks a thousand words and I dont know how anyone can not take pictures, let alone complain about it. Someday, they will know what i mean.  ( Feels good to say it!)

Pictures need not always have people in it, not always. It can be something as random as maybe rain, or food, anything around you. A picture is something that you look at, years down the line and feel it talking to you, telling you a story. (Though the story might differ depending on the person's point of view). They help us recollect the moment that has passed, if it weren't for this little invention of photographs, we probably would not have appreciated the elegant peacock and the beautiful colors those feathers carry, neither would we have known how beautiful the color green actually is. Everything looks oh-so-pleasant in a photo than it does to the naked eye, makes everything and everyone look flawless. And they say there is no such thing called magic? :)

Walking Away

You think you can just walk into my life and walk out as you please? Things do not happen that way. You say you are busy, but you have all the time in the world to talk to all your friends and cousins: everyone except me. I wonder if you will ever tire of giving me these lame reasons, which probably do not convince you either. Making my life a mess, that is something you are not entitled to. I do not belong to you, I dont have to reply to your texts or talk to you when YOU have the time. There is no point in talking to a heartless person, who cares for no one but the people in her own Fairytale Land that does not exist. I am sick of you, sick of everything that you do. And it is my time to walk out now. I hope you feel the same that i did, girl.

Re-living Goa

It's been almost three months and i still cannot get over it, especially with the weather in the city getting this humid, it is easy to wish to go to a beach. How i miss Goa and the flea markets that this city lacks.

*sigh*

The one thing that i miss the most (and believe me,it is such a difficult choice to decide what i miss the most), is the French Toast that we had for breakfast almost every morning. If I could eat those French Toasts for breakfast for the rest of my life, I most certainly would. With no second thoughts! Who but a Goan chef in a small restaurant would know the recipe for the most deliciously perfect set of French Toast which people like us would gobble every single day.

Oh and of course, the strange sugar that dint dissolve in cornflakes, will never be forgotten. Anjuna beach by night, sitting in silence (ok, not really "silence" but yeah, there were a few minutes when everyone went silent) and watching the moon. The moon has never looked so poetic ever since that night at Anjuna. Anyone would trade being in this city and studying for the exams to getting toasted in the sun and flaunting the "I just got dipped in molten copper" look in the Wednesday Night Market and getting bright-coloured streaks in their hair.

One Year Down

It has been a long academic year and now i can say that i too have been a victim of studying Psychology like there is no tomorrow. Well, atleast when Dexter is not on TV.  J. Crew and Target are still playing hard to get in the city and I haven't given up. Plus, there is so much of work left to be done before this semester comes to an end, and got to intern as well. The stress, I tell you. Not to mention, the role of a "big sister" that i have to play. Such be the current scene. Not for long, I hope.