Anywhere and everywhere.

I don't care about good looking people.
I care about good people.

Law: Megan, why are you so...
Meg: Busted?

Category: Megan
Age: 5

Once you rule out the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.
-Sherlock
:)

Where am I?


Category: Maslov's Hierachy

He is attached to me, the way I am to him.
I understand completely.

Question 1: Who is he?
Question 2: Who is him?

Fragile

The television on in a semi dark room, bereft of people, at five in the morning can seem pretty surreal. But that was the situation Friday morning as I left the house and as I stepped out of the house, the man on the TV said, don't carry your issues or problems with you beyond the end of the day.
So, based on absolutely nothing, I decided he was right.

About: My mom's yoga teacher

My own bathroom.
My own hot shower.


Category: <3

There's beauty in the breakdown.

How to kill a tree

The very first thing you do, is bring religion into it.
That's right.
A few years ago, maybe 3, my friend Gareth noticed a picture of a Hindu god at the base of the tree. He immediately took it and threw it aside, explaining the intention behind it. That is, a future area of worship. He said it could turn out to be a nuisance.
The next day, the picture was back there. Remembering what Gareth had said, I took it to throw it aside. When I did, this is what I saw, a certain kind of ant/termite, presumably meat eating because they were placed behind the picture at the base of the tree along with some chicken bones and sticky mud. (Yuck). Ready made start up tools for an ant hill/ future shrine to the Gods. The things people get suckered into praying to.
So the picture of God eventually disappeared but as it turns out, the termites stayed. And one day about four years later, someone discovered that the inside of the tree was rotting. So the forest department turned up, and cut it down. This tree that's been around all our lives. Just like that.
Just. Like. That.

I have a theory, that the state of your room reflects the state of your life.
Mine's a disaster area and I just don't feel like cleaning up. But I am.

What does your room look like?

Not enough hours in the day

-Should I sleep less?
-Plan my day better?
-Not meet anyone?

Category: Argh

Because it is

It's all for the best.

Loving my new love handles.

Category: About me
How to get them: Eat ghee EVERYDAY for ten days
Mood: Pretty darn good :)

My older Mallu born again believer roommate Sneha
trying to explain the meaning of 'hump'
from the Black eyed peas, 'My Humps'
to my Iranian roommate Saba.

She kept singing it the WHOLE time.

Category 1: My Humps
Category 2: Funny

I want out.
Of
here.

I have to get my mind together
and try.

Nothing matters today.
I don't know if this means
a)That I'm free
b)That my carefully built up world is crumbling OR
c)I'm pining for a holiday

Sometimes, now and again
When I remember who you were
And how we used to be
I miss you.


Category: Bison

Don't give me choice.

The truth is, I like children the same way I like people.
Discriminately.

Unakkum Enakkum

We, Arshad and I,were doing some work in the Beach Area and when we were done, he asked me if it was my first time in Chennai and I said, yes. He asked me if I'd been to the beach and when I said no, he asked me if I wanted to go and I said yes.

So, we got onto his yellow sports bike and went.

We sat on the shore and as invariably as always, a vendor came up to us. An old man. Only when he started to say things like, we'd have two babies, did I realize what we looked like, and worse, it was Valentine's Day. We didn't buy anything from him and so he went off cursing us, saying that evil wouldn't leave us.

The next person to come along was a lady selling peanuts, she dumped a cone of peanuts into the crook of Arshad's arm blessed us with a baby boy.

The lady after that, came and pinned/sold jasmine flowers into my hair without so much as an, If you please.

The last was a little boy. He tried and tried to sell something to Arshad who refused. While Arshad is refusing, the boy suddenly changes his voice and says in Tamil, Hello... I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to the 'pati'.

Pati can either mean a) Grandmother b)Item

Arshad suggested we leave, before his family and stock of junk food expanded to disproportionate proportions, so we did. Me, thinking about life and people and Arshad the ships on the ocean.

Location: Marina Beach

Is the bottom line that I'll be bored if I'm not being paid attention to?

Category: Bottom lines

"I'm going to retreat into this place inside my head," she said. "If y'all don't mind."
And they didn't.

I'm sitting on the beach,  talking to this boy about something quite possibly related to girls when he says, "Look." And I do and he points to a couple of ships on the horizon,  quite unrelated to anything I'm saying and I look at them and he says, "They're nice aren't they? "
Perfectly, innocently.

Category 1: Boys
Category 2: Yes, of course they are x)

I feel like my life could only have two possible outcomes relationship wise.
Claustrophobic or Heartbroken.

Category: Anything in between

Too wired to be tired.

I feel... I don't know if touched is the right word.
But I feel something close to that.

Category: This city, its people

Saar=Sir

Category: Madras

She could be wearing a bikini and she'd still look like a nun to me.

Category: Quotable quotes
:)

vapid

The woman, the woman.

-Sherlock Holmes, A Scandal in Belgravia

I put on a fake local accent because I can.

About me: Such a loser

She talks about soul mates.
I think about soul searches.

Some beautiful things from today

A train sunrise, an old colonial building a new whitewashed store.

Uncouth everywhere.

The water smells like sewage
And I smell like Chandrika


Yuck

Yank.

It's not the work that's tiring. No.
It's the people.

I'd like to say that fat people can't help being that way.
But the truth is, they can.

About: The fat person overflowing into my seat from his own

It feels strange and a little disconcerting not be wired.

Category: Bad, very bad

Let's get a little disconnected.

You don't always have to be beautiful.
Sometimes, you can make beautiful.

Just because someone says something about you unflattering or flattering, it doesn't make it true. Either way.

Category: Instructions to the children and the grownups too, I guess

The weaker strain of the species.


Category: Alcoholics

Actions speak louder than thoughts and intentions.


Category: The road to hell

How Beautiful

http://bonifisheii.blogspot.in/

Mediocrity or madness?

I'm tired of eating out.
I'm tired of eating.
I'm tired.
I.

Don't make sense anymore.

I've been finding it hard to hold
My train of thought
My temper

Bed=<3

Searching for the sun.

Some people are
Unlucky
In love

Most boring 45 mins of my life.
On the plus side, I am now white something or the other and glowing.
Just what everybody wants to be.

Category: Getting a clean up at Bodycraft

A man washes a dish and no one sees it,
it didn't happen.

- from Kate and Leopold

Category: :)

The butter in the house has been replaced with some Naturalite shit!


Category: Sacrilegious

I'd like to categorically blast all those burning bridges to hell.

I've always thought that when you're a loser, you lose.
So, why am I the one who feels at a loss?

Category: Loss

Stalk.

We cannot do without our boys.

Category 1: Truth
Category 2: <3

Imagine being married to a whiny woman.
I'd kill myself.

Category: Lucky for me, that isn't an option

There's no 'I' in TEAM
But there is a 'U' in STFU.
(Nitin)

Category: :)

-I don't want to sneak in.
=We won't sneak in. We'll walk in.



=Quietly.





Category: :)

Anomaly

I have more books than I could possibly read in a year and yet
here I am, as I type, buying more.

Kammi Illa Pa?

I don't understand people who insist on bargaining at a place where things are Rs 5, Re 10 and Rs 25 per kilo.





Category: Sunday Bazaar

I refuse to see what's right in front of me.

Mood: Shitty

You're very close to killing your cool factor.

Note to you: Be cool

Sometimes I wish I had a brother, or a husband. Someone taller. Stronger. To do the things I can't.

Category: Get strong

The straw that broke the camel's back.

The shiny new people that I've come to know are all starting to come off as juvenile.
The sad part is, they're all on the other side of twenty five. Some thirty.

It goes on and on and on

It begins.

(Toit)

(Toit)

And goes on.

(Picture missing)

(Chocolate mousse cake)

(Home)

And on

(City Bar)

And on!

(UB City)

(Breakfast at Cafe Noir)

Tag: 30

Grateful.Ungrateful

The best people

The only kind I know.

Time makes all men equals, doesn't it?
:)

Never, never, never quit.
-Chiron to Hercules, Young Hercules

Self

Category 1: Aware
Category 2: Absorbed

Goodbye

It was a good one.

"The one thing that doesn’t abide by majority rule is a person’s conscience.”
-Atticus Finch, To Kill a Mockingbird

I wanted to talk to you but I didn't have anything to say.
So, I talked about how fat I'm getting. The truth is, I don't really care.
And I talked about clothes. I don't care about that either.
And I talked about what I plan on doing on my birthday. Don't care. I only pretend that I do.
I guess there's only one thing I've ever cared about.

I saw some beautiful things I'd have liked to buy today but didn't.
-a thin marcazite bracelet
-2 pair of earings
-a pair of toerings

Now I know how I never had money even when I did.

Category 1: Amrapali
Category 2: If it's shiny, it's sellable
Category 3: Nirabhara Sundari

Sweet

I'm coming off as sweet.
I guess there are worse things to come off as.

My How Well Do You Know Me Quiz

Who's my current celebrity crush?
Gerard Butler
Tony Hawk
Robert Downey Jr.
Salman Khan


Which is my favourite book?
Twilight 1
Twilight 2
Twilight 3
To Kill a Mockingbird


What's my favourite form of exercise?
Gym
Rock climbing
Running
Yoga


Who's my favourite author?
Stephanie Myers
Gorgette Heyer
Terry Prachett
Isaac Asimov


How tall am I?
5'1
5'2
5'3
5'4


What do my girlfriends and I talk about the most?
Getting fat
Men
Getting fat and men
Clothes


What's my newest nickname?
Kan
Princess Anastasia
K-bomb
Pedophile


Which is my favourite band?
Metallica
Dashboard Confessional
Hootie and the Blowfish
Lounge Piranha


Who do I expect to pass this quiz but I actually think is going to fail?!
Marlene
Nolita
Laura
Joanne


What kind of music do I like?
Trance
Commercial House
Dance
Alternative Rock


What's my least favourite form of exercise?
Gym
Rock Climbing
Running
Yoga


What's my favourite song?
I'm sexy and I know it
Choli ke peeche kya hai
Crash into me
Una Paloma Blanca


Which place in the world would I choose to live in?
Toulon
Cinque Terre
Adelaide
Bangalore


Who is my superhero crush?
The Hulk (size matters)
Spiderman
Green Goblin
Wolverine


What religious roots do I claim?
Syrian Christian
Hindu
Roman Catholic
Muslim

My Mother

She wants to go out and buy some nice candles.
Guess why?
In case she dies, she'd like equal candles for her funeral and we might not have the time to go out and buy some once she's dead.
You need to have the funeral immediately, she informs me.
"Aren't you being a little premature?" I want to know.
"Oh!I'm not going to die." she exclaims.
Turns out she's taken out a whole life policy and is planning on waiting for it to mature before she knocks off. However, you never know what God's plans are and hence, the candles.
Also, a note to my sister Jo who is the beneficiary of the above mentioned policy.
That money is for funeral expenses. That's right. The remaining, after that, is for you.
My Father's got one too.
:)

Category 1: My mother.
Category 2: Planning ahead?

The are three places that I fell in love with.
The first was Gokarna. For the place.
The second was Nainital. For a person.
The third was Pondicherry. For the food.

I find myself being kind now and again. Reluctantly so.

Touchmenots.

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream and not make dreams your master,
If you can think and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them, "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And which is more you'll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)

Category: An exception, a rule

She wouldn't let me hand over a glass of water to a poor, drunk man.
She insisted I give it to one of the boys who then gave it to him.
What could he have possibly done to me?
What could I have possibly done for him?

Globule

Category: Ex-friends

A man runs around the street shouting emergency, emergency at the cops. A woman riding a tvs pushes her over large helmet back from her face as she rides. A boy touches my hand, subtly.

"Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I'll meet you there."
- Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi

The cuts are never clean.
Always jagged, open.

Nothing like a spoonful of 'Aunty Susan'* to help the medicine go down.

Category 1: Maya/Medicine
Category 2: Humour

*Aunty Susan- Maya's nursery principal

Goa ready

Category 1: Guess what about me is?
Category 2: :)

Recur

It's almost as if I get one more clue as to what it's about every time I have one of them.
Normally I wake up with only a sense of what's happening. I never remember. I watch the blinking blue light of the wireless reflecting off the woodwork for a bit before I go back to sleep.
Last night was different. I didn't wake up. I only dreamed.
So far all I know is that I've done something terribly wrong. Making amends means I could die.
In the dream last night, I was making amends.


Category: Wake up, it'll be ok

Maids: An update

It was time for Megan to get ready for school. My mom was trying to get her to put her socks on but every time she tried, Megan would cry that it was hurting her. Turns out there was sand in her socks.

So.

When Selvy(you all know Selvy. The thief.) came to work, she got a talking to and instructions that when socks are washed, they need to end up sandless. Capish?

Later in the day, my mom knocks on my door asking if I've seen Selvy.

No, I haven't. Maybe she's in the toilet upstairs.

An hour later, she still hasn't come back.

Later in the evening when she returned to possibly explain why she had walked off in a huff, she was politely told to bugger off.

The good news? Shalu's back.

Yay.

Shalu-The best maid with the worst attendance.

I always thought that I was like rock. And everybody else, like water.

But I think it may be the other way around.

So unrequired.