A Ridiculously long Time...

Good grief. Last post: 15th August, 2012.
That's rather a long while.

It isn't as if nothing blog-worthy has happened since then. Concerts, Sports Days, exams, CHRISTMAS for crying out loud. In a nutshell, everything that has ever been fully blog-worthy in my life has finally passed, and I haven't written a single thing since August. And that isn't even a proper post.

Just to keep up to date, I finally watched 'The Hobbit' on Christmas Eve. Nine years, I have waited. No kidding. And I wan't disappointed. Critics may be hammering the daylights out of Jackson's latest franchise, but, to be very blunt, who cares? I don't. For one, just returning to Middle-Earth on the big screen is something I've been waiting for for half my life. Sure, as far as CGI and the action sequences went, it was a tad over-the-top, but that too for a LOTR prequel. Compared to all the horrors that have come out since 'Fellowship' in the name of a renewed fantasy film market, 'The Hobbit' hardly counts as over-the-top. I would have preferred it if the dwarves didn't just fall into crevices in caves and miraculously recover unharmed a la 'Pirates of the Caribbean', but it did nothing to damage the sheer elation that was the rest of the film. And the 48 fps? well, excuse me, but I liked it.

On another note, it turns out that my blog has had more page-views from Australia than India. Thanks, Spandu, for helping me go international.

Behold...

Words don't do justice to this. I always thought so, and I was right...

Actually, Asa looks more like Sherlock here than Benedict.

Biological Reflection

A girl whose cheeks are covered with paint
Has an advantage with me over one whose ain't.

-Ogden Nash

This fellow's a genius, I tell you.
Take this, for example:

A Caution To Everybody

Consider the auk;
Becoming extinct because he forgot how to fly, and could only walk.
Consider man, who may well become extinct
Because he forgot how to walk and learned how to fly before he thinked.

 

Or this:

 

Bankers Are Just Like Anybody Else, Except Richer

This is a song to celebrate banks,
Because they are full of money and you go into them and all
you hear is clinks and clanks,
Or maybe a sound like the wind in the trees on the hills,
Which is the rustling of the thousand dollar bills.
Most bankers dwell in marble halls,
Which they get to dwell in because they encourage deposits
and discourage withdrawals,
And particularly because they all observe one rule which woe
betides the banker who fails to heed it,
Which is you must never lend any money to anybody unless
they don't need it.
I know you, you cautious conservative banks!
If people are worried about their rent it is your duty to deny
them the loan of one nickel, yes, even one copper engraving
of the martyred son of the late Nancy Hanks;
Yes, if they request fifty dollars to pay for a baby you must
look at them like Tarzan looking at an uppity ape in the
jungle,
And tell them what do they think a bank is, anyhow, they had
better go get the money from their wife's aunt or ungle.
But suppose people come in and they have a million and they
want another million to pile on top of it,
Why, you brim with the milk of human kindness and you
urge them to accept every drop of it,
And you lend them the million so then they have two million
and this gives them the idea that they would be better off
with four,
So they already have two million as security so you have no
hesitation in lending them two more,
And all the vice-presidents nod their heads in rhythm,
And the only question asked is do the borrowers want the
money sent or do they want to take it withm.
Because I think they deserve our appreciation and thanks,
the jackasses who go around saying that health and happi-
ness are everything and money isn't essential,
Because as soon as they have to borrow some unimportant
money to maintain their health and happiness they starve
to death so they can't go around any more sneering at good
old money, which is nothing short of providential.

 

In one of those moods again...

I follow the Moskva

Down to Gorky Park

Listening to the wind of change.

No matter how many times I listen to the song- even if I listen to it over and over- I still feel the same feelings. The sadness and the desperation of a world torn apart. The dreams and beliefs of a section of humanity that simply doesn't want to fight any more. The vigourous dream that maybe, just maybe, things will change- that, one day, we will all stand together, dump all our money on Wall Street, and usher in a new age of peace and freedom.

That dream seems unlikely, but maybe, just maybe...

Hello there. It's been a shamefully long time since I've blogged, so, keeping with tradition of slacking off when I'm supposed to be studying, I've decided to finally sit down and write something. Not that anything noteworthy hasn't happened. I mean, there were debates (in various languages), arguments, football matches, investiture(s), band practices... in short, more than I ever thought I was capable of pulling off in a month's time. It's not like there wasn't time either, in between the long hours of slacking off in front of my books. There just never was the inclination. (Lord help me, the grammar in that last one was atrocious).

Anyway, we had a band get-together this Sunday, and I can honestly say that I have never, ever run around that much in my life before, even when I was a kid. First we had to set up the Treasure Hunt, then we had to guide the search parties, then we had to clean up the remains of the Treasure Hunt. Noon to ten-thirty. Ten-and-a-half hours. I swear, it was almost as bad as Expressions. Actually, no. Nothing could ever be as bad as Expressions. That was at least a hundred-and-twenty hours, non-stop.
There was a lot more besides the Treasure Hunt, of course, and, all in all, it was rather amazing.
I'm already preparing for my farewell speech for next year, lest I break down like my seniors.

As usual, the dream was shattered the next afternoon, when the grim reality of the world outside the band hit. I did, however, learn a valuable lesson, and that is that taking the blame and feeling guilty is far easier than voicing your convictions. Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way, and, also, according to research, apparently the best way. I finally understand what PK was talking about. Damn.

So there you have it, a resurrection, if you will, of the blog, and a precursor to what will hopefully be a long list of future blog-posts.

Pagan sympathies...

It's been so long, for a minute, I even forgot what my blog was called.

I find it unusual that, nowadays, I only seem to find inspiration when the weather is so perfectly... British.

So here I am, listening to The Wicker Man soundtrack again, and envisioning a new pagan society, again.

Goddamn Christianity ruined everything. Before everyone started believing that sexual intercourse was a mortal sin, it was something beautiful. The surrealism and sheer passion and the act was worshiped so fervently. The union of two beings in bliss is something to revel in, not be ashamed of. Nowadays, all that's left is dirty, perverted, disgusting pornography. It's hard, even, to imagine a society in which there exists such openness, where you could learn about the reproductive system without the girls blushing, and the boys sniggering and cracking jokes about orgasms. A society in which you didn't need to delete browser history, simply because you wouldn't have anything there that you needed to delete.

Rain makes everything better...

Life can't get much better than listening to Celtic music on a rainy night. These are the times when I know that I was a Celt in a previous birth. I mean, I can feel it. The magic, and pure mental and spiritual harmony.

Riding in the poring rain over the green Scottish hills for hours. The purity and timelessness of the magical Scottish highlands. The sound of distant bagpipes echoing through the glens. I won't say much more- it'll ruin the magic.

Collapse the Light into Earth...

I won't shiver in the cold
I won't let the shadows take their toll
I won't cover my head in the dark
And I won't forget you when we part

Collapse the light into earth

I won't heal given time
I won't try to change your mind
I won't feel better in the cold light of day
But I wouldn't stop you if you wanted to stay

Collapse the light into earth

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I dunno, maybe I'm crazy, but this is, to me, the most romantic song ever written.

Ever since I began to grow up...

"I still act sometimes like I was only about twelve. Everybody says that, especially my father. It's partly true, too, but it isn't all true. People always think something's all true. I don't give a damn, except that I get bored sometimes when people tell me to act my age. Sometimes I act a lot older than I am – I really do – but people never notice it. People never notice anything."

To be frank, sometimes, I still feel like I'm 12. I mean, nobody expects 17-going-on-18-year-old to spend half his life up in a tree. Or playing in the mud, catching frogs all evening, rolling in the grass, getting soaked when the building floods in monsoon, and so on.

To be fair, I don't always wanted to be treated that way. I, quite honestly, don't mind one bit about being independent enough to stay up all night, traverse the entire breadth of the city all alone, or getting a paycheck for my internship. I can give you more psychoanalysis before 9 am. than most people can give you in a year. I am currently formulating my own life-philosophy. I am stuck in the 3rd movement of a symphony that I'm writing.

What bothers me is why you can't do all that and play in the mud. Why is everything so stereotyped? (Ironically, that statement itself is stereotyped) 

With reference to Snickerdoodle's (what happened to "Orange Tic-Tac Kid"??) recent post, I take this opportunity to express my discontent with gender stereotypes as well. Why, oh why, can't a boy still be a boy if he want's to read a book instead of playing football?

I have often been a bit jittery about the apparent fact that I spend more time in my life with girls than boys. Females, I congratulate (some of) you for being easier to strike up conversation with. Am I the only boy in class who can cry on a relatively regular basis at movies or anything, in general?

Even as a kid, I never had it easy. I was often teased for preferring to play "Imaginary games', as I called them, with swords and stuff, rather than organised sport.

Speaking of being 'jittery', I have decided to give all that a big FU. From now on, I'm going to be ME, and only ME. I don't care anymore if people call me a kid, a girl, or any other cliche that they think is offensive.

"And my ashes drift beneath the silver sky Where a boy rides on a bike and never smile...

And my ashes find a way beyond the fog And return to save the child that I forgot..." 

- Porcupine Tree

"You can't totally rebel, otherwise you have to go live on your own, on a desert island. It's as simple as that..."

Challenge...

1. Live without music or live without T.V.?  Oh, that's easy, TV for sure  
2. Eat a bar of soap or drink a bottle of dish washing liquid?  Eat a bar of soap. I've actually tasted it many times before, so I'm a bit familiar with it.
3. Hold your pee forever or have an uncontrollable bladder?
   Eesh... uncontrollable bladder. At least diapers can help that. Holding your pee forever would be painful as crap. And kidney-stones.
4. Be called a racist or a traitor to your country?
   I'm often called a traitor to my country, and I went through a somewhat racist phase a few years ago, so yeah.
5. Be trapped in an elevator with wet dogs or with three fat men with bad breath?
   Wet dogs hands down.
6. Lose your legs or lose your arms?
   Lose my legs.
7. Have a beautiful house and an ugly car or an ugly house and a beautiful car? Beautiful house, ugly car.
8. Be blind or deaf? I'd have to go with blind. I may not have music (;_;), but I'll still be able to write.
9. Live in Antarctica or Death Valley? Antarctica, because no matter how cold it is, there are always ways to get warmer, but no matter how many clothes you take off in the heat, it doesn't get cooler.
10. Find true love or 10 million dollars?
    My head tells me to take the 10 million dollars and take love, forget true love. My heart begs to differ. I listen to my heart more often. Hopelessly romantic. 
11. Always say what’s on your mind or never speak again?
    Always say what's on my mind. I couldn't live without talking.
12. Have pom-poms for hands or glow sticks for fingers?
    Glow stick fingers. That would be cool.
13. Be able to hear any conversation or take back what you said?
    Take back what I said!!! That would be unmatchable.
14. End hunger or hatred?
    Ending hatred would be a tad bit more selfish than ending hunger in my mind, for some reason. So, I suppose I'd end hunger.
15. Always lose or never play?
    Never play. Sit in the sun by a brook in the woods and do nothing.
16. Fly when you fart or pee when you laugh?
    Fly when you far. At least you get something beneficial from that. 
17. Know it all or have it all?
    Know it all.
18. Give bad advice or take bad advice?
    Take bad advice. I'd feel suicidally guilty otherwise.
19. Have a mansion in the middle of nowhere or an apartment with 10 friends?
    Apartment with 10 friends.
20. Be forgotten or hatefully remembered?
    Be forgotten. That's what's going to happen anyway, unless I pull off something incredible.
21. Not be able to use your phone or your email?
    Not be able to use E-mail.
22. Be rich with an unhappy job or make less money with a job you like? Why bother asking.
23. Be able to read everyone’s mind all the time or always know their future? Neither. I've read too much fantasy about the horrors of both.
24. Eat a handful of hair or lick three public telephones? 
    Easy. Lick three public telephones. i probably lick the equivalent of that in one meal in school using my hands.
25. Be schizophrenic or have amnesia?
    Be schizophrenic. I already am.
26. Talk like Yoda or breathe like Darth Vader?
    Like Yoda would I talk. More fun it is, than like Vader breathing.
27. Marry a vain person or a person with poor image?
    Person with a poor image.
28. Eat 30 pounds of cheese in one sitting or a bucket of peanut butter without water?   Peanut Butter!

Never smile at a crocodile...

It started out as an ordinary mid-exam day. The only thing that betrayed a glimpse of anything out of the ordinary was the black pigeon. They may be common, but I had never seen one, s naturally, I was intrigued. It also didn't 'coo' like the other pigeons. Naturally, I cracked a joke about omens of death and the macabre and got an earful from mum. It was all very amusing. 

Later that day, an innocent game of cricket eerily began to resemble an episode of Happy Tree Friends, as a simple misfield turned into a bloodbath. I followed an age-old Gidney House tradition rather too intensely as I ran straight into a concrete pillar. "It hurt, but it scared the shit out of the dog." Of course, there was no dog, so the entire incident was beneficial to no one. There weren't even any observers, to whom the entire event would have looked terribly amusing. 

Some hours later, after the throbbing had subsided and all was well besides the gash on my head (and my knee and shoulder), I was sitting and happily mugging up the procedures for my ill-timed Chemistry Practical exam. Then there was the phone call. It turned out there was an apparently major fire in a first-floor flat, judging by the billowing smoke. Calm. I've read through fire safety instructions dozens of times. I also have a seafaring dad, who has been through fire-fighting training on the cadet ship. He also wasn't home. Of course not. He's never home when stuff like this happens. 

It was all very exciting when the fire-brigade arrived. Big, red fire engine and all. No dalmatian. 

Eventually, we found out that it wasn't a major fire- just a lot of carcinogenic soot because his inflammable false-ceiling. 

The fire engine looked pretty much like the ones you see on the telly:

 

 Lesson learned- never make fun of evil pigeons. 

In the aftermath of the disaster(s), we just saw a car being towed out of our building this morning. I hope the poor bloke knows his car isn't in his garage.

Now, THAT, would be freaky...

Exam-time shenanigans, Part 1...

This must be the fifth time I've turned on some form of radio and the exact song that I have been wanting to listen to for hours just comes on. I must have some serious telepathy with RJ's half the world away, and, even scarier, computers all over the world.

Serious shit for all those people who believe in coincidence. Explain this!

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I wonder if it's because of the imminent exams that I've had a sudden extreme revival of desire to watch experience and fall in love with the Star Wars original trilogy for the 9,739,703,695th time. I want to watch Luke and Leia swing across the shaft in the Death Star! I want to listen to Leia abuse Han and Chewie (Scruffy looking nerve-hurter, and walking carpet, respectively)! I want to freeze my bum off watching the Hoth scene! I want to cry at the end!there are waaaaay too many moments for me to sit and write down...

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The just chopped (chainsawed, rather) three more massive, ancient, historic Ranka Corner trees. Two of them were breaking the underground pipeline. Mildly justified. One of them, an entire ecosystem, was mercilessly massacred. And why? Because it causes allergies, apparently, Allergies. Allergies. For #@$&'s sake, is that any reason to chop down an entire tree??!! Well established fact: Springtime is a season of allergies because of all the pollen in the air. That's like murdering, say, a classmate for giving you the flu. Or something even less serious. Maybe for getting sand in your schoolbag.

I can't even begin to describe the anger. I WILL KILL EVERY ONE OF THEM.

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I don't think anybody, and I mean anybody, could ever write a song from the point of view of a rapist/serial killer/child molester, and make it sound absolutely gorgeous and upbeat, as our very own Porcupine Tree. 

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I have a new love: Wouter De Backer, a.k.a Gotye. There's so much good, beautiful music out there today, and people still rave about people like Guetta and Akon. T-T

Something about Australian music. The mysticism of the Aboriginal culture seeps through it. The stark, majestic landscape. Something just feels different inside me when I look at their art, or listen to their music. 

Although, Gotye has a lot of non-aboriginal influenced music, as well. He's just amazing.

Plus, his music videos are brilliant.

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#10: British Music...

I am falling increasingly in love with Porcupine Tree each time I listen to them. Small wonder they're British. My top bands are all British, I discovered: Iron Maiden, Pink Floyd, The Beatles, Porcupine Tree, etc. It isn't, as you would suspect, the patriotism. There's something inescapably attractive about their music. Maybe it's the accent. Maybe it's something more. The anguish of a culture suppressed by it's own nature. Maybe hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way. I am still English (or British at any rate) at heart.

I also feel a little stoned right now. Too much Porcupine Tree...

(God, this post is so weird)

#9: I hath been iambic on that arse, ye bastard...

It's been a while, eh?

Today's my second unofficial holiday of the year. Frankly, I'm rather disgusted with myself. There would have been football, basketball, volleyball, minding obnoxious little brats and imposing prefect power on them, cutting spinach for Bio practicals, et al, but, if I am to retain the hope of passing this year, I may need a few more of these holidays.
After creating, editing, and finally deleting a Google+ profile, here I sit, in lack of want for social media.

Anyway, what I found to be unusually inspiring is nicepeter's youtube phenomenon- Epic Rap Battles of History. No doubt, you've seen a few, and yes, I did watch Darth vs. Hitler and a few others a long, long time ago, but, for me, nothing can beat Dr. Seuss vs. Shakespeare. I dunno, maybe it's the bard's obnoxious grandiose and his insanely impressive verbosity, or maybe it's because he's so much a part of our school lives that we would back him under any fire from CBSE or PUC blockheads who have the linguistic capability of a small rock... Anyway, I would like to share some of his rapping prowess here. Please note, the lines below become far more impressive when read in a badass, prissy Brit. accent at three words a second:

"Come bite my thumb!
I hope you know the stakes
I’ll put a slug between your shoulder blades
Then ask what light through yonder poser breaks?
I hath been iambic on that arse, ye bastard
My rhymes are classic
Your crap is drafted by a kindergartner high on acid.

Ye hoebag
You’re an old white Soulja Boy who has no swag and no gonads
Egads it’s so sad
And to top it off
You’re not a doctor
I’ve never seen a softer author
You crook, you
I bet you wrote The Twilight books too

I’m switching up my style like the Beatles with my pieces, each is such a wonder with a plethora of features you’re pathetically predictable, you think your new book might include a trisyllabic meter and some ghetto Muppet creatures the Bard is in the building, it’s a castle, I’m a boss. I bet I’m Parliament. I’m positive, I’m killing it, I’m iller than the plague, I never caught or cholera a baller baller on some cricket bowler business while you’re sitting in the bleachers."

I also found out the story behind Halloween, but I'll save that for another time.

 

#8: The Rugby of the East...

I was just thinking: it would be great to start some awesome school traditions! With our 45th year of operation, it's about time that we establish ourselves as a Rugby-esque institution. Minus, of course, exactly four centuries. Here's a list to begin with:

• Introduce 6th stds. to senior school by telling them the story of the two head-boys sometime in the 70's. One blew up a toilet, and was removed from his post.
• Make all Class 7 boys get crew cuts in November to pay homage to the class Sandeep Unnikrishnan was reprimanded by NS for sword(ruler)-play upon the desks.
• Form several secret societies.
• Introduce 11th vs. 12th sports tourneys.
• Make the band play the Game of Thrones theme on some auspicious date.
• Form a dialect of school-slang. Have badass student names for things like the basketball court, the physics lab, etc.

That's enough for a start, methinks!

#7: Da wollte ich im deutschen erite...

Gestern wurde ich beobachten dieses deutschen Film namens "Alice in den Städten". Es war wirklich eine alte Schwarz-Weiß ein, und es brachte mich zum Lachen zu denken, dass vor einiger Zeit, die Menschen dachten eigentlich, dass diese Art von Film, mit seiner schrecklichen Schauspiel, das Wiederholen des gleichen musikalischen Sequenz durch den ganzen Film gehalten, das war Inbegriff der Technik.

Dann ist es ein bisschen beängstigend bekam, weil ich darüber nachdenken, wie denken begann, in ein paar Jahrzehnten (oder Jahren, zu dem Satz werden wir), würden alle die besten Filme der letzten Jahre sein lächerlich veraltet! Stellen Sie sich vor! Alle Kinder der Zukunft mit ihren Kunststoff-Kabelbinder, Inside-Out-Jeans, und Rückspiegel Sonnenbrille, würde zu sitzen und Spott an der altmodischen Film, 'Avatar' ist!

Dann, natürlich, kann die Erde haben sich selbst zerstört, indem dann, so können wir tatsächlich erleben werden, den höchsten Gipfel der Technologie, dass wir jemals in der menschlichen Geschichte zu sehen.

Also, ich denke, wir sollten schätzen was wir haben. Und Gottesdienstes am Altar, der ist 'The Room' forver mehr ...

Wenn Sie zu faul zu "Google Translator" zu verwenden sind, vergeuden Sie nicht Ihre Zeit zu diesem Beitrag.

#6 Tirra Lirra...

Thanks to a certain HBO show, I ended up spelling the legendary knight's title as Ser Lancelot. Anyway, what is really important is the fact that his description in Tennyson's 'The Lady of Shalott' is so undeniably homosexual that it has become nothing less than an class eleven legend, many generations in the making.

This is a drawing of what medieval artists pictured Lancelot like:

Tennyson's description:

"The gemmy bridle glitter'd free,
Like to some branch of stars we see
Hung in the golden Galaxy.
The bridle bells rang merrily
As he rode down to Camelot:
And from his blazon'd baldric slung
A mighty silver bugle hung,
And as he rode his armor rung
Beside remote Shalott.

All in the blue unclouded weather
Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather,
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burn'd like one burning flame together,
As he rode down to Camelot.
As often thro' the purple night,
Below the starry clusters bright,
Some bearded meteor, burning bright,
Moves over still Shalott.

His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;
On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow'd
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode down to Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
He flashed into the crystal mirror,
"Tirra lirra," by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot."

... which makes him look more like this:

No, seriously, "Tirra Lirra"? "Tirra Lirra"?? Which self-respecting straight male says that?!

Nothing else of importance to state, at this moment.

#5: Nigel's 50th...

So today, I found this old, tattered copy of The Last of the Mohicans in the school library. Which is a cool find anyway, since I practically know the first few lines of it by heart. But what made it really cool was the little message on the title page: "To my darling Nigel, on his 8th birthday, from Mummy, Daddy..." and some other names I couldn't read. Sweet message... dated 1970. So now, Nigel's like what? 49? 50?

But what made it really, really cool was :badumtish: it was dated 1st February, 1970! So, the day we discover Nigel's old birthday present is the date of his 50th birthday! 

I don't really even believe in coincidences, but this was far too uncanny! There had to be some divine overtone to the whole thing! 

Many hours later, though, here I sit, unsuccessful in finding anybody named Nigel (preferably Anglo-Indian, Fapsian) who was born on 1st February, 1962... So I guess I just have to give up on the idea of the anonymous phonecall, and wish him in spirit instead...

So, if you happen to read this, HAPPY 50th BIRTHDAY, NIGEL!!!

#4: Peaches and Diesel...

I just hated 'Peaches & Diesel' by Eric Clapton yesterday. I don't really know why. I just had this loathing for it.

Is it the repetitive sequence that drove me near insane? Is it those damn breaks in melody? Just when you sit back and come to terms with the song finishing, the drummer picks up the rhythm again... and again... and again...

Listening to it now, though, I doesn't seem half-bad. Yeah, the accompanying melody still makes me a bit edgy, but it stands nullified by Clapton's intoxicating lead. Oh, and apparently the song was inspired by some terrible highway accident/massacre. So, I'd best give it another shot.

Apparently, you can find some brilliant allegory in the above tale. I, as Calvin would say, chose to ignore it.

Goodnight!

What the hell is wrong with the previous post???!

#3: Slam-book obsessions...

I must confess. I love to fill out forms, take personality tests, take random character quizzes, and of course, fill out slam-books. I'm usually the one filling out all our forms at the airport. So, I got this slam-bookish thing of Mollika's blog. Here goes nothing...

Appearance

• I have/had piercings besides the ears.
• I want piercings besides the ears.
• I have many scars.
• I tan easily.
• I wish my hair was a different color.
• I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.
• I have/want a tattoo.
• I can be self-conscious about my appearance.
• I have/had braces. (retainers) 
• I have more than two piercings. 

Embarrassment

• Disney movies still make me cry.
• I’ve laughed so hard I’ve cried.
• I’ve glued my hand to something.
• I’ve laughed until some kind of beverage came out of my nose
• I’ve had my pants rip in public.
• I’ve touched something sharp/hot/etc to see if it would hurt.

Health

• I’ve gotten stitches.
• I’ve broken or dislocated a bone.
• I’ve had my tonsils removed.
• I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed.
• I’ve had chicken pox.

(I feel pretty inexperience in injury at this point)

Travel

• I’ve been to Florida.
• I’ve driven/ridden over 200 kilometers in one day.
• I’ve been on a plane.
• I’ve been to Colombia
• I’ve been to Cuba.
• I’ve been to Niagara Falls.
• I’ve been to Ottawa
• I’ve been to the Caribbean.
• I’ve been to Europe.

Experiences

• I’ve gotten lost in my city.
• I’ve seen a shooting star.
• I’ve wished on a shooting star.
• I’ve seen a meteor shower.
• I’ve gone out in public in my pajamas. 
• I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator.
• I’ve slapped someone.
• I’ve kissed someone underwater.
• I’ve chugged something.
• I’ve crashed a car.
• I’ve been skiing.
• I’ve been in a musical.
• I’ve auditioned for something.
• I’ve been on stage.
• I’ve caught a snowflake on my tongue.
• I’ve sat on a rooftop at night.
• I’ve pranked someone.
• I’ve ridden in a taxi.

Honesty / Crime

• I’ve been threatened to be arrested. 
• I’ve broken a law.
• I’ve done something I promised someone I wouldn’t.
• I’ve done something I promised myself I wouldn’t.
• I’ve sneaked out.
• I’ve lied about my whereabouts.
• I’ve cheated while playing a game.
• I’ve been in a fist fight.

Death

• I’m afraid of dying.
• I hate funerals.
• I’ve seen someone/something die.
• Someone close to me has attempted/committed suicide.
• I have attempted suicide.
• I’ve thought about suicide before.
• I’ve written a eulogy for myself. (Although it seems like a good idea! I have written a will, though!)

Materialism

• I own over 5 rap CD’s.
• I’m obsessed with anime/manga.
• I collected comic books. 
• I own a lot of makeup. 
• I own something from Pac Sun.
• I own something from The Gap.
• I own something I got on E-Bay.
• I own something from Abercrombie.
• I thrive on compliments.
• I thrive on hate.

Random

• I can sing low key.
• I’ve stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.
• I open up to others easily.
• I watch the news occasionally or always.
• I don’t like to kill bugs.
• I sing in the shower.
• I’m a morning person.
• I’m a sports fanatic. 
• I twirl my hair.
• I care about grammar.
• I love spam.
• I’ve copied more than 30 CD’s in a day.
• I bake well.
• My favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, blue, red, black, purple, or orange.
• I would wear pajamas to school. (Not to my school. Never, oh no!)
• I like Martha Stewart.
• I laugh at my own jokes.
• I eat fast food weekly.
• I’ve not turned anything in and still got an A in a certain class.
• I can’t sleep if there’s a spider in the room.
• I’m really ticklish.
• I like white chocolate.
• I bite my nails.
• I’m good at remembering names.
• I’m good at remembering dates.
• I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.

People

• ..used to ask if I was anorexic/bulimic.
• ..called me fat.
• ..say I’m skinny.
• ..have said I’m ugly.
• ..have said I’m pretty. 
• ..have spread rumors about me.
• ..force me to eat. 
• ..say I eat too much.
• ..say I eat too little.

Eating

• I’ve lost weight.
• I’ve gained weight.
• I’m at my thinnest.
• I’m at my biggest.
• I’ve lost weight and kept it off.
• I’ve lost weight, but gained it back. 
• My weight affects my mood. A lot.
• I diet. 
• I’m vegan/vegetarian.
• I exercise.
• I’ve fainted from exhaustion. 

Family

• I’ve sworn at my parents.
• I’ve planned to run away from home before.
• I’ve run away from home.
• My biological parents are together.
• I have a sibling less than one year old.
• I want kids.
• I’ve had kids.
• I’ve lost a child.

Relationships

• I’m engaged.
• I’m married.
• I’m a swinger.
• I’ve gone on a blind date.
• I have/had a friend with benefits.
• I miss someone right now.
• I have a fear of abandonment.
• I’ve gotten divorced.
• I’ve had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back.
• Someone has/had feelings for me when I didn’t have them back.
• I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t.
• I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did.
• I’ve kept something from a past relationship.

Sexuality

• I’m a cuddler.
• I’ve been kissed in the rain.
• I’ve hugged a stranger.
• I’ve kissed a stranger.

Bad times

• I regularly drink.
• I can't swallow pills 
• I can swallow numerous pills at a time without difficulty.
• I’ve been diagnosed with depression at some point. 
• I have/had anxiety problems.
• I shut others out when I’m upset.
• I don’t have anyone to talk to when I’m upset. 
• I have taken/take anti-depressants.
• I’ve slept an entire day before.
• I’ve plotted revenge.

#2: Free Periods and Barefoot Basketball...

Today in school, we (or rather I) spent one period out of nine in class. And of course, that one period was English, so that isn't, strictly speaking class, as such. With my dropping math, and all, I ended up making even 11 Commerce pretty jealous...

So anyway, how did we spend these free periods? When we weren't  reading (and cringing at) an old Ripley's Believe it or Not! in the library, we were playing baksetball (barefoot, of course. I think our feet are going to become as tough as Hobbit or Amish feet soon) tournaments. Rather more productive way of playing, we found it. Something about the competition makes it all the more interesting. Or is it because, this way, I finally get to actually dribble of the ball? Either way, we performed admirably, coming 3rd out of three.


Apparently, going barefoot is extremely healthy. So thank God for the new rule stating that black shoes are bad for the basketball court. I would enjoy being a member of that school of thought, if I didn't live in a country where every second step means dogshit or human urine. Right place, right time, i think is the key.

We also played football with 12-year-olds. Rather fun(ny). Mind you, not like 12-year-olds! With Kevin Joseph (Corbett House), I think we have a reasonable shot at Tri-FAPS next year. On the other hand, that spells terrible news for Gidney House football next year. As if it isn't bad enough already.

So tomorrow's a holiday? This is the saddest I've been about not going to school.

However, that also means there's going to be an unofficial long weekend. That means no teachers on Friday too! Hurrah!

#1: *Bang-Bang*, and what not...

So now I'm being chastised by the Music Captain over copyright issues concerning the 'traditional band-game', 'Bang-Bang'. She says that it's intellectual property of the FAPS Brass Band. I say, to hell with it. If there really was an issue, the Music Vice-Captains would have brought it up.

Anyhow, so now I'm sitting here, blogging, when I should be doing something far more academically oriented. The time when inspiration most often hits, methinks.

I have decided to do my Physics project on Refractive Index and Snell's Law. I "call dibs", as they sometimes put it. This does, however, involve 2 experiments instead of the traditional one. I do like to be different, don't I? Even when it increases my workload? *Sigh*

 So recently, my earphones had to be thrown out. The died suddenly during the short Metro-ride from CMH Road to Ulsoor. So now I have a new pair, which have awesome bass and beautiful sound, so the male-Bhalla obsessive sound perfectionist in me is more than satisfied!

They are, apparently, the same model as SPD's, so we had better keep the two sets well away from each other, lest I end up with old, waxy ones. _ _ _

The good news is, I ordered them off Flipkart, so now I have a load of bubblewrap to play with! Oh joy!

So that's that.
Guten tag, to anyone who might read this!

Starting afresh...

To start afresh... to throw away the old, and ring in the new... not something i enjoy doing, but now and again, it's needed... or so they say.
So anyway, here I am- new blog, new look, new space for me to fill with my excessive ellipses.
Ah! Feels like a blank canvas!

So here's to some posts in the near future! *hopefully*