Being a GOOD girl

....is TOUGH. And the Rheometer is BORING. It shears and churns and churns and shears and shows crazy values, and undecipherable graphs. The air-conditioning is cold, and acetone is BAD for skin. Sambhar is a tiring meal, and Rasam is all about cheating on sambhar. Television is dangerous for health, and orange juice ROCKS.

crazy blog, crazier blogger.

Managed to survive two splendid night-outs,
#1: RRI canteen extension called "the village"
#2:RRI guest house bed over a free local phone

Differnt people, different topics, different laughter.
Talked of ghosts, dreams (especially the psychologically tiring ones), campus in general, people, politics, more people, more politics, love stories, stories of love, girl friends and boy friends, and just friends.

Made me realise how mundane I am, inspite of all the self proclaimed denials of being one. The everyday me is sacked in a pair or dirty denims, crushed t-shirt, ruffelled hair and spectacles. And think of it, I have been audacious enough to think I am a little out of ordinary. No glitter and better than gold.
Eye opener:
have to wrap up a few more samples, pack my belongings, clear my office area, clear my papers in the office, get my pay cash, and behave LIKE a good girl. take a flight, register myself, start on with the grind again. Life is tough dude, I mean regular life is tough.
Phone bills to explain to my own self, a room to clear up, fresh clean copies even at the end of semester, dots against my name on the attendance sheet, punctured tyre of my bicycle...life is ordinarily complexed to evade explanation.

I don't like orkutismic fever, but I have never been brave enough to just delete my profile from it and disappear.
A new year peeping around from the corner, a new semester to crush n grind, a month full of experiences to weighten my bag forever. I have learnt so much, rather realised so much that now I wonder if all this "extra-ordinary" living is worth it.
Time to be the everyday me again.


P.S. : please don't post your comments on my scrap book or mail. It helps to relate better in here. And I have no problems with identity and stuff.

Red or Blue?

Just as much as I can understand of the difference between sambhar and kutoo, is as much I can make out about life and the turns it is taking.
Last night on a talk show, Sanjay Jumani, a celeb numerologist fought it out agianst the Bard, saying that all lies in a name. It is your identity, it is all about you. A little twist and injection of extra alphabets, and your life is on the smooth track.
Now coming to life. with due respect to all grahas and nakshatras, if two star crossed people meet, fall (or whatever) in love, and decide to take the next step, what happens?.
By ideal Hindu astrology, life goes berserk. Or try Zodiac.
Suppose they change religion, then all these planets and stars will not pull their strings anymore the way they do now, will they? Then they will have some other stars and other planets playing games with them. What if they put signatures on official letters, instead of tying knots? Will the same stars and planets still haunt them?
Getting into a bit more urban mode, what if they plan to live in sin, because holy matrimony is just not a smooth solution for them? Will their kismet still kill them, or bring in domestic unrest?
Does love not matter still? Are those dark brown scratches in our hands that all we have to follow in our lives? Will we always remain victims of our own guilt of having let go our love for the sake of stars? And why will stars afterall bar anyone from true love, if it is?