For the first time in my life, I actually want to study and get work done.

Bumming around (alone) is entirely dissatisfying. My textbooks constantly pop into my thoughts.

Yes, this is all about the upcoming universities. I sometimes stare at the textbooks in abject terror. Beyond the phase of 'theres no way i can do this' panic, into the paralysing phase of mindless fear. Right now I'm blogging to avoid dealing with homesickness laced with fear for universities. Eurrghh.

Just study I suppose. Listen to music. Eat good food.

And most importantly, shut your brain off to all those extraneous thoughts, images and ruminations scampering around.

Ok.

Fish

So for the first time, our family has decided to take the dive off the deep end and get pets.

Ok, I suppose I'm being a little dramatic, but as of today we've adopted 12 fish. Since this is the first time we've ever had pets, we went all out and named them.

2 Fresh Water Carp who we've named Muniappa and Muniamma



4 Goldfish - Shamoo, Dory, Free and Willy



6 Black Mollies - Sushi, Teriyaki, Flubber, Darth Vader, D'Abyss and Michelangelo.



I'm really excited :)

Lets hope they survive till December

End of Summer (Re)Affirmation

I love blues riffs, Norah Jones, wooden flooring, sunsets, New York, Bangalore and ECR.

I'm probably a romantic.

I love peace - good weather, water, sunlight, green stuff, great music and the people who make it all matter.

Alliterations great. It adds spice to life. :)

I love Juan Antonio's father in Vicky Cristina Barcelona who refuses to contribute his art to the world because after all these years [the human race] "has still not learned to love." A futile war, but he has a beautiful point.

I love that I still have this old bottle of Bawls after 6 years.

I kinda like that I'm going to be a doctor.

Time to hold it all together.

Blah Blah Blah

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I'm staying home.

Hungry.

Blah

:(

Lately, a lot of people I know have become militantly individualistic. Individualism is imperative, yes, but there has to be a balance.

I've realized this because I kinda went holy warrior on the individualism thing the past couple of months.

The 'I' is important, yes, but not if it blinds you to things. Once you start being your own worst enemy, once you start cutting out the world around you - that's no good. I suppose its a paradigm - yourself as the only truth worth knowing, but its a paradigm that has made me unhappy the past few months. Unless you turn into like the Swiss family Robinson, except on purpose, there's no way that that paradigm can sustain itself without constant friction. And as I well know, excess friction just turns things into the previously mentioned war of attrition. Which is just stupid. Who wants to live life that way?

My personality ,unfortunately, favors engaging with my goddamn society. I'll always have an unparalleled degree of detachment or aloofness, because I need it. I don't really trust people or have faith in them to let too many get too close, and frankly I consider dealing with large numbers of people who try to get close a nuisance that I don't want to put up with. Ouch. But true.

Strange, considering that my name means - close, intimate, someone who is dear to your heart. When I prefer to skip in an out of that exalted region.

Perhaps its just youth.

I'm immature. Avowedly.

But I'm loving every moment.

Friendly Neighborhood Inchworm

This post actually has nothing to do with an inchworm. I just happen to love the photograph. Its so cute, and reminds me of the old house - where I found this poor unsuspecting inchworm.

Does anyone read this? I'm beginning to have serious doubts...Oh well...I shall go on shouting absurdly into cyberspace - for some reason its a indelible need.

I like big words. I love proper diction even more. This things become an inner dialogue. A little more stream of conscious -y than I intended. Wonderful.

It would seem that in addition to being a regular all round geek, I'm also an English geek. Not as in the nationality - that would just be stupid. (Says the girl that photographs inchworms in her free time - I think I've lost all right to judge lol)

I'm thirsty. This really isn't about anything - which isn't good.

Here's a list of Facts etc.

1. I don't enjoy television - its a waste of time. Nothing good is ever on and you have to wait for ads to finish.
2. White people are really thin
3. I enjoy working out. In a demure ladylike way though, not a buff man way. Haha, yea right. Demure. Ladylike. Me.
   
4. People on TV reality shows cry a lot. When they do, I change the channel
5. My sister and I enjoy wearing tourist T-shirts in our free time. Most of them are of places we've never been too.
   
6. There is a lot of sunlight in my room - it blinds me
7. I feel like I'm underground when I'm in my hostel room
   
8. I don't know why I'm making this list
9. I have mixed feelings about going back to college
10. When people stop being normal, they start being interesting
11. I am a quasi-narcissist
    

Saturday Nights at %$sil)n

Saturday nights in my new neighborhood ain't no everyday affair.

These people know how to celebrate. And the moods infectious. Ooooh Yea. (I'm can barely sit down right now. I'm about to embark on a full force bike ride to dissipate energy).

To the right is a child's birthday party. Full with green lawn, white frocks, pinata, sword fights and since this IS an expat neighborhood, light sabers. There are at least 40 waist high kids running around screaming on a beautiful Bangalore evening. Idyllic really is the word, for them at least. Because with kids birthdays, if you remember, the parties not over when the party is over...theres always the goody bag/return gift/loot that everyone gleefully waits for.

Behind us is a party getting ready to rock itself all night long, and though it is a middle aged persons party, i mean this quite literally. If the banners and decorations sound stage, speakers, DJ Console and lights are anything to go by, I get to stay up all night listening to great, amazing, good ol' Rock and Roll. As long as they don't bring a live band I'm good.

:) :) :)

Yes, I know, I'm not actually going to be at any of these parties...but hey, beggars can't be choosers.

And besides whats a great party without the people who would make it great.

:)

I'm Off!

Google Analytics, Pirate Ships, Being Let Down

I've been far too conventional of late. My posts are actually on a single topic! They have focus! I can't let this continue. Shame on me.

Actually, the only reason I continue to write on this blog besides a totally arbit need to communicate with the eternally stoic outside world, is because I've got a google analytics thing on it. So I know, that I have had 11 absolute unique visitors since late April who have spent an average of 3:57 seconds on this site. I salute you!

Pirate ships...what was it that I wanted to say? Oh yes. Since our stairs are now being oiled/varnished/sanded/painted they are effectively defunct. So we are required to enter the upstairs of the hosue by climbing a rickety old wooden ladder. Its so much fun. Now why didnt they have something like this when we were kids.

Oh yes, and Quarterlife the show...has let me down. The video blog component has reduced and the relationship drama is on the rise. Another victim of the demands of the braindead masses. Oh well.

One week left of vacation - must work on building up the fortress against good old college and my peers...who i just love.

Bangalore really is an amazing city. I love it.