I'll make it snappy

Yeah, I just thought I'd post some pictures today. Did you know, (no you don't, how would you?) at Starbucks, I tell them I'm called Angie, 'cause it's easier for them to pronounce. I don't mind it...it's my favourite Rolling Stones' number. Anyway, laugh away :

This is where my brother lives. It's a pretty little neighbourhood


This is me wearing all the ugly jewellery at Westshore Mall


This is serious stuff at Barnes and Nobles

Clearwater Beach!

I looked fat in all the pics at Clearwater. So here's my brother.



On our way to the Sunshine Skyway Bridge



That's the bridge. Very cool driving through it


Toothpaste commercial


This is my car. Ok not. Sue me.



Me and Kat (from school)

Today we went to Winger House, where we had chicken wings and budlight...we (Kat and I) were underage, but pretended like we weren't...and they didn't ask for ID. There were a lotta semi clad women there. But not too pretty.

The Elegy of the Musical Mosquito

Isn't it funny, or not, how some songs remind you of some people? I'm listening to Frank Sinatra right now, and I'm remembering certain people, certain places, certain smells.
Isn't it terrible when you really miss someone or some place or some memory, and you cannot completely mourn for it...I mean you want to...but you just can't. Not in one go, anyway.
Isn't it exasperating, when you are supposed to be having a great time, or are experiencing something utterly wonderful, and you feel as if you could feel a bit more....experience things a little better...so that it feels great when you think about it later...and you feel just about..average?
I went to this fantastic place called Sam Ash today, which is a music shop. You had everything there... guitars, drums, saxophones, keyboards, books and so much more. And I kept looking and looking and looking. You could plug in any guitar you wanted, and play on for hours. And what beautiful curvies there lived at Sam's. It was like guitar heaven. And here I was, this incompetent little thing, playing the same old chords, same old tunes, feeling like an inadequate rag. I missed all my musically inclined friends, right then and there so much. I know they'd have gone beserk. And, truth is...I didn't. I mean, I loved it...but I didn't go crazy. And something tells me, I should have.
Anyway. Really lazy day today. So long then.

Clearwater and Fortune Cookies

Went to the beach today! No wait, it's yesterday now. It's called Clearwater beach and its full of gulls and funny people and shells. It was very cold, so people weren't really swimming or anything, and I just waded in the ice cold water. It was sunset and very pretty. Then we drove back home, and stopped on the way for dunkin' donuts and ice cream. My brother was in a non experimental mood so we just had a plain glazed doughnut. Oh and for lunch, we had the typical Chinese American food, you know, in those little carton things, and it was good, but too sweet. And too much. I got a fortune cookie which said "you will be crossing the seas". Then we went to Clearwater. Nice huh?
Then I slept a lot and watched this movie called Apaharan, which I liked actually. My dinner at 2:30 a.m. was Oreos.
Okbye and Goodnight.

Oh dear Lord, I love junk food. And I love the fact that there is so much of it everywhere you look. I just don't like it when it's too much, and I can't finish it, and I want to. I've become a meatwhore of late. I had steak last night. And it was the best moo I've ever had. May his soul rest in peace. Or not.
I bought a pair of jeans that fits me really well. That hasn't happened in a long time.
Dada got me the first season of Remington Steele . I'm in love with Pierce Brosnan all over again. It reminds me of being 7 years old. And other shows. Like Wonder Years and Doogie Howser M.D. and Small Wonder and Star Trek at night.
I was such a rockstar when I was a kid. Ki je holo.

From the Sunshine State

God I'm lazy. I really don't feel like writing, but you know, I feel like seeing something different on my blog...so this is really for myself. I got to Florida, after being stranded at Delhi airport for 16 and a half hours because of the damn fog, and I was sleep deprived for atleast 30 hrs and I couldn't remember if I was in India or America, and I spoke weirdly with everyone who came into contact with me. They probably thought I was doped or something. Anyway, next day, once on the plane, things got better. I saw Wallace and Gromit on the plane, which is a very very funny movie. Then American Airlines put us up at the Hilton in Chicago (cause they goofed at Delhi) for free and something told me, a Christmas miracle was on its way. So, as soon as I stepped out of the hotel, Christmas day, 6:30 a.m., it started to snow. And I almost danced with joy in the empty streets of Chicago.
And then I took the flight to Tampa, and here I am. I'm having good fun here, but more about that later.
Oh...and I might have been reported for suspicious behaviour in the Airport, or hotel, cause I kinda sorta par korofied the heights of bokamo and gayiamo (not "gay", "gayia"). I did not know how to call from the telephone booth, e-check in and a whole lotta other stuff, which I eventually figured out myself, after a whole lotta permutation and combination. And my English sounded like I was from some oj para gram and I went around with a lost tourist expression on my face. But I am not rolling my 'r's....I have not succumbed to the American accent.
Oh, and I got invited to a house party on the 31st. I don't know the people...and I'm 10000% sure, I am gonna get made fun of. Hmph. I will go to see fireworks at the pier, but.
And its cold here. It shouldn't be.

Meet the 20 year old

Hmm...I've made it across. It was a nice day, really. I went to pick up Baba from the airport, and got a call from Ma that Dee is here from Bombay. Oh joy! Came back home and jumped about in utter joy and checked my weight on the weighing scale that, I insisted on getting for my birthday.
Earlier in the day, Dada called me up, woke me up, asking me to look for some software, and I guess I was able to help him a bit, so I felt useful and all that. And I get to see him tomorrow. YAAAAY!
The phone was out of order all day, and balance-less and rather useless.
Then, then, then...I dunno how time passed...and it was evening, and Kaka-Kaki and everyone came. Kaka (godblesshissoul) cooked the most delicious butter pepper crabs...oh my mouth waters just thinking about it. Ma, was as usual a genius in the kitchen, and made the most delicious birthday meal. I looooved the mutton, but Baba didn't let me take more than one piece *sigh*...
Guds, Shruti, Dee and I played treasure hunt, and we completely neglected Anurag, who is not quite a boy, and not quite and adult. Poor thing. I tried talking to him once, but he seemed too engrossed in a computer magazine....(we have computer mags at home?)
Here's a blurred picture of all of us. I dunno what I'm doing to Dee, really.

Diya, Me, Guds, Shruti, Anurag

Oh and at night, Dee and I took the craziest pictures of ourselves, which I haven't uploaded onto the comp, and I don't think anyone would want to see . Oh well. And tomorrow I'm off to Florida, so Merry Christmas, Happy New Year and Happy Birthday (to Baba), in case I don't get to post again. Oh and Annie's so sweet...she promised to get me a sketch book like hers. And Kaki gave me the nicest crayons. So I'm gonna wear that beret of mine and pretend to be an artist.

So long, and thanks for all the fish

Hmm. Last day of teen life. Oh well...they were quite lousy anyway. Good riddance. So long, and thanks for all the fish.

I bought myself a lot of presents for myself this time. But ALL useful ones. Really.

I'm addicted to Erebus' blog now, 'cause he's put up a Beatles' cover special radio thingie. I love Rufus Wainwright's version of Across the Universe and The Wallflower's version of I'm looking through you the best. Oh and I've been mentioned a couple of times in his blog as well. So yeah, I'm kinda over the moon and all that.

This is my second attempt at reading Love in the Time of Cholera...I just can't, I just cannot. I don't go beyond a couple of pages. And its about time I returned Tuhina's 1984.

Yesterday, I saw this guy with the most enormous eyelashes. Like, long curly, girly doll types. And he was wearing a leather jacket and had a goatee and zipped around on some stud bike. It all seemed very very funny.

Today I felt like an outsider in own college. With people getting all excited about Xavotsav and running around in saris and everything for god's sake. I am such a lazy recluse. I wanted to quiz, but no-one wanted to quiz with me. No-one wanted to quiz, just, actually.

Oh...and I do have a black tongue. Will you ever forgive me, R? GWS. LY.LY.LY. Oh I'm such a fuckwit sometimes. Oh I love saying fuckwit and mindfuck these days. It's not cool or anything...I just find myslef saying it a lot.

One more thing....doesn't that Bright Eyes' singer guy sound like a shivering cat?

Hallelujah

Oh wow...yesterday I went way out of line. But the good thing first : The Choir. I feel all christmasy and uplifted. Christina was a revalation, I must say. And Dirty...well...what more can I say about him. He was rather brilliant...and even flashed his yellow fangs at us when we told him how much we loved his performance. Oh well. I liked Hallelujah the best! After that...it's all a blur.
To sum it up in a few lines : I went to Bakery. I just had two shots of two somethings, and things just went psychedellic. And then there was Hip Pocket...who were playing Break on Through (to the other side) and other hip pocketish stuff, so...I went a little mad and looked stupid and drunk, dancing my boka boka dance. Oh well. I was uber friendly, jelly legged, noodle brained. Anyway, no-one got hurt, so its okay I guess. But still...Guds, TDG...so sorry man! Guds for being stupid in front of her friends, and TDG for messing up his evening.

Hmm....I have not gotten drunk on half a bottle of red wine and 10 shots of whatever. But some days....sheesh...I dunno what happens....all it takes is a drop.

Hallelujah.

I've gone a little nutty. I just love uncooked tomato soup...you know...in its powdery form. Finished one whole packet of it. Moving onto chocolate Horlicks...milk? What milk? Yum. Yum. Yum. Oh, and an observation...Archie Comics standards have dropped. They're not as good as they used to be in the 60s and 70s. I like the OLD Archies better.

Well?

I really don't know what I'm trying to say.

I've been so sad since I read the papers this morning. They can't be doing this to him. I hate politics. I feel like protesting.

I love the Beatles. I love 'em, I love 'em, I love 'em. Oh that Anupam guy can sing all alright. He sounds just like Paul. And he can strum the guitar and sing at the same time effortlessly. I can't tolerate him much though.

The great grape. PUMPKIN! The great pupmpkin. Linus. Linus. Linus. I love Snoopy.

I'm not at all happy about turing 20. I'll be two decades old. Like a building.

I'm listening to Norwegian woods. I want to go to Norway. I like Roald Dahl. I want to go to Ireland as well. I like a lot of Irish. Especially Irish Cream. A lot of it.

I'm going to meet my brother for Christmas. Cheer up big boy. We'll go on a hot air balloon. And I'll drag you into a roller coaster. After giving you Avomin. Promise. I miss St. James'-er swing. Suddenly hothath. Jani na kano. What fun those days were.

"I like your look". I was told today. Seriously. God Promise Mother Swear.

I will be hearing Bertie sing on the 18th. :-D
Dirty wore Jin-pant-er jacket today. He used the word "ejaculate" 10 times atleast today. I blushed blushed and blushed. *Pshaw* I love it when he gets excited.

Can you bear the thought that, someone is this world actually finds you disgusting? Not like, "Eesh. Disgusting! Gross!"...but you know... pure repulsion...like, when you have to force yourself to see someone and then feel like retching, disgusting-disgusting. I wonder....

I'm beginning to think I have a supressed mean streak. And I hate this mean streak, because I feel completely out of control and tyrannical when it surfaces. And then I feel guilty about it. Unjustified cruelty. Psychological, manipulative cruelty. Subtle, unassuming cruelty.

It's simply not funny how superficial and stupid I am these days. Or I appear to be. I'd totally ignore me, if I were me.

Oh let this cloud pass soon. Anyway. I hate attention seekers. Oh no. I think I am one as well. What's the point of this blog otherwise?
Self admonition is a cowardly act. You crticize yourself before others can criticize you. Because truth hurts. And you can always lie to yourself.

I have always had difficulty in spelling exercise. I keep spelling it exersize. And I'm not trying to be metaphorical or anything. It's the truth.

Beware the Artful Dodger

Meet Ms. Claus

Yes. I have have been unusually generous of late. Not just me. All of us. It's infectious! It's the Christmas spirit you read about in Archie comics...where Reggie becomes nice and Veronica does a good deed for Betty. Hmm... I bought 3 Archies yesterday.

Guess who's succumbed to the blogging bug? Tanaji (Ranjan) Dasgupta. Aar shuro thekei boast kora arombho kore diyeche.

And what else. I'm done with obsessing with Joan baez, Janis Joplin and Bob Marley for the time being. It's Jimi Hendrix now. This is the 4th consecutive time I'm listening to Purple Haze. I love the beginning and then that "excuuuse meee....while I kiss the sky" part. Oh and I'm lying about Joan Baez. I'm totally not over her. And I know that does not sound right.

Check out this pic. I took it with a cell phone camera.

not too bad huh?

Loony's Day Out : Again

First of all the food. Oh my fucking God. 24 bloody items to choose from. I will return to Marco Polo in Chayena. I will, oh yes. P & S thank yous.
Oh before the food was the "cazual chic" march past. Gems, yum. Dirty Ba Saliva, hehe.
Then zere was ze speereet? Shit. I still have a high. Besh bond kora jaye with booze in your blood.
Then there was the car ride (no no, undrunk driver on the wheels). Windows down all the way, second Hoogly Bridge. Screaming out our love for Calcutta.
Then there was a power sleep. Then there was Kasautii. That is it. Bas.
But what a nice day. Psahw.

I sneezed 10 times consecutively. I have a back ache.
"Don't do ma-giri with me" - I will I will I will. Silly boy.
Do people get high when they sneeze? I'm getting one right now.
Ma got me gloves. She thinks I will snow frolick in Chicago (I wish I wish I wish).They have a fake fur trimming. It's got this cow print thing. I lowe it. It's totally weird.
Okbye.

Hahaha!

Ramblings

I just put an orange peel into a half empty coffee cup. I had a good dinner. And Baileys. I have to go to the bathroom. Just a sec.
Yeah. All the clocks in my room have stopped working. I have a very strange feeling that, I'm being haunted by a ghost at night. It keeps telling me that, if I open my eyes now, I'll see something terrible. And if I don't, it'll go to my parents' room. Stupid thing. Anyway, I don't see anything. But I won't push my luck.
I heard a lot of people sing and do stuff on the stage today. Auditions for Xavotsav. Inspired me big time. As soon as I stepped into the loo, I broke into song. *sigh* my 7th consecutive Brammy.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
I did not donate blood today.
I had bhel puri and alu anda.
I was able to do a 10 min su-do-ku puzzle in half an hour (in Arjun's class).
I saw Bertie being considerate.
I am listening to Jewel right now.
I recently read somewhere...that these plain day to day reportings of uninspiring events are rather pointless and non-educational.... or something to that extent. I sincerly hope I have been pointless, and absolutely non-educational. I hope no-one learns anything from this.
Oh and Happy Birthday Dr. Ray. Hope all is well.

Diamonds and Rust

Well I'll be damned

Here comes your ghost again

But that's not unusual

It's just that the moon is full

And you happened to call

And here I sit

Hand on the telephone

Hearing a voice I'd known

A couple of light years ago

Heading straight for a fall

As I remember your eyes

Were bluer than robin's eggs

My poetry was lousy you said

Where are you calling from?

A booth in the midwest

Ten years ago

I bought you some cufflinks

You brought me something

We both know what memories can bring

They bring diamonds and rust

Well you burst on the scene

Already a legend

The unwashed phenomenon

The original vagabond

You strayed into my arms

And there you stayed

Temporarily lost at sea

The Madonna was yours for free

Yes the girl on the half-shell

Would keep you unharmed

Now I see you standing

With brown leaves falling around

And snow in your hair

Now you're smiling out the window

Of that crummy hotel

Over Washington Square

Our breath comes out white clouds

Mingles and hangs in the air

Speaking strictly for me

We both could have died then and there

Now you're telling me

You're not nostalgic

Then give me another word for it

You who are so good with words

And at keeping things vague

Because I need some of that vagueness now

It's all come back too clearly

Yes I loved you dearly

And if you're offering me diamonds and rust I've already paid

From Joan to Bob

Oh no

I am at my fattest best now. I worked out like a crazy woman today. To hip-hop. And I don't even listen to hip-hop. But Missy Elliot's "work it" worked for me. I actually had fun. But oh no, oh no, oh no. Kii fat! Can't they have fat donation programmes? You know, convert the fat into some sort of energy and help the poor kids in Somalia or something? I'm such a blob.

Snapshots

My anti-dote for fear in the middle of the night

I'd like to re-subscribe.

I like to raid

I like to crash into

I like to perform in front of

Yesterday was full of promise. Yesterday started off on a good note. Yesterday ended on a bittersweet note. I am indeed, spineless...the designated doormat, totally bendable, totally use&throw.

And it's no-one's fault but mine.

But I fulfilled a commitment and I have no regrets. I went to sleep with a clear conscience.

Charm sucks.

whatever talk

I'm proud of myslef. I'm reading again! And not just fiction. Poetry too. Although the latter for pure sensual joy...I'm not trying to probe or analyse.
I've just erased 4 sentences in a row. Everything that I typed seemed too scathing, too caustic. Although, I'm not particularly angry at anyone or anything.
Except at myslef. I'm such a doormat. Vat to dos?
I am also commitment phobic. Arre...not like the Hugh Grant type. Just. You know. Like meeting someone at 4 o'clock. Or promising to get a book or a cd for someone. Or going out somewhere. It's weird. But I love it when I can keep a commitment. But it really stresses me out. Planning, remembering, coming, going. I hate it. Everything should be impromptu. Or maybe not. As long as it is not overly planned, you know? And you don't get disappointed when things don't work out.
Anyway, this is quite pointless.
Two people in a span of two days have told me that, I'm spoilt. I agree.

But I suffer for it.