And so...goodbye

As you must have guessed by now, my interest in this blog has waned. Actually, it's all worn out. I've had a long and happy time with it, but I think it's time to say goodbye. Although I'm not too sure whether I'm going to delete it forever. It'll just be, gathering virtual dust. So bid goodbye to the musicalmosquito. It's been fun.

Buzz.

When will you realise, my dear sir, that the world does not revolve around you? For the first time in ages, I find my secure little wallflowered existence in jeapordy.
See, it is not so much the lab rat life I lead here that bothers me. In fact, I even like some of the things I do here, as a lab rat or otherwise. But it's the maze tests that get to me the most. I prefer things to be straight foward. I hate playing games with people I think are unsporting. And today, I might have done just that. Well, like they say, every lab rat has its day, and today I just had mine.

Fucken place. The past two days felt like school because we got back home by early evening. We were packed off like good little children because of the riots and everything. But nothing ever happens here, where we stay, because it’s made up of deadness and dust. Hah. Sounds so silly. Deadness and dust. Like P’s notes in English classes. If there was ever a place that came close to Eliot’s Wasteland, this would be it.

They took away the dogs from Hira’s. Hardy, Whoopie and the pretty one with the hazel eyes and dainty legs. She was my favourite. Whom did they bother anyway? Idiots.
I miss home. I want to curl up on my bed and sleep. I hate this place. I can't even gather up the energy to rant man. Fuck it all.

I saw the The Third Man today. I'm disturbed and in love. Noir is so sexy, I could marry it.
It's very cold here.
I miss Bengal Club. I smelt it in my memories today while sitting in class. Especially the way the starched napkins smell there. And I love the way the plates are so hot when they put it on the table.
I'm listening to The Rolling Stones after ages. It makes me feel like I'm 17.
Ever felt like a Beatles' song? I feel like one. I used to think it was Elanor Rigby, but it's really I'm Only Sleeping.
Please don't spoil my day
I'm miles away
And after all
I'm only sleeping.
They had one for everything, didn't they?
I've been craving to read Araby for some time now. Just that first line - "North Richmond Street, being blind, was a quiet street except at the hour when the Christian Brothers' School set the boys free" - it keeps repeating inside my head. Maybe I'll read it in a bit.
I think, I will arise and go now...and go to U's room, to have some maggi.
Sorry this is all very random.

Happy Feb

Today has been a truly excellent day - though its not completely over. It started late last night, with the kids smuggling loads of alcohol into the room, just when I'd given up on the day. I had just finished watching the second cd of Breakfast at Tiffany's - which is FYI, my fix of happiness when I'm blue - and was planning to blog about how boring and lifeless my life is - when in walked these guys - and well, life's a'good. I didn't drink much, but I somehow ended up pouring a lot of hot candle wax on myself (don't ask). Anyway, we finally got our clothes washed this morning, which is, I think, the main reason for all my happiness today (see, how the little things can make you happy?) Then the kids came in again and brought with them eggs, milk, bread, butter, maggi and coffee - and we had the most fantastic brunch ever. I felt like a true-blue hostel gal at that moment, with our electric kettles and boilers and mini kitchen paraphernelia. U had the Beatles anthology with her, so we ate, sang and danced all together and I've been listening to it all day and feeling absolutely fabulous. The I decided to make some postcards, but ended up posting them to myself, and they are now up on the bulletin board. This is one of them.
There were a lot of empty beer bottles from last night, so N and I, after downing some gin (in the bloody afternoon) decided to plaster them with newspaper strips. There wasn't enough gum, so we did just one and it looks pretty cool. I put it on top of my cupboard and I want to turn it into a lamp (I miss environment-friendly yellow light). But I'm pretty sure I'll just get lazy and not do it.

Anyway. Today is my happiest day in February. So Happy February people. I'm so glad it's still cold here in Pune.

Bangalore

So yes, I like Bangalore a lot. As soon as I reached there, I got this great vibe, and it stayed with me till I left. I was only there for two days, but it seems like a very long two days, because the first day, I barely slept, and the next day, so much was packed in, in so little time that it just felt long. I got my nose pierced the first day, which is like, crazy, because I hate my nose, and any kind of attention to it is just weird. But I just wanted to, so I did for a fifty, and now it feels pretty okay. I loved how everything was so alive and how people were generally nice and liked listening to good music. It was all very commercial and superficial, but who cares, I had fun. And I thought the IIM campus was simply gorgeous. Soodoo met the most interesting man ever for an interview and shit, I wish the world would make more men like him. For more - see this - http://www.loungepiranha.com/. I won't say much, because well, its not really for me to say, right Soodoo? :D
Anyway, I met Chamki, my little imaginary friend on the right there, and it was good to see her so positive and happy and well, a little "gossipy" as she says. We shared a teensy little joint, and spoke like we're friendly neighbours who see each other everyday or something - which is always a good thing.
Hmm...among other things, I had a shower in the boy's hostel without really knowing it and I met the most unlikely people in the city, people I thought I'd never meet again. I also clicked pictures in front of Rahul Dravid's house, because when I was a kid, I was crazy about him, and I wanted to run off to Bangalore just to meet him. So for nostalgia's sake, I took a picture. Do not judge me. Or do, whatever. Haha.
My return journey was funner still, because I've never travelled by a sleeper bus - and that too for 18 whole hours. I am never travelling by semi sleepers again - this is coolness.

Pune is the same. Dusty and lifeless. I have static in my hair again and flaky dry skin. Placements are on, so everyone looks clean and bathed. A little prayer for a certain someone. Hope you get a great job bugger. And I love the corporate "ch**t" look like you put it. Sell out, but only for a bit okay?

*pics later.