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Facebook is now officially a celebrity making factory.Three easy steps-join,add friends,upload photos-and hey presto!You have just gained yourself those long awaited fifteen minutes of fame!
How,u ask?'Bullshit',u say?
Well,first things first,don't kid yourself into thinking that all those 59 people who wished you for your birthday (some of whom you've probably never even spoken to) would have made even half the effort had it not been for that one tiny notification on the upper right corner of their computer screens.And really,gmail is STILL an option when you want to 'share' those '22nd time we went to the park' pictures with your friends,family,extended family and acquaintances.Of course,facebook does make things a wee bit easier,doesnt it?Not only do the aforementioned get to ooh and aah at your fantastic stunt on the see-saw,a couple of hundred others do too!AND they can 'thumbs up' it!Oh,and if theyre reaalllly impressed,they might just leave behind a comment or ten!
Still doubtful about the authenticity of fb's new-found identity?Ok.Deep breath.Let me give you something to chew on for a bit,and if u don't like it,you're welcome to spit it all out-if fb had'nt magically converted you into a celebrity,would all those people dying to compare their 'What Sort of Sea Anemone Were You in Your Past Life' quiz results with yours, really and truly give a shit?Tough one,i know,but I'm willing to give u some time.Think about it while i go harvest my crops on FarmVille.And hey,don't even think of denying that teeny weeny glow that lights up your face everytime a 'youve been tagged in so-and-so' notification pops up.Even if it IS just a picture of a love struck zoozoo which so reminds your friends of you.
You have a hotel in miami,a casino in las vegas,10 million USD in your bank account,and thats just Zynga poker.If THAT does'nt make you a celebrity,then I'm sure having random people give "Social Interviews" about you,and absolutely dying to rock that famous boat of 'Fraaandship' with you,does.
Not buying my lil tidbit of information,are ya?fine.I'll post it as my status and prove it.Just you watch me.

naomi says i should write.so....I SHALL WRITE!see,the thing is,i have all this frustration pent up inside me,and its imperative for me to take it all out some way or the other...and the only way i can think of right now is to write..
so there was this personality thingamajig in college today..and i happily went and took part in it,thinking that since i had won the first time,i was bound to win again..but,as luck wud have it,not only did i lose,i actually SUCKED.bigtime.can we have a big round of applause for the loser please!!
neway,i feel better already..thanx naomi!i shall go for my play practice now..and if that sucks too,trust me,I WILL BE BACK!

Ode on the death of a favourite house

Ode on the death of a favourite house

By Thomas not so Grey

I used to love running around in your grounds

I used to love playing badminton in your courtyard.

To the left of this magnificent structure which was once mine

Lies a patch of green

Where I spent endless hours learning how to ride all sorts of vehicles…

From bicycles, to ‘kinetic style’, to, hopefully, before I finally bid farewell-

My dad’s old rusted bike.

With your wooden furniture and red and green floors,

There’s not one thing I won’t miss about you dear house...

I only wish we didn’t have to leave so soon.

For, I know, and always will,

The seventeen years I have spent here are not enough

To truly enjoy you, feel you, love you

And, I am ashamed to admit, use you.

People talk about shifting,

Moving away,

Like it doesn’t mean nething.

‘Its something you HAVE to do some or the other day’, says, well, practically everybody.

WHY? Why now, why today?

Why, at all?

I live, allow my house to.

I breathe; let my house, too!

They’re going to tear apart the walls

Where I used to draw balloons with Camlin crayons,

And, a few years hence, paint balloons with fabric colours.

Where I hung all my paintings,

Where I saw photographs of myself and my family hanging-

Constant reminders

Of the times gone by.

They’re going to cut down the trees

Whose branches I once climbed to retrieve badminton corks

(How they got there, I haven’t yet found out

And probably, I never will.)

The bakery where once I used to treat my friends to ‘rum balls’,

And young couples would come and enjoy, in their various strange,

But still entertaining, ways…

For heavens sake!

They actually have the audacity to ‘kill’ the place where

The man who gave life to me

Was born.

‘If only I could turn back time’

Is a phrase I often use

Not really meaning it.

Today, I say it with all my heart, all my energy, all my soul.

If only I could turn back time, dear, dear house,

I’d make sure you were treated better,

Respected more.

Enjoyed to your fullest potential, and much much further.

No more bursting firecrackers on Diwali in your beautiful verandah.

No more watching 3rd march parades while standing on your staircase

No more direct views of melas happening in ‘Gopal Maidan’

No more leaning on the railing and enjoying the rains,

No more star gazing on full moon nights.

No more running after butterflies in your gardens

No more hurrying to pick up the wind plucked ‘bel’ before someone else could

No more Gypsy, no more Lia.

No more “pranam dadi’s/kaku’s/kaki’s”.

No more,

Of things that meant everything to me.

And always, always will.

As my heart breaks into a thousand pieces…

As I leave your sacred grounds,

My only prayer is that you understand

What you mean to me,

To my family.

To everyone who has ever stepped inside your very depths.

For, today, dear house, I can think of no worse punishment for all the wrong that I have ever done

Than being forced to leave you.

I’ll miss you

And I hope you’ll miss me too.

Love,

Your biggest fan.

one hand in my pocket

I'm broke but I'm happy
I'm poor but I'm kind
I'm short but I'm healthy
I'm high but I'm grounded
I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed
I'm lost but I'm hopeful
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a high five
I feel drunk but I'm sober
I'm young and I'm underpaid
I'm tired but I'm working
I care but I'm restless
I'm here but I'm really gone
I'm wrong and I'm sorry

I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving the peace sign
I'm free but I'm focused
I'm green but I'm wise
I'm hard but I'm friendly
I'm sad but I'm laughing
I'm brave but I'm chickenshit
I'm sick but I'm pretty

and what it all comes down to
is that everythings gonna be quite all right.
- courtesy alanis morisette

reflections of a crazed 17 (and a half ) year old

Another rotation around the axis
Another revolution around the sun
Another sunrise
Another sunset
Yet another year has passed
But life-
It goes on and on and on
Forever.

there are like,exactly three people in the entire world who give a shit about my blog.But three is a good enough number,innit?i mean,when i first started writing,having my work being read by even HALF a person seemed like a huge deal..
there are so many questions each and every one of us has.Questions we know we'll never be able to answer.sometimes,its ok to ask people for answers..but at the same time,there are a few questions better left unanswered..even unasked..
if there was some way i could get some fat,blue genie to fulfill one wish of mine,what would i ask for?(no,i take that back.the genie can be of any shape and size..unless he's extremely good looking-then id be waay too distracted to make a wish.)...what would YOU ask for?i asked a few of my friends this very question,and came across some craaazy answers..and some extremely mature ones as well..ok.dont expect me to tell u what they said.thats confidential information.
But if i had to answer my own question,i'd ask for the power to be able to take back the spoken word..i have a tendency to say things i dont really mean..and ,most of the time,that gets me into trouble.if it really were possible for this wish to come true,my life would be compleeeetely different..
but,at the end of the day,i guess im actually happy with my life...
so,who wants a genie?coz mine's available for free!

ya..i know...its been a loooong time since i was last here...but im not really in the mood to continue the excursion saga,so,shall we move on to something else then?
hmmm...lets see..wat do i write about??ok,a few realizations that have struck over the last few days-
(1) its amaaazing how different one human being can be from the other....no one can put reins on God's limitless imagination..we might have been born in the same year,staying in the same town,studying in the same school,or working in the same office,heck,we might even be from the same family,but we could be as different from each other as chalk and cheese...if thats not amazing,then what,pray tell,is??
(2)surprises are FUUUNNN!!!!ya,i know,u dont need me to tell u that..u knew that already.But this is about MY realizations,remember?
(3)I HATE GROWING UP!and i dont want my neices and nephews to grow up either!there should be a limit to growing up..u know..like,once u reach the age when you're the cutest you could ever hope to be,you shud just stop growing any further....wouldnt the world be a muuuch better place if this nonsensical wish were to come true??
(4)i'm tooooo ignorantly trustworthy.I believe in the goodness of humanity.unfortunately.Coz being backstabbed isnt exactly the best experience ..take it from someone who knows (and who's extremely surprised that she's being so negative,but i guess thats one of the 'perks' of growing up,huh?Do u still wonder why i mentioned point no.3??)
(5)Life can be boring,fun,terrifying,exciting,all at the same time..which might not lways be a good thing.I mean,c'mon.Im lready confused enough,man!now i dont even know what emotion im going through??thats pathetic!

ya,ok,thats enough for right now...5 feels like a good number to stop at..lthough i might just be back with some more so called 'wisdom' in due course of time...so,BEWARE!