Of typos and plans

Folks!

I'm home. And getting used to typing on the ghar ka keyboard. I miss letters in between words, and I've to keep checking my spellings. I skipped the 'm' in the third word I typed here. 'Folks! I'm hoe' - would have seriously increased my traffic, though. :/

Anyway, so I'm going to be bored and all now. I always come up with a lot of plans for holidays, never have I once, however, even started on any one of them, however bored I may have become. General holiday inertia. But this time, I'm going to do the following things. Pakka.

1. Re-join dance classes.
2. Finish A Brief History of Time.
3. Read Not Without My Daughter, Redeeming Love, and more fiction.
4. Make random craftstuff. I've found blogs and sites on how to make your own notebooks and stuff, and being the environmentalist that I am, I have sheets of paper saved from old books. Most solid plan so far.
5. Swim.
6. Watch a lot of movies. Start with X-Men first class and Hanna.

I just had a discussion with my mom about Bollywood songs aajkal. After a while, after listening to Bhaag D.K. Bose three times, she said 'kalyug hai'. Discussion over. :P But, she mentioned how my nana would always refer to people as D.K. Bose when he wanted to abuse them. Just showing you our ancestors weren't all that golden. :P

Liberation? From what, I liked this place.

Exams got over today.

Somehow I never have that, 'Oh, exams are over', 'let's go crazy', 'let's party', and the rest of that crap. And hence, right now my friends are at hard rock cafe while I'm writing you this. It's probably because I don't get too stressed about exams in the first place to experience such relief when they end. But then, I like to believe that I'm not of those extreme emotions types.

Nonetheless, I went and watched Shaitan today. Anurag Kashyap, need I say more?
Anyway, so the movie was really cool. Very awesome, very snazzy, very my generation will love it, yours will gawk at us type, is how I described it to my mom. It's got Rajeev Khandelwal as the cop. He's pretty awesome. All the other actors are very good too, Kalki, Shiv and Neil come to mind immediately. It's a little slow, but the speed is not what you shoud watch this for.

The background score is simply splendid. It's an assortment of various artists, including Bhayanak Maut, whose earliest memory I have was through mtv. The camera work is simply awesome; they've used like every technique there is, it's gorgeous. And, like thegirlwithoneheart said (make that repeatedly said), there was so much emphasis on every little detail, it was like every scene looked so untouched and natural, totally unlike movies where plaster casts are on the right arm in one scene, and on the left in the next.

Good movie, watch it.

Oh, and and I'm going home tomorrow. For a whole month and a half. The best part is not having to pack all properly like the outstation people, but still, I have no idea how I got so much stuff in this little room in the first place.

Time for mosquito hunting, turrah.

Ahh ...

"I hereby declare that the answers written above are true to the best of my & my friend's knowledge & I claim no responsibility whatsoever for any mistakes. Whatever I have written is truly fictitious & any resemblance with the subject matter is purely coincidental."
This is what I did in today's paper. No kidding. This question came straight from an illustration for a particular section, and I got confused. And the dude sitting next to me, smart guy, but he got confused too. Life is easy, I go mess it up. The professor had told us to read the illustrations 'very' carefully, but who can follow such simple instructions? :P

So now I'm listening to Shine on you crazy diamond, whereas I should subject myself to ... I don't know, I just kissed a girl, I guess ...

You are just an ordinary man in a cape!

Two down, three to go. Yes, papers.
So since Nadal won and Schiavone lost, my exams have .. kinda got ignored. Exam toh hote rehte hain, right? Actually, French Opens bhi hote rehte hain, but let me not see you thinking that. Not that I can 'see' you thinking that, or even see you, for that matter, but whaaa I'm babbling.

So I saw this survey on the net about which superhero people want to be. So I got thinking. I think I want to be Batman. Reasons?

1. He's the only superhero I like; I detest Spiderman, Superman, whatever other funky names there might be.
2. Christian Bale.
3. More substantially, these other losers got these powers and all free mein, luck shine ho gaya. But Christian Bale Batman actually created well, himself. He developed his skills, acquired his machines, he's got the money, you bet, but he's played an active role in being who he is, as opposed to be standing in an entomological museum at the opportune time a spider is going to escape. So I like him.

If I'm something great, I'd like it to be because of me, you know, not because of random shit. Plus, Bale, as opposed to dumb little Brandon Routh and the loser Toby Maguire. But it's going to be Andrew Garfield in the next I heard, that changes things now, doesn't it? ;)

Anyhow, back to studies. Criminal paper tomorrow.

Eggjam aa rahe hai - Bhaago!!

Hey y'all,

It's not a happy day. Tomorrow begin the much-awaited end semester exams. Yayyy? - No. It's Contract Law tomorrow, the syllabus is huge, something we're not used to for this particular subject. Add to that, abhi yours truly ne kuchh padha nahi hai.

I've been reading magazines on the net. You'll be proud to know they were the Frontline and Vir Sanghvi's blog kind. As opposed to whatever you had in mind. :P I have two pdf's and two powerpoints open here, begging for some attention, but draft.blogger.com is like Nadal in front of Karlovic. Oh, did I mention Nadal is 6 time French Open winner??!! I'm treating it like my personal victory, but come on, after 6 years of supporting him ardently, against all opposition (chuckles), I deserve some credit, don'tyathink? Anyway, so he retains the number one spot, which would otherwise have gone to Djokovic . So, all's well with the world. His world. Mine, not so much.

I don't want to study! But then, like my (apparently good-looking) Crim law professor said, when you took up law, you said goodbye to weekends and holidays. He didn't mention awesome food, time to enjoy awesome food, reading, doing NoTh!nG, but yeah, you get the point.

Anyway, before my wingmates resort to physical methods of getting me to study {you're right in assuming verbal (soft < loud < threatening) have already happened} {observe the use of curly brackets} {jeez, whoever named them That, they're so cool} {stop now, Nidhi, stop} So yeah, I should go study now.

Give me joy in my heart, keep me loving, loving, loving

So tomorrow I have my political science presentation.
So tomorrow I have to get my term paper printed.

Remember we used to sing/recite these really corny songs when we were in junior school? I just remembered one that ended with 'Thank you God for everything'. I still remember how we, as little children, with cute voices used to say those lines in the same tune, in the most bored, yet eager to please tone, the same things every day in assembly. I hardly had assemblies in middle and senior school. But I miss singing the national song and 'We shall overcome, someday' - the angrezi version of Hum honge kamyaab. Oh, and marching class, which we all used to crib so much about. It feels so weird to think of those things now; they seem aeons away, like a different life. Perhaps it was a different life.

When people say things like I miss being a kid, and I want to be like that again; naive and trusting etc., I can't quite agree with them. I mean, you're smarter now, and you're allowed to do more things (lol), then why would one complain? We lose our sense of carelessness, they say. Accepted. But about the rest, it's just that we become more insecure of ourselves. That is the only change that really makes us different from how we were when we were kids. From insecurity come jealousy, envy, competitiveness, cautiousness (so you don't lose your position of superiority) and other 'adult' issues. We probably think we have to prove ourselves and our worth to others, but I fear that it's mostly ourselves we want to convince.

Just believe more in yourself, and don't always quantify everything, and you'll be cool.

Try karo.

P.S. Nadal beat Murray, yayy!

Oh, we'll find comfort

The waves flirted with the sand
The snails lost out
They rolled over rocks and turned foamy white
But retreated again,
And the crabs waited.

The clouds play hide and seek with the sun,
You can hear them saying ‘I spy’
While the sun feels cheated.
That moment of no heat is so sweet,
But the sun doesn’t back down; it shines. Again.

Two birds fly behind each other,
Looks like they want to pluck each other’s feathers,
But they circle around in merry paths,
Circle the big tree,
That just watches the fun.

A lover is like that sand, that crab, that sun, that tree,
Forever waiting, wanting the patience to wait,
Not knowing what to wish for
The sweetness of bitter longing,
Or the bitterness of requited love.

'I will meet you yet again'

Today my mind decided on doing no work. Don't ask me, ask it.

Somehow I always get very interested in people who retain so much individuality, it shocks you how they survived, and even lived (differentiating on the basis of spirit, I guess) in the same world you're so fed up with. Or not. Point being, that they just stick to what they think yaar; it's pretty impressive. Like Amrita Pritam: woman lived in Pakistan and India, independence time, left the dude who was giving her a hard time, had two love affairs, wrote two autobiographies, ultimately lived in with a guy younger than her for nearly 40 years. Is that impressive or what?

I wonder if I have the same conviction in myself, at least a similar strength to just do what I want, what I feel like - right or wrong. I wish I do. I mean, obviously, na. But then comes in that whole issue of collectivism versus individualism. If I have this conversation with my parents or anyone from their generation, they're going to have a very typical Oriental response of society before yourself. Crappy hai. Bahut.

Anyway, now I've got to work on not listening to Carnival to Rust on repeat. So bye.


It's all a game, avoiding failure, when true colors will bleed
All in the name of misbehavior and the things we don't need
I lust for after no disaster can touch, touch us anymore
And more than ever, I hope to never fall, where enough is not the same it was before.

P.S. The title of this post is the title of a poem by Pritam. Translated, of course. Here it is.