What a Day.....!!!!

Oh.. it was indeed a tiring day.. both mentally and physically...(guys please dont intend any puns). Appearing for a 5 hour long eligibility examination can actually very effectively stir the hell out of you. But at the end of the day, when i sat back, and gave myself the very own, sweet little precious introspective session, i thought the day wasn't that bad actually. Exams went well, although qualifying through it is a big question mark, yet its always good to realise that it was the best you could do. Satisfying, very normal it may sound, a very general term indeed, yet in no respect it is submissive. Believe me guys, this could be either treated as an overstatement or an out pour of a very tiresome mind. No one can expect this coming from a girl who appeared for an eligibility test on sunday, came back home with a not so enduring share of cold coupled with cough and soar throat, and what awaited for her back in home was the most unexpected of all. Dreadful could be the appropriate vocabulary to describe the sight. The Mummy Returns...! Yet today, inspite of not so special events unfolding one after another, i feel good.

It may sound highly literacious if i say that a surge of energy and encouragement from an unknown source seem to fill me up. Very unusually i broke away from my daily dose of afternoon nap, my tiny horns popping up again and myself in a good mood to listening to some decent music. I believe its the sight of the Mummy/ Medusa that reinforced me with the lost energy. I strive for the look of despair that appears in her face with my every success. I love to see her mourn when her bad omen fails to come true. Today the hunger is revived. I know i will have to wait a little longer to see that super looser look in her face , but as they say...sabar ka phal meetha hota hai.

P.S : M done as of now, cos if yu gotta kick d fuckin ass of Medusa, u gotta get ur ass down to work. So herein i end as my P.R. notes awaits for me.

o mere sapno k saudagar...!

A mind bespattered with the stains of tension for an unpredictable future. Hands aching because of the disdainful exam spree. Soul trying to fly off to some distant utopia. And yes here i am, very successfully landed to the city of loosers. Being a girl of..........ok lets not get into that, and dreaming about a perfect date if not a dreamboy, actually very successfully places you in the category of loosers. Yet it really doesn't bother that much to me which could successfully hinder my sweet mushy dreams to occur. Generally a wety weather like this would serve as an appropriate parameter to set my mood in the off mode, more so when it is coupled with the apprehensions related to the forthcoming dread termed as exams. Yet today is different, somehow the rain has played its trick on me too. The spell is well casted.

Well, i like to believe that i am unique. With different set of goals and aspirations i take a wholesome pride in distinguishing myself from my peers, if not at least place myself with a statute to look down on others. But my intrinsic value is still the same. My tiny horns pop up to see others perform better than me, i completely dislike when i dont get my due share of enjoyment whereas others do, and most importantly...yes even i have my dream boy..although he found his survival in my dreams only, yet there are days when i wish some fairy mother or God sent angel to appear in front of me, and turn him into reality by the spell of her magic wand.

A simple dream, no different from those nurtured by many girls. A man of my dreams, perfect gentleman, responsible, good looking, well built (oh yes! a good physique is of utmost necessity).A man who would have the passion as well as humour, pride as well as innocence,moolah and humility. Rare combination although but as they say, heart is above all reasoning.Melodramatic it may sound, yet the feelings are very true. I often think of some guy stepping down from his Mercedes Benz.. managing himself to get just about a glimpse of mine, and then mesmerized with my simplicity (talking about beauty would be an overstatement, i like to believe myself to be very modest) he falls head over heels. He would make every effort to win my love, fight almost every menial & virtual battle for me, and then take his victory lap showing off his victory trophy to the whole world (thats gotta be me ofcourse). He would take me away to some distant dreamland and then.................... well censored.... lets say we would live a perfect life happily ever after.

Now that i have successfully managed myself a good oppurtunity for mobilising ample teases, and criticisms, i feel it is the correct juncture to end my blog with.

Bitchy Me...!

Today when i woke up in the morning every thing was just the same. Complete imperfectness was stretching its arm after waking up from the slumber along with me. Mom woke up just a few minutes later followed by the other members of my house. Thus it was the very regular connotation that my Sundays were no different from the rest of the days of the week. Nothing inspiring at all. So i pulled up my socks and took up the herculean task of cheering myself up all upon my own shoulders, which has by now effectively become akin to shoulder weights, this time alone it was different. My every effort for today was directed towards making myself happy. Waking up each morning with the feel of "My life Sucks", has become a common phenomena of my life. So i hooted for spicing up my life a little. This phenomena is here to stay for sometime now, i understand. But as the saying goes - the night becomes darkest when the dawn is just about to break. Hence contesting this phase is like a challenge, and i took up the challenge quite spiritedly. If happiness doesn't come knocking , then devising your own harmless little methods to reach to it is never an evil.

I started hunting for ways to cheer myself up, since nobody else would bother a little to make me smile. I almost came on the verge of putting up an agenda for the day. To start with a very healthy and tasty cup of tea made by mom - minus her scorns, followed by a sweet little rendezvous with "friends"- a perfect antidote to my mood swings. What followed next was very unworthy of any mentions, thereafter a debutant parameter to my "feel good list" - The diary of single girl, emerged successfully and kept me wondering how would it feel to see a 6' 3" - well build pilot hunk sans clothes. Gosh this indeed brought a croocked smile on my face. Thus the bitch in me popped out a little and here i was, geared enough to pamper myself and manage a little dose of bitchy session for myself. Bitching once in a while can be real stress buster. More so when you are present in the session yet you remain a dormant member.

So here i was ready to hit the road. Manicure... CHECK, Pedicure...CHECK, Homemade Facepack.....CHECK, Refreshing Bath...DOUBLE CHECK. Partying with friends seemed a distant mirage with my exams just a week away. So i resorted to oiling my tiny-mini horns (peeking just about to stay invisible) with my relatives instead. Parents always like it when out of blue moon you accompany them to their relatives, exams become no more a concern then. After all i was fulfilling family duty.

As of now i feel reloaded with confidence. Freshly energized I did peek a little to my yet to complete syllabus, and having completed scanning through my computer notes successfully, i feel that its just a matter of days that the key to the outer world will be in my hands. I need this energy to last at least for few days , thus the bitch session is of utmost importance. So people i bid adieu , so that i can dress myself up for the much needed session. Will keep posting the developments of this journey called life. (Sounding cliche at the end can help mobilize few accolades ;-) ..)

J'ai un Question - I have a question

With exams almost pulling a knock-knock game on my doors, my mind seem to meander in the meadows of some unknown leisurely world. No please, do not mistake me to have voluntarily submitted to any new course of infatuations (which modestly i had just a handful to experience) , instead its a phase when your mind ends up into an acute discomfort zone, losing all its connection with your heart. Whether it is due to the overdose of prolonged 'duty fulfilling spree', or just a need of break from the daily schedule, i know not. But one thing that remains undeniable is that it has chosen to itself the worst time possible. I have almost attained an undesirable immunity to the pragmatic philosophies of life.

So this indeed is the status quo of my life. Very sad state of affairs. Waking up every morning at 7, religiously watching the telecasts of 'friends' , and then pull up my socks and get ready to deliver sermons to the students. My life is caught amidst all sorts unpleasing activities. Trust me getting relegated to machine from human does not always feel quite nice. To add to my woes heat plays a its role very effectively than ever, the scrorching sun seems to suck out all my stored energy just like it is shown in a famous advertisement. Health Drinks cant be a solution to this. Occasional jaunts to facebook and twitter are refreshing, but the refreshment also starts to stink once the anxieties of future makes its foray.

The sting of reality just bit me. I have to complete my syllabus. Hence, just like most of my pleasure time ends abruptly so does this blog. What do I do?????