Uh Oh



I might soon turn into someone who enjoys nothings. It isn’t inevitable, but its simply so  convenient. I need to find my way out, though this isn’t a maze. The peace midst absolute chaos and vice-versa, I can’t figure out which one it is.  Too bad. 


Till Next Time,

Find Me Something Eventful To Do (NoteToSelf).



Happy Monsoon To You!

Monsoon is here and  while I can’t go out because its raining too heavily, all I can think of is sneaking under a blanket, sipping hot coffee and watching the television. A good movie perhaps. Lovely music would just add to the charm. Speaking of good music, here is a song for you. Sit back and enjoy.

A little mischievous are you

A little innocent are you

[A little mischievous are you 

A little innocent are you 

Yeah But this true if

Ours’ life are you ] —–(Multiply with 2. Use a calculator is necessary)


My breath’s chime are you

My make-up kit are you

My eye’s wait are you

My dignity My pride  My respect are you

[A little unfaithful are you

A little devil are you] —– (Multiply into 2. No using calculator this time.)

Yes but this true is

My God are you

A little ummm *think hard*

Ummm *think*

Ummm Ummm *think*

Ummm Yes yes yes

Hmmm mischievous 


Till Next Time,

Keep Smiling.


She Is Just Not That Into You

I have had enough of ‘If a boy pauses a game for you, marry him’, ‘A girl who loves football is a girl worth keeping’ etc. So I thought I would make a list, myself.  A list for guys, for a change. A list that might help you verify if a girl is into you or not.  So, you know if a girl is seriously interested in you:

1. If she chooses to spend time with you over shoe shopping.

NO girl ever

2. If she texts you while she is in a gossip session with her girlfriends.



3. If she is almost as tall as you, but doesn’t wear her favourite pair of stilettos when she is going out with you just so that you don’t look shorter than her.



4. If she supports a sports team just because you do, besides knowing nothing about the game.



5. If she allows you have  a say on a dress she is planning to buy and actually considers your suggestion (If you have any to offer, of course.).



6. If you are ‘Rashmi, Seema or Priya’ to her mother while you are on the phone with her.



7. If she texts you while her nail art hasn’t dried yet.



Well, if you haven’t noticed any of them, she is just not that into you.

Lamp Post

This incident occurred when I was 5 or 6 years old. We had to buy a particular kind of sweater that we knew was easily available at a store situated in a very busy lane. When we got there, we saw that the parking are right in front of it were occupied. Hence we had to park a few blocks away. We got down and began walking towards the store. I heard someone call out my father’s name and when I looked up, it was a family whom we knew approaching from the other direction. I can’t remember what, but I was keenly observing the woman. So keenly, that I walked straight into a lamp post. And bam! A metallic lamp post, perhaps twenty times my height and chilly because of the cold winds. (We were heading to buy a Sweater, remember? hence, winter was approaching.) I could now see nothing but the lamp post. In a few seconds, I could hear all “Daada aand”, “Awww. yentha aaytu” (What happened?) and “Thoodhu nadapereg aapuja?” (Can’t you see and walk?). It was wasn’t the lamp post, it was the cold lamp post, it wasn’t my face being slammed against it, it was the unasked attention, the queries; I began to cry. Then I heard giggles. That didn’t really help. My mother was rubbing my face to ensure it was nothing serious. (Mothers! 🙂 ) . I stopped crying withing a minute though. My parents chatted with the family friends for a few minutes and then we went ahead and bought those sweaters. (Navy blue ones. We had to wear either blue of white ones to school, to match the uniforms)
A few years later, as I looked back, *dramatization alert* I realised that I had clearly cried because I was embarrassed. I couldn’t let that happen. Embarrassment is pretty much a way of living (For me. Boo). I couldn’t let such petty issues get on to me. Then I said to myself *over dramatization alert* If you let yourself get flustered by every stupid thing that happens around and to you, you shall and nowhere. And here I am, stolid and ever so shameless. Shameless is certainly not a derogatory term. E*Epiphany entrance theme* I wish I could be a little less practical and more carefree though. I should work on that.

put into the head

Till Next Time,
Keep Smiling.