The dull, throbbing light from the laptop.
The sharp, pounding pain in my head. The dinner burning with a vengeance in my stomach.
The wave after wave of Japanese and Korean pop music my playlist is chucking at me.
Alright World, you win. I can't get the fuck to sleep.
Now I'll probably stay up till 2am, pondering about the significance of Oxford Commas, or crying my eyes out to some Radiohead song.
Someone up there must really, really hate me.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Happy Diwali from the Maiti/Sarkar/Biswas household!
It's that time of year again.
There's that familiar, choking, sulphurous odour in the air; thick smoke clouds the streets which are pitch-black, save for the loud explosions, whizzes and the bright orange glow from the same at random.
Wartime? Nay, think again.
This is Diwali in a nutshell.
Here's wishingall of you some of you whoever gets to read this a happy festival of lights. Buy new clothes, eat calorie-laden sweets, burst crackers. Whatever floats your boat, i guess.
On a completely different note, however: I've never quite understood the concept of buying new clothes for Diwali. Sure, okay, so you want to dress up for the Lakshmi Puja (Kali Pujo for us bongs). That's swell. But lighting crackers while you're wearing your precious Mysore Silk saree, what have you, is ridiculous. Go ahead and wear one anyway, if you want to burn yourself alive, while i laugh at you in my old, crappy pajamas, armed with my agarbatti.
Nah, kidding. BUT SRSLY.
Right. I'll take my leave now. I must go burst crackers till my lungs pass out, set off Mr. Neighbour's car alarms, and claim my right to light the fuse on the 1000-wala. It's Diwali, so it's allowed.
I guess.
Whatay fun.
There's that familiar, choking, sulphurous odour in the air; thick smoke clouds the streets which are pitch-black, save for the loud explosions, whizzes and the bright orange glow from the same at random.
Wartime? Nay, think again.
This is Diwali in a nutshell.
Here's wishing
On a completely different note, however: I've never quite understood the concept of buying new clothes for Diwali. Sure, okay, so you want to dress up for the Lakshmi Puja (Kali Pujo for us bongs). That's swell. But lighting crackers while you're wearing your precious Mysore Silk saree, what have you, is ridiculous. Go ahead and wear one anyway, if you want to burn yourself alive, while i laugh at you in my old, crappy pajamas, armed with my agarbatti.
Nah, kidding. BUT SRSLY.
Right. I'll take my leave now. I must go burst crackers till my lungs pass out, set off Mr. Neighbour's car alarms, and claim my right to light the fuse on the 1000-wala. It's Diwali, so it's allowed.
I guess.
Whatay fun.
Monday, October 3, 2011
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Melancholy Molly and the Infinite Sadness/Sickness.
1 October 2011.
I hate October.
Okay, so i don't hate October. Who could possibly hate it, what with the advent of Autumn, leaves turning regal shades of golden, warm blankets, Halloween et al.
And my birthday's just a little over a month away too. Oh joy.
It's just that every year, October always brings with it a smorgasbord of diseases which i'm most likely to get.
Flu, fever, bronchitis, laryngitis, food poisoning...I'm a sickly kid.
It's hardly fair, is it? I mean, the extremely grueling two-week period of mid-term exams had just ended yesterday. Party time, right?
Wrong, apparently. I have to sit home with a raging viral fever, acute pharyngitis and tonsilitis while everybody else is out on exotic vacations, celebrating the end of mid-terms.
FFFFUUUUU-
On the bright side however, I can finally start reading all the novels (26, to be precise) i have stockpiled since the summer. Yay.
I hate October.
Okay, so i don't hate October. Who could possibly hate it, what with the advent of Autumn, leaves turning regal shades of golden, warm blankets, Halloween et al.
And my birthday's just a little over a month away too. Oh joy.
It's just that every year, October always brings with it a smorgasbord of diseases which i'm most likely to get.
Flu, fever, bronchitis, laryngitis, food poisoning...I'm a sickly kid.
It's hardly fair, is it? I mean, the extremely grueling two-week period of mid-term exams had just ended yesterday. Party time, right?
Wrong, apparently. I have to sit home with a raging viral fever, acute pharyngitis and tonsilitis while everybody else is out on exotic vacations, celebrating the end of mid-terms.
FFFFUUUUU-
On the bright side however, I can finally start reading all the novels (26, to be precise) i have stockpiled since the summer. Yay.
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