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 wishing all 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.

Chee. What crap I've written in the past few days. Atrocious. :[

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.

Ugh. Rage. Sadness. Emo Simple Plan lyrics.

Everyday i'm losing a part of myself. There's so much work to finish, and looking at most of my peers slogging away at their respective coaching classes AND completing their other chores as well, makes me wonder:

"What the hell am i doing with my life?"

Everybody's so organised, or at least when compared to me. And what of me? I feel like I've been dropped right in the middle of a huge quicksand pit, and there's chaos blooming all around me. It's like, sink or don't sink. Either way you'll still be stuck in the middle of the pool forever anyway.
And right now, i feel like i've sunk pretty low. :[

Meet Louie.

"Cuddly and warm, these calming creatures reassure me in the days of doubt when fears fly before reason and the world looms bleak instead of beautiful. The Teddy bear, all things to all ages, all sizes for all preferences, symbol that all is right with the world if one only believes."

Everyone should get themselves a teddy bear. Why, you ask?

• Warm, cuddly, reassuring and full of love. A Teddy bear is all of these things.
• Their hugs are magical. Even if your day has turned out to be a glorious pile of shit, just one hug from a teddy bear will make you feel like a happy ray of sunshine.
• Teddy bears don't judge you. Isn't that reason enough?
• Teddy bears are the ultimate confidants. Nothing gets past them. And they don't reveal your secrets to the world either, like diaries do. Goddamn diaries.

Chuck your boyfriend, hug a Teddy bear!

Nah. Kidding, of course.

But srsly.

So here i am, glorifying Teddy bears when i myself don't own one. I'm such a hypocrite, non?

Truth is, my teddy bear isn't so much a bear as a tree frog. :)

Meet Louie. He's like any other teddy bear, except greener and more tree frog-gier. He may not be an omnivore, but he is just as lovable. :cue aww-ing:

Louie is sitting on my head as i type this out. He approves of this post.

Completely Accurate.

"Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish based on its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid."- Einstein.

Some of us were talking about reforms in the educational system yesterday. Thought i might share. :)

O HAI THURR.

It's been a while, non?

Things have changed. My old phone broke, and it's been replaced with an iPhone. Period.
So obviously, my loyalties have shifted quite a bit since i wrote this entry, professing my love for my Walkman. My brother owns it now. It's for the best, I guess.

Walkie, you will always hold a special place in my heart. <3
:cue tears and aww-ing: