This is to let you know..

..that my blog will continue to house terribly mokkai posts. Live with it.



Last read- The Kite Runner.
Impressed. Muchly.
After reading Khaled Hosseini, everything else seems lacklustre and bland. Profoundly moving and poignant.

*spoiler warning- if you are V or if you have not read the book, do not read the next two paras*

I don't know if its just me, but I've always found myself affected more by things I COULDN'T relate to, as opposed to things I could. That totally blows the 'sympathy-empathy' discussion doesn't it?

For example, in 'A Thousand Splendid Suns' (Khaled Hosseini's other effing brilliant book), I recall myself being extremely disturbed by what 14 year old Laila had to go through. That was nothing compared to how I felt when arguably the strongest character in The Kite Runner cried. The characters are sketched out so darn beautifully that you can't help marvelling at Hosseini's writing prowess. Written predominantly in Amir's point of view (lapsing into Rahim Khan's POV only in one solitary chapter), the writing is unapologetic. The Kite Runner is simply one of the very few books I've read that didn't have solely black or white characters. Amir's thirst for redemption and the way he uncertainly embarks on his journey to repair his flawed self is so real and so richly described, you could reach out and touch the story with your fingers.

I seriously can't do justice to the book without relying on clichés, so read it yourselves.
Rating-****1/2

Last watched-Jodha Akbar.

I was one of the VERY few people who liked the movie, I note. Not that I've seen many period love stories, but this will be the best. Now and forever more. I'd do anything to get these stupid Tamil-dubbed versions out of Coimbatore and the Hindi version back.

This is the second movie where I was actually pleased with the way Aishwarya Rai carried herself and yes, without that 'pancake on her face' (The first was Guru). Jodha is the kinda of woman you can't help but look upto. The independent lioness, yet the meek kitten. The fiesty lass, yet the dutiful family-bound daughter.
The role of Akbar seems chalked out for Hrithik Roshan, and I say this not only because of his drool-worthy, oh so sexy abs. Pshaw. Funnily, before the movie released, I was of the opinion that while Hrithik'd make a convincing Hindu ruler, he didn't really fit the bill when it came to Akbar. This was based on the pictures of Akbar I'd seen in my history book, mind you.

The chemistry, needless to say, is brilliant. She is colour to his black and white, pink floyd to his rage against the machine, the unperturbed iceberg to his hypersensitive nuclear reactor. Cha, *I* wanted that with *MY* soulmate!



LOOK at him. I never really liked him all that much before, but LOOK at him! *prises eyes away from screen with great difficulty*

Catch it with friends. You will not regret it.
Rating-****

Random Thought- What if Aishwarya Rai's dad had named her Atulaa?

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This is a fervent plea for comments. So please do oblige.

Mind eet!

I've never really understood the need for SMS lingo. I mean, I do understand that you do a lot of things with your fingers say, stick them up your nose, but when you're using a keyboard, it won't kill you to type in 3-4 extra characters will it? Hey, it sure keeps those fingers in shape!

Okay, check this-
"hiiii ur 2222222 swt.. i lv u.. frds 4vr!!!"

That was just an example, but I don't see the message coming through, do you?

A woman, without her man, is nothing.
A woman: without her, man is nothing.

The teacher said the student was a fool.
The teacher, said the student, was a fool.

Hence punctuate.

Sunday

I know I'm plagiarizing this from my other blog, but whatever. I felt like I needed this on the new one too. Oo by the way, did you happen to know that Princess Leia's only 5 foot nothing?!

*Yeh Ishq Hai-Jab we met*

God, I KNOW that there was a time when I couldn't possibly bring myself to listen to stupid commercial Hindi movie songs, but unfortunately when I told my dad that most of my music was gone, he downloaded 300 HINDI TRACKS for me. And that is that for now apparently.

I have a huge stock of Kisses at home now. Oh and Oreos too. I was thinking, instead of the clichéd wedding ring, the guys should think about giving their little hearts a lifetime supply of Lindt or something. No wait, I AM too much of a bling lover to pass a ring up, but hey anything works.

Talking about Kisses, picture this.
Michael J Fox-ish man- Hey, wanna kiss?
Woman- Sure! (puckers her lips expectantly)
Man- (Drops a Hershey's Kiss into her hand and walks off)

Hahahaha.

WHAT YOU COULD POSSIBLY SAY WHEN SOMEONE/SOMETHING SAYS HE/SHE/IT LIKES YOU-

Hmm, toughie. You could probably blush and paw the floor with your toes. You could maybe tactfully change the topic or if you luckily happen to be at a party and are serving the martinis or something, you can just say, “Oops, gotta keep passing!” (Not that it’s ever happened to anyone I know, but I just thought it would be an interesting way to escape intense embarrassment). In the remote possibility that you like the person in question, you could squeal and jump up and down on the balls of your feet. You could say “Ditto.”(Ooo my favourite! *grins and bats eyelashes* My way of paying homage to Patrick Swayze in ‘Ghost’). Oh yeah and Han Solo! “I know.” is by far the classiest reply someone can come up with!

Now, trust me when I say I’m not condoning the drastic rise of the ‘not-single brigade’ and please, please believe me when I say I’m pro-relationship! It’s nice to have an emotional rock to lean on and blah blah, but yeah, don’t center your life on whomsoever you asked-out/proposed to/like. Lawl.

And if you’re ever in dearth of ideas on what to say, just go “Look, your Worshipfulness, let’s get one thing straight. I take orders from just one person- me.”

So, yeah, Han Solo IS a nice blank-space-in-tête-à-tête filler. And yes, this was the randomest post ever. All I can say is I was inspired, Your Honour!

Princess Leia and Han Solo forever. <3

StupidRandomThing

Rules:
1. Put your MP3 player on shuffle
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. You must write the name of the song no matter what. No cheating!

I got this from some random blog. And it is rather fun to do. And the fact that I am utterly bored does not matter. A bit.

IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY?” YOU SAY?
Go to Hell (Megadeth) – i'm like awesome!

WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
Wrathchild (Iron Maiden)- Hahahaha.

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Cure for the Itch (Linkin Park) – pardon?

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing (Aerosmith) – hahahahahahahahahahahaha!! :D

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?
Here Is Gone (Goo Goo Dolls)

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Desperado (Eagles) - gethu no?

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Hello, I love you (The Doors) – YAY!!

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
Here without You (3 Doors Down)- um. *sniff sniff*

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
World Wide Suicide (Pearl Jam)- ok, WHAT am I to make of that?!

WHAT IS 2+2?
Ocean's Avenue (Yellowcard)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?

Don't Go Away (Oasis) – true, this.

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Truly Madly Deeply (Savage Garden)- i LOVE this song. Freaky how the whole thing actually makes sense for me!

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Falling Slowly (Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova)- Um. yeah. That's fine.

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Somebody To Love (Queen) - *beatific grin* Are you reading this Mr Soulmate?!

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
The sound of silence (SnG) – hahahaha, yeah RIGHT.

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Hey you (Pink Floyd)- say what?

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Chura liya hai tumne jo dil ko (Yaadon ki Baaraat)- hmm, I just might.

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Bleed the Freak (Alice in Chains) – I would like that. Really.

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Clocks (Coldplay)- Um, close enough?

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Llama Song Tamizh (A.V.A)- hahahahahahaha :D

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Sweet Child o' Mine (Guns n' Roses) –Oh yes, my baybeesss!!! Come to meee!

WHAT SHOULD YOU POST THIS AS?
Don't go away (Oasis)- Ok. If you insist.
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Random Thoughts- My phone looks like a sophisticated soapbox with buttons.

And I can't seem to type in anything but italic. HELP!

1/6th through the year.

This is what you'd probably call a late new-year-ushering-post.

Last year and in the year so far, loadsa things happened. Many people met, many laughs laughed, many thoughts thought, many opinions expressed, loads of time wasted. I turned 14, I reinforced faith in my beliefs. I learnt that no one is worth your tears. Those who are simply won't make you cry.

I keep cursing the system of late, though it thoroughly doesn't help one jot. An unnamed student of arguably one of the best colleges in Coimbatore tells me that a Professor of his unabashedly said that merit would soon hold no merit in college admissions in the years to come. :-|
But that IS a while away, so I'm not thinking about it for now.

I continue to derive pleasure from the little things, my music, talking to my people,
eating sinfully indulgent chocolate, stealing online in the middle of the night and many more which I am incapable of remembering right now. *blushes* Oh yeah, thats ANOTHER thing I meant to rectify in my flawed self- I take these little pleasures so much for granted that I don't even recall what they are. All I know is that I'd be lost without them.

On the other hand, 9th standard is slowly trickling to a close and somehow, this makes me apprehensive. Possibly because I've not been playing up to my strengths this academic year or because the people who're rubbing in the fact that next year will make or break me are actually getting to me.

Misunderstandings galore. I hope they get cleared up for good this year. Fortunately, most misunderstandings patched up all by themselves, the frost melted, the walls broke down.

Through everything, I've been a nice girl. I think.

To all of you, who have loved or hated me, who have stood by me or walked away, those who have been nice or mean, who have helped me or stabbed me in the back, thanks.
If I'm happy-happy and all contented today, its because of each and everyone of you. Thanks again.
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Random thought- "Who're you?"

The difference a tiny apostrophe can make. *sigh*

good times

I was just looking through my 3rd standard personal diary. Yes, I did have one back then and yes, I used to write in it diligently every day. With a little box in the right bottom corner filled with illustrations of me and ugly caricatures of the other people in my life, no less.

I'm actually getting a little teary eyed right now, thinking of K's thread ceremony (explained in minute detail in The Diary), my "project" about world peace, my crush on that spiky-haired sixth grader, my first major fight with J, the first time I got the 4th position in class, et al.

I seriously can't believe I used to be that innocent and un-conniving.

In retrospect, I'm coming to realize that I was best as a kid. Finger painting, strange storytelling, kai-thutthu eating (for the uninitiated, mother/grandmother dropping bite-sized portion of your rice into the middle of palm for you to eat?), playing house-house, ship-ship, caravan-caravan. Brilliant times..

I'm such a misfit in the bigger world. Sometimes I want to rest my head on my grandmother's lap and let her run her fingers through my hair and magically make things better. But yeah, even the wanting is indulgent, sadly.

The 12th std public exams start tomorrow, and for some reason, I'm getting nervous. Good luck, y'all! I'll actually go to the temple and plead for some divine intervention, not that you peeps need it.

I need

more people in my life I can be myself with. More people with whom I can be simple, dumb, crazy. weird, all in all, myself.

People who don't openly gawk at what I say, people who don't cringe when I tell them how much they mean to me, people who understand.

Today's the birthday of one such person. Have a great year, ge.

Today will be a day of new beginnings. I will study my ass off and actually vent my feelings on my blog and not on my alarm clock/sister.

I really mean the studying part. REALLY.