confessions of a coffee junkie......

well well... we are back to that time of the year again.... resolution time... and introspection.... two of my least favourite activities..as they raise many questions but no answers!! (atleast im honest!)

well the year has gone by and what have i done with it?? progressed..yes most certainly... grown up.... i hope so....


INTEROSPECTION:


well some of the things i have done with 365 days:

1. made new friends...this is a big thing for me... i dont trust people easily so..... score one for me.
2. i am finally doing soemthing i want to.... and actually enjoying the process of learning...
3. downloaded awesome music courtesy friends...and because of my love for it....
4. partied hard.... ;)
5. blogged... and in the process grown up and made new friends.... and well percieved a lot more.
6. had my first modelling experience and what an experience it was....
7. learnt how to stitch under pressure....and not crumble under the pressure...score 2.
8. kept in touch with my closest friend though states seperated us....its so damn easy to get 'out' of touch...damn!
9. read more books....more indian fiction, more classics, harry potter....and quite a bit of shit in the process...
10. learnt to appreciate hindi music again....
11. dropped my very expensive cell phone quite a bit of times and now trying to sweet talk dad into getting me a new one! hahaha ;)
12. relations with parents have reached an all time low.... sad i know....but im not trying any more.
13. but gotten closer to my brother though that is a huge plus point... we are a tag team duo... hehe....
14. learnt to say no more forcefully and effectively might i add....
15. used abusive language more than polite conversation would permit!! hahaha..... and still do ( so sue me!)

RESOLUTIONS:

1. learn to drive!!
2. not take people for granted... i have lost too many that way...
3. go to mangalore. soon.
4. make a sincere effort to be in touch with friends...old and new...
5. throw out my present teacher at college. bitch.

that is it for now. will get back as to how many of those were effective.....

lo...behold.

there are certain moments in a person's life when in one second or even lesser than that, previously amibiguous thoughts, actions and words suddenly make sense.... its more commonly known as a moment of epiphany.....

well iv had many of these and the regret that follows these 'moments' is momentous in itself... *sigh*.....

well the most memorable is when i was thinking of a name for my blog.... many cliches came to mind...but then lo behold this name struck me...it is very me...the concept of destruction aimed at one'self..just to prove one measly point...yeah more often than not its not worth it but...well

as i write this another epiphanic?? moment strikes me straight in the head...... i realise that i set myself up for disappointment...i dont want to get close to people yet i crave for that elusive familiarity with people, that it is almost frightening.... im like when did i get so clingy??!!!!

i do this time and again...get close then cut and back away....very self destructive tendencies....its like i want it all on my own terms and if i dont get the way i want it then fuck offf....im not interested.

as i write this yes i understand i sound shallow, but that is not where im coming from... i think essentially its insecurity talking here...and need for self preservation above all else.

a very epiphanous day over all i must say...

groupism

now that the feel good 100th post is over back to the angst that im more familiar and comfortable with....

p.s : point to be noted is that judgment is not being passed on anyone...these are mere observations that have been made... and i just felt the need to vent.... so no offence mean't. so hopefully none taken.


.........was talking with my friend today and was wondering why it is that most of the parents in my generation seem to have sort of...like given up on their children.... there have been two extremes in behaviour.

group one: they collectively give up on their children like collectively...just say fuck it..and well as a result sex, drug rock 'n' roll...and god knows what all.... the consequences of which will be experienced in the years to come.

group two: well they continuously doubt their childrens ability to learn, grow...there by creating an environment of mistrust and bitter resentment... well my parents belong to this group... and yeah im dying to leave.... the psychological repercussions of this are aldready being felt... i am no longer interested in communicating with my parents. i do not like my family... and there by effectively i donot have a support system.....as personally i feel that there can be no relationship without trust.
so when the trust does not exist then what is the guilt in breaking it???


of course there are those eclectic people who do not belong to any one category....they sort of seem to find the balance and there by keeping some semblance of a family together.

the thing about this whole situation that disgusts is the complete hypocrisy that has become synonymous with the indian family/ middle class.

the most frequently asked 'what will people think?' like who the fuck cares what people think?? whose life it?? and there by with such nonsensical excuses the family members are effectively trapped in a never ending cycle of hatred, resentment and bitterness..
the concept of openness and honesty does not exist.

rather than watching their children grow up i would humbly ask the parents themselves to 'grow up'.

its partay time!!

well this is my 100th post... yeah!! not that i am too excited but yeah blogging is one thing that has kept me sane through this completely, insanely stressful year....

first and foremost college exams are almost over...and tomorrow officially we are planing to throw out our teacher...cause she sucks.

then i hope to get to spend more time with the people i like....hoping your reading this thangu....and tika ......it is awful to know that both these 'homies' of mine had come down to chennai ages ago but i couldnt meet up with them cause of my exams and other things...

anyway as of tomorrow good times will be here to stay... as i am not going to college till they replace that loser we call a teacher!

and yeah plan to explore the meagre nightlife that chennai has to offer and dance the night away...but these are all plans made in heaven! in reality im tired with these exams and actually just want to curl up and sleep...and read...eat.....tv!!!.....music.....blog.....read.....watch movies....meet tika and thangu... oh yeah and maybe finally move my ass to gym...yeah right.

like i have said before i am a simple girl.....small things keep me happy... the rest are all but frills that just make life a more attractive prospect.

anyway heres to successfully lasting almost a year and completing a 100 posts...cheers.*clink* ;)

fight club

how often is the fight not worth the effort??
its very easy to back out...
but to invest in a relationship....then back out...
there is no winner.

im walking away from the troubles in my life....
but for how long is what im wondering..*sigh*

disconnected.....

looked outside your 'busy' life??
while your making money....life is passing by...
its called priorities....double check yours.
get them straight...and through your skull..
work hard. party harder.
nice philosophy.
living or existing is the question.
or better yet do not answer that,
your face says it all....
working. saving for that rainy day..
day to day....year after year.
now the rainy day is here..
you are enjoying the hard work..
i guess not.
life is calling.
where are you?

en vogue....

well yesterday was an experience!

a close friend begged me to model for some of the designs that she had to showcase for a contest.... being the sucker that i am for friends i agreed....
in the process had a whole new experience, made some friends, enjoyed myself, and shed some inhibitions ..

to begin with the choregraphy started at 11.30 a.m..... and the sequence formation was being taught and described.....

1. point one i cannot walk on high heels.
2. i am not comfortable in over the top sexy clothes....(uhhh yes im guessing u get the drift..)
3. and the last but most important point being the drape round whcih was the first one did not ALLOW me to wander around the stage pouting to the audience.... the drapes would freakin fall off me!

oh did i mention the rest of the 5 models had modelled before and i was a novice at this????!!!!!!

anyway as the day progressed i was given a pair of wedge sandals so that i would not fall during the 2 minutes i had to make a stage appearance!! and i wore them the whole day.. the blisters i have today is testimony to that fact!!

lunchtime came by which time the rest of the models and i had built up a good rapport and were pretty comfortable with each other...

now here comes the biggest myth that models dont eat or starve themselves....maybe a few do... but for us lunch was pizza hut pizza's, garlic bread( cheese of course!), pepsi( NOT diet), and icecream... 2 tubs of it among 6 of us.....will post up pics to back up these' outrageous' claims.

then the make up session started.... now this was a revelation for someone who does not use anything but kajal and the occasional lipstick. i will describe the layers in grest detail:

1. layer one is moisturizer.
2. then base. LOTS of it. my face looked a tad too lifeless after the base coat!!
3. then the concealer to take care of our dark circles and blemishes if any. then add water to blend everything.
4. then the powder.
5. blush.
6. mascara.
7. kajal.
8. eyeshadow.
9. lipstick.
10. then a final coating of powder to 'seal' everything in place!!

did i mention this process is fondly called as war paint?? also i must mention the process took like 20 minutes to complete and over 25 minutes to emove at the end of the show!!!

the reaction to the new me??? "different..","maybe you should stand in the light then we can get a better look!".....right!!!!!!

then came the hairstyling which for me by god's grace was pretty simple just a little gel then i was done.

then came the best part the draping. which took hours. and i was poked, pinned, stapled and what not. btw all concept of modesty, decency, and decorum was left outside the dressing room.

everyone was screaming, yelling, harried, stressed, stripping, changing, and getting draped into the elaborate costumes.

then came the first round, and then the second. im not goin into great detail because.... it was all a blur to me, i remeber the judges, my friends mum smiling at me, my frozen look, and well the camera bulbs flashing...... of yeah and we all forgot a sequence......

my friend did not win.... yet i thought she did a phenomenal job considering the time constraints, and the model changes and all.... and i thought her outfits were the best!! hehehe. and the model too..(but of course)..

at the end of the day i learnt more than i would ever learn if i just sat on my arse at home and watched tv.

let me be........

i am what i am.
what i am mean't to be.
circumstances, events and people...influence me.
i am the one who chooses...
life or death, happiness or misery,
friends or enemies, good or bad.
every decision is born from a choice.
right or wrong is just a matter of perspective.
worship me, or cast me aside....
but, respect my right to have, an, opinion.
and respect the fact that i have one.
donot talk down to me.
i am not, dumb..or deaf, or blind.
its just that my indifference is mistaken for arrogance.

let the past be.
let the differencesgo,
let it all just rest.
and, please...let me be!

friends for life.

well what can i say about the two weeks that i have spent?? well i have partied, danced the night away,been involved in fights galore...blah blah blah. in the process made new friends. i do not know them well but yeah we have had fun....

usually me being well me....i would not usually go for any of this.....but yeah i have opened up a bi more and that has made all the difference.

so i guess here's to life! *cheers*

what do i say about college?? it sucks.

my classmates are the only reason i even venture out of the house.....anyway that is it for now.

aashiq banaya aapne...

my recent craze in music genres seems to be hindi music. 2 months back i would not have known the heroes now i know the lyrics to the songs!! this could also be because hindi musik these days has a hip hop flava! my fav song over the past few months is "aashiq banaya aapne" - slow version. i have to specify this as most of these songs have a disco version or remix that could get very annoying!

the words of this song are very beautiful, and i feel that somehow songs in the regional languages are more poignant and meaningful, and perhaps more soulful than english numbers. this particular song comes from a movie of the same name. now the movie i would not watch (not even if you paid me). but i have listened to the song over a hundred times. i serious here.

maybe its a passing craze like the hip hop craze i had. short of thinking i was one of the homies i was into 'da music'. the music is what drwas me towards songs...and there is something truly haunting about the music and the way the song has been sung.

the beauty of the song lies in its simplicity, sincerity and honesty of the words. after a looonnnggg time a hindi song im listening to time and again.

Puddle Of Mud!!!

well i learn't today that i have been reacting all my life!! i am not doing anything very drastically different now..but...atleast i learnt a bit more. i react to people, incidents, emotions, actions.....well you get the drift. and i also follow the motto: every action has an equal and opposite reaction. hence the very self explanatory title self destructive rebel.

now that i have learnt this of myself i wonder if im going to change...at all... i do understand that its human to react but when the reactions control my emotions...i guess i know im in over my head! every time i ponder wether the action/ reaction is right or wrong....and it does not help that im indecisive as hell. weighing in the pros and cons time and again, the time to react/act would have passed. thereby effectively leaving me with no choice.

so... i drift along...sometimes i feel i epitomise the modern day hamlet, to be or not to be.....now that is a damn good question!

hello.....

well its been some time since i have raved and ranted in this 'very' public blog. but anyway... hey to one and all i have been marooned at home due to the incessant rains like the rest of chennai has..over the past week. anyway my good buddy thangu has come down to namma cennai waiting to meet her, and wellllll....SHOP!!

and i need some help please. any suggestions would do. well i have a mood board to sumit....and my theme is 'synthesis' (the perfect meeting of land and sea, harmonious at times but at times violent........but essentially mutual.....)

now the help part : i need to depict this through pictures any advice??? i have run out of ideas....any help would be appreciated.

anyway that is it for now. bye.

killing me softly......

the great indian joint family has a purpose apparently. a family in general is a support system where trust, loyalty and respect are the pillars on which it stands. festivals are occassions where the family comes together to celebrate and part-take in the festivities, shoving aside differences, and misunderstandings. but what if the one system you count on is more corrupt and vengeful than the world you face / hide from as the case maybe??!!

ok enough of the third person writing. by now anyone reading this post would have known im talking about 'my' family!! ( big surprise)

its amazing how one small change can bring down a pack of cards, so carefully arranged. strong and structured in appearance on the outside, but hollow, and without stability or substance from the inside. this is a fitting metaphor for the world that i inhabit (be it in family or the habitat i dwell in). please do note: these are not bitter rantings, but almost cynically detatched observations. my friends would know. i would like to believe that i am not apart of that system, so PLEASE indulge me. this is my diwali gift to myself.

anyway....the cards i was telling you about...well the small change came yesterday, the day before the great indian festival diwali. a small naughty, ball of fur a fawn coloured 29 day old puppy. who we decided to name gubby ( short for greedy gubbins - a personality trait). we ( bro, dad and me) got him as a gift for my mum, an animal fantic. my grandparents (but, ofcourse!!) detested him.i think unconditonal love scares them. they cannot control the puppy with money, or manipulate its affection hence they cannot dictate who the puppy loves or dislikes.

around 11 in the night the dislike manifested into hatred for the poor defenseless creature. ultimatums were issued (the dog or us), threats (you can all leave the house), and omnious silences and glares punctured the aldready polluted air. you would think we bought home the devil wouldnt you??

then dawned the beautiful diwali morning, and it was an unspoken decision that the puppy would have to leave. all this despite copious tears and promises to care for him from my side.

i am very upset, sad, angry and frustrated. not at my grandparents (them i hate), but at my father. this is the man who runs a company that exports products, he has hundreds of workers working under him. and this man could not speak one word in defense of the poor puppy. not one. he just said :"bapma (grandma) wants the dog gone and thats it....thats final" whatever happened to sticking by the ones you love?? im guessing poeple in my house have never heard that charity begins at home. there is no plausible reason why they would not want to keep the dog. we have a huge house, servants, people at home all the time, and a huge garden.....u name it. but there seems to be a shortage of love over the past 20 years or so. so maybe that is it.

the puppy has gone. everyone is acting as if he never came home...except me. i am heartbroken that he has gone. i can still smell him on my t-shirt. i was the one feeding him at 4 in the morning, and cleaning his piss and lulling him to sleep. i am devastated by his loss. his absence speaks more than his presence ever did.

i know i will get over him. like all things in life time will heal, or maybe out of sight out of mind...

but what really haunts me?? what really makes me want to curl up and die?? the fact that no one else would stand up for the 30 -day-old puppy. and they call themselves a family.

fuck you all.

incomplete!

hey.......

today was my full first day in college without my buddy...well it was ok, not bad today since we did not have a class as such.... we painted the class walls woth poster paints due to lack of funds...and patience to fight with the administration.

so we painted stars, diwali lamps, and some crap tht one of my classmates thinks is 'modern art'. its modern alright but art.........;) and then we turned out attention to the glass partitions, and used 'my' paints (note emphasis) and left our everlasting (its poster colors!!) hand impressions on the partitions!!

then we had a competition where we had to design a textile swatch , woth product placement, construction details blah , blah, blah..... and we were like we just started the damn course biatch... anyway the theme was minimalism in contemporary art. and well some of my class mates had never heard of minimalism as the swatches were as oppulent as hindi film ghagras!! but hey wat the hell its their interpretation. we had fun though.

tom is day one of proper college after ;like a month of starting college at various timings like 9, 9.30, 8.30......tom onwards college starts at sharp 8!! so no more sleep. one sleep depreived zombie coming up! and we need to finish our garment construction etc from tom onwards. watever the fuck.

anyway really tired. goodnight.

bleed like me.

you want my trust, faith...my soul.
yet you don't give anything in return.
you want love, lust and longing..
yet, you don't show anything in exchange.

either i give all or nothing at all.
if you would only meet me halfway....
then perhaps we would not, be at this point
i am willing to give...
give in, if necessary.
yet........

its not getting what you want,
its wanting what you got.....

a myriad facets.

"there are a thousand reasons not to go.

you know them all.

there is only one reason to go...

and you know it too.

its called life.

don't waste it counting to thousand everyday.

just do it." - (behind the cover of a book i have)

why is it that the forces in the universe conspire to create an event in your life only to remove its essence later on?? is it to give you a taste of what all life can offer you?? sort of like a fucking twisted version of baskin robbins 31 flavours?!! maybe 'they'(the forces)believe in the philosophy its better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. whatever happened to the good ol' ignorance is bliss?? uh?? anyone? *sigh*

the reason behind this self imposed depression and angst is that my good friend and saviour in college is shifting to another college. the reasons are numerous enough to warrant another post. anyway....i was wondering how i am going to motivate my self to go to college from next week onwards. earlier atleast she was there. someone to laugh with, bitch with, and moan with (but of course) and well basically do everything with.

its amazing how soon i can get attached to people, and things, and events. i never pictured myself in my own mind as sentimental or overly emotinal. but i guess you learn something new about yourself everyday..... but this attachment to objects animate and inanimate is scary. whoever came up with the concept of loved and lost never included the concept of heartache and pain.

here i am not just talking about my one friend but all my friends over the due course of my student life and otherwise. it is very sad and scary cause in college we remain inseperable and make promises of keeping in touch yet ......time and life in general i guess have other plans for us. and well from then on taking timeout becomes a chore. then friends become mere memories to be admired in photo albums and, objects to become nostalgic over.

i dont even understand the need to meet to part ways!! ok maybe its a test to test strength of charcter, maybe fate, destiny whatever you may call it. i donot understand the concept. and more importantly i donot have any solution to it. ( me and my need for control)

when i started college itself i was very disconcerted to have to make friends all over again. its very demandng to bare your soul open everytime. and have it trampled over. and to be nice to people all over again.

i crave routine. yet routinely get bored with it. yes yes i know contradictory is my middle name. routine is nice at times. safe. yeah that was the word i was looking for. often safety becomes synoymous with boring. well at times the mind needs a safe haven to retreat to when cornered. or in case the experiment backfires...... so hence my need for safety and stability.

well to conclude i have to say thank you my friend for enriching my life and brightening up my day for the past two months and being my safety zone. wish you all the best at the new college.

*muah*.

" there are a thousand reasons not to go,

you know them all.

there is only one reason to go,

and you know it too.

its called life.

don't waste it counting to thousand everyday,

just do it!"

flipside

well reading a post written by a friend made me think. and well i came to this conclusion. she had written about the lack of a relationship between the teacher and a student in spore. well sweetheart there are two sides to the same coin.

case no 1 well we mass bunked on one bright sunny morning, and the teacher panicked. cause she would get axed so she called us on our cell's (yes we chat) and asked us to move our asses to college. point being most of us did go as she guilt tripped us into coming. thereby successfully spoiling our beautifully planned rebelion

point is that a relationship/s as the case maybe have their plus points and their minus points. sometimes we get too emotinally attached, sometimes detached.

but i guess its up to us to decide if the relationship is worth the heartache or not.

wake me up when the damn week is over.

well the week went by pretty fast. but ask me the same question during the week then i would have stared blankly at you besides hurling abuse...... this week we are going to learn the art of making a mood board and we are going to make 14 types of mood boards in class. a mood board is like a collage where you can draw, paint, color, stick picture etc....its to draw inspiration when we actually begin creating outfits or garments or whatever.

the weekend was boring...tika came home. looking at her sitting on my bed eating bondas, having coffee and all like we used to back in college reminds me of the old times. the dozens of times we have sat in the same position opposite each other in my bedroom..talking about everything or nothing at all. itjust says how comfortable you are with someone, when you dont have to talk at all....to fill the silence.

anyway my teacher is down with chicken pox! i like her but atleast we do not have afternoon class for sometime!! but im positive this will be compensated wth classes on satrudays after she recovers!! sooobbb. but atleast this buys us some more time to do our patterns, and illustration drawings. ;)

that is it for now. bye.

Update

lack of sleep really kills my day. i slept very late yesterday, and HAD to get up early today as we are having a guest lecturer till next week ( btw we have a project also due next week!!, and i dont know the topic. figures naa??). anyway...point being now im really sleepy and just want to laze around, and then it will be one vicious cycle till the end of the week. and then ill be spoiling my weekend!! sob!!

anyway my good buddy tika is coming down this friday. really looking forward to unwinding with the ladies. and just chilling out. and she will be pleased to know that im enjoying what im doing. since she keeps telling (unsuccessfully) to enjoy what i have.

i guess its not about getting what you want, but wanting what you got. ummmm.....
nice philosophy. anyway practicing it time and again. a huge improvement from last year!

btw does anyone know how to delete the damn unwanted comments that appear on the posts ??? any advice will be appreciated!

Q & A.

acceptance is hard.
i cannot comprehend the question..
let alone formulate an answer.
as i grasp at vague obstacles..to stall answering
you are waiting....
perhaps for that elusive answer,
perhaps for me to fail.

yes. i am at a loss for words.
but, there are a myriad different options in my mind.
i won't disappoint. i have failed.
i donot know all the answers.
as said before i donot understand the question.
perhaps i am waiting for myself to accept the failure.

i donot know.
maybe will never know.
..or rather not admit.
but for the moment........
i dont understand the question.