18 and forth.

Hello, one and all. I would like to blog today about some things i learnt from my 18 years of living and breathing on planet Earth. They say that when a child comes out of the mother's womb, it cries because it is not yet ready to face the world. But i was one of those few children who never cried when they came out of their mother's womb. I guess i was forewarned by God when i was in mummy's tummy (see what i did there?  Well in case it isn't clear, i rhymed.) about how harsh the world out there was going to be, and that it would be a man-eat-man world. And what God told me wasn't wrong at all. I'am not here to preach about how i have lost my faith in humanity (which i haven't) and talk about the various issues plaguing this planet drenched deep in corruption and crime (which it incidentally is). I would just like to talk about what i have learnt from meeting various people and walking through the various paths and stages in my life. I learnt at the age of 2 that no matter how many times while learning to walk, you're still going to rise up and keep trying until you master the art of walking, which is quite the achievement at that age of infancy. I learnt at the age of 7 that some things, in my case a chocolate (which was a big deal to me at that age) will slip out of your hands and your life and it happened because there is something better waiting for you in life ( i got 10 chocolates for losing one. Ha.) I learnt at the age of 11 that even though you fall from a height and hurt some part of your body, which in my case was my head after i fell down from a stone bench to the ground, your vulnerable body part will heal and that you're definitely going to be okay, and not end up like actor Vikram in the Tamil movie Pitamagan (okay, no offence intended, just trying to give you an example here.) I learnt at the age of 15 that it's okay if you're not able to perform well in your school examinations, because your ultimate knowledge is to be used in the examination of Life and trust me, the examination of Life has questions that very few can only answer. If you have to be prepared for that, please go through the Bhagavad Gita. It's the book that tells you your purpose in Life.( I came over all philosophical there for a minute, but can't help it.) I learnt at the age of 17 that it's okay to be rejected by someone you had a crush on, and it's because God is writing a better love story for you in indelible ink. And at the age of 18, i learnt that not at all people will be nice to you. Some people will seem really sweet on the outside, but their intentions might be only to manipulate and use you as their tissue, and even if you have been used by somebody, it's okay to feel hurt and rebel, but it's even better to rise above it all and move on. I learnt that when you unfriend a person (Facebook or real life, but here i'm talking about reality), it's not always wrong, and remember, it happened only because this person would have never been the right sort of company for you and even if you had forced these thoughts out of your mind, they will hit you back on the face because you are hanging out with a person your heart and soul dislike. I learnt that if this person you broke your friendship keeps talking ill of you to others, just ignore it, because there is a saying which goes by "Empty vessels make the most noise." And i learnt not to diss the opportunity to get into an amazing bond of friendship with someone else, and not think that every person i consider a friend is just another xerox copy of my ex-friend. I learnt to trust again those my heart told me to trust, and i haven't had my trust broken. And i know that my life's boat is to sail further to a future awaiting me, and i hope that i remember all that i learnt through my 18 years. Because it's going to be 18 and forth. 

Earphones were invented with a purpose. Like DUH.

Earphones. That long, thin wire with two small ear bud like thingies (whatchamacallit) in various colors (the ones with soothing colors to the jarring imma-slap-you-right-in-your-face ones) and shapes and in various brands, from the ones which make us go, "Oh it's so cheap and i'm SO getting it!" to the ones which make us go, "Holy Mother of God! That costly?!", fascinating so many people. Now, now. Why WERE these earphones invented? Well, the first reason they were invented was so that we could listen to music in peace. I hate it when people travelling in public modes of transport start playing songs loudly with lyrics which go something like, 'Cow dying, Man eating, blah blah blah'.(For those of you don't what song this is, it's a Tamil song called Nakku Mukka. One hell of a song. And the word "hell" is used in two different contexts that i think you might have figured out). Why do these people play the songs loudly? To grab attention? To display in public their tastes in music? To impress that girl sitting across them, who most of the time would end up not giving a shite about the song or the person behind the song playing? Sad, i tell you. Another reason why earphones were invented was for talking on the phone peacefully in privacy, with another person not intruding in to the conversation. Some people will take their phones out in one suave and stylish manner, but when they open their mouths, you are one gone case only. They will yell at the top of their lungs about how their boyfriend's sister's best friend's sister's boyfriend ran away with some other girl. I want to ask such people this question, "You think you're one big pista or what?". I mean, when someone purchases one basic phone itself they'll get a pair of earphones. Then why not invest in a pair of earphones from any brand from Skull candy to Raja Ramaiyyah blablablah? That will give you even more of a stylish appeal and it will save other people's other people's ears from getting deaf with the 100 decibel voice you're employing when talking with someone on the phone. So next time you're talking on the phone with your boyfriend/girlfriend and your nosy parents or relatives drop in to ask you who you're talking to, or when your cousins wink at you in an uber-irritating manner and ask you questions which make your cheeks and ears go pink with blushing, your earphones will come handy. After all, they were created with a purpose. Like DUH.

THINGS TO DO WHEN YOU’RE ALONE AND BORED AND HAVE NO ENTERTAINMENT AT HAND.

OKAY PEOPLE, FORGIVE ME, FOR THIS POST WAS TYPED IN ALL CAPS IN MS WORD, AND I'M TOO LAZY TO RETYPE IT HERE AGAIN. SO I JUST "CTRL-C, CTRL-V"'ED THE WHOLE THING. 
SO YES, IT IS“DEATH-LIKE” WITHOUT A TELEVISION, COMPUTER OR A CELLPHONE. *SNORTS*. BUT USE THESE TIPS ONLY WHEN YOU ARE LOCKED IN ONE ROOM WHERE YOU HAVE NOTHING BUT YOURSELF FOR COMPANY WITHIN FOUR WALLS(YEAH, I’AM JOBLESS ENOUGH TO THINK OF ALL OF THIS, OKAY.) HERE THEY GO =>

1)        THINK OF THE ONE PERSON YOU HATE AND IMAGINE ALL SORTS OF SITUATIONS WHERE YOU GET TO KICK THE OTHER PERSON’S BUTT(LITERALLY OR OTHERWISE, BUT OTHERWISE ONLY IF YOU DON’T REVEL IN VIOLENCE[SOME READ IT AS CHICKEN-LIKE QUALITIES, I.E, LACKING COURAGE])

2)        START A FINGER DRAMA. DON’T GET IT? NEITHER DO I. JUST KIDDING. FINGER DRAMA IS NOTHING BUT SPINNING A STORY BETWEEN YOUR FINGERS. FOR EXAMPLE, YOUR INDEX FINGER IS THAT BITCH YOU HATE, AND YOU’RE THE MIDDLE FINGER, WHO IS STRONGER, AND GETS TO SHOW HER THE “FINGER”. GET IT? HAHAHA. HAHA. HA. OKAY FINE, I’LL ADMIT THAT WAS LAME. BUT DO YOU HAVE ANY OTHER ALTERNATIVE TO ENTERTAIN YOURSELF? NO, RIGHT? SO SHUT UP AND DO WHAT I SAY ANYWAYS.

3)        STARE AT THE WALL. SET A GOAL, LIKE, “I’LL STARE AT THE WALL 30 SECONDS STRAIGHT WITHOUT THINKING OF ANY THOUGHTS.” TRUST ME , THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE A CONCENTRATION-IMPROVING EXERCISE. AND YOU THOUGHT I WAS THIS BRAINLESS DUMB FEMALE, NO? HA!

4)        RHYMING WORDS. THIS IS SOMETHING I LOVE DOING. TAKE FOR EXAMPLE THE WORD, “CAME”. START THINKING OF WORDS WHICH RHYME WITH THIS WORD, WHICH GOES SOMETHING LIKE, CAME, DAME, FAME, GAME, LAME, NAME, SAME, TAME, BLAME, FRAME, ETC. FUN, NO? OH! FUN, SUN, BUN, NUN, OH.. AND… ERR, I’D BETTER SHUT UP.

5)        TALKING TO YOURSELF. NOW THIS, MY FRIEND, IS ONE OF THOSE DEEP THINGS. DEEP STUFF. WHY, YOU ASK? BECAUSE, IT CAN BE OF TWO NATURES: A) SPIRITUAL B) STUPID. CAN BE A HELP TO THE PATH OF SELF-REALIZATION, AND ALSO SELF-GLOATING OR SELF-PITYING, FOR INVARIABLY OUR MINDS ALWAYS STRAY TOWARDS THAT ‘STUPID’ DIRECTION ONLY. WHATTODO.

6)        MAKING UP YOUR OWN LYRICS TO SONGS. IF YOU’VE WATCHED MANY PARODIES ON YOUTUBE, YOU’D HAVE GOT THE HANG OF IT. MAKE UP ANY KINDA LYRICS TO SONGS, LIKE, “I LOVE POTTY AND I CANNOT LIE!” OR SOMETHING OF THAT SORT. AND IF YOU WERE EATING WHILE I TYPED THE ABOVE-MENTIONED LINE, WEELL, IMMA BE SORRY. SORRY LIKE A BEE. A BEE LIKE A BAAWSS. BZZZZZ. B] (PS: THAT’S THE “IMMA BE A COOL BEE” SMILEY)

7)        TALKING IN DIFFERENT ACCENTS. TRY THE BRITISH ACCENT (READ ANNOYING), THE AMERICAN ACCENT, THE TENNESSEE ACCENT (MY PERSONAL FAVE #2), THE FRENCH ACCENT (MY PERSONAL FAVE #1), THE LOCAL INDIAN ACCENT (OR AS I CALL IT, THE MALLIPOO XXXXX) (PS: DON’T EVEN ASK ME WHY I CALL IT THAT, BECAUSE I HAVE NO CLUE MYSELF).

8)        MEOWING. THIS IS STRICTLY FOR THOSE WHO LIKE CATS, OR ATLEAST DON’T FEEL LIKE STRANGLING CATS WHEN THEY SEE ONE. OR MORE CATS. MEOWING LIKE A BAAWSSS.

9)        TRY THINKING AND TALKING “THE RAGE COMIC” WAY. THIS INCLUDES A LOT OF TROLL-FACE MAKING, SAYING “LIKE A BAAWSS” AND “FUCK YEA” AND “Y U NO…” STUFF. IT CAN BE FUN. AND THOSE WHO CALL RAGE COMICS DUMB, WEELL, JUST IGNORE THIS ONE.

10)   AH, THE LAST AND FINAL ONE, SLEEP. IKNOW IKNOW IKNOW, YOU MIGHT THINK I’M DUMB FOR SUGGESTING THIS ONE. BUT WHEN YOU FALL ASLEEP, YOU PASS HOURS ON END WITHOUT EVEN KNOWING WHAT YOU’RE DOING, AND HENCE, YOU WON’T GET BORED. POINT MADE, NO? WHETHER YOU SAY YES OR NO TO THAT QUESTION, I WILL SAY POINT MADE ONLY. SO CHI PO( THAT MEANS, JUST GO).

OKAY, I WILL END THIS BLOG POST BECAUSE I HAVE TORTURED YOU PEOPLE ENOUGH WITH ALL THIS NONSENSE. OR, IT MIGHT NOT BE NONSENSE, AFTER ALL. 

BOOK LOVERS, AHOY!

First of all, i would like to wish all those reading this post A SUPERCALIFRAGILISTICEXPIALODOCIOUS NEW YEAR! =D Just in case you didn't know, that's one of the most catchiest songs EVER. =D Well, getting back to the topic. What is it about these books, that enchant book worms like me and the rest in the world? I'll tell you what it is, it's the smell of the pages; a faint smell which elevates my senses, it's the rustle of the pages; a sound so crisp, yet so soft, it's the feel of my fingers on the smooth cover of the book, and the touch of my fingers on the pages. It may all sound so poetic, but ask a book lover, and they'll tell you what i said above, along with an additional detail or two. Book lovers or book worms, how do you identify them? They are the ones that always(well, most of the times) carry a book around in their bags, and as soon as they get a place where they can seat themselves, you'll find them lost in the book, oblivious to their surroundings. They're the ones that have that intense look on their faces while reading, because they're already a spectator in the book's story, watching the life spinning around the characters. Have you ever noticed someone, anyone in a crowd, suddenly laughing out loud, with a book clutched in their hand? Yes, that's the book lover you just spotted. They have a smile on their faces, when they read something amusing or heart warming, they're the ones whom you'll find dabbling away a tear or two when something tragic happens to the characters, they're the ones who'll brood when the story was just deeply disturbing, or the story has come to an end. The ones who'll incessantly talk about books to anyone who'll listen to what they have to say, with sparkling eyes and a wide smile. The ones who'll be lost in the world of stories, but who still keep themselves rooted in reality. The ones who can amuse you to no ends with their own imaginations and creativity they acquired through reading the numerous they have lived and loved. The ones who will suddenly go a little quiet, and when you inquire about their silence, you'll find out that they've been thinking about something they've just read, or they're just building up stories of their own. And DEFINITELY the ones who sometimes talk to themselves(well, i guess that's just me). I could go on and on about book lovers, but i leave the experience of meeting a book lover to you, and see how the world around you transforms itself. =]