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So, I'm sitting here at my PC thinking that it's been a long
time since I wrote something. And I still can't think of anything to
write about. So, as all self-indulgent writers do, I write about
something I know the most about - myself. Not the most interesting
topic, I know. In my defence, the words self-indulgent were mentioned.
I spent so much of my time with a certain set of ideas about love, life, the universe and Edward Cullen. And then, I grew up. Edward Cullen however, didn't.
I grew up thinking that being an adult would mean unimaginable freedom. It would mean finally being cool, being awesome and surrounded by shiny, happy people. Of course, this would probably apply to everyone who reads this. But hey, I never said I was a special snowflake.
Times as a child were spent eating Fried-rice in front of the TV (literally one foot away from the screen) and watching old TV serials. We played cricket in my Grandma's living room and Blind Man's Bluff with the maid. And the clothes! Hoo boy! My mom dressed me up in light of 90's fashion a la Rangeela, Chaalbaaz and Nanu from Raja Babu. Of course those pictures will never see the light of day.
Why am I taking all this trouble to tell people stuff that they really don't give a shit about? Huh. Should've thought about that before I started. Anyway, seems a shame to delete everything now. Besides, nothing's more frightening than a blinking cursor.
Anyway, I grew up believing that life just happened. People fell in love. People stayed in love. And luck never ran out. You did too right? What happened to that?
I wish my parents took videos of me as a kid. That way I could actually have something to look at while I cry about my childhood and how I miss it. Ah well.
I feel bad for kids growing up now. They're cynical and spoilt and more self absorbed than I could ever be. And believe me, I am pretty self absorbed.
Plus they don't get to savour Jolly Jelly, Awala Supari, Rola Cola, Parle Poppins and so on and so forth (if I don't get at least one comment related to this, change my name to Baba Namdeo).
My shrink once told me I needed to open up to people easier. I made it too hard for people to know me. I don't see anything wrong with that. But oh well, he's the one with the degree and I'm the one in the chair. So, here goes:
1. I couldn't dance till the age of 5 or so. I looked like a robot trying to do the funky chicken while tripping on acid. No jokes. No really, stop laughing, it isn't funny.
2. Snakes petrify me to the point where I start crying if I see one. I sob like I just lost a pet or something.
3. I have a system of classifying people - those better than me and those who I'm better than. Rarely do I find someone more or less equal, but that can be due to the fact that I barely know what I'm all about to begin with. Don't ever ask me where you belong, I won't tell. And stop wondering.
4. I'm really uncool. Or at least by normal cool definitions, I'm the equivalent of band geek combined with special ed scoliosis girl. I love pop music. I read spiritual books. I have been loyal to Britney since the start of her career and forever will be. I was horribly unpopular at school - literature loving blob. And for two years of my life, I was "blonde" just to fit in.
5. More often than not, I'm lonely. Even in crowds. Even with friends. So lonely.
6. I think I have freakish hands and feet. Seriously, those toes look like they belong to another species.
7. I'd love to believe that people like Edward Cullen exist. I really do. Unfortunately, I can't. I tried to believe it for a while. Then I just felt stupid.
8. I almost always feel stupid, when I remember my possessive attitude towards my innocent Love. I swear, to never be a typical girlfriend again.
9. If I make a lot of jokes, it means I'm nervous. Mainly cause I'm not really a funny person. I just hate awkward silences.
10. I love love LOVE cheese fries. Unfortunately due to the blob situation, every time I eat some, I want to kill myself.
11. I'm hopelessly bad at math, physics, accounts; science in toto. I have actually tried to learn (not formally) about the above four. I suck.
12. I have actually read all four Twilight books. And eight out of ten Princess Diaries. Eh.
So yeah, I'm done with typing now. But since, I can't end this abruptly, I'm going to say goodbye now.
Goodbye.
I spent so much of my time with a certain set of ideas about love, life, the universe and Edward Cullen. And then, I grew up. Edward Cullen however, didn't.
I grew up thinking that being an adult would mean unimaginable freedom. It would mean finally being cool, being awesome and surrounded by shiny, happy people. Of course, this would probably apply to everyone who reads this. But hey, I never said I was a special snowflake.
Times as a child were spent eating Fried-rice in front of the TV (literally one foot away from the screen) and watching old TV serials. We played cricket in my Grandma's living room and Blind Man's Bluff with the maid. And the clothes! Hoo boy! My mom dressed me up in light of 90's fashion a la Rangeela, Chaalbaaz and Nanu from Raja Babu. Of course those pictures will never see the light of day.
Why am I taking all this trouble to tell people stuff that they really don't give a shit about? Huh. Should've thought about that before I started. Anyway, seems a shame to delete everything now. Besides, nothing's more frightening than a blinking cursor.
Anyway, I grew up believing that life just happened. People fell in love. People stayed in love. And luck never ran out. You did too right? What happened to that?
I wish my parents took videos of me as a kid. That way I could actually have something to look at while I cry about my childhood and how I miss it. Ah well.
I feel bad for kids growing up now. They're cynical and spoilt and more self absorbed than I could ever be. And believe me, I am pretty self absorbed.
Plus they don't get to savour Jolly Jelly, Awala Supari, Rola Cola, Parle Poppins and so on and so forth (if I don't get at least one comment related to this, change my name to Baba Namdeo).
My shrink once told me I needed to open up to people easier. I made it too hard for people to know me. I don't see anything wrong with that. But oh well, he's the one with the degree and I'm the one in the chair. So, here goes:
1. I couldn't dance till the age of 5 or so. I looked like a robot trying to do the funky chicken while tripping on acid. No jokes. No really, stop laughing, it isn't funny.
2. Snakes petrify me to the point where I start crying if I see one. I sob like I just lost a pet or something.
3. I have a system of classifying people - those better than me and those who I'm better than. Rarely do I find someone more or less equal, but that can be due to the fact that I barely know what I'm all about to begin with. Don't ever ask me where you belong, I won't tell. And stop wondering.
4. I'm really uncool. Or at least by normal cool definitions, I'm the equivalent of band geek combined with special ed scoliosis girl. I love pop music. I read spiritual books. I have been loyal to Britney since the start of her career and forever will be. I was horribly unpopular at school - literature loving blob. And for two years of my life, I was "blonde" just to fit in.
5. More often than not, I'm lonely. Even in crowds. Even with friends. So lonely.
6. I think I have freakish hands and feet. Seriously, those toes look like they belong to another species.
7. I'd love to believe that people like Edward Cullen exist. I really do. Unfortunately, I can't. I tried to believe it for a while. Then I just felt stupid.
8. I almost always feel stupid, when I remember my possessive attitude towards my innocent Love. I swear, to never be a typical girlfriend again.
9. If I make a lot of jokes, it means I'm nervous. Mainly cause I'm not really a funny person. I just hate awkward silences.
10. I love love LOVE cheese fries. Unfortunately due to the blob situation, every time I eat some, I want to kill myself.
11. I'm hopelessly bad at math, physics, accounts; science in toto. I have actually tried to learn (not formally) about the above four. I suck.
12. I have actually read all four Twilight books. And eight out of ten Princess Diaries. Eh.
So yeah, I'm done with typing now. But since, I can't end this abruptly, I'm going to say goodbye now.
Goodbye.
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