Ideasyncrasies

Wannabe. Nice word that. I've met so many wannabe's, but like one of my frends mentioned...what about me...i'm a 'don't wanna be' LOL. Ever since i started this blog, ive started exploring other people's blogs. Its fun, and if they're witty, or just informative, its like a small chapter in a book. An insight into someone else's life, or what their day was about, or just their perspective on some issue. Needless to say, you also come across some really awful blogs. Or some like bimbettes, you know beautiful outside, no content within. Ideasyncrasies.....when i created it i intended it to be my public ranting forum. My favourite word idiosyncrasies, and my ideas....and thus i coined the name. My quaint, very unique ideas on life, love, success, failure and John Abraham. Someday i'll write an essay on John's dimples lol. And now, to come to the crux of the matter... I wannabe a writer. I'm no wannabe writer mind you...i just wannabe one. And...

The middle of nowhere says: u know marj The middle of nowhere says: i do think about goa Sunrise says: haan bolo The middle of nowhere says: but i don't wanna tell myself that yeah am going there Sunrise says: i knw The middle of nowhere says: so many times things just fail Sunrise says: its like wht if it doesnt work out na The middle of nowhere says: and then i don't wanna get upset Sunrise says: i knw The middle of nowhere says: so i just steer away from that thought Sunrise says: no expectations, no pain, no regrets The middle of nowhere says: seriously Sunrise says: i knw Sunrise says: let it be Sunrise says: i want u to come Sunrise says: and im not thinking of it The middle of nowhere says: hehe Sunrise says: coz i dont want the pain of going alone Sunrise says: thr Sunrise says: now u see how badly i want u to come The middle of nowhere says: let days pass Sunrise says: yeah Sunrise says: in this limbo Sunrise says: neither here nor there Sunrise says: we're waitin...

Another 52 Books ....if ur as crazy about reading as me... it has nice links... I always envisioned paradise to be some sort of library, with u there, and hot chocolate, and cold chocolate, and you keeping your mouth shut and just being good eye candy, to satisfy my heart and aesthetic hunger, and the chocolate would take care of the rest. Ahhh....freak of nature arent i.....

How i wish i had written this..... Beautiful poetry. By a wonderfantabulous friend. THE BLACKOUT Light shed by a tallow-stick, A quill within my grasp; I scribe on yellowed pages And follow the yen of my heart . In peace and still and quiet, In perfect harmony, I faintly hear a whisper, And think I find the key. It is not wine and dancing; It is not jamboree. Its just a breath of silence And soulful repartee. A sudden pause; And time stands still. Life shares herself As she seldom will. A rare glimpse; a favoured chance, A blessing it may be; To look o'er the edge of the world And see what I may see. And now as my light grows dim, I must no longer tarry; But instead make haste to see That which may no longer be. bran-D

Ohkie...clairvoyancy... is that the term? To continue with the past trend.. I'm Clairvoyant. Two days back, while looking out the window, blabbering away on the phone...i said..darn ! its soooo hot i wish it would rain...and VOILA ! Next morning gentle summer showers pitter pattering on the rooftop, and me unwittingly ( in blissful ignorance ) cursing my neighbour for throwing waste kitchen water out her window again... I walk out to go to college, and get drenched. I was shell shocked. I asked for rain...and i got it ! The next logical thought of course was...Prince charming...but does he come ? nope.. now the good Lord knows better than that doesnt he ..( dripping with sarcasm). Apparently, a sense of humour is a sense of balance... and I know iv been rather dreary lately, but jeez, its hard to retain ur sense of humour when ur sense of balance is threatened ..( i have an ear infection) and life is dishing it out with full force, i'm sick, and certain bird brain's i know ...

Yep, Depression Central...thats what i am. Even unto PREDICTING things going wrong. Never again do i tempt fate like that. Everything is supposedly going fine...theres a nice semblance of normalcy, i even wake up on time.... but its still surreal. Nice and numb. Just like i ordered. Problem is...thats not what the doctor prescribed. Disintegrated and yet coming together. Out of chaos comes order. Or maybe, i just work well under pressure! I was right about the friends though.... there forever and a day... and if iv never thanked u before... Choy, Shirls, Bran D, Abhi ( if ur condescending lazy ass ever reads my blog) and Nicks ( even with the lame ass jokes, ur still a darling) .... thanks ! I bought strawberries today.....yippeeee ...one good thing about lenten fasts is that u can eat fruits... not much scope for other edibles though... But yes, something i'd like to share....my rock when im set adrift like this.... Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things i cannot change,...

Home they brought her warrior dead She nor swooned, nor uttered cry: All her maidens, watching, said, She must weep or she will die. Alfred Tennyson I read this bit from V.S Naipaul's Half a Life.... and somehow it struck... what is life without a little loss...only teaches us to hold on to what we have with even more tenacity, and then dread losing it, or treat what we have with the utmost care and give it the most love...for who knows what tomorrow may bring... I'm sick of that line.... ' who knows what tomorrow may bring..' Well , I know ! Tomorrow will bring me more strength, more friends, more people to share my problems with, a sudden increase in blog viewer ship :D, John Abraham....(if only in my dreams), lots of love, and the realization that I'm still the most precious person in the world to my folks.... the awful epiphany that my prelims are drawing nearer... more temptation in the shape of bars of chocolates n nude chickens roasting on bbq's... ahh..i...

Found this in my old diary. Remembered jotting it down in a hurry, during a social science class..... man ! i miss school.... Be gentle with the criticism.. harsh words unfaze me These are my emotions im discovering For i am captivated by the mysterious the intensity of my thoughts the hidden yearning, the gaping crevices like budding hothouse roses frigidity will kill them so please nurture them with warmth with the sunlight of your soul a clear trail of endless thoughts travailing, leaping...into forever some triggered by memories, or curiosity some nudged by hope And i write, so disarm me with loving kindness Let me cry for gentle words sting my soul MjC

Walking. Something i ABSOLUTEHLY luuurv. Yeah well half of Mumbai doesnt give a shit about what the other half does, every one's so busy, but i do get these puzzled, curious glances from strangers like, what the hell is she doing...the way i stare and gawk at old buildings, mendicants, and then i laugh out loud when something amuses me .........i LIKE Bohemia :D I love south Mumbai. I wish i was a student of architecture at times. But then i see these quaint firms, with weird names in those old, run down buildings somewhere near Fort....and i wonder about what kind of business they do...like who the hell are their customers, do they even get customers.....how long have they been around....and on....and commerce suits me just fine... Spotted this lovely stone statue of a dog somewhere around there. THIS is why i wish i had a camera phone. And then there was this lady at Strand who just COULDNT resist showing off her non -existent cleavage...so i need a cam for perverty pics like tha...

Scrutinize. i like that word. Screw -tee- nize I LOATHE data entry. Bunked college again today. The guilt trip is soooo familiar iv gotten used to it. Now i know how people can take bribes and go on committing mortal sins. You get so accustomed to everything, in the end its just a dull throb...the conscience that so stabs right now... Not really my fault is it. Something's aching to be set free. If i was given a paisa for evrytime i wanted to break free from conventionalism and routine.....man, id dream of marrying Chidu. I mean look at it this way...its only when u got it that u want to protect it right ? LOL.....i WAS talking about money..... but delving into the inner raunchy sanctums of grey matter , well...heres a tribute to ..... The 'N' syndrome.....its not like use it or lose it...more like.. Got it; Flaunt it !!