Ideasyncrasies

I’ve just finished The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger. And I’ve cried again. I’ve read it while I’m supposed to be immersed in Economics, and it’s so different and beautiful after those Jude Deveraux books that i read at the rate of one per day, just…because. I’d be ashamed for anyone to know I read them, although they are nice, for that genre. Anyways, back to The Time Traveler’s Wife, in the midst of the benefits of monopoly, and I realize this is why I want to write; because, in all honesty, I really don’t give a shit about Economics. Let’s face it. Today, tomorrow, if the world doesn’t end, maybe a hundred years from now even, people will do business to earn a profit, and someone will be earning shit loads of money, and be intensely unhappy or happy despite or because of that. And someone somewhere will be struggling with a business that’s making a loss year after year, but he will still be at it because he began it, so he has to keep going on because it’s not ok, so it...

There are times when i feel like writing about the people i know, and what i think of them, and why i feel the way i do about something they did, said, or just because of who they are. And then i stop myself, because i know that most of them somehow read my blog and oops! Some of my thoughts are not to be written down for posterity since not everyone has a liver that cna digest 'lohe ke moongfali' to quote my bhaiyya neighbour. lol ! But then again i could say 'A' did this, or i met 'B' the other day. Ha ! as if they wouldnt know who it was i was referring to. And what happens when i have two acquaintances sharing the same initials ? So for a while i'm going to pretend none of you cherished few who read my blog - read my blog. And i shall rant and rave and bitch, oh - and when you meet me pretend you never know what exactly i think about you despite being so sweet and patient to your face. I've never denied that i'm the greatest hypocrite , atleast, ...

It’s easy. It’s not the getting there; it’s the not dying of ennui after you’re on the spot. Its lovely to reach saturation point. You're so full of it that u'd probably die right then and never feel a thing. So there. Just felt like i ahd to blog, and the first sentence just about sums it all up. much love to all who've checked the blog hoping id uopdate something funny, probably will ocne something embarrasingly silly happens, which thankfully it hasnt so far. Darn ! The rut has thankfully ceased, and its been fun. Now i've got to start the outside thing again though. BLECH !

Im back from my long (i dunno wht my brain isnt working so can u fill in the missing word plz). hiatus ? lebbiddee... i'll think about the word later. More importantly, i'm blogging again. The blasts.... Rocked bombay, made me weep tears of joy that everyone i knew n loved was safe, and i spent some horrible nerve wracking moments trying to call the very same loved ones. As usual, i procrastinated, overslept, and didnt go out, or i could have easily been one of the victims. Somehow, failign a math paper, being unemployed, or single, doesnt seem so harrowing anymore. To everyone who called n checked up on me.... i love you too...n thank you for caring so much.... I wont pretend to say i know the solution to these terrorsit attacks, i wont favour this or that political party, and no, i wont say praise the Lord i didnt die or Oh Lord, how sad for all those people who did face this. What i WILL say is... I love bombay. Its a city with people of Spirit. If anyone needs any help, il...

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...

So I finally made it to Goa... Despite the cute guys in the train...(AHH..I can be good at dumb sarcasm)...And the hippie with no chuddi...n the numerous flying cockroaches that got into my food in the train. Loved the journey. Sat at the door of the train ( mum would have fits ! ). ..Hot, hot air blowing onto my face..Like a steam bath... Nearly died of thirst n exhaustion from the heat ....But the view was worth it. Rustic India. Like something from Ruskin Bond. Only in MY words. Not that id want to say I can write with that enthralling simplicity he has....Just.. And I slept all the way...When I wasn't flirting ( Blah) with the karan- like guy opposite me ( refer to Indian soap) who couldn't or wouldn't stop staring...something..You'd think id grown an extra head in the space of the 5 minutes that he'd seen me..Maybe twas the way I fixated my attention on the Thomas Hardy I was so plugged into. Flirting is an art. I admit it. I also admit I am an imbecile whe...