From the previous blog you must have gotten an idea of what I think of life. It comes in the middle & it's a finger, go figure. But I must confess I did love life for a whole 5 minutes. Yes, I know, where is your integrity Kaavya? Why can't you stick up for something you believe in? But in my defense, life does that to you sometimes. It sneaks up behind you & goes "Zseeuuu" & you have to love it. The circumstances in which I fell in & out of love may not be as amazing & life altering as you think. I had just gotten out of my tuition & switched on my I-pod( which is now dead, may Miu rest in peace) & I started walking home. It was one of those days where you could feel the weather oozing into you, seeping through the pores in your skin. A light breeze ruffled my hair & the sky clouded up. Deep Market may not be the best place to have such revelations. There's muck & filth everywhere. Kids in tattered clothes standing outside the temple begging for a grain or two, dogs scratching & biting their ass, constant work-in-progress & people spitting & peeing so freely you'd think YOU were intruding their privacy & who can forget the lecherous men who stare at anything without a mustache or maybe with a mustache too, no, not a place for such events . But that day I chose to ignore all the perverts & dirt. That day I chose to look up at the sky while trance music flooded my ears & I felt like I was in a movie. My heart felt passionate for the first time. I wanted to scream & shout, but you can't do that nowadays without being judged so I told myself to calm down. I was smiling without any rhyme or reason & people were giving me strange looks, "Does she know something about me? Do I have my breakfast stuck in my teeth? Damn, I knew I should have brushed", that's what they were probably thinking.
And then as I walked & fell in a deep whirlwind romance with life, I reached home. & there it ended. I still miss you Life. Please come back. I'm still not over you. Take me back. Please, please, pretty please?
I still remember the high, I still remember everything of those 5 minutes, we could still be friends.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Helloooooo(echoes & fades)
The title is the most dramatic thing about this entry.
Life, what is life? No, that doesn't work. I'm a 17 year old kid & I have a very different perspective of life or whatever it is that's been torturing me the day I opened my teeny weeny eyes & started bawling. All of us are going to be doing just what we did when we were born. Cry & whine for no apparent reason. And we're going to sleep. Drift slowly into the magical, ethereal land of dream where your imagination runs wild. Sometimes I wonder if I've woken up yet. People like me also master the art of sleeping with their eyes open, I use this ultra- secret technique which i learned from my Master Kim Jung "Monkey in the shadows" Li in very dire situations like the English class. It takes years & years of practice to master. The basic way is to look like you're concentrating even if you're lost in your thoughts about the Butter Chicken you ate last night. Now, you have to make sure the word doesn't spread. Master isn't computer savvy yet.
I can write, somehow that's the only thing I'm average at. And since I'm not average at many things except making Maggi & planning ways to make kids cry, I thought the only viable career option would be to write. My world is fun if you have an imagination of a 2 year old. This is how my day would be for you, my little 2 year old fan with the amazing premature talent of reading. I get up, CRY(that would be you), I go to school, THE TEACHER GIVES ME A GOLD STAR (again, that would be you pitching in), I come back home, MOMMY MAKES ME CHOCOLATE CAKE(you again), I watch TV, PHINEAS & FERB(that would be me), I sleep, get up, CRY(stop it kid), do some homework, DADDY BRINGS CANDY FOR ME(no seriously,stop), watch TV, MICKEY MOUSE(GO AWAY KID, *gives you a cyber kick on the ass*). Now, my world for me would be everything except the events in block letters.
So here it is, Milky Way(I'm pretty sure the net doesn't spread farther), my world for you in a petri dish for your analysis & yes you can play with the microscope if you want to. HEY! Not so much, Hey! Don't put that red thing in! Gosh, this is a bad idea. But yeah, enjoy.
Life, what is life? No, that doesn't work. I'm a 17 year old kid & I have a very different perspective of life or whatever it is that's been torturing me the day I opened my teeny weeny eyes & started bawling. All of us are going to be doing just what we did when we were born. Cry & whine for no apparent reason. And we're going to sleep. Drift slowly into the magical, ethereal land of dream where your imagination runs wild. Sometimes I wonder if I've woken up yet. People like me also master the art of sleeping with their eyes open, I use this ultra- secret technique which i learned from my Master Kim Jung "Monkey in the shadows" Li in very dire situations like the English class. It takes years & years of practice to master. The basic way is to look like you're concentrating even if you're lost in your thoughts about the Butter Chicken you ate last night. Now, you have to make sure the word doesn't spread. Master isn't computer savvy yet.
I can write, somehow that's the only thing I'm average at. And since I'm not average at many things except making Maggi & planning ways to make kids cry, I thought the only viable career option would be to write. My world is fun if you have an imagination of a 2 year old. This is how my day would be for you, my little 2 year old fan with the amazing premature talent of reading. I get up, CRY(that would be you), I go to school, THE TEACHER GIVES ME A GOLD STAR (again, that would be you pitching in), I come back home, MOMMY MAKES ME CHOCOLATE CAKE(you again), I watch TV, PHINEAS & FERB(that would be me), I sleep, get up, CRY(stop it kid), do some homework, DADDY BRINGS CANDY FOR ME(no seriously,stop), watch TV, MICKEY MOUSE(GO AWAY KID, *gives you a cyber kick on the ass*). Now, my world for me would be everything except the events in block letters.
So here it is, Milky Way(I'm pretty sure the net doesn't spread farther), my world for you in a petri dish for your analysis & yes you can play with the microscope if you want to. HEY! Not so much, Hey! Don't put that red thing in! Gosh, this is a bad idea. But yeah, enjoy.
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