Being a teenager in a world that hates teenagers is so damn difficult. I'll tell you what's sad about it:

1. You're neither a child & nor are you an adult. When your relatives are over you can neither sit with them & drink & nor can you play with little nonsense babbling, drooling, wailing, idiotic toddlers. 

2. You're a stereotypical teenager for everybody. Sulky with mood swings. And your relatives are going "Oh it's all normal at this age." WTF is this age? & people who may be just a year or two older to you will be saying, "Oh, please don't have your usual teenage drama queen episode."

3. You are always, I mean ALWAYS asked about your studies & why you are not concentrating. There are always two responses to your mother's constant rambling about you not studying. 

a) "Arre, nahi, dimaag hai bachi mein, kar legi, jab tym hoga tab kar legi." ( Literal translation: Oh,no, she has brains, she will do it whne time comes. Figurative translation: My daughter's way brainier, poor woman needs sympathy.)

b)" No, beta, you should. Agar ab nahi karoge toh poori zindagi rona padega."(Literal translation: No, child you should. If you don't study now you'll have to cry your enter life. Figurative translation: I don't want her to be the first failure in the family!")

4. Not to mention, the uncontrollable mood swings. Where you're listening to 'Meet me on the equinox' and you're crying along to "everything ends" again & again. And body image issues, you might be placed on a special scale where everything is measured on how non-existent you are but you're still too fat.

5. Everything you do or say is considered a rebellion. You wear black, you're attractin evil. You're wearing something short, you're into boys. Who the hell gets dressed for men? I get dressed only for the girls, because they know how to appreciate good dressing.

6. Your sense of music will be bad at the first go. "My God, what the hell is this rubbish?!" your mother will scream. The next day, she's dancing to it & saying "What is this song? I love it! You should listen to this!"

Well this is all I can think of for now. In short, being a teen is a fucking difficult thing. & trust me this list hasn't even started.

(P.S. Quick Gun Murugun wasn't as good as I thought it would be. My mother baked a cake, it's delicious. My father fought with me over why I didn't share a chocolate with my brother. C'est La Vie.)

*sigh*

Death I

Either the smoke's making me want to write or I'm just internally frustrated. Let's talk about death baby. How would you like to die? Most of you wouldn't want to die but just in case you had a choice. For me an airplane death is out of the question, in fact any incident related to falling from a height is out of the question though I'd love to have those yellow bloating thingies around my neck, while I drift about on the sea watching the ocean claim the aircraft. I don't want anything to damage my face when I die. I mean, what if you take your dead form to heaven or hell. I don't want to have an eye missing when I walk up to the big guy. He won't even take me seriously!
What do you think happens after death? Do you float around in space, do you really walk on fluffy clouds, are you really sent to the incinerator below, do you come back on Earth as something else or do you just cease to exist? I prefer everything except the last two, the other options are more exciting.
Does Satan really have a sexy goatee? Does God really have a white,flowing beard or is he just a meek geek wearing specs who's too scared to enter his own science lab project & is just sitting up there like a coward.
Are there any polar opposites or is there just one guy creating both Good & Bad? Maybe Sod or Gatan. No one will ever know. But I promise, if they give me blogging facilities up there or down there or mid air, I will let you know.
Awaiting eagerly for Quick Gun Murugun. 300 is coming at the same time so I'm utterly confused. Do you watch a South Indian spoof or dishy Butler slaying effeminate men with nose ring to pieces. A close battle, but I'm going with QGM for now because I really need laughs right now.
EMAs are on now so I'm going to go & check them out.
See you when I see you, spirit bloggers
(P.S. I don't really think I've done much justice to the death blog so I will continue sometime)
Till then,
Big Bada Boom( Mila Jovovich in The Fifth Element style)

Ramble,ramble,ramble

As I know, I'm not being read. So, I'm just going to talk to myself. Being me was exhilarating today. Just ran away from home to sit around and soak up the sun as Sheryl says. The world can seem so much more beautiful when the sunlight is straining through your eyelashes & reflecting on your tears & showing you rainbows.
Today's Diwali, the festival of lights supposedly. All I can see from the bay windows is smoke. It's supposed to be peaceful but all I can hear is a miniature bombing of Delhi. I can't say I don't like all the twinkling lights. But wasting a couple of lakhs just to hear & watch the moolah burn.......... not my idea of a celebration. Plus, being the hippie that I am, I hate the pollution & what the noise does to animals. My deceased pet cat didn't seem really affected but that's because he was sleeping peacefully in his grave by 31st October.

 I just had a dream. I had cats called Sushi & Jinkies(yes, like Velma). I hope for a pet again but bringing one into this dysfunctional family of ours is nothing short of animal cruelty. I have a knack for naming pets.Squeaky the bat, Marmalade the orange tabby & Pharaoh, my first & last pet cat (for now), were all my creations. I even helped a friend name his sister-in-law's dog Google. I said Yahoo, he said Google & voila! That's what you call a brainstorming session. Animals are like therapy for me. It just feels good to think that something needs you to take care of it.They're my solace in a mad, mad world. Even though I'm a hardcore non-vegetarian, I can't stand animal cruelty. I care for animals more than human beings. I believe whipping a horse is a bigger sin than murdering a human. Love is all I need, & these creatures are the only ones who give it to me unconditionally. I hope to do something for them someday, when I have enough money. Build an animal shelter or something.
My hair's in a mess, it's got twigs & leaves in it. You have to reach for unfathomable places to keep diyas. My Dad's screaming at me because I dropped some oil & I had supposedly 'accused' him of it earlier. It's beautiful though, the diyas,  the darkness almost goes away, but not quite. That's what's great about Diwali. If you really think about it, the light's only temporary, the larger effect is that you're contributing to the darkness. Pollution & smoke are only going to contribute to a faster end of the world. So Indians doing the crackers this year or having done it earlier, thank you for the apocalypse. It's a little far-fetched but it's true. We are going to die of Global warming & you're just helping the dude up there have his way.
My brother's singing, as usual. And I'm trying to stick onto this laptop a little longer so that I don't have to 'bond' with the family. Now, this is sounding like a whiney diary entry by a hormone-attacked teenager. Maybe, it is!
C'est La Vie
(P.S. Saw Julie & Julia today. Marvellous piece of work. Thinking of trying my hand at cooking. Jack of all trades needs absolutely ALL trades under her belt.)