Oh oh oh! Yaaaaay!

Going home on 31st.


Oh and BTW, if I disappear one fine day, don't waste time going all over the city looking for me.I'll be here, appreciating the most beautiful thing in the world #2

Its my favourite place in the whole wide world!

The most beautiful thing(s) in the world #5

Argyle!

Also, men in argyle sweaters...

Excuse the male model-iness

Of course, when I say "argyle" I don't mean "every argyle patterned thing ever created". I mean good argyle. Which I haven't seen in a long time. Our college has become a breeding ground for really bad argyle sweaters. So bad that if they were alive, they would kill themselves.

The most beautiful thing(s) in the world #4

Umbrellas.

The most beautiful thing(s) in the world #3

Men with deep voices *swoon*

The most beautiful thing(s) in the world #2

A large cup (bright coloured and porcelain. So wide that you need to hold it with both hands) filled with coffee that is equal parts sweet, strong/bitter and creamy. And smells like Heaven. On a rainy day. At your favorite coffee shop. reading a book and/or talking to someone you admire. Watching the people walk by.

I prefer larger cups

The most beautiful thing(s) in the world #1

A series I have decided to do!


No. 1:
Leather bound books with golden titles and old, musty, yellow pages that have golden borders.

Just a reminder:

I am awesome.



In case you forget.

My mom needs to rethink her definition of "perfect".

So my parents are at my cousins wedding. I'm still here, def. not studying and positively thankful that coll doesn't give us free time during December.

Why? Because I really don't wanna be where my mom is right now.

Okay fine, I admit it - I don't really know my cousin (I have only met her twice). I might be able to recognize her in a photo, but  if she waves at me from across the street, it'll probably take me a while to remember who she is. So I guess I shouldn't despise her. But I do. You see, the one thing I do remember about the chick in question is that she falls into the category I like to call Bloated Ego Tiny Brained Non Artist (BETBNA - pronounced "bet-bna") Okay, before we proceed, lets go over the definition of a BETBNA.

Betbna's are people who although artistic, aren't true artists. They are narcissists who think that they know more than you ever will. They assume that they are the supreme authority when it comes to the finer things in life for you, you regular, uninteresting soul do not understand the brilliance of true artistry. To them, you are no better than a gorilla in pants. Don't get me wrong, I love artists. I am fortunate enough to know some really talented ones. But. They are not the ones I am talking about. Come on, you've probably met one too - can you think of a person who kept trying to "one-up" you each time you met him/her? They are hypocrites and like using words/talking about things they don't understand. And if you tell them that you are studying to be an engineer, they'll probably look down at you. Oh and BTW, some people don't feel the need to actually be creative to be a BETBNA. They are just shallow no-talent douchebags trying be everything they are not. I call them Super-BETBNA's.

Okay, back to the the topic. The cousin who got married today is a BETBNA. And according to my mom, her dear husband is wonderful. The way my mommy dearest has praised my Bro-In-Law, you'd think he's Captain Planet, Danny Ocean, Mark Zuckerberg and Gomez Addams all rolled in one.

I actually talked to the guy.

And no, he does not seem to be some Captain Planet/Danny Ocean/Mark Zuckerberg/Gomez Addams hybrid.

First of all, I think my mom needs to be reminded that I hate talking to people that:
a. I don't like.
b. I don't know.
But I'm sure she's gonna forget it anyway. Like today, when she called me up and pretty much tricked me into talking to my BETBNA cousin. Now I ask you, what do you say to  a person who sounds bored when she says "hi" to you on the phone? Moreover, what do you say to a guy you don't know and don't wanna know, who just happens to be on the other side of the line. You can't say "Nice meeting you" because you haven't actually met the person.

 I said "nice talking to you",to which he replied, in what seems to be his characteristic 'I-have-no-idea-what-I'm-doing-here' voice: "nice talking to you too...I guess..."

I GUESS? I-fucking-guess? Oh weetle boy, you don't guess, you know. And you know why you know? 'Tis coz Taurme don't speak to random losers like you. The fact that I bothered to sound nice should be enough to make your whole freaking life worthwhile.


There are no guesses. It isn't just nice talking to me, its is fucking tele-nirvana.


I seriously have no clue what my mum saw in this marshmallow of a man. Huh. The perfect man would be that guy who can leave me speechless in a telephone conversation.



So I guess I'm on the path that leads to the life of spinsterhood.


Good thing I like cats.

RANT ALERT

I hate those pweety little princesses, the ones with the huge fan following, bloated egos and horrible voices. I hate the fact that despite being talentless bitches, they rule the world because they're 'easy on the eyes' and have absolutely no respect for others. And more than those shameless drama queens, I hate those super-generic, text-book example-ish teenage girls who follow them. You're in an effing college. When the hell are you going to become a real individual? Go fuck yourselves.


There. I said it.


This feels good.


And now I shall go and sleep.


Have a good night, people.

I am so PROUD of us!

A friend of mine told me that when she thinks of the 26/11 Mumbai attacks, she mostly feels anger - first towards the terrorists and then towards the hotels that lacked proper security systems.

I told her that I feel proud. She said that its the last thing that she would feel on a day like today.

And I really don't get it.

"They" attacked two hotels - Oberoi-Trident and Taj, a hospital, a cafe, the Chabad house, a railway terminus, a college and a cinema hall. All on the same night.

Sure, one can complain about the hotel security, but what about a popular cafe, that for years has served the residents of our Glorious City. Did they see it coming? Its not most expensive cafe in the country. its not even the most expensive. I doubt they (the owners) had foreseen a future as grim as the one that greeted them  - I doubt anybody did. And the railway station?  This is India, we don't have state-of-the-art security arrangement in railway stations...they were just ordinary people going back home...hoping to retire early, maybe, watch some TV, enjoy the meal mom had prepaird - माँ के हाथ का खाना ... the cinema hall, the college, the hospital - so many innocent souls, the youth of the city - all targeted. And the Chabad house - the whole family was murdered - all except for little Moshe... Would you believe me if I told you that terrorists would one day destroy your whole family? The question of security hardly arises.


On this day, I refuse to get angry - why should I think of those who don't deserve to be remembered? Why should I talk about those who tried to destroy the city I love, the county that I call home, the people who are my "brothers and sisters"? I wont be angry. Because that will just take the focus away from the brave souls who refused to give up, those who fought till the end, those who are still fighting. I will grieve with the families who have lost; I will cry for those who have shed all the tears they had. I will remember the true heroes, for they are the ones we need to remember - and I will be proud, proud of the fact that despite our shortcomings, we put up a fight. We didn't sit quietly - for a change we did something! I am so proud, of being an Indian, being a Mumbaikar! On the anniversary of the worst day I have witnessed, I am going to stand up and feel proud. 

The Fairest Of The Seasons

Now that it's time
Now that the hour hand has landed at the end
Now that it's real
Now that the dreams have given all they had to lend
I want to know do I stay or do I go
And maybe try another time
And do I really have a hand in my forgetting ?

Now that I've tried
Now that I've finally found that this is not the way,
Now that I turn
Now that I feel it's time to spend the night away
I want to know do I stay or do I go
And maybe finally split the rhyme
And do I really understand the undernetting ?

Yes and the morning has me
Looking in your eyes
And seeing mine warning me
To read the signs carefully.

Now that it's light
Now that the candle's falling smaller in my mind
Now that it's here
Now that I'm almost not so very far behind
I want to know do I stay or do I go
And maybe follow another sign
And do I really have a song that I can ride on ?

Now that I can
Now that it's easy, ever easy all around.
Now that I'm here
Now that I'm falling to the sunlights and a song
I want to know do I stay or do I go
And do I have to do just one
And can I choose again if I should lose the reason ?

Yes, and the morning
Has me looking in your eyes
And seeing mine warning me
To read the signs more carefully.

Now that I smile,
Now that I'm laughing even deeper inside.
Now that I see,
Now that I finally found the one thing I denied
It's now I know do I stay or do I go
And it is finally I decide
That I'll be leaving
In the fairest of the seasons.

(Jackson Browne, Gregory Copeland)

That reminds me, I have a joke...

How many existentialists does it take to screw in a light bulb?
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Two. One to screw it in and one to observe how the lightbulb itself symbolizes a single incandescent beacon of subjective reality in an etherworld of endless absurdity reaching out toward a maudlin cosmos of nothingness.






You're Welcome.

For I am bored, shitless...

More sketches and my latest doodles....warning: doodles usually contain anti-human remarks and/or sad puns. Stephen Pastis is my hero....what else could you possibly expect?

Right now I'm working on the 1992 Addams Family sketches :)

Waiting

She didn't reach on time. He was heartbroken.

Fossie Fruitsalad and his cat TomTom

Based on Norah Jones's Shoot The Moon

A snowman disguised as a salesman on a hot summer's day

Uncle Fester

Grandmamma

Flipping the bird

Classy......... ............Weirdo

My mood always weighs me down

Addams through the ages

As you all know, I am, for all practical purposes, an Addams... so here's the "evilution" of my family (sad pun, right?)


Behold, regular people, the journey of the Addams clan:


The Original "Family" as created by Charles Addams:
Appeared as a series of single panel cartoons, published in The New Yorker between 1938 and Addams's 1988 death. The characters were un-named.

The 1964 T.V. Show:

The 30-minute series was shot in black-and-white and aired for two seasons from September 18, 1964 to April 8, 1966. It starred John Astin as Gomez, Carolyn Jones as Morticia (Gomez's wife), Jackie Coogan as Uncle Fester Morticia's Uncle), Ted Cassidy as Lurch (the butler), Blossom Rock as Grand mamma Addams (Gomez's mother), 

The 1973 Animated Series:
The first animated series ran from 1973–1975. Unlike the T.V. Series, this series took the Addamses on the road in a Victorian-style RV. This series also marked the point where the relations between characters were switched so that Fester was now Gomez' brother, and Grandmama was now Morticia's mother. The characters were drawn close to the original Addams creation.

The 1991 movie and its '93 sequel:
The movies were directed by Barry Sonnenfeld and starred Anjelica Huston, Raúl Juliá, Christopher Lloyd, Christina Ricci, Jimmy Workman, Judith Malina and Carel Struycken as Morticia, Gomez, Fester, Wednesday, Pugsley, Grandmamma and Lurch respectively.The film was much closer to the description Charles Addams made for the show, and followed his instructions closely. 

The 1992 Animated series:
It ran from September 12, 1992 to November 6, 1993. The series' development began in the wake of the successful 1991 Addams Family feature film. Two seasons were produced; the third season contained reruns.

Addams Family Reunion movie, 1998:

Addams Family Reunion is a movie released straight-to-video in 1998. Cast includes Daryl Hannah as Morticia, Tim Curry as Gomez, Patrick Thomas as Uncle Fester, Carel Struycken as Lurch,  Alice Ghostley as Grandmamma, Nicole Fugere as Wednesday, Jerry Messing as Pugsley, Kevin McCarthy as Grandpa Addams, Estelle Harris as Grandma Addams.

The New Addams Family T.V.Show, 1998:

was an American/Canadian sitcom that aired from October 1998 to August 1999. Its starred Glenn Taranto and Ellie Harvie as Gomez and Morticia, Brody Smith and Nicole Fugere as Pugsley and Wednesday, Betty Philips as Grandmamma, Michae Roberds as Uncle Fester and John DeSantis as Lurch.

The Addams Family Musical:
 A musical comedy with music and lyrics by Andrew Lippa and a book by Marshall Brickman and Rick Elice. The original Broadway cast includes: Nathan Lane as Gomez, Bebe Neuwirth as Morticia, Kevin Chamberlin as Uncle Fester, Jackie Hoffman as Grandmamma, Krysta Rodriguez as Wednesday , Adam Riegler as Pugsley and Zachary James as Lurch.

Bad Day

I has one :(


I want chocolate and bubbles and coffee. Also nice friends.


:(


I want my mommy's hug :(

Quoting Mr. Wilde...

"Most people are other people. 

Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, 

their lives a mimicry,

their passions a quotation"

These days that quotation is usually a Jonas Brothers/Taylor Swift/popular hip-hop meets club track lyrics.


Seriously, if I go post this on BookFace, out of the 20 who will "like" the quote, 5 will understand it. 5 will like it because it "sounds cool". The rest 10 will like it because the "cool" people did. Sigh.

Chile, Chillies and Chill

Chile is pronounced as Chi-le. Not Chail. Not Chill. And definitely not Chili.

I know this now.

Back when I was 11, Wikipedia was not the go-to encyclopedia. Encyclopedias were go-to encyclopedias.

And to refer one was well, time consuming.

So, when I was 11, we had to do a science (or was it geography?) project. My mom suggested underwater volcanoes. I know, sounds cool, right?

Somehow, the volcano didn't materialize as expected.

What was supposed to be a reaction with brisk effervescence turned into a heavy lump of wheat dough with red cellophane for lava, covered with blue cellophane.

Yes, it looked like a pie during Mardi Gras.

Anyway, when you are a kid, you usually suffer from something called Optimism. So we went to school, with our ugly lump of a natural disaster in hand, ready to face the world.

When the exhibit started, parents started flowing in through the doors, sharing criticisms, comparing marks and dragging unwilling children who couldn't imagine a fate worse than seeing school on Sunday.

Parents love things done by children. A certain category of parents, who I call Insecure Pretentious Dickweeds (IPD) love these things even more. You see, it gives them a chance to:
1. Check whether there is some evil kid who is better than their darrrling son/daughter.
2. Criticize other people's children.
3. Lower morale of other people's children.

IPD's make up about 40% of the general population. In Indian cities, its 89.5%

We were supposed to mention many countries. And so we did. Amongst the God-knows-how-many nations we were naming, we named Chile, which we pronounced as Chai-il. Coz that's what some kid told us.

Every parent (particularly IPD dads) completely ignored our lumpy work of art and instead paid attention to only one thing.

That's not how you pronounce Chile.

And every IPD dad had a new pronunciation for the country...

Chilli

Cheel

Chill

Chayl

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Also they ridiculed our "project". (Okay fine, so it was a wee bit ridiculous - but c'mon! We were kids!)

That day taught me two things:
1. Never pay attention to IPD dad's. They don't correct you to help you learn. they correct you because they wanna prove that they know much more than you.
2. For all practical purposes, there is no country called Chile.

Every time I think of this incident, I thank God for one thing: non-IPD parents. :D

My Escalating Fear Of Escalators....

i don't know where it started, hell, I don'te even know when it started, but it gets worse every day. Its illogical, stupid and odd since I used to manage my way to the top 'til the year before last.

Now I just freak out. Which makes everything super-hard for me since I live in a city that has escalators everywhere.

Earlier I only used to fear going down. Now I fear moving straight ahead...

Oh why oh why oh why? This is so lame on soooo many levels. Going out today. I have to make sure I use escalators at least once

Stairway from hell.

Squids, whales, doppelgangers and stupidity

Yesterday I saw THE SQUID AND THE WHALE, a lovely little movie written and directed by Noah Baumbach and produced by Wes Anderson. (yep, I just had to watch it). It stars the amazing Jeff Bridges, always wonderful Laura Linney and Anna Paquin ( who, for a change, wasn't crying for Biyl).

Its def. worth watching, just the kind of movie I enjoy. (That being said, I wouldn't recommend watching it with your family, unless your family is okay with 12year olds drinking whiskey and jerking off)
The children were portrayed by Owen Kline (Kevin Kline's son) and Jesse Eisenberg and believe me, they were good.

Also, Jesse looks a hell lot like Nick Drake.

Like in this picture:

Bryter Layter, anyone?

Facebook is getting really tiresome these days. The only people who update their profiles are the ones I don't give a rat's @$$ about. Also, in order to look smart, people google quotes, post them as their status (without the name of the actual speaker) and get all hoity toity about being so "intelligent" and "witty". After all, they are the ones who come up with such witty things *sigh*

It really pisses me off when people take credit for someone else's creativity.

Dude I know you. Your brain is smaller than that of an ostrich born without a head. I know exactly what you're capable of.

Also, 20 other people have already posted it as their "original" status.

Do me a favour and get a life. Please.

JJ

Just finished watching Criminal Minds (yes I'm addicted) s06e02, "JJ".

Crying like a baby...I saw this coming, I knew CBS had resorted to douchebaggery, cutting off A.J.Cook's character and reducing Paget Brewster's on-screen time...and the eppy still got to me!

One of the best features of the show is that each character is likable in someway. I don't like Rossi, but I like the way he consoles the grieving families. So yeah, JJ was never my favourite, but I still loved her. She really was the mom of the BAU.

I know I should be thankful that they didn't chop off any of my faves - Garcia, Reid, Morgan - even Hotch, for that matter- but why did they have to cut costs on one of their most popular shows? Kill Amy Ferrah Fowler (TBBT). See if I care.


I WANT JJ BACK! BooooHoooo *sniff* *sniff*

Table (Balloon)-is!

Oh what fun!

You need:
1. CP pracs in first two hours of college
2. The rest of the day free.
3. A visit from some VIP's that you choose to ignore.
4. Friends as follows:
-yourself
-nice, excited friend
-Evil balloon sniper
-usually sarcastic moron behaving like a moron
-usually sarcastic moron's NOT boyfriend *sigh*
5. Moderately crowded canteen
6. table that smells of ancient mayonnaise
7.chalks to shamelessly deface the above mentioned table
8. onlookers who think you are insane
9.a balloon!!! *oh joy*

Ready?

So you start hitting the balloon like a volleyball (not that hard tho) towards each other. make sure that:
a. it doesn't go too far (i.e. to the next table)
b. it doesn't hit any flat surface (ground, table, your head etc.)
award -1 every time a. or b. occurs. Person with the lowest -ve score wins.
And then get bored and play hangman.

Result: one and half hours well-spent!

On a Personality test MARATHON!

Saving some of them right here:

You Are 30% Conservative, 70% Liberal

Social Issues: 50% Conservative, 50% Liberal Personal Responsibility: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal Fiscal Issues: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal Ethics: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal Defense and Crime: 50% Conservative, 50% Liberal Your Birthday is Purple You are the independent type. It's hard for people to peg, label, or stereotype you. You enjoy people and things from all walks of life. You're incredibly open minded. You tend to be a bit fickle and even moody. You can end up hating what you love and vice versa. Your preferences and actions can be a bit mysterious at times. It's hard to predict what you'll do. Your Soul Is Connected to the Fall You are a somewhat sensitive soul with a tough exterior. You are street smart and wise about the world. You have the heart of a poet, but you're not too eager to let anyone else see it. You are very creative and deeply talented. You are still looking for the perfect outlet for your expression. You embrace change and think the cycles of life are beautiful. You don't shrink away from the darker elements of life. You Are Wise You are a prudent and rational person. You try not to do anything you regret, and if you do, you learn form your mistake. You are educated or at the very least knowledgable. You have a perception that most people lack. You've learned to be vigilant in your life. You are pretty much always on guard. No matter how old you actually are, you are quite seasoned. You are experienced and worldly. You Are 84% Indie You're so indie, it's kind of amazing that you actually found your way to this quiz. Generally, your tastes are genuinely indie... but sometimes you like something just because it's weird! Your Quirk Factor: 90% You're beyond quirky... You're downright bizarre. You've lost touch with social norms and what's appropriate. And you're loving every minute of it! You Are Genial and Polite You are thoughtful and contemplative. You enjoy spending time alone with your thoughts. You are generally confident and friendly with strangers. You are well mannered and sociable. Money is important to you in as far as you'd like to have enough to survive. You are curious about ideas. If you had the means, you'd like to explore the whole world.

Its been too long!

Small things that happen can make such a big difference.

Backstabbing, betrayal, treachery, etc. etc. hurt. They hurt a hell lot. But sometimes you just need to let time do his thing. It gets better, because at that moment, in your eyes, it can't get worse.

Thank God for that.

I'm sitting on my bed right now. With a bad case of cold *sniff sniff*.

And that reminded me of this time last year - I fell sick during the weekend, right before a sucky test.  Just like now.

Things have changed so much over the past 12 months.

I have changed so much over the last 12 months.

And for that; I'm really glad.

Now I know who my true friends are. And sometimes, the number baffles me. I must have done something really great in my prev. life to deserve so many great friends.

And for that; I'm really grateful.

...

I was watching Rushmore. :)

She's my Rushmore, Max.

Yeah, she was mine too.

My Sketches pt. 2

These three I made recently...the last one I completed yesterday night - yeah, still lovin' it!

I'd love to hear your comments!

Sites that make me happy :D

matthew gray gubler and nutella and caves

The Warm days of the New Year

Yeah, I know, its not exactly New Year time (rolling eyes). However, New academic year began a week ago and it makes me super happy to say that its been pretty good 'til now.

I still don't like the room they gave me - but thanks to my superior poster sticking skills (and a teensy weensy bit of help from a wonderful friend/not-a-senior), my room = awesome (if I may say so myself).
It's bright but not perky, inspiring but not overbearing, hopeful but not foolishly optimistic. Check my room out:

Posters by a friend (Sush) + clapper from a lame play + 

awesome incomplete collage by me & Nirvana + 

cats (there are white ones too)

Peter, Henry(s),TLA poster, Rat, Wes Movies and Wes himself.

Oh I love this pic!

A pin-board thingy I made from an old poster. 

It's supposed to be shaped like a leaf. And all those doodles are MINE!!

My Gublerland passport :D

I HAVE A SHELF (protected by fellow Gubloids)

Rabindranath Tagore

I still hate the view (nothingness), but my awesome curtains make things bearable!!

A few weeks prior to my return, I started making doodles (as you can see), inspired mostly by Andre Jordan and Dan Piraro. Of late, I find myself "sketching" or whatever its called. I guess its the Gubler Effect :P

Here are a few. Please don't be critical. Remember that I lack basic talent.

I know I'm not good, but I really enjoy doing it :)

So yeah, its been fun 'til now. 

Will keep you guys updated :)