Girls love these...right?
I maybe unconventional,but then I do too! =D

 

Hello!

Iam back to haunt you.....I never give up,you see....

So, I was talking about love in my previous blog...let me elaborate...Why do people make such a big issue out of this simple four-letter word? I see entire worlds revolving around it,I see people change because of it,there are those unfortunate  times when I have to put up with incessant cribbing about a lost love or ranting about a newfound lover(read:loser) just because I was trying to be a polite listener, I see huge facebook status updates which seem to be all about love(eerie n eeky for me....I hate such updates!! I could murder you if I had my way!)....When it comes to this abstract thing-I do not have a definition for it..I find myself completely isolated,having nothing to do with all of the shit the above.

If its all about love..then a honeymoon suite is the place to be in =)....I was made to live in this with my sister,but thats another story =P

I find the concept of 'couples holding hands' and walking down the street very trite.When I see a mushy and lovey-dovey couple sharing the same coconut from the 'narial-pani wala' across the street(using the same straw,ofcourse!),I cant help but laugh away to glory.In restaurants,I cant stop thinking to myself-"Cant the female partner feed herself? Why does the male consider her to be such a baby that he has to stuff in those spoonfuls of icecream into her mouth?"All the 'song-dedication' stalls at those useless fairs would be on fire if I had my way...I could make greeting-card shops run out of business..Sorry Archies Gallery,three words-I Hate You!...Teddy-bears are only meant for kids-not for girls studying in college..."Dear Taylor Swift-to hell with your fairytales and love anecdotes!"...Sigh!..I could go on...

No,Iam not a loser in love...nor have I gained anything out of it..Iam not a member of the Ram-Sena who blatantly assault lovers on the eve of valentines day(I do not want your 'pink chaddis' you see)..Iam not a frustrated 36 year old spinster,neither am I much of a feminist...I just have issues with the way love is projected in the world-especially our country,today..I hate to see how corny and commonplace it has been deemed by virtue of those people from the 'i want sincear and serious fraandsheep,please any open-minded girl be my fraand' school-of-thought and those who leave their mobile numbers on the walls of public toilets..The very idea of 'you complete me' does not get into my head..I dont understand how someone can get me the moon or the stars unless of course you are a certain Mr Richard Branson(Oh! but all that he can do is arrange a short trip for me on these celestial objects on his Virgin atlantic..Mr Malya are you listening?)...and yes"that red rose would look better on your grave,you Romeo wannabe!"...phew! There is no dearth of examples but you will certainly fall off your chair if I continue!

This is love too...awww
so cute! =)

There are so many places in the world where one gets to witness love-it comes in so many forms.When my dad gets that box of chocolate pastries for me,I see love in that small action,when my best friend calls me up at midnight just to say "duffer,I was simply missing you..waddup?",I see love in that...my sister has the cutest dimples on planet earth-or so I believe and it is love when I ask her to give me the broadest smile possible just so that I can kiss her on her dimpled cheeks! Cuddling your pet is a mark of nothing but love,holding a new born's little finger and planting butterfly kisses on its cheek spells 'lurveeee'! Why do we limit this undefined beauty within the spectrum of Romeo-Juliet,Superman-Lois Lane,Edward-Bella, Heer-Ranjha(for the Indian touch) and Sashi Tharoor-Sunanda Pushkar(for the 'current-affairs' touch! all puns intended!)? Open your eyes-there is love all around-take for example the love triangle between India,Commonwealth and Suresh Kalmadi! Oh! bad example-but love is blind, you see! hahaaha!

I am aware of the question that has been on your mind for the past five minutes-"why is this freak of a girl giving us these love related lectures?Is she drunk?Has she been dumped?I bet she is....why cant she shut the hell up?@#$@#$"-hehe,thank you very much,but my sole intention was to free myself from the bondage of love (read:commitment) so that I can have a feast that comprises:Johnny Depp,Adam Levine,Robert Pattinson,Patrick Dempsey,John Abraham,Ranbir Kapoor,Gael Garcia Bernal,George Clooney...."oh does this list end? no.......drool!!" Thank you God for making this planet a much better place to live in!

A'h'men!

Cheers,

Sumedha =)

The Diary of a 'not so little' Girl

 MY ANTHEM =)

There are times wh

en you are simply caught by a creative bug....bitten by it...I have experienced this on several occasions,seized by a divine afflatus with an itching tendency to write something.Often this happens during the early hours of the morning when the world around me is lost in slumber or during those times of the night when i feel exceptionally lazy to get up and grab my notebook. So most of the times,,my thoughts-most of them,plain weird, are stored in this small head of mine....desperately trying to burst out of the limited space.

This one happens to be one of those many days where boredom has forced me to sit and write...random thoughts that pop into my head simply need to be noted down,,or so i feel...I have no clue as to how interesting it might seem to you-you might find this plain simple boring,but to me its just something that has been there in my head and needs voice and a script....

Iam just a simple,ordinary girl...with no great expectations,no ambitions as such...I do not aspire to become an Ambani or a Gates or a Mittal's daughter- in- law for that matter....I see the future as one which has me travelling the globe with a huge rucksack on my back-one that is heavier than my own 48 kilos of weight,a notebook clutched in my right hand and a basic functional kodak in my left....I see myself wearing my same pair of worn out,but hugely reliable grey Nikes,tying a high ponytail behind my head,wearing my favorite pair of grey wind cheaters and black levis(worn out and distressed ofcourse!)...I do not want that Armani Prive gown for myself,those enviable Jimmy Choo pumps or that limited edition dark brown Gucci bag...All I want is an identity of my own-an individuaity which is signature and characteristic.

As a student of journalism.Iam often asked the reason that drove me to take up this subject for a degree..Iam often asked as to who my inspiration is..people often assume that Iam an aspiring 'Barkha Dutt' and consider this to be a noted fact.It makes me sad to see that most people have a very limited vision-their ideas do not extend beyond a given point.Why am I considered a crackhead when I say that all I want to do in life is travel and write...When I say that I see Anthony Bourdain and Samantha Brown as my inspirations all that people can say is "Anthony who??"or "Sumedha..you really need to give your career choices a second thought..." Sigh! Nonetheless,I cannot let any of this trash deter me from doing what I really want to do-call me obstinate,arrogant-whatever you like....It will help you improve your vocabulary! As far as mine is concerned-well,thank you very much!!

Girls mostly like all things pink and all things sweet..No,Iam not using that in a derogatory sense-Iam not going to brand you as Paris Hilton if you fall into the above category.These things generally make girls seem normal-if this is really the case then I fall under the abnormal category-nothing pink and sweet attracts me..except when it is a tiny baby being described as one.The blues and the greens rather catch my attention.Did I tell you I have an undying love for grey?? Like lurveee....Oh did I mention that chocolates,cards and flowers are the corniest of things that people can come up with according to my 'practical approach driven mind'.Kneeling down and singing 'hero' by Enrique Iglesias will not bring out an "awwwww how sweet!! I love you too!!" from my mouth-I would rather plant a tight slap on the singer's face.But yes,that Evanescence music cd or that Gabriel Garcia Marquez book will be one of the best gifts I have ever received.Why the hell did I start talking about love and proposals here?? Must be the weather......we will come to that later!

I love acting in a weird fashion.No,i am not dumb-my IQ of 156 is sheer evidence...Its just that I like to see that confused and semi-amused look on your face.I love making you feel superior-not many people do that often to you? do they? hahahaha!Yes, Iam a devil and that makes me proud....angels dont have much of a personality I think....i am rude sometimes and i am in-your-face...I wont lie to you or flatter you to make you feel on top of the world! This is probably because I genuinely care...I cant be phoney!! Oh and yeah,I do have a PhD in sarcasm...Why the hell did I start ranting about my self-obsessed being?...we will come to that later as well!

'Iam getting bored,let me turn on my favorite rock music and kill time'-these are the words I say most.I can watch crappy chick flicks the entire day-reason-I have loads of time to waste!I do dance a little bit when my phone rings just because my ringtone is my current favorite track(of course this happens when no one is around)what??you think Im gonna display my crazy antics everywhere??.I love fruity fragrances but that cologne for men simply drives me insane-I do steal a bit of it sometimes (hushhh!! keep your lips sealed!! TOP SECRET!!) I sing in the shower...I read all girlie magazines in the loo( just because I have to put up a pretence of my strong disapproval for the same-Iam an 'INTELLECTUAL' you see...hehehehe) I just need to know the lyrics to all songs I hear-does that label me as a freak?-well,I know Iam one....the above psychobabble does not describe even half of my freakiness,there is a lot more to come-read on!

I have an OCD for cleanliness-I make my bed 6 times a day,I keep wiping the table again and again just in order to avoid dust accumulation,all the clothes in my wardrobe are neatly folded in piles and are color-coordinated ofcourse!!(and they are arranged and rearranged twice a day as well).You think all of the trash above is admirable? No! Its insane! Ask my room mate if you dont believe me.I do not use short-forms while taking down notes-no matter what-just because it makes my notes look incomplete.I hate it when i see that a picture has not been colored properly and white specks are visible.I hate the screeching sound of chalk on the blackboard-it is a pain to my ears.I hate it when you get the lyrics to my favorite track wrong.I hate it when you sing my favorite track out loud! Oh did I tell you I have an OCD for gas-knobs as well....okay..forget about it!! Let me save that story for a different day-I do not intend to give you a heart-attack..

Iam not much of a cook but I would love to look like Nigella Lawson in the kitchen...have perfectly manicured hands,have my make-up in place,smile at the food Iam cooking as if it is alive and telling me an amazing joke....wake up at night and gobble that chicken leg-piece wrapped in bacon strips to glory! Oh but please God-do make me voluptuous,but not THAT curvy! God save the men! I would love to have loads of kids of my own-someday! No I do not have the intention of getting married and spouting a kid every year,I just have the 'Angelina Jolie type maternal instinct' inside me. I wish I could sing like Amy Lee or Hayley Williams-I would make the world a much better place to live in if God granted me those voices! I wish I could boast of a figure like Miranda Kerr and Alessandra Ambrosio forever(the non-pregnant one of course!) I wish the Niagra falls had chocolate instead of water. I wish I could recall my past life.'I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my head'.....sigh! so much for wishful thinking!=(

I could go on writing like this forever and ever-to eternity-but the clock and my aching hands tell me that I should stop...the rest of me is saved for a new note...I dont care whether you are interested in reading or not-Iam interested in writing...I never told you I was going to write serious stuff...Iam not that material....Oh! but anyway...you've read this far-it is certainly an indication that you are interested in my trash! Ok! now stop laughing! seriously! your teeth are gonna fall out any moment! I will write more and assault you with my notes and blogs-I promise! Random crap is soooo meeeee!! =D

RIP

Sumedha =)