Happy Summer Holidays

Dancing in the underpass....
Dancing where the evening fell

Dancing in your wooden shoes
In a dressing gown..

Yay! i'm done (for)!

I've been celebrating the end of exams. I deserve to. I've been studying these past few weeks... standing upside down, not sleeping, eating too much, busting my ear drums (I can't study without the constant drub of music inside my head drowning out all the other voices), agonizing over tiny phrases while overlooking entire chapters, getting to my exams just in time to slip past before the final call, emerging in a semi-dazed state of zen... I am above and beyond caring about results, all that matters is that I got through.
So the first two days of holidays have been perfect. Perfectly center-free, perfectly aimless, perfectly indulgent, perfectly wonderful and I'm perfectly tired of it. Considering that I haven't slept much in the past three days and that its 6 30 am, I'm probably not tired of anything in particular, just tired-period.

The plan was to wind down at my dear friend/guardian's pad, sink into her rather uncofortable yet sufficiently squishy couch, eat popcorn,drink ice lemon tea and watch cricket. Yes cricket. I don't even like cricket, but what the hell, it is the national passtime ((not this nation, I mean the mother country. And also not cricket per se, rather cricket watching is the national passtime). So anyhoo, I manage to get myself treated to dinner, then get as far as the couch and turn on the tele( thats what I'm calling it these days) when friends start calling up left right and center- everybody's going clubbing. Since everybody's doing it, I do too (story of my life) and clubbing we go. It started out in a bad way, and for a while we were caught in a nightmarish realm of obscure 80's pop music, with strange Chinese people and middle aged Indian men gyrating to the beat of Square Root ("the favorite non-Chinese song of Chinese people", to quote a friend) at Double O. But thankfully, we found that the bar below played all the R&B club numbers you could possibly ask for (even though the DJ turned down our request for Belly Dancer...imagine that?!). After shaking away about a thousand calories we made up for it at what will henceforth be reffered to as the Prada shop (as it is so cutely reffered to by an from-out-of-town acquaintance )with cheese pratas and maggi mee. Crashed at 6 30am...more than twenty four hours ago.
The day that followed was inaugurated by making myself the best breakfast I've had in a long time- Sausages, scrambled egges, peanut-butter on toast and my spectacular Coffee. I spent the rest of the day alternating between TV viewing and finishing up The New York Trilogy, by Paul Auster, which is the most wonderful blend of the popular novel and serious post-modernist fiction I have come across (yes, I can actually use the word post modernist now and have a clue). The treat of the evening was Fracture at GV- very enjoyable (although some superior beings, who dwell on a higher plane of thought found it predictable). Gosling was h-o-t and Hopkins eerily resembles my Hungarian boss. And the best part of all, book your tickets online at Vivo GV, buy a popcorn and drink combo and get TWO Ben and Jerry scoops in your choice of flavor absolutely free! I was thrilled to bits. Nothing makes me as happy as chocolate chip cookie dough icecream.
Now my book is done and so is this piece of writing. The sun has come up so I can go back to sleep without having to leave the light on.

And its back to school and boy bashing:

So one day (today), my exams finished themselves up and suddenly, I had a lot of spare time. So decided to actually take up an argument I remember having with *eyyyewww… boyzz*, when we were itty bitty. Lets start with the story that sowed this seed of thought into my good friend, the SewageMessiah's brain.

Consider, if we turned around Brian K. Vaughn's terrible (its terrible! What if all the men in my life disappeared? I would so miss both of them) story and all the women in the world vanished all of a sudden. Take note, in a matter of a mere half century, women have successfully permeated every field previously dominated by men and are established well enough to know the "internal workings of the system". But surprisingly, men still haven’t gotten the hang of "housework" and "looking after themselves" in all these past millennia. As a result, the remaining half of the human race would rapidly contract infectious diseases perpetuated by a general lack of hygiene. Without mothers, sisters, nuns or nurses to look after them, the sick would be incurable in spite of advanced medical technology. And men being the selfish bastards that they are would try to save themselves by quarantining the sick and letting them die. Having a strong mathematical sense and a wonderful mastery of numbers, they would come up with great statistical models on how to segregate different kinds of sick people to minimize contagion. But of course considering the verifiable fact that "men are pigs", that every man would contract one disease or the other would become imminent. Adding to this, the exponential increase of the Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome cases, due to spiraling rates of homosexuality in a womanless world, the whole world would eventually be divided into one country per ailment and everyone would eventually rot in their own private plague quarters. Hence, the second mass extinction of a species in the history of the planet earth, with the Human Immunodeficiency Virus emerging as the climax species.

Now, mounting an objective standpoint:

RELIGION:

Can't argue with the Sewage Messiah about this one. Religion would perish without men to keep up all the brahuahua. And so would a whole ideological state apparatus designed to seal the mind of the layperson (notice I said "person"?) off the natural human tendency to question the norm and pursue the higher truth. Good riddance.

SCIENCE:

I will pull my argument out of His own gracious words,

"for centuries women were barred entry to the sciences, therefore it will take a few generations before women reach the same level of scientific aptitude as men". As for direction and expertise, women are already working on that, what with statistics indicating that more and more women are opting to be engineers and scientists, including, surprise surprise, geneticists (yours truly) and astronauts (remember Chawla? But of course, you know there've been many more space-women before and since). So we're already preparing for a possible "man-ocide" situation.

Its true, if all the men vanished, the most missed would be the handymen. But wait! We'd still have the greatest scientific and technological legacy men ever left behind- The User Manual. Women will learn how to fix a bulb eventually. Of course, its not in our nature to do so, but hey, neither was domestic work and we managed to do that just fine for a really long time because of a real situation, similar to the would-be situation of "no-man"...if we don't do it, nobody will.

THE ARTS:

Women couldn't paint because they were cooking.

Women couldn't compose music because they were cooking.

Women couldn't cook because they were cooking?

Well yes. All the poor-to-middle class women of the world have been cooking for a really long time. And there's more.

But before that, what about the bourgeoisie women across the world? Now that's just absurd. They certainly weren't cooking.

So lets think about the fine English Ladies who sat in fine houses adorned with fine Van Gogh works of art. Now think about bejeweled Indian princesses in their Hawa Mahals. Or the Arabian chieftain's veiled daughter far removed from the reach of the evil eye. Or say, the young French women who often posed for these great works of art. What were these lazy women doing, wasting their time, giving themselves airs, not getting an education? WOAH! Did I say EDUCATION? Did I? Did I? O my god! What do the poor women, the middle class women and the rich aristocratic women have in common by shared deprivation? An Education! So the poor and middle class women were taught to cook and look after babies, while the aristocratic women of the world were taught rubbish things like etiquette, ceramic painting and bricolage. Of course, they were also taught how to be an ideal wife and mother.

SEX: I don't think women would turn to beasts. But this part is mostly right.

I'm tired now. All this angsty feminist ranting is exhausting. I really have no comments on the next ice age.

If you wanna know what a world without women would be like, there are other places to look toward. Like a prison, for instance. Monasteries also. Generally, sweeping generalizations are my pet peeve.

In this hazy post-midnight hour, things have a tendency to mix. The mind's been on midnight mode for a while now...and Iris meets Ap, we converge and diverge, melt and merge and eventually condense back into our native forms, leaving behind a dusty, dried up, rather-wrung-out, thing of a girl. Its not easy, housing two or more people inside you.(Twin knows!) Yes, I'm crazy. Or very normal.

Iris vs Apu

• Anarchical Eats healthy
• Has no plan
• Studies Bio
• Does watever
• Works as off
• Works ass off when it feels right
  

• Is always happy and is up for anything.
• Moves from crisis to crisis
  

Both of us live life on the edge

The world outside is in a mad frenzy, muggers, crammers, (notice,the violence in the metaphors?) are all running amuck. Night has become day- we meet in packs, feast on junk, struggle through the night and collapse into fitful stupor at dawn. I can't wait till this is done. I write in fragments because that is how the days and the things in them go by, is it not so?

Exam Panorama -3

and slowly...stillness..silence

Innocent casualties of senseless cruelty

EXAM PANAROMA- PART 2

Survival-while stocks last. No more oat-milk!

Victim. Groping for the last morsel.

Exam panorama: PART 1

Lost souls...trying to make sense of the madness



Sole surviver at the site of the carnage

I'm done for. really truly done for. This is it. I have truly, completely screwed up.
And whats my excuse? Dance? Poor excuse. Its not like I perform for the Russian Ballet.
What else have I got? Mental trauma? snort.
Anything else? Social life. REALLY? REALLY? You've completely totally given up working because you have too many places to be?

But its done. Yup. I just missed my deadline. There it goes. 10%. Whistling, as it slides down the drain. Why? Because I didn't find it convenient. It was just too much of a bother. It wasn't even too much work. In fact, it was hardly any work at all. But it was too much of bore. So I just didn't do it. But there it goes. My honors. everything. Gone going gone. Gone gone gone.

And I'm sitting here. and watching my bloodpressure climb and my grades plummet. But strange enough, I'm just taking a deep breath and going out for a drink.

Can you believe this shit?
My cool celebrity look-alike collage from MyHeritage.com. Get one for yourself.



Haw haw.

My Celebrity Look-alikes

My cool celebrity look-alike collage from MyHeritage.com. Get one for yourself.

Junkie

I've long prided myself for being addicted to nothing. Spring cleaning revealed a pretty different story.

( Face scrubs)
1.Seaweed.
2.Almond oil.
3.Almond and mineral micro nutrients.

(Body Lotions)
1.Micro fruit Oils.
2.Alovera.
3.Shea Butter.
4.Olive oil.

(Lip balm)
1. Mint
2. Gloss dot
3. passionfruit
4. PABA-free SPF 15
5. Mentholatum water

1. for dry hair (shampoo and conditioner)
2. for long and strong hair (shampoo and conditioner)

( hair styling products)
1. Revitalizing
2.extreme shine
3.instant bounce
4.anti-frizz
5. style water
6. Lipocomplex Protein serum

Peppermint Foot lotion.

Diamond Strength Nail formula.

I'm a cosmetoholic! Eeeep. How did I slip into this obsession without even noticing?
And the scariest bit is, I can't do without most of this stuff!