Divine

Still feeling great because of workout regime which is being followed religiously. Soon going to go the mess, stuff self with yummy Sunday lunch (Jeera Rice and Palak Paneer) and sleep. Though I am trying to use Pepsi to prevent self from getting thus immobilized.

P.S.- I am adding the "Places to Eat" tag to this post because Mess is also a place to eat- technically.

Not good any more :(

Thinking about absolutely annoying and mean things from the past and wallowing in misery. Nevermind. One's any way gotta live life alone. Just getting used to it. So yes, need a constant reminder that no one loves you more than your own self and that trusting implicitly is not something you can/should do. You have to know that you are worth so much more and therefore make it to that eventually :) I'm glad that I started out while writing this feeling totally unhappy and the end is relatively positive because you've got to come to terms with facts! No matter what explanations you're given, they're still just that at the end of the day. Explanations. Obviously not good enough, but you can try to convince yourself that you're wrong and that those explanations work. But well, it never gets sorted out, not because there's some insufficiency in those explanations, but because it ever happened. No way out of that, now is there? Pretty sad. Clearly back to being negative. Nevermind.

My tax paper is not exactly going places thanks to these stupid things that happen in my life. Though I really shouldn't be cribbing about my life :) It is pretty great and I'm so grateful that I have this insane capacity to be happy with absolutely no external input at all. Thank god for that :)

Still Better

... worked out today after months. Feels divine :)

Getting Better

I've got to admit it's getting better, a little better all the time :)

Not good

I have fever and I get dust allergy everyday now due to the high concentration of pollen in Bangalore air these days :( I am also supposed to go out for a heavy, north Indian lunch to Ada Hind Ki tomorrow. Which I don't think I'll be able to make it for. Let's see. On the brighter side, I don't have taxing classes tomorrow, so I'm hoping to get some rest in class only. Life's not good when the weather is all sucky and health is also sucky :(

Among happy things- I watched Inception. I also re-watched Aladdin. What a cute movie. But nothing can fill the void in my life left by OTH :( I shall soon be getting S6 and 7 form Purple who is currently in the process of downloading them. Whee! I just know that I'd have been better by now if I could've ODed on OTH. I just know it.

First time ever in law school that I've felt like going home to mommy for a weekend.

Movie Update

Watching Garden State right now. Getting bored. Partly because for 3/4th of the movie I was multitasking full on. So, hee, I kind of wasn't paying attention. Still, it should've been gripping enough to make me pay attention.

Watched this brilliant movie called The Lives of Others (German movie with English subtitles) yesterday. Recommended!

I now want to re-watch Kung Fu Panda after this gets over. My all time pick-me-up movie is Legally Blonde though. I've watched it several times in the past month so must diversify :)

I'm also on the look-out for fun movies.

Have a nice day!

Whirlwind of a week

The past week was loaded with classes from 10-6 everyday and tons of stuff thereafter. Which explains my general tendency now to doze off for a couple of hours and not even realize it. Two weeks back, I thought I had all the time in the world to chill and laze around and generally float around. However, NOT the case now. Now is the time help first years and help yourself with projects and suchlike. On the brighter side of the events-from-the-week-past, we had our Bombay Dinner at Casa Piccola! I love Casa for its heavenly Chicken Parmigiana. That's all I ever order over there. I'm told the rest of it is kind of sucky- predominant reason why nobody ever agrees to go there except the devout consumers of Chicken Parmigiana- but the Parmigiana really is crisp and yummy and cheesy and all things nice. I also found out at that dinner that two juniors were from my school- fantastic, innit?! Fish discovered this place on Churchstreet where they have cool merchandise of a lot of rock bands *mental note to self: visit said place*. This probably the appropriate time to give due credit to Aats who actually found said place as opposed to Fish who just- well- went there.

Moving on to more interesting things. I Hate Luv Stories is probably the lamest movie of recent times- though it is terribly entertaining in a laugh-at way when viewed with bunch of unruly friends in almost empty theater (the manner in which it was witnessed by myself and therefore enjoyed). Which is why I fail to understand the millions of people who actually LIKED it. Some reverse psychology of sorts I suppose? Anyway, god help them.

I want to watch Inception.

That's it.

------update-----------

Oh I now realize that I'd already written about- rather slimed- I Hate Luv Stories. This is show what an indelible impact it has left on me. I can't get over it.

I Hate Luv Storys: Laugh-at funny

The worst movie I've seen in a very, very long time. Delhi 6 is better (when you disregard music, and I say this because Delhi 6's music was it's redeeming factor, while I Hate Luv Storys has none). Having said that, it's a brilliant movie to laugh at :) Paisa vasool, that way. Fish and I went with the girls (Aats and Woogs) after their, *ahem* respective rendezvous with their respective possible-future-paramours (or not, but I'm rooting for them, hee) (this is why this blog needs to be censored heavily :( ) and had a heck of a time laughing non-stop. After intermission, we even moved ahead and sat in one of the first few rows because there was nobody around there and laughed even more. Highly unruly behaviour such movies cause us to exhibit.

New Template, inter alia

I thought this would be an apt template given my life, at least for the next two years, is book(s?) ridden and all I talk about on this blog is mundane things from my life. I was also planning on shifting this blog to a more anonymous locale simply because I'd be free to mudsling without fear of being caught (i.e. talk about not so mundane things- in fact, far more interesting things), buahahaha. Might happen. Obviously I'm not going to tell if that does happen. The silver lining to my habitual prolonged absence is that nobody would miss me if I do vanish and start blogging elsewhere because I any way vanish for no good reason. Not like anybody stalks this blog :( but well, in all fairness, it had vanished from the autosaved links on my very own browser as well. Gah, I've abandoned my flippant dreams of earning pots of money from this super successful blog and never having to do any work work. In fact, this blog is now so very deserted, I think it's safe to generally go back to being mean- the way Pot of Thoughts started out as- without a worry. People like mother must be shooed off soon. Persistent stalker she is.

P.S.: This routine of vanishing and re-appearing for one odd post and then vanishing again has done wonders for the "Blog" label. This blog has never before received this much attention on this blog.

Spasm of Creativity...

...takes over during the time before exams. Also, I must now make a list about the next couple of months. Joy!

1. Go to Delhi (that part of the year when posts will be under "Delhi Times").

2. Freeze.

3. Buy new sweaters from Allen Solly to prevent solidification of blood (Allen Solly has this buy one get one free on its winter wear)

4. Visit people.

5. SHOP.

6. Watch Avatar (I know it's pathetic that I haven't yet, but I blame the fact that it's always house full :( )

Standard Delhi plan. This time around, Pengy would also be in Delhi for an internship. So we shall all meet and go shopping together! What fun.

Babyness

All of us may not have a baby voice, but some of us do. It comes most handy while tyring to get something out of people (especially when you sense that it's not something they'd yield to ordinarily), while apologizing (it takes a very hard heart to resist the force of Ze Babyness), while making a ridiculous point which cannot be made in adultspeak but is extremely important in that conversation (Illustration: when your argument primarily is that you think so and therefore it's so). Clearly, adultspeak cannot achieve these miraculous outcomes and therefore the importance of babyness must not be dwarfed. It shouldn't be expected of us (the illuminated ones who use this weapon often) to form a secret society to bond over our style of babyness. In fact, the fact whether one knows about your babyness or not is an indicator of how well they know you/ how well you've let them know you. So, why be adult when you can be baby?

New Template... In hope of developing good blogging habits

I am under a rather delusional impression that if I change my template to something refreshing, it would motivate me to blog more often. You see, in this spree of noticing patterns in my life, I have also noticed that I'd been the most content when I'd been blogging frequently. So this is an emergency side-post of sorts, to record this thought. I like purple so I hope to keep blogging to fill my life with more purple-ness. There. It's done. Have a good day!

Music and Productivity

I tend to be one of those who cannot for the life of her decide which band would have the distinction of being her "favourite". Neither can I listen to a particular band for weeks on end. I also cannot keep listening to new music because I simply cannot appreciate most music until I listen to it repeatedly, on loop, google the band, read about them and so on (not that my memory is very fond of retaining most of what I read). This process usually spans over a few days to a month or so- largely decided by the degree of my enchantment with the band. My current obsession is Death Cab for Cutie but I haven't been able to explore much of their music because of lack of access to well, most of their music. That's on my to-do list though, procuring their music. I think the most productive phases of my life have been those when I was constantly listening to new music. One possible explanation could be that it puts one's mind in motion and therefore it generally becomes more receptive and therefore, quicker and there more productive...?

Anyway, I also badly need to do an update on places to eat in Bangalore. NEED to update that tag. I've been to a couple of places since the last time I wrote on the subject.

Also, to spice things up- I shall bring to you the juciest details of recent exhibitions of Woogs' eccentricity. It's fascinating.... Next post.

Note to Self, Again

Don't lose control. Ever.

This blog is swiftly transforming into digital post-its to self.

Note to Self: Focus

On things that matter.

And that actually make a difference.

And that are almost completely in your own hands.

No point mulling over unfairness. And things which tend to waste other precious things.

Being Nice

I think it's high time I became nicer. In life. To people. Law school has a tendency to make you do/say things that wouldn't have ever crossed your mind had you not been here. Mundane, inconsequential comments about what people are doing, saying, thinking, wearing etc. It really would never bother anybody in any other environment perhaps. But in law school, since people are bored out of their wits when they're not dying under dead lines or want to be nasty while dying under deadlines for relieving pressure (I know, v sadistic)- which basically means all the time- they.... we often tend to be mean and horrible. It's not a nice thing and it should stop!

So now I shall try v v hard to not be unnecessarily nasty (not that one ever needs to be necessarily nasty, but I shall save that liberty) and stay away from conversations that are less about the people taking part in it and more about people who're not there.

While this is not particularly in the nature of a resolution for the new year, but it nonetheless is a resolution of sorts. This reminds me, I need to buy a 2010 diary and organizer.