what’s your’s?

Just the other day, I found out that ‘Brangelina’ are going to adopt an Indian baby. Given the fact that they are on an ‘adoption spree’, another baby in the family is alright. But what the interesting part is, they want to name this Indian baby India. Isn’t that cool? I wonder how will it sound if her other babies were named Euthopia, Cambodia etc…

I love the name India, it’s a very beautiful name… You know? Even Mountbatten’s grand* daughter was called India ( benefits of having a ‘encyclopedia’ as a roommate. Oh, you knew that already? Well yeah, I sucked in History so… )

Speaking of names, I love the name Zaara. And Mathew. And Joshua. And Gayatri. And Mark. And Ahmed. Zoya. Arnav. Trishabh. David. Shraddha. Zaif. Kartik. Anwar. Sakshi.  I can go on…

Oh I love the word Greek. And boulevard. Despair. Egypt. Lost.  Sydney. Argot. Apostasy. Smile. Sunshine. Faith. Chicken. Click. Superb. Twain. Entangle. Breathe. Home. Ocean. Orange. Zeus. Artemis. Book. Paper. Sight. Cut. Blue. Mexico. Precious. Myth. Trash. Hindi. Fly. Poetry. Trice. Slapdash. Greece. Spain. Lip. Boots. Shine. Cavort. Arriviste. Expunge. Grow. Lazy. Supine. Learning. Fall. Autumn.

Ok this is not going anywhere. But I think my favourite word remains Greek, what’s your’s?

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n this part of my life is called- Bangalore

After finishing school with a commerce background, I took up an Honours course is Philosophy from Delhi University. Those three years of reading the Indian schools of thoughts, analysing art as an aesthetic experience, debating about Hume and Descartes and trying to justify our stands on topics like ”euthanasia’, turned out to be the best days of my life. And then, I came to Bangalore.

Bangalore changed my life completely. From experiencing “hostel life” to meeting some of the most amazing friends, to falling in love and losing a friend to cancer, Bangalore has given me an experience called ‘Life’ and I am loving each and every moment of it. The traffic jams, the pollution, bad roads, language problems, food problems etc. are just a part of this beautiful eperience called ’Bangalore’…

 I do miss home and I know I will have to go back one day, but as long as I am here, I am going to love every bit of it…

Living by yourself , dealing with all sorts of people, being dumped by so called ‘friends’, being broke at the 5 of every month; still going to expensive places to eat, missing home; dreading going there at the same time, travelling in horribly expensive autos and fighting with even more horrible autowalas etc etc etc… All this wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t decided to come here 2 years ago. Unlike those who regret doing this, I am glad that I came down to Bangalore.

I love this place. I like it here. I don’t wanna go back…

If given a chance, maybe you should come and spend some time in this city. You never know, you might fall in love with it as well, just as I did…

me is back

Hey all!

*My apologies to those who read this space everyday. I have been *very* busy with work and hence no posts in this month.

So they’re married. Well, it’s okay I guess. You know what I’m talking about, don’t you? Oh c’mon… But you know what? Now that I see their pictures splashed all over the newspapers, I think I am over it. :p And I am happy for them. I guess they do make a nice couple.

Staying with a ‘trivia queen’ is so much fun. She gives me pieces of trivia about almost anything and everything related to our beloved film industry. From ugly details about who’s sleepin with whom, to everyone’s claim to fame. I enjoy it, completely; sometimes shocked, sometimes enamoured, it’s good fun. I am glad I moved in with her. Life is so much tension-free

It’s been raining in Bangalore. There is a sudden splash of shower on your way back from work and you are soaked to the skin just to reach home and find out that there will be a night long power-cut. Brilliant. I love Bangalore.

Life is funny. ( I say that a lot, man!) People walk into your life, you form judgements about them; you like some, you don’t like some, but you are constantly judging. I feel suffocated at the very thought of being judged by someone non-stop. But that does not stop me from judging others. And the funny part is, people never fail to surprise you. I think relationships are the best topic to do a research on. Or to be precised, human beings, their behavior will make a perfect study; completely beyond explanation, yet so interesting.

According to a dream I had, life is all about ‘building sand castles’. No, not getting into details this time. Not worth it. But I find this very interesting. You build one, you break it if you don’t like it and go on building another one. Sometimes, it breaks on it’s own and you go and attempt to build another one… It is ‘all about building sand castles’. Trust me.

State of mind? Blank.

Song? ‘Can’t help fallin in love with you’ (it’s playin on my comp!)

Weather? Comfortably warm. Hoping it rains. (No, *only* once I get home)

Should get back to work. I seem to be getting a lot of it these days. I like it. I mean, it keeps me occupied… you know?

O well…