La-La-La-La

An otherwise really boring/lazy/dull day, this day turned out to be quite cool. What made my day??

Half an hour ago I was texting with my brother and he told me to YouTube some songs as I have NO space left in my laptop. Yes! I have achieved the unattainable. All the storage devices have been exhausted. The only storage left is in my phone but well let's not go there. iPhone is strange in that sense!
YouTube is the best thing that happened to the Internet. I opened it to watch some cool videos and the home screen had this:

You know I don't usually fall for Indian men (which is not a good thing since it limits my options). BUT!!!! This one video is a major turn on. The song is quite stilly. Who cares?! Ranbir Kapoor gives me hope that there still might be some decent looking Indian men left to ogle at! Also, he does that one step better than the professional dancers at the back. *.*

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The things I like about living alone in a room are the freedom to one, wear anything you like and two, dance at absolutely any time and to anything. Everyone should live alone at some point in their life! It teaches you to love yourself- something which a lot of us are sadly unable to do. It also teaches you how to chill. 

Also, I have done some of the coolest projects this term. One was Male Habits and the Contemporary Woman and now I am working on analyzing the movie Pulp Fiction as an example of postmodern art. English literature is one hell of a discipline. So glad that I studied it for these three years. 
Reading Charles Bukowski these days. I love what he says: Find what you love and let it kill you!
On my way, Bukowski. 

Lots of love. 
-x-

Indian Fusion-BAD CHOICE.

Just figured out that I am really wasting my time and talent on this common blog called Indian Fusion. I mean, I thought it would be nice and a good experience sharing creativity but I realized that its just a waste of time. The members are too rigid and the content too boring. Happened to write a few posts there, including one poem. Guess not many people were up for it. Its a good space for people who want to share what they think about creative writing but I personally felt that it is not something which would help you to grow in how you write. It was quite funny to see that a lot of its members had given their employment information on Facebook as "Employed as Columnist, Reporter (and other blah) at Indian Fusion". Okay.. is it just me or do you, my readers (if any), find it weird. People are really confused, including the founders. I do not intend to speak ill of it. Just writing what I felt. They call it a "student run organisation" while it just a group blog on WordPress with 70 odd members. Finding it really irritating. Some people write on pretty different issues but others are more or less conventionally stuck in their bubble. Whatever it is. I've had my stint. And trust me, it was BAD. Wrote this one, which I consider very close to my heart. Guess how many people read it? Just one. Funny.
It's called: Mera Mulk, Mera Chowk.


Steps swirling into pavements
And the pebbles coming out from the street tar,
Melting away till they are lost somewhere near the stars;
I have taken all of this and made a pole.
It stands tall in that busy street with a thousand people,
Talking. Sweating. Spitting. Hoarding. Talking;
Hugging tightly in my arms, I have the scroll
From the Mughal Shah Jahan.
Stating immediate arrival of a thousand and five men;
With incredible forearms, straight from the glen,
To be carried out on the sixth day of October,
They built another ruby in Dilli’s taaj.
The pole still stands tall.
The people still talk in appall.
The streets still melt in the heat.
The flies still hover around our feet.
But they couldn’t resist staring at this moment.
Those who said, “The pole is too dirty to look at”
At the minarets which touch the sky and
Smile calmly at them…
“You’re still eating the parathas, my dear. Don’t forget,
You’re in my mulk, my chowk.”