Dear Diary,

Inferiority complex isnt something that ive always had but seeing the number of ideas my blogger friends have constantly and come up with some creative thing or the other, i'm beginning to wonder, should i let my blog sleep? Or should i use the tiny li'l thing in the head of mine called the brain and sacrifice some amount of sleep and peace that it can get? Anyway, it's been too long since i wrote anything decent, 240 odd days and so much has happened since. It is impossible for me to recall the interesting stuff and write about all that thanks to the memory of a goldfish that i have.

Yeah, finally coming to the title, a few friends of mine and I were discussing about how we maintain diaries and other stuff related to that. I am one person who definitely needs to maintain one constantly so that it'll be easier to recall things! How many of us maintain diaries (not an e-diary or some such thing)? Write things personal/can't be told to others/ something thats bothering us etc etc. in it regularly? Well, i don't think many people fancy writing to typing or paper to word these days. For me, its so much more satisfying to write something at the end of each day, be it the events of the day or something funny that someone said (dont i sound like joko , so darn vague! :P) or even some random thought that you recollect that happened ages ago. Naming a diary is not something that i've done so far (Nadine, is that you?) but doing that makes you feel like you actually are talking to someone. :-/. And, reading old diaries bring back such pleasant memories and tends to life your spirits, doesnt it? I still can't understand how an e-journal can substitute pen and paper! As usual, I cant think of a fitting way to end this post, it's been quite a while since i wrote anything, i better wipe the dust off my diary and write in that as well!

Toodles!

afternoon blah

Grass is always greener on the other side. So they say. They also say ignorance is bliss. What you don’t know won’t kill you and curiosity supposedly kills the cat. How are we supposed to find out about the ‘other side’ if these sayings ask us to contain ourselves with the answers that we have? Isn’t asking questions good? If yes, where’ll the answers come from? I think there’s this someone(who according to this other someone is very fishy) who will answer all of life’s unanswered mysteries ‘someday’. If not, we just have to ask them many simpler questions to find the answer to one big question. On the whole, they always like to confuse us don’t they?

p.s- 1st time i'm typing something in the section that says- Labels for this post : :-B

BLACK (or white?)

A common sight that you see outside a movie theater, especially if the movie is brand new or super-hit is people selling tickets in black. I've purchased tickets that way 2-3 times in the past, never did i experience what i did today.
Normal day to begin with. We went just in time for the movie only to see house-full board at the ticket counter. And, the guy at the counter said 'you should've come before 2 minutes'. Sigh! Wondering what to do we look around only to see mere baap pehle aap playing in the next theater. Throwing one another an expression of disgust we waited for don't know what. After a wait of around 30 minutes, we gave up.
We finally started walking out which is when there were these people who were chanting 'balcony balcony'. On being asked how much, he said '100 rupees madam'. My friend very smartly asked '100 rupees for 2 tickets?' (I couldn't suppress a grin because I knew (so did she) that the tickets costed 65 bucks apiece) . There began the bargaining. We said we were ready to pay him 160. He dismissed the idea without even considering our beseeching looks. With heavy hearts we began tracing our steps back to where we parked our vehicle. The guy who earlier said no to 160 rupees came running towards us and said 'give me 160 and take these tickets, the show is about to start'. We couldn't belive our eyes, readily gave the amount and walked inside the theater.
We went in the theater, the guy nicely tore our tickets, and then we happily went to occupy our seats and we found 2 other people already sitting. The guy who shows people to their seats asked us for our stubs and verified with those people and saw that they had the same seat numbers. He asked us how much we paid for these tickets. We said '80 rupees'. He grinned making us look worse by the minute. He later came and said ' these are tickets for the morning show'. We were stumped, felt extremely stupid and walked out hurriedly(with one half of the ticket) in a hope to find the guy who sold us the tickets. Hah! Like he'd lurk around, wait for us to come yell at him or whatever. End of story? No, not so soon.
Now that we didn't have any other option, feeling awfully cheated we walked towards the parking lot which is when we were approached by 2 people. One of them told me ' I want two tickets please give them to me'. The other one said 'no, no don't give him both, give me one'. The 1st man had already snatched the tickets from my hand, oh they weren't even tickets just the stubs, thrust 150 bucks in my hand and left in a jiffy. I was so shocked when he asked me for the tickets, even more shocked with how quickly it all happened and I had the 150 rupees in my hand. I still am very puzzled with the whole thing. There is something very wrong. But we were tensed-happy that we got our money back. All sorts of things started reeling in my head. What if that money was fake? What if it were some kind of a nasty business that we got ourselves into? Who was that man? Well, you know..
How strange do you think it is?

Make new friends
but keep the old.
One is silver
the other gold.

Mim, from The Guy Next Door

I dunno why i got reminded of that now.
Change is good, but how good is the question.
I've already blogged about how things have changed so much. Nothing is gonna be the same again. The people, the circle of friends, the hanging out part, the classes you attend and the people that you attend with, nothing.
Somehow at this point of time it just doesn't seen right, Birla uncle take away one entire year from the college life that we can have. Early goodbyes, work, money, project, intern is what these holidays have been about. It's not the just-lazing-around holidays. When do you have ps? Where are you planning to stay? What company? How much does it pay? When'll you come to Bangalore (or Goa)? Ah, I just wanna not go through all this a year before it actually should happen. Anyway, I just wanted my mind off this thing for a while so the post :) . For those of you who are going for ps, good luck and for the rest of you, enjoy the last (or the 2nd last) sem in college :)

Auf Wiedersehen!

P.S.- This will probably be my last post before ps. One or two of those stupid questions in my head might come up :P

P.P.S- I love that book ! :)

Toothpaste theory

Are you like "what the hell!!" ?
What do you think it might be?
How close do you think you can come to the actual theory? :P
Well, tell me what you think it might be, i'll make gow post abt the whole thing (it's her theory!:))

Cheersssss!!

Err what?! :O

Few shocking things i've seen on tv in the recent past-
On some mtv programme on being asked who wrote the national song- the girl replied Subhash Chandra Bose. thats not all, she dint seem embarrassed or anything on saying something as foolish as that! What do these ppl learn in school?
More famous mtv roadies - qsn- whos the president of India? How can a person not know the president of his/her own country?
Answers that came up- Manmohan Singh, APJ Abdul Kalam, Sushma (I know its a lady but dunno the name.. i mean how on earth!).
Channel V Iq- people couldn't identify Pratibha Patil but most ppl could identify Esha Deol.. Tch tch
If this is the literate population of the country, we seriously are in grave danger! :-\
Oh this is something worse (happened in the US, pheww)- On the show beauty and the geek when someone was asked when the next presidential election is gonna be held, someone said 2006!!!!!

Peace!