18

and then patrick swayze died.

creepiest thing ever. it was just sunday night, i was watching ghost with mom, and bawling my eyes out. now i am going to get obsessed about the fact that he is there somewhere, falling in love with some pretty young demi moore lookalike and getting heartbroken and leaving her heartbroken as well as he disappears into shiny glittery shimmery heavenly light.

2009, has had a strange way of making me feel rather old. patrick swayze, micheal jackson, farah fawcett... all childhood icons, faces, crushes... all gone in a year...

its strange when you tend to get so upset about certain events, while other, younger people look positively blank and go "who?" its a sure sign of getting old. old. old. very old.

anyway. age is overrated.

if mick jagger can pull it off. so can the rest of us. i think.

17

11.04 a.m.

i. want. vacation.

i. want. to. travel. and. take. pictures. and. write.

i hate richbratkids. who keep going off every weekend and coming back with useless footage of awesome places.

adopt me brangelina?!!?

16

4:17 p.m.

for inihos.


so i woke up this morning and started to miss her. as the day dragged on, i missed her more.
february, was the last time i saw her :( and i want to see her now again. and talk to her and bug her and talk some more, do some random things and generally feel happy.

life has a terrible way of making things so very unkempt and haphazard when you least expect it, and my life, at this point of time, resembles my messy room so creepily.

come back to kolkata please? i miss u a lot :(

15

6:38 p.m.


i hate. i hate. i hate. i hate it when universities cannot make up their minds. confused phone-calls mumbling "maybe you will get admission" is not helpful. AT ALL.

14

massive writer's block.
considering the fact that writing is how i make money. its a sad state of affairs. i can't even get myself to write updates on twitter properly.

also. these days i am getting more and more intolerant. i have started to hate people who have very limited imagination and cannot understand the subtle. i hate mediocre minds who are happy without realizing that imagination is essentially a part of life.

i hate so many people and so many things. i believe i am turning into an aantel prude who looks down upon the less fortunate population that exists so blissfully without realizing there is more to life. i'm not complaining. not about myself at least.

also, people who say "i don't read" or "i don't like reading" should drop down dead. now. please now.

13

sometimes. the loss of certain things make you realize how better or worse your life is without it.
sometimes, you don't feel it gone. and sometimes, you are made to feel the absence.
i hate potheads who can't remain calm when stoned. i am getting increasingly intolerant. as far as people who hamper my mental peace is concerned.
i asked a close friend to fuck off. others seem to be rather horrified. i am pretty much calm. i don't miss her. i don't want people trying to convince me how much i actually love her. cuz i do not.
pothead i might be, but i really do not need other people trying to make my decisions. let it remain at that. if you can't live with it, i don't know what else you can do about it.

11

back.

with a massive dilli hangover.
i love the city.
i love the food.
i love the people.

i hate divia, the dress stealing, ill-mannered lill cunt.