Today-Cheesomantic.

Dear Diary,
Today was beautiful, and that was because of You.
Home is where we belong, and that's you,
Perfection, is an Illusion ,
But Warmth of the illusion isn't.
'Twas You
'Twas Me.
'Twas We.
'Twas us.
'Twas simple, and Happy.
There was too much cheese in the popcorn, or maybe so were we, Chees-o-mantically awesome and way to good looking to be wasted, period.
Damn you :)
Dear diary, maybe you are lucky, because I am telling you first, or maybe I am lucky.
But, 'Twas warm, and lovely.
Maybe I should have done more justice to the post, But Nay, I am too happy and wasted from the happiness, that I rather cling on to that than make a literary excursion.
And now , I finally sleep, with peace, and a smile and a stupid grin in pasted to my face.

The guy.

Come to think of it, as I was minding my own business, bam comes along "The guy"
Something here didn't seem right, but something here was nevertheless too much to ignore.
What does a guy mean when he says lets take a fcuking break?
Now man, one of your own gender asked me to bitch slap the idiot across the face.
Now , Under normal circumstances, I would agree with my best "gay" friend in order, but this apparent "Guy" seems to have a soft spot in mind and I stare back yawning, "Dei enna da panna?"

Now again, Lets be friends, come to think of it, I give you everything cheesy and I get that, Hit me with a tanker and I'll go gladly.
Oh "The guy" Is more than cheesy.
But godamn you, I dont like the things you come and tell me,
Pray I understand, I am not a bambling bafoon, But down the line, my brain's gone into a permanent fuck it mode, and now I really don't know what to say to these men.
What does it mean it. Godamn you.

It drives me crazy. And the unsettling guy, is blissfully unaware, making me wanna throw a stone at him, possibly the influence of merlot.
Oh well.
Some days, and all days, Fuck it

IMAGINE.

IMAGINE.

Imagine

A world without sky scrapers dotting the sky

Imagine

Green forests and a Green skyline

Imagine

All the people of the world living as equals (Meh.?)

Imagine

A lack of diversity

Imagine Uniformity

Imagine grey

Imagine the absence of colours

Imagine black and white

Imagine, and that is how far it will get.

Lack of reality.

The world we live in is of unimaginable depth, of colours. Culture, designs, people, filth, and diversity in its character.

No two designs in a kaleidoscope are the same; no two DNA or humans are the same.

No two snowflakes are identical, Nor the seed arrangement in any two sun flower.

Magic of nature.

Nothings is a copy , an exact copy .. Except probably your last semesters’ notes Xeroxed by the bunch.

The world we live (yes, am getting back to that) is an array of unique elements put together existing together harmoniously (Wars? Humans never learn. Tsk tsk)

City Scape

The world we live in, the cities we take foot in everyday is a transforming abyss, transforming at this rapid phase influenced by various elements-

·         People-society-characteristics-the changing attitude and lifestyle of today’s generation - Us - the brats of the planet.

·         Economy - the constantly fought marketing battles- sensex-nifty -collateral - banking -marketing.. yes all that.

Money Money Money

Up and Down goes the sensex (multiply by infinite times)

·         Culture- 

Sa-Re-Ga-Ma-Pa-Da-Ne-Sa to Do -Re -Mi -Fa -So - La -Ti -Do.

·         Politics - Oh yea, boring money hungry people who eat our taxes , dear politicians influence the city’s evolution - Remember the Metro Railway?

Our cities are transcending our imagination in the pace they are growing at ( Now, I’ve told that way too many times in one way or the other have I not?)

“When you are finished changing, you are finished”

-          Benjamin Franklin

My point is, you flick a switch and sleep too long and you will wake up like Rip Van Winkle

Now, clear your mind of all that i rambled about and IMAGINE.

A world of colours

A world with diverse skyscrapers lighting up the night

A world where the rich live beside the poor

A world where change is constant

A world with ever growing lights and Cities

A world where... Oh just open your eyes and look around.

Reality.

This is where we live

In planet EARTH- A kaleidoscope of pseudo imagination

Popcorn Munchies

Author - Someone who prefers anonymity
Authors Note - Any resemblance or parallels drawn to the living or dead is purely coincidental
and the work of guilty conscience
The post is based on "pure fiction" (if you know what i mean)


" To begin with


Congrats on your new ascent to power.
Finally a head to match your shoulders.
Now you are awesome.
Totally awesome in the ways you devote your time to the welfare of your "Subjects"


You have managed to gain the love of so many people already
We cannot wait to come and rip your lovely heart out of your chest.


Then again, 
You would see me sitting with a bucket of nice fresh buttered popcorn in the background and enjoying "the funnies"

Childishness.

Cute aren't you?

It's funny how power can improve your judgement now to even lower levels.
I'm surprised that you can define even lower levels of judgement with your actions.

"Kya talent"

The one person who is reeking with common sense is you. 
True that, 
we couldn't ask for a better person who can plan things that can only induce peals of laughter in me.
The funnies again.
Quite an entertainment you are.



I just love it when you strut around with importance like a peacock.
Pride?
I'm sure all of us are aware of the particular "famous saying"

Well am just saying 
I have a feeling that things are going to be interesting and yes, as for your enemies
They have found their place, finally.!!
And they really don't bother anymore, especially after the recent dig.
And the other person with guts, she doesn't care either, because she has a life of her own, so i guess you have a free reign now after all.
Unlimited funnies and pop corn 


Strut around, its just a short period.
The world is in Your hands.!
Adios Amigo


-Munches popcorn- "

Lamentations of a Book Slut

So, it was a lazy afternoon and as is normal for any bored-out-of-their-mind college going teenager, I was scrolling my news feed on Facebook. 
But as we all know, Facebook CAN be boring too (not that it stops us from logging back in, 5 minutes after logging out).
So I was about to do the log out-log in ritual when a notification popped up. My friend had tagged me in a wall post.
When I saw the picture she'd tagged me in, I HAD to laugh. Everything that it portrayed was shamelessly accurate.

A Book Slut. 
I'm sure many people would be irked by the particular choice of nomenclature. Not so much the "book" part as the "slut". Well, I'm personally not a big fan of profanities. Occasionally, when situations do not permit to vent my feelings by kicking something or someone, a certain F word along with a bunch of it's mates, line up and make their way out of my mouth (but I swear, the satisfaction of kicking is incomparable).


So, where were we? Yeah... the Book Slut. Though some of you might find it objectionable, I love the name (and am proud to be one myself). It's bold and like I said earlier, shamelessly accurate.


What distinguishes a Book Slut from a non-reader and a reader?

• We don't love books. We are OBSESSED with them.

Imagine this:
A guy. Let's call him Random Dude. So Random Dude gives you two options: In one hand he has 500 bucks. In another, a book worth 500 bucks. What would you choose?


The Non-Reader: "The cash obviously... Duh."
The Reader: "The book... if it's a good one."

The Book Slut: "Oh, that's a simple one. Bitch slap the living pineapples outta whats-his-name, grab the book AND the cash, make a beeline to the bookstore, buy a new book worth 500 bucks. It's a win-win situation. For me."


What you learn: Book Sluts are ruthless when it comes to books and book deals. I'd personally say it's better if you steer clear of being the Random Dude from the above example.

• We don't hold books. We caress them. Like our own babies.

Books are our most prized possessions. Dare to treat them carelessly and *BOOM* you just got your name on a hit-list, bro. 
Dog-ears, pencil scratches, cover creases on paperbacks, spilt food/drinks on our books are NEVER from us. They are ALWAYS from people we lend our books to. And you have no idea how much these crimes irritate us. Yes, you read right. CRIMES. I mean, do we scribble on you? Do we throw food on you? No, right? Then y u do it to our books?! 

WHY?!

This despicable behavior is exactly what prevents us from lending our books to you. We are scared. Ask for anything: clothes, eyeliner, shoes... you name it and we'll lend it to you happily. But never books. Because you DO NOT know how much it physically hurts us when it goes to you in a pristine condition and comes back as a bloody second-hand knock off. 

• Nothing makes us happier than a new book.

A new book: a word worth an orgasm. Hell, even BETTER than an orgasm. The feeling we get when we open the packaging (neatly, obviously) and smell the fresh pages... is indescribable. The fingers softly caressing (am i the only one who is thinking of this line in another context? :P) while the nose reaches for the spine and the brain sings "Hallelujah".... mmmmmm.. absolute perfection. Life does NOT get better than that.

               

          That's how most of us look like after we're done with our package opening ritual.

• We're magniloquent.. and we know it.

We love words. Fancy words that make a normal person scratch their head with confusion. Like I did, with "magniloquent". It's an adjective used to describe someone with an elaborate and grandiose style of speaking/writing. When you hear someone use a cool phrase, you imitate them. You use the same phrase. Why do you do that? When you get the answer to that, you'll also understand our fascination with fancy words. We think they sound cool, they convey our thoughts better and we love it when you ask us their meanings. Why wouldn't we use them? So, stop complaining. You're only wasting your breath. It's not going to make us dumb down our sentences.  

While we're at this, I might as well add that we're ardent grammar Nazis. The charm of an article, or even a person diminishes vanishes, the minute we realize grammar is something from another planet for them. And it does not take long for us to realize this. 

Everybody has some habit that is like second nature to them. Someone bites their nails, someone has an annoying catchphrase, someone talks incessantly. We correct grammar. It's our second nature, though it earns us a lot of nicknames along the lines of "pretentious", "pompous" and "vain". You know something? We don't deny it. We're actually secretly proud of ourselves for being all of those.

• We live in our own little world. When you come in and disrupt our peace there, we are NOT amused.

One of the most annoying things a non-reader can do to a Book Slut is grab the book out of their hands when they're reading. What is this? A lame attempt at trying to include us in conversations? I'll tell you what. It is NOT cool. 

We do not read because we feel left out. We deliberately leave YOU out and travel to places unknown to you. Trust me, its way more productive than your conversations which mostly include elaborately spread-out bitching sessions. We do not need your "sympathy". It's annoying and rude. Besides, you'll be lucky if you don't have a broken limb by the time I grab my book back from you.

I felt merciful that day. So no broken limbs.

So, after all these insults and threats, I hope non-readers get a glimpse of what goes on inside the mind of a Book Slut. Though I won't be surprised if you don't. I agree. We are complex beings. And it would take a lot more than a blog post to actually understand us. You have my sympathy.

But it was a real pleasure writing this rant. It felt like saying "payback time!" to all those people who look at me funny. Just because I read books.

The next time you come across a Book Slut, beware. You never insult a higher being. NEVER.

Post Script: This post was written purely for entertainment purposes. The author is solely responsible for the views expressed.

Any offence caused intentionally or unintentionally is deeply regretted. NOT. HAHAHAHAHA... like I said, "Payback time!!" 

MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!