Happy Friday

Did I say 'Fat'?

I know the things I say will come back to bite me in the ass someday.
That's why, every time I take the liberty to call someone 'fat', I almost immediately follow it up with a silent prayer begging the Universe not to make me three things, fat, ugly or poor. Or a combination of any of those.
And depending on the tone I used while using the 'f' word, I also ask for one lethal superpower... just in case someone decides to come sit on me.

Little Little Little

He was something she had only seen on posters in the city; unkempt hair, short pants, a side bag and dark sunglasses that only ever came off while talking to the elders. But what really drew her little feet to him was the whole different universe he carried on his shoulder. For the first few days, she observed in wonder as he sat with the village heads, dug into his bag and laid out his wares; a set of detailed maps, a compass, pencils in myriad colors, blank sheets of paper and a monster of a camera that clasped his neck all day. When he finally took notice of her sharp, brown eyes following him, he smiled, bent down and handed her a bright blue pencil. From then on, she accompanied him everywhere. And from then on, everyday, he would reach into his bag and pull out something for his faithful little companion. A few days ago it was a golden paper star, yesterday it was a toffee, and today, an eraser shaped like a rabbit. They never spoke in words, these two, only smiles and shapes. And she woke up every morning wondering what part of his wide exciting world he would share with her that day!

The Fact That...

The fact that a lesbian might have lived in my hostel and that I never even tried to verify it (in the presence of so much bait) saddens me to no end!

Summer 2010 on Twitter

This summer heat continues to ruthlessly compound my problems... As if it wasn't already hard for me to keep a pair of pants on!

I am so hungry that...

I am so hungry that I want to cover the whole planet with gooey evil dark cocoa, pack it in a sweet bun and eat it! But then again, it’s full of human worms and filthy oil spills so maybe not.

These Days...

...You know that people have reached the end of their tether and you've got to take them seriously when they say, "Dude seriously, not cool!"

Bleak 101

Will the Boy...

Will the boy that my mother's trying to find me please show up?
Because the one I'd like is being fiercely guarded by a shield of better sense and ambition!

Under the Table and Peeping

Of everything that American politics has thrown at us, this will remain my most favourite moment.

Who...

Ate my chi?
Invaded my aura?
Leaked my karma?
And stole my cosmic manipulator?

Holi in Utah

Don't you just love this picture?

And this one too?

So head here to have a look at the whole bunch!

'Coz You Got Fat

It’s so tiring making up excuses and giving explanations.
Can’t I just say, ‘coz you got fat’ and hang up?
Or if this were reality, say, ‘coz you got a beer belly and you don’t even drink!’ and hang up?

The Good Thing

The good thing about religiously practicing yoga for four years or more is that, over time, a not-so-pleasant memory remains but the unpleasantness associated with it fades away.
The bad thing about religiously practicing yoga is that it leaves you with the concoction of a forgetful heart that's as reckless as ever and an experienced mind trying hard to drill better sense into it.

Boring = Death

The Thing With

I started this post with...
The thing with dating someone who doesn't read or have a preference for music is that you never know what to give them for their birthday.

But then realized that it should ideally be...
The thing with dating someone who doesn't read or have a preference for music is that you shouldn’t be dating them.