of mums and marriages

so how freaky is it when your mum sneaks up on you with an article about "Finding Mr Right" from some inane magazine and wants to - 'discuss' - it. Those are her precise words. Discuss?? discuss what?
She wanted to know what's my criteria for marrying a guy so that she could find one for me. Hello?? .. am I missing something here? Can someone tell me what's the logic in her knowing MY preferences so that SHE can look for a guy. Someone please enlighten me.
she poses seemingly hypothetical situations to me.... something like this-
Mother: So say there is this one guy, just suppose you know, NOT that there is one, but let's just SAY there is.
Me: .. uhhh ok.. go on
Mum: and this completely non existent guy has a good job, is ok looking, has lots of money (i'm thinking here ... where did that money come from??) and ..(here she plays what she supposes to be her trump card) lives in ENGLAND! (triumphant expression on face)
Me: .. yeah ...... and?
Mum: then there's this OTHER guy .... completely hypothetical of course, who's got a good job too, is quite good looking, doesn't have that much money (me- where does it go if he has a good job? uses it as toilet paper ?) and lives in AMERICA!
Me: blank look
Mum: so now who would u chose? the one in England or in America????
Me: incredulous look.
I'm bombarded with these kind of conversation every now and then. I will either die laughing or lose my fragile sanity very soon

holy cow...

I have to say the title was inspired from rajat's link to the wikipedia article on Discordianism. Now that I've read that bit.. my brains are sufficiently gone to post something.so i'm back in meerut after my trimester. Actually that alone was enought to scramble my brains.. the article on discordianism was the icing on the cake
Nice to be back to uncivilization after living in that horrendous city. Even the cows seem familiar here.... i swear a couple of them grazing outside our house swished their tails amiably when they saw me..... or it was the effect of averaging 3 hours of sleep over the last ten days. whatever.
so there's no hydro most of the time... that's not so bad.. i can still sleep without the fan so that time doesn't go waste. I have broadband, that's not so bad either. So when I'm not sleeping, which by corollary means there is hydro, I can surf the net.mum has a phone with free sms service. that's not bad at all.. considering i somehow managed to message something like 900 messages last month. ouch. no wonder I have corns on my fingers. and a big hole in daddy's pocket not to mention.

the final countdown...

final placement time for the senior batch... whoooooo... stress, tension you can cut with a knife, tantrums, politics, mental breakdowns, smiles, hugs, cheers.... you name it.. we have a the complete ingredients for a potboiler bollywood movie right here!

stolen ideas...

Ok so Rajat can sue me..I totally stole this idea from his blog post. It's called 20 rants or something like that. Anyway the basic idea is to write 20 things about yourself.. or something like that. Here's my list...
20. I am a slightly reserved person. It takes me a long time to become 'real' friends with someone, but once I am then, at least from my side ...its for keeps.

19. I'm a consumate daydreamer. I can do that for hours on end, in the middle of conversations or while writing an exam. It can be very debilitating at times!

18. I dislike following rules and posses an innate tendency to want to break them.

17. I think a good sense of humour is one of the best things to have in the world

16. In that same context...I can laugh at myself and don't mind people laughing at me as long as its not mean spirited.

15. I do not like making absolute statements especially about future plans mostly out of not wanting to think that far ahead and partly out of the fear of them turning out to be totally different. (me writing this is about the most absolute I've been about myself!)

14. I like staying up late...daytime seems pretty useless to me and I wait for exhaustion to take over to fall asleep.

13. I love taking photos and hate getting pictures of myself taken.

12. Unfulfilled ambition of mine (one of many!).. to have been a professional sportsperson.. preferably a tennis player or an olympic swimmer.

11. I am going to learn to fly a plane one of these days.

10. I do not think that all babies are the cutest creatures on earth and simper over each and every baby that crosses my path.

9. I am afflicted with the extreme forms of butter fingers, two left feet and tone deafness.

8. I can come across as deceptively sincere and solemn behind which hides a devilish but good natured character!

7. I do not believe in ghosts, spirits and the like and at the same time am irrationally scared out of my wits by them or things that go 'bump' at night.

6. I think the person who came up with instant noodles should be given a nobel prize.

5. I take most things lightly..sometimes too lightly

4. I walk, talk and eat too fast.

3. I trust people very easily except with my confidences.

2. I'm the anti-social sorts and usually wait for people to approach me for me to start knowing them.

1. If I was given three wishes.. I'd take one and ask for immortality!

The art of being jobless

Yes! That's right! If collecting rocks, stones and toilet seats and making figures out of them can be an art, if making drawings that look like roadkill can be an art and if numerous other equally useless things can be termed art.. then why not useless-ness itself be considered an art?In fact I would say being jobless is the mother of all those other 'arts'.How would I know you ask? For the pure and simple reason that at this point I would be hard pressed to find anyone else as jobless as I am. I am, what you would call in fancy terms, a connoisseur of the art of joblessness.What discriminates being jobless from say simply passing time, or procrastination is that there actually IS nothing to do. Jobless people do not avoid doing work like procrastinators, they are not simply passing time till they find something better to do. They are fully aware that there is nothing to do and lack the motivation to find something to do. For example watching tv is what I would call passing time. Jobless people won't even do that, instead they will wander around a bit.. pick up the remote, have an internal moral debate whether they should really be watching tv, decide that it is impossible to decide and put the remote down and wander off somewhere else.Walking aimlessly is aslo a part of the activities of jobless people... if you don't mind the oxymoron in there. Walking and looking like they are involved in some deep philosophical thought or thinking about something important is not an easy thing to do and that's what makes it an art. You either have it or you don't and jobless people, thanks to quite a lot of practice, have perfected this walk.Another thing jobless people do is write complete nonsense... and sometimes subject other people to it! Which is precisely what I am about to do....

hong kong or that big gorilla...

movie review time.. !I went and saw Hong Kong.. sorry I meant King Kong. Whatever. It was Sasikumar who said he wanted to watch Hong Kong in his drunk state.. so for me the movie has forever earner the title of Hong Kong.So for a one line review - take some jurassic park, some titanic, add a little bit of Tarzan, mix it al up and season it with a little bollywood emotion and then let evolution go wild!... so much for that.Now that a couple of days have passed since I wrote that review and much has happened since then I will move on to the next topic.I have decided to reform and quit being an alcoholic....mostly because my poor laptop went on a beer drinking binge (entirely involuntarily) causing it much harm. In light of those events I am going to stop drinking more than once a week! This condition of course does not hold once my second trimester results are out.On a more random note... one of the most annoying things in the world is to have broadband internet that's got unlimited hours and be not able to use it. Damn sify! I have to resort to primitive methods like using dial up, opening up this page, disconnecting and then writing this out and I will connect again to publish it. Admittedly that's the true blue desi way and if I didn't have better options I would be doing that gleefully but since I do, it becomes very painful.Time to reconnect and publish this post....

bored out of my brain...

how bored can a bored person be? SO SO SOOOOO bored that Im sitting here and writing about it. And actually hoping that other people will be bored enough to read it. Considering that only two other people read this blog... the chances of that happening are pretty low. And the chances of them being bored even less. So my blog post is doomed to rot in the dark corridors of anonymity. Which makes me wonder ...does anonymity have corridors? I mean why corridors... it could be anything...drawers, basement or whatever else can hold things.As seen from my previous sentence the state of my mind is not exactly what you would call functioning at an optimal level.... or any level.....it's been a day since I wrote that previous stuff. I got sudden inspiration to write mainly from the fact that I have a Macro Eco test tomorrow - a subject I give a crocodile's arse about and know as much as I know about a crocodile's arse.I just got told today that the maximum amount of time I can remain quiet is 10 seconds. That has seriously disturbed me because it is unfortunately very true. My brain is overloaded with nonsense that needs to get out. That explains this post. What my brain is NOT overloaded with is any sort of intellect which causes me quite a few problems in life. If only you could talk your problems away eh! I'd be the most blissful person on earth.Time to get back to studying.