Thursday, June 30, 2011

Trumps watching an entire movie by a mile. Or, yet another excuse.

Sunday, June 26, 2011

People always fit into moulds, we wouldn't have typecasting otherwise, but I saw a man today who looked exactly like a rat. Which is to say he looked ratty. And rodent-like. I'm sure he's a perfectly nice man and definitely more human than rodent but he definitely scurried across the road. I wish I could be more descriptive about this, witty even, but that's all there is to it. He looked exactly like a rat.

I've found out I look like a Staffordshire bull terrier. Not that this proves a point or is accurate in any way as far as comparison goes. Just mentioning it to keep with the spirit, gather?

Saturday, June 18, 2011


My knee's been hurting again, on and off for a while, and now I've been told not to walk so much. Before this I was told not to do yoga but to run on a treadmill. Before that I was told not to do squats but to do asanas. Before that I was told to wear an iron shoe and do leglifts but I think I ran out on that doc. The formula being care for it but don't overdo it, the success rate being next to nil, I still have a weak knee and muscle and fat accumulating right above it and nowhere else, man, how do these things happen. I've never been a sick kid but these strange persistent ailments really put me in a funk sometimes. I can bend five different ways thanks to all the stretching and yoga but nothing will fix this knee short of surgery and it will always hurt in rainy weather. All I need is a shotgun and a flearidden cap and I could beat your arthritic neighbourhood colonel at being cranky. But I don't have a dog. And now I'm forbidden to walk. Amar jibon ekta tragicomedy. Ab bas Everest Expedition then heroic death, nothing to be done. I think I'll go wade in some dirty water now.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011



Sunday, June 12, 2011


Looking at things so that I can get started. All images from here. Crazy crazy good. 

Saturday, June 11, 2011

I have a ginormous wishlist right now that I cannot begin to prioritise. No matter. No matter is my answer to everything nowadays. I can't help it, that's how it is. No matter this, no matter that, no matter death delay destruction deadlines. Occasional instances where I wish everything wasn't no matter, naturally, but too late to turn back now. I feel nothing for where I am currently and it's a quiet sort of ecstasy, a controlled indifference, another of the many cityfreezes. Only I hope this won't turn out like the others. Returning has never sucked this much but I know I'll always return so it's all a matter of conserving energy and killing time and watching people whirl. I don't think I've ever been cool enough for the city. All I want to do is dig around in the dirt and sleep when I feel like. No matter, take a swipe, go on, no matter. Keep your cool, man. God knows I don't have any use for it.

Also, I'm done with this tag. It scores far beyond the other side of redundant, especially on this blog.

Friday, June 10, 2011

Day Eleven: A book you hated: 

I'm not saying I was a tough unprincessy kid, it's just that Sara Crewe has always struck me as exactly the sort of girl who gets a raw deal because she's such an annoying little martyr. To cut it short, this book bored me senseless. Of course, there's always the possibility that I might learn new things about how and why it was written if I choose to pick it up now, and view it differently and all that jazz, but that's not bound to happen anytime soon ever. I hated it thrice as much as I hated Noddy, and that's saying something.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Favourite classic book, but of course - To Kill a Mockingbird.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011


Day 9: A Book You Thought You Thought You Wouldn’t Like But Ended Up Loving 


I've two stellar examples here because Vernon God Little's another story altogether. Anyway, if you have a choice between swatting books away nervously because you know they'll drive you into darkness for a while, and reading them in spite of, uhm, abovementioned knowledge, it helps to not be a cretin. Always remember that darkness is a small price to pay for beauty. 

(If that wasn't a loaded sentence I'm a baboon.)