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You want to be me?

5 days ago
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You do? Eh?

YES you do. Cos I'm the awesomest prductivest person in this part of the world today. I stopped putting up pics of shoes a while ago, haven't even put up my beloved Alice shoes, cos I got really tired of putting up so many in so many different places, but since I've been so productive this last week and today specially:

Productive day

:)

Good God It's Early!

7 days ago
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Saturday, October 31st, 2009

Location: Tanzania

Time: 10:09 a.m.

Weather: Misty..

Writer's comments: Good god it's early!

Sigh. Hello Zonk. I sincerely hope you're not reading this while I'm typing this cos you really should be sleeping this early in the day and also cos that would mean you're sitting here in my room and reading over my shoulder and That would really freak me out. If it was night. During the day I have no issues with ghosts and such. I'm pretty brave by daytime. Anyway, the point of this post is to see if we can convince me to go to class today. So now we proceed to make a list of pros and cons and shit and we must keep in mind that the pros have got to outweigh the cons. The whole point of the exercise is lost otherwise, and if you really think I have time to throw away on pointless activities then you're sorely mistaken and shamefully mannerless and nobody wants to be friends with you.

Anyway. Lets assume I go to class. And lets leave out the nonsense about going to class being a learning experience and everything. It is. But we all know that I could do without it.

Cons:

I waste 4 hours in class.
I waste 4 hours travelling to and from class.
I waste 2 hours meeting Sirus.
Having effectively wasted 10 hours, I will get into the groove and waste the Whole Day.
I won't be painting shoes that need painting.
I won't be planning my birthday party. And oh yeah..my birthday is Coming Soon.
I waste 50 bucks on shortbread chocolate brownie cos brownie mama's shop is right opposite class and I had a dream about eating shortbread chocolate brownies yesterday morning.

Pros:

I won't feel guilty about bunking a class that happens only once a week.
I'll get to feel adult and independent while walking purposefully to class.
I'll get four hours to chill and might make some useful artwork.
I can see what I can do about Frank's tattoo. Okay that should be with point # 3 but we need more pros than cons so we can break it all up into separate points.
I get to wear Alice shoes.
I get to meet Sirus who gets to see Alice shoes.
I get to eat shortbread chocolate brownie.
Dammit I don't have a point # 8 but the trick is to make this list look longer than that one and now it does.

Cool. I think I'm convinced. *cries a little*

Bye Zonk, I should go get ready for class now. Thank you for pointing out the Eight Reasons Why I Should Not Bunk Class. What would I do without you.

*hugs*

~

Ps: this is Thane, not Tanzania. But since it was starting out like a diary entry I did the cool thing and pretended I'm travelling the world.

Stranger

Oct 29, 2009
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There's songs and shows that ought to be banned for the way they glorify things. I was talking to someone today, about a dumb, exaggerated, heartbreak song for a high school boy, complete with catchy images of fairies in bed and silver eye shadow; and a book about a girl who threw away everything just to be in the city that was larger than life in her favourite childhood show. She wised up, though, and moved back, and loved the city anyway but that is not the point. My point is this-- there is so much we are exposed to that comes with little invisible tags that we file away automatically in separate spaces of our minds. And I can't think of any one thing-- song, show or person-- that made me sit up and say 'That's who I want to be'. I wonder what number of things took bits of me and made me who I am today. And I wonder, if you took two people who are alike in some way, and studied them, could you narrow it down to some phenomenon of popular culture (or whatever else) that both parties were exposed to and influenced by..

Dismal it is, and I've always been averse to these overtly socio centric schools of thought, but take away the exaggerated structuralism of it all, and I think we actually have something that seems strangely..nice. Think about it. We are a doomed people in a way, and its nice to imagine that there's absurd little things that form links between us, strangers all. Its nice to imagine that there must be scores of other people typing up scores of things right this minute, all sitting up in their boxers and their pajamas, and imagine how much nicer it would be if all of us were put together in a room and we found that we have in common not just a random hobby, but a vaguely underlying experience that that hobby is known to tend to stem from..

I'm just bullshitting of course, it'd probably be horrible if that happened so systematically and predictably. But my point is, its nice to feel connected to things and people you may never know. And reassuring too. Its like a universeful of possibilities.

--

Anyway. Goodmorning folks :)

(Its not really morning I know but this feels like the sort of thing I'd think on a Sunday morning, not on a Thursday night, so I'm just gonna go with it.)

Fuck you Facebook

Oct 27, 2009
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Okay people, I have a mission to complete, I'm going to destroy fucking facebook, who's with me? I'm really pretty pissed with it now, as you can tell, and honestly, this is IT. I'm done. Kabing. Zagong. I've been trying to send one little update to 325 people and it Just Won't Go. And I did everything right too. I checked. Its really pretty easy, sending updates. But one last try by somebody else, and then I'm off facebook forever.

And if Frank succeeds then I swear to god I'll slap you. This is not about me. Its about facebook malfunctioning.

PS: I may not go off facebook forever..that's a little drastic won't you say.

And again..

Oct 24, 2009
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Imagine loving a thing of wood and the guts of beasts. We who don't can only wonder at how it must be..

If I could start all over again I think I would give up the many things I can half-do for one thing as divine as this.

Stupid Universe

Oct 23, 2009
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Now, Zonk, lets make this clear, I don't want to go to TISS to do Media and Culture Studies. I mean whatever. I don't give a fuck about it. But a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do. I was told I should apply to TISS. So apply I did. I'm not averse to the idea or anything. I'm neutral. Anyhow. Idiots want people's salary slips, even if they aren't claiming to be poor and in need of scholarship. So once I managed to get something done about that I went to the station to get a train, remembered that I forgot my receipt, went back home,got it, went back to the station, found out trains had stopped due to collapsed bridge, went to check naka, took a rick to TISS, and waited in line while they were shut for lunch. Now I'm home and I need to finish my paper for tomorrow.

Life is a struggle. My life in particular. I can see through your Screw Kitu Over Conspiracy, Universe!

Sigh.

Hmm?

Oct 21, 2009
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Goodmorning people, its 11:50 and thats half the day gone and by evening I'll be feeling somewhat alarmed about it. You see,I have a lot to do :| Paper to write. Shoes to paint. And I keep not buying shoes for this excited guy who I keep telling is getting shoes bought 'today'. Not that I'm a lazy person or anything, just that I'm broker than broke and don't have 500 bucks to spend on shoes. And unless I paint them I won't make any money. Its a vicious circle. Ah Universe, that's a clever trick you got there up your sleeve. Which makes me wonder, metaphorically, what the sleeve of the Universe would be. Also, I like the word 'sleeve'. Sleeve.

Anyhow, I got four new pens today :)

I came here to make a Schedule for Today, but screw that, I got distracted. Now I must go write with a new pen. I wish they didn't want printed out assignments, hand written would be So much more fun. Stupid technology.

And now I'm off to take a bath I think.

Byebye Zonk.

~

I'm Awesome.

Oct 20, 2009
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Hello Zonk, I'm not sure I've mentioned this before, but I'm not the type of person that goes to places alone or anything. Not that I'm terribly fond of people in general, just that somehow, I've just never done it. So today I was supposed to go to the museum and take a pic and then head to Asiatic to sit and do my reference. Planned to put in a good five hours or so at the library, which is the smart thing to do seeing as its 75 bucks per day the chuts. And of course I had company, I always arrange for some company.

But what do you know, Zonk. The Universe works in mysterious ways. I've been thinking about it, and I've got a theory that the Universe was listening in on me yesterday when I was telling myself it'd be nice to go sit in an empty cafe somewhere all alone and read a good book. But where I live, there's no such place. And so I ended up sitting on a garden swing and reading for a bit.

Now I know you're thinking I digress too much for any one person, but this time I don't. So stop presuming things and be a good passive reader like they taught us all in school and that we all tried to unlearn in college, but that's another post all by itself, so chill. We'll talk about it next year.

Anyhow, I would've canned the plan for the day, but that's stupid, cos I got a paper to submit and a pile of shoes to paint (16 or 17 I think, as of now, if you want to know, and just in case you don't want to know I'm still telling and also feeling pleased a little bit, so move on). So I went. All alone. And guess what my favourite friend, I had a fucking awesome time.

Went to take my pic at the museum and lingered a bit. Saw the whole thing actually. Came out of there 2 hours later and went to Jehangir, seeing as I was in the area anyway. Then I went to Asiatic, where turned out that the book on my list titled 'Dance of Shiva' had verry little to do with Shiva. But I thought why not read some of it anyway, now that I've started, and ended up reading about Nietzsche's superman being a lot like Buddha and Mahavir and stuff. Then to Sassanian to meet Ajinkya, and then to Bandra to Sheena and Sharvari, where on the way I met Anisha randomly on the road, and (and this is the bestest bit) two trains back home to Thane *beams*.

I'm not sure you know this about me, but I'm a lazy fucking person and I fell into bad company that got me damn used to sitting in cabs and ricks (are you reading this Mark;)). I don't believe in trains anymore, though luxurious travel is eating a hole into my savings. Okay maybe I had no savings to begin with but its certainly doing away with all my earnings. Of course I also had only 20 bucks on me today, but I did borrow some money to get home and I could have ricked it to Sion if I really wanted to, but this awesome person I've turned into preferred to take trains anyway :) :)

And I'm rereading Kafka on the Shore which makes me feel awesomely responsible too while I'm doing these responsible things like taking trains and stuff. I feel just like Kafka.

Which is Wrong. Cos he feels like the toughest 15 year old in the world and I'm nowhere close to being that young even if bouncers and doormen across the city seem to think otherwise the fucking chuts.

Anyway, I'm awesome. And I've decided that I really need to chill with me more often. Its damn good company. And it makes me feel older. Now the only thing left is for Thane to become more like town so I can cycle to these perfect reading spots and libraries whenever I want. Of course I'd have to buy a cycle first. But we'll deal with that soon enough. I swear to god, Zonk, the day Thane becomes exactly like town is the day I get a cycle again. Which my grandchildren will ride I suppose, unless I'm a really fit old person.

And oh, I also think I will go offline more often. I've been thinking, and though I do read quite a lot still, I read much more before I got a comp. Which means I could be a much smarter person if I really wanted. Cyberspace has ruined me. Stupid internet.

And now I'm off to read Kafka.

Goodnight Zonk.

Your's elderlyly

(and no that's not a typo)

-K

:)

An Equal Music

Oct 19, 2009
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Music, such music, is a sufficient gift. Why ask for happiness; why hope not to grieve? It is enough, it is to be blessed enough, to live from day to day and to hear such music - not too much, or the soul could not sustain it - from time to time.

-Vikram Seth

An Equal Music

Oct 19, 2009
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Last night her hands moved in among the keys. What was she playing that appeased my dream? Bach, to be sure; but I had not heard it before. How many chambers does one's heart require to play such music? Was it something he wrote in the years immediately following his death?

-Vikram Seth

(An Equal Music)

Yes I am reading it again.

Fuck.

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