ferris wheels and orange peels and growing up deals. October 11, 2009
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not very long ago. i loved ferris wheels.
not very long ago, i would wait impatiently in line and sit on the rickety iron seats and wait for the wheel to turn. round and round and round.
it just made me smile.
the wind through my hair.
the messed up curls.
the hair in my eyes.
the inevitable scared kid on the ride.
the bad jokes which always prophesied our blatant doom as the wheel came to sudden halts. making us feel like gods as we surveyed whatever lay below. pointed. smiled. and waved back. at the lesser mortals, who obviously did not understand what being god was.
and we laughed.
2009. it changed.
sometimes, growing up, isn’t as brilliant as i thought it would be. even a few years ago. it makes u look bored on ferris wheels.
it remotely reminds me of peeling oranges when i was younger. much younger than just a few years back… i used to be obsessed. the entire process of peeling an orange and eating it was what my typical winter afternoons would boast of. never would i get bored. of the texture. the colour. the smell. the way i could spray the colourless liquid onto my skin, squeezing the peel.
and it stung, if it ever hit the eye.
that made me giggle as well…
i haven’t peeled an orange with much heed in god knows how long. had it not been for cosmetic products and tetra packed juices, i probably wouldn’t have even remembered the smell.
i miss small joys in life that made me smile. small joys, i could call joys without being laughed at.
growing up, really isn’t worth it. what good is life without thrills and smiles and good times beyond the usual sex, drugs, alcohol and make money grind?
whats the point in growing up. when smiles, become rarer? joys harder to find? and cheap thrills mundane?
i think i shall youtube some penelope pitstop now.
some joys. are thankfully still alive.
on youtube.
of drafts and stubs. October 6, 2009
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i have started with this post for the fifth time now. and i am determined to publish this. doesn’t matter how inane it sounds. i will publish.
so i have a pretty long term paper to complete by tomorrow. submission time is 11.10. and me, being me, am still stuck in the initial few lines. doodling along the margins and repainting my nails the violent shade of pink that i have fallen so madly in love with.
of course, there are the customary cigarette stubs to add effect to the environment and the bottle of cola and more nail-paint.
bloggers are dead these days. after half an hour of killing time and browsing blogs, i found nothing that was worth bookmarking. nothing that made me want to read beyond the first posts either. just a bunch of braindead kids chronicling their underaged lives, with minimum use of words and a lot of high contrast, badly edited photos.
everything makes me feel rather old these days.
i wonder what it will take to become 16 again.
inglourious. so now, who wants to send a message to germany? October 2, 2009
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high on adrenalin.
blood.
racism.
tarantino.
the basterds proved to be so fucking awesome i really do not have much to say about it, but gasp. remotely like a goldfish in a glass bowl.
how the fuck can tarantino go “bingo” with an experiment style!? how the fuck can he manage to take history in his hands and turn it into putty and make a movie and make the audience BELIEVE, that, is what ACTUALLY happened. the books lie!! how the fuck can he even think of retiring young! that man. that genius. tarantino.
he made eli roth act!!
he made pitt look rapable.
he made everyone doubt history texts.
he went to war in this one. minus the bride. minus el wray. minus vincent vega. minus kim. minus everyone else who fought so far. he took with him hans landa and aldo raine… and it was the most beautiful sight ever.
much as i vehemently hate pitt and the smug face, for a change, it seemed to be almost welcoming. even, handsome… and waltz. he deserves an oscar! he HAS to get one!!!
i have been ranting for a while now. quite a while. to everyone about the movie. i think i am also turning into a psycho killer (much to dee’s glee) who has now found fuel to actually feel proud about her racist streak.
i love tarantino.
here. i would like to quote irvine welsh, “take the best orgasm you ever had, multiply it by a thousand and you’re still nowhere near it.” but then again, the best orgasms of life, is certainly not tarantino induced. lets leave it till here tonight.
amen.
a new blog and some more. September 29, 2009
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i have decided to start blogging again. this time, not halfhearted posts, which do not make me want to come back to the blog. no shortcuts that include me only numbering the posts. no rudeness by not bothering to reply to comments and post new ones on reader’s blogs.
none of the rubbish i have indulged in. none of the laziness that has led me to doubt my abilities to write beyond tweets shall be showcased here.
it feels terrible that the pujos are over. in the blink of an eye. its not fair, time seems to fly by when you are genuinely happy. and you never want the happiness to dissolve. its not about the new people i met, or the old ones i started loving more than ever. its about the time spent with that special someone. time, tracked on a timer, you know will give away any moment now.
the moments of indecisive crankiness that represent most of my existence now is possibly because of the fact that i know time is running out. and faster than i would like to believe it is.
and that, was my cue to start kicking myself mentally, trying to figure out what was happening inside my head, all these years. how difficult was it to take a step that meant happiness. when i knew what the odds added up to. what was the point of waiting.
its painful. knowing that time is running out. when you have just realized what you have missed out on for so long, and want to make up for every single lost day.
