Aura of Non-Chalance

I am waiting for my antibodies to form a battalion and then strike against my virals. Those miniscule, microscopic “living” beings are not bothered about me? Now is that done? Certainly not. I promise you that I will keep you and nurture you in my system as long as you dolts want…but firstly eradicate this terrible thing called flu from my body! And no, I don’t have swine flu. Swines do not get swine flu. Some oddball even tweeted me this – @Ipsita_Shome swine flu? sorry i know everyone is asking you this question !!!!!!

My trip to the picturesque mountains and snow covered peaks has only a week left. If I do not recover by then, don’t think I will forgive you antibodies :@
Awhile ago I was sneezing as frequently as a nerd in competition to an even bigger nerd..but now, hell yes now, the sneeze doesn’t come out, only it’s existence among the many side effects of my flu exists. That is, when I have a heart-filled yearning to sneeze, it just doesn’t happen and results me in teary eyes.

Irritated you enough with my immortal maladies. Sorry about that.

Some latest gigs that overwhelmed me-

* Yesterday Rio de Janeiro won the Olympics 2016 rights over Madrid. Fascinating news? Well yes. Not for me though. I was more fascinated by Paulo Coelho’s jumping, limping, dance of frenzy when Rio de Janeiro was declared the winner. Holy cow! Look at him…hardly 5ft in height, incredibly thin and a Ramkrishna like smile(somewhat like laughing Buddha too). I wondered, does he have a knee-insurance?
* Raj Thackeray literally slaughtered the release of Wake up Sid on friday morning as Mumbai was called Bombayrepeatedly in the film…A worried Karan Johar hurried to Thackeray’s mansion for an apology and promised a disclaimer. Wait. Hold on. Thackeray’s daughter studies in “Bombay” Scottish School. I will write nothing on this topic after this. Full stop.
* Nehru once said,”Hindi-Chini bhai bhai”(or behen-behen…whatever.) Look at those masquerades. In the skirmish between Pakistan and India over Kashmir, the Chinis are taking over parts of Kashmir it seems. Thwart their face as many times as they bow before you for greeting you.
* A Japanese airline, asked its passengers to pee before boarding so that a five-tonne reduction in carbon emission occurs. Just Imagine!

Inventory of the Antics

Durga Puja around the corner. People babbling about it. I am sulking about not getting enough pocket money. I offered to do some chores in exchange of those Gandhi printed notes, but my diabetes-sweet mother flatly refused. Grrrrrrrr! Grrrrrrrrr! Grrrrrrrr! I know I am sounding like to-be-crumbled truck engine.

Another point, why do I know everything? There should be a relative amount of ambiguity to make life “interesting”. And mine’s very insipid here.

Okay…now coming to the point, I went shopping this Saturday(my only instance of profit in the last few decades-though I am not even nearly two decades old!) and saw amusing “Ripley’s Believe it or Not” moments. My sister engaged herself into a dreadful fistfight with a boy of her age approximately but double her size. I don’t know how but she won…and got an ice-cream gift from me for being so chivalrous and making me laugh for quite a time-period!

Then came my mother whose antics will make into an entire book. A girl was eyeing an intricately gorgeous looking kurta when my mother jumped from nowhere like superman(woman) and grabbed the dress from the hanger. I was gaping in amazement. But hold on, then she started rebuking me for not being a pro at getting things. Her exact words were, “what would have happened if that girl(slightly pointing at the girl) took the dress?”. My exact words, ” What would have happened?” She let out a bull-roar( I am not calling you bull mom) and went to the paying-counter. And then on our way back replied to my question in a meandering manner. “This is the impact you people(don’t know who else falls into the ‘you’ zone) get due to sitting in front of the computer for prolonged hours.” I was like, “what?” She turned her face away and refused to speak to me any further.

Lastly, though embarrassing and I am this shameless chick, I am not at the least gone red in admitting the fact that I was nearly going to break my bones by falling off an escalator. My mother went red, father was busy rescuing me and sister chuckling away to her heart’s content. People around me staring at me wide-eyed and giving what-a-villager look. I wanted to hurry away from the spot but fell down again. Damn the escalators…it was never easy with them.

Inventory of my Pensive

Morning newspaper is a compulsion for me like the rheumatism struck pasty-haired folks. I am a rather lackluster of a person, really. But then I am in love with myself, so hell with what others think. Though I don’t actually know what others think. I rely on my preconceived notions of the person’s conduct or my exceedingly weird technique of face-reading. But myself being a complete fool in all this juvenile activity I rather type down my own thoughts, the ones which kept me on hold for more than 5 minutes(myself being a drifted minded lass.)

My throat is aching as if I am a-to-be-slaughtered-bakri whose throat is being sliced with the most blunt of knives and the butcher is ruthless enough to let me suffer[that ruthless butcher is you God...I hate you for such unbearable agony ]. I expended more than half an hour worrying about it….a big Ouch to my precious time!

An article in the newspaper read that NDA wants the 34th National Games to be held in October or November only after the elections, because they wouldn’t TOLERATE the delay of something GRAVE as elections which is a subject of national significance. I jeered over the NDA’s sudden concern over national issues. I literally had an extempo on the phone about this topic with a friend who is one of those intellectual beings whom I worship from the bottom of my heart. Typing down as much as I remember of the so-called extempo. ” Drown these cult politicians into a chullu bhar paani….you know what, when YSR Reddy breathed his last it was definitely a subject of national mourning as it is really thorny to get a politician and leader of his caliber. But what is with people and their jinxed emotions? AP politics is not my subject of expertise but still is it really intelligent of the AP people to put up junior Reddy into the gold plated chair? Do we not need to invest a little of our grey cells when it comes to such a responsible post and not indulge in fervor and sentiment. What were the NDA dolts(I love Suhel sir for this word) doing when people swam into pools of thoughtlessness and chose bosom over brains? My abhorrence towards these gratuitous blokes is on the verge of flood I say!” Well this was precisely my take on the Kings of Fools[I use plural as they are not just one]

And then, my thinking machine engaged in Locus for more than five minutes….actually it was 2hrs(the time period for which my tutor teaches me). I put the handsome end of my pen on my forehead and posed in a Newton-ish manner while my tutor gaped at me as if I will pen down something as revolutionary as Principia Mathematica any moment. I could not prevent myself from leaking out a giggle

Drowsy

“Do something special today coz then it’ll be really easy to remember when it happened..”
This was the status message of a friend on facebook. Here I am bunking school(not literally though),chewing dry honey flakes,listening to music in my mp3 player and BLOGGING. Anything significant you noticed here? No I guess. Neither have I!

The soft winnowing wind brushing against my face, my arms cold as marble, my mind blank as ever. Anything worth noticing? No.

My neighbor and chaddi buddy came over to my house to celebrate bunking together…..she planned an evening of sky-scraping budget that she would eventually end up paying. You are bewildered? No.

I had a dream. Someone left me forever. I can’t reach for the hand…I want to desperately but I can’t. Zealous fury overcame me during the course of the night(mare). Are you amazed? No. Everyone of us sometime or the other are stalked by agony-dreams. It was my turn today.

“The work goes on, the cause endures, the hope still lives and the dreams shall never die.”-Edward Kennedy

P.S. It was one of those countable dreams that I would see again and again until…………………………

When I am a Sleepy-Head

When siesta strikes my body and brain I indulge myself into several bizarre activities. Topping the list is my fit of superfluous laughter… I don’t know the reason behind such babbling gushes of anonymous sources of gaiety. I write stupendous stuff in the drowsiness of sleep. Don’t ask me the mechanism….I don’t know it. I prohibit one of the basic needs:food. And that makes my mother give another reason to compare me with one of my classmates who is according to the lady a perfect daughter and later a lady in the making. Whatever! Another very menacing secret….you don’t need to make me drunk or hypnotize me to get any dark secret out of me….1 sedative and I will puke it all out.

These my friend were concisely the petty nuances of When I am a Sleepyhead.

P.S.: this is the first time that when I am sleepy ; I am writing extravaganza of shit in a blogpost. Forgive me

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Rendezvous with the Anonymous

I had so many things to write about in the past several days. But I did not bother to open this site and type down a few words. Why? Because I was just not interested dude! Now….right now when that infrequent desire is rushing through my veins my brain is taciturn. Am I gradually turning into a rust crest grinding machine? My teachers want me to drink down pages of Laws and their postulates and I am doing a pretty nice job there. My mother wants me to pursue a life I am remotely interested in….and yeah I am a pro there too. My friends call me up to solve their lovestruck-romeo mysteries and ironically I am a genius there too, though boyfriends were never existent in the small history of my life

But you people know me, right?
I am a coop-demolisher and hardly the type to remain under stereotypical nuances of people. And hence I chose to breakthrough my way. I am still doing it, mind it; and trust me it is not a piece of cake. You’ve got to have the stamina dude to gobble down dishes of jeerings and silent cold looks every single day. But remember I am the pro. I would rather end my life in attempting free fall rather than by overdose of sedatives; If u know what I mean.

This post has come after a long time and you people expected some “stuff” to be in it. It may be void according to any of you but for me it was the most comprehensive.