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Month: June, 2009

Random # 2

Ok..its been aΒ  while since i posted last, and I have been aching to write one, but couldnt think of anything. SO here goes another totally random post from me!! (Sorry guys, I know its all stupid ranting and rambling!!)

Its scorching here. With close to 45 degrees Celsius, there is no respite from the weather. No signs of rainfall. And look at Mumbai, flooded!! I think I should re-consider shifting there with Dad. But then nothing like apni dilli. πŸ™‚ Ignore the heat, no rainfall, power-cuts, crime-rate etc etc, and Delhi is a decent place to live in πŸ˜‰

My last week has been full of confusion and dilemmas. I was suddenly told by some education consultants that I should try for my Masters in Law in University College London, since I have very ‘good’ marks! That made me happy cz i did not think my marks were good enough…so anyways, after a LOT of confusion and meetings and discussions, I have decided to postpone it till next year, and apply for scholarships. So Insha-allah I should be off to some good college (read Oxford/Cambridge or NYU/Harvard/Columbia) in the next two years. (IF my parents don’t suddenly decide to get me married off!!).

Then I went to the Courts, gave an interview to an Hon’ble Judge of the High Court, for a job with him. I should get another interview call very soon. My nights are usually spent waiting for the electricity to come so I can sleep peacefully in the AC (I know I am a spoilt brat!! ) and also getting anxious about my future.

I don’t want to work in a firm, i know it wont be the right place for me. Later on maybe yes, but not now. They pay brilliantly well, but I don’t mind working with a lawyer, earning 5000 bucks (initially!) and getting work satisfaction. But the reason I wish that i get a job in the firm is the money. I want to hand over the money to my mom and tell her to take retirement, take care of her health and move in with dad, who is in Mumbai. Its really sad that at this age they are forced to live apart and work in different cities of the country so that their children get a confortable life. 😦 😦

The last two days have been really weird.. I mean MJ died, and so did Prof Anil Wilson and the Ex-Chief Minister of Rajsathan Shri Shiv Charan Mathur also passed away..

I hate deaths and talking about deaths. And this is precisely what my best friend does. Talk about death, his death, so often that I just cant take it. He doesn’t understandΒ  how much it affects me… just to think about deaths.

My random thoughts are over. Please don’t comment because now that I read this, its pathetically horrible that I wrote things that are so unrelated to each other, and I don’t think they make any sense!!



He came. Smiled. Looked at her. Looked at her innocence. Looked around to see that the girl’s mother has as usual left for work, and left her in his and his wife’s custody. Afterall they were the only relatives the girl and her mother had in the town. He again smiled at her. Made her sit on his lap. Tried to play around with his foolish words. She was young. Not yet a teenager. Growing. Blossoming into a young woman. He asked her silly questions and she tried to run away from him. He grabbed her by her arm and forced her on his lap again. She tried to wriggle out again but it was all in vain. He was a man, a full grown up man, afterall. Then he did it again. Did what he has been doing for the past few months. Touched her, at places where he shouldn’t. She felt weird, looked around to find some help, but there was no one. Not her cousins, not the wife of the man and not her sister. Just alone. She tried again to break free. He pushed her back again. This time with more aggression. She winced. With pain. With disbelief. She did not know what was happening, for she was too young. With time, the instances increased. Now in front of her little cousins, who had no idea what was happening. She felt pain. Hurt. Disgust. Disgust with the man and with herself. Untill she decided to bring it in the light. She went and told the mother,who forbade her to ever step into the house. But the mother did not confront him nor his wife. Was she right? Was it justified? Maybe yes. For she did not want to ruin the relationship she had with the wife. Albeit she took precautions. The girl did not see his face for the next few years. Untill she was old and strong enough to tackle him. Whenever she did meet him in family functions, the mother always ensured she was around.. always.

Perhaps the man learnt his lesson for he never dared touch her again.

Yeh Mera India

This happens only in India πŸ™‚

Some pictures I came across on the net! Enjoy!! πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€








ok…so here goes a totally random post from me..

Last few weeks have been totally awesome for me. I am having the time of my life these days, and hoping i enjoy it while it lasts, before i get a job (though I am aching to get one…nevertheless I am sure i’l regret it later!!)

Currently, I have become obsessed with The Da Vinci Code and Angels and Demons. My day is spent reading the book, like a maniac!

Obsessed with Phi also called the Golden Number, Saint Mary Magdalene and Leonardo Da Vinci amongst numerous other things. There is so much information everywhere that i feel at loss. Loss that that I wasted so many of my years not learning much.. Anyways, all is not lost.

A normal day in my (current) life follows hereby-

8.00 AM- Morning rituals, breakfast, packing lunches for sister and mother.

9.00-9.30- Dropping sister off and driving through MAD traffic.

10-11.30- Salsa Class, and this is the BEST part of the day πŸ™‚

12.00 onwards getting pampered by Nani and enjoying the rest of day…sometimes going out to meet friends, otherwise, lazing around the house!

6.30pm- Picking up sister, driving through MAD traffic once again.

7.30- getting back home, exercise. TV and other random stuff

10-1am or till the time mom doesn’t force me to get off the Comp πŸ™‚ – sitting on the net, chatting on the phone etc etc,

Ahem…ahem…i apologize for this completely absurd and random post…

Coming up soon..another fully faltu post of mine…one fine day..

By the way…if a girl is totally hot and useless at work….why does she get a ‘dream job’ whereas me..whos not-so-hot BUT quite useful (mind you!) has to wait, or look for a contact 😦 Life’s unfair na!??!!


After a discussion with my sister about Sylvia Plath and her weird way of killing herself, i was moved to research more on some of the weird suicides. Surprisingly, most of them are poets/authors. Here is an interesting analysis.

Some of the weird suicides are below.

Peter I

One of the Twelve Apostles, Peter is generally credited with founding the Roman Catholic Church and is considered by many as the first Pope. It is believed that after the great fire that destroyed Rome during Nero’s reign, Peter was one of the Christians rounded up and blamed for the fire. Tradition states that when Peter was ordered executed by the cross that he requested to be crucified upside down as he was not worthy of being killed the same way Jesus Christ was. The Romans granted him his wish in roughly 64 AD.

Virginia Woolf


Virginia suffered breakdowns throughout her years and on March 28th, 1941, she filled her overcoat with stones and walked into the river near her home and drowned herself leaving behind this note:

“I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go thru another of those terrible times. And I shan’t recover this time. I begin to hear voices.”

George Eastman


George Eastman invented the 35mm film and founded the Eastman Kodak. Born July 12th,1854, suffered from intense pain due to a degenerative disorder, which affected his spine and his walking, because of this Eastman became increasingly depressed. On March 14th, 1932, Eastman committed suicide, leaving behind this note that simply read:

“My work here is done. Why wait?”

Ernest Hemingway


Hemingway attempted suicide in the spring of 1961, and received ECT treatment again. On the morning of July 2, 1961, some three weeks short of his 62nd birthday, he died at his home in Ketchum, Idaho, the result of a self-inflicted shotgun wound to the head. Judged not mentally responsible for his final act, he was buried in a Roman Catholic service. In a particularly gruesome suicide, he rested the gun butt of the double-barreled shotgun on the floor of a hallway in his home, leaned over it to put the twin muzzles to his forehead just above the eyes, and pulled both triggers.

Anne Sexton

Anne Sexton

On October 4 1974 Sexton had lunch with the poet Maxine Kumin to review one of Sexton’s recent book The Awful Rowing Toward God. On returning home she put on her mother’s old fur coat, locked herself in her garage and started the engine of her car, so committing suicide byΒ  carbon monoxide poisoning.

Sylvia Plath


Plath took her own life after she completely sealed the rooms between herself and her sleeping children with wet towels and cloths. Plath then placed her head in the oven while the gas was turned on. The next day an inquiry ruled that her death was a suicide.