Beaches be Crazy!

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Note: This became a higher priority than the post scheduled to be published today. 

Whilst taking out the garbage, one of my roomies started hating on the fact that the pool next door which we can view from our apartment is always empty and that we’ve got to walk a bit further to use a functional pool. I don’t like pools much due to the ‘you can drown’ factor and yes, it’s noted that I’m quite tall to drown in a pool that’s 6 feet deep. However a very traumatic childhood experience at a friends birthday party left quite a scar *holding back the emotions*. So as the conversation moved forward, I pointed it out that we do have a beach, we have a lot of beaches and they are so much better than a sullen pool. He disagreed. A metallic guitar roared *in my head* as it was time for a showdown.

Pools vs Beaches

Round 1: Pools lack the motion beaches provide with waves. One of the fondest memories I have is of my cousins, family and I sitting in Goa with our backs against the sea and waiting for the wave to hit us. Wave pools can’t generate that kind of fun!

Round 2: Pools usually compromise of a little pee and underwater farts. All that chlorine water usually gets the phlegm running from my nose like Indiana Jones running away from the rolling boulder. Red eyes, red itchy freakin eyes. Can’t escape that one. Beaches don’t boast of great water but all those minerals, salt and silt actually work well on one’s skin, so perks!

Round 3: You can’t dig a huge hole in the ground next to a pool unless you want to be fined and charged for destruction of property. The beach however doesn’t stop you from creating what could be the perfect hole or a grand castle.

*I honestly don’t know how many rounds there are supposed to be at this moment, this is more of a make it up as you go sort of thingy*

Round 4: You can’t stroll alongside a pool looking for fascinating shells. You’re more likely trying not to fall into the pool. Which brings up the fact that at the beach, the water coaxes you in. I’m going to stop there, nope. This isn’t that kind of a blog. *’Coaxes‘, just as bad as ‘penetrate‘*

Well the only reason I wrote this is cause I ended the discusssion with “Beaches win” (say it again if you didn’t get it, and then some more) and that sounded too punny to not share with you.

P.S. – Beaches win!

Stupid pigeons!

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Hello! *sighs*

Adele’s sort of ruined that greeting. Can’t really say it without the rest of the song playing through. It’s been roughly over two months since I’ve moved away from home and settled down in Dubai. In all honesty I could have written up a post at any point since I had the WiFi set up but procrastination got the better of me. Not really sure where this post is heading. I could talk about ‘Hello’. At my new workplace, I’ve said it so frequently that they’ve all (most of the staff) started inserting humorous follow ups. I’ve said it in one of my previous posts, that sometimes the best thing to do is to let loose and amuse yourself by saying hello to something as stationary as a tree. They’ve all taken heed to that, which is a lot of fun.

Burrhus Frederic Skinner (1904 – 1990), a behavioral psychologist above all else put forth the principle of reinforcement, wherein free will was an illusion and everything was a matter of consequence of previous actions. I came across his work in my elder sister’s psychology textbook, since I read every other book in the house (including answering those quizzes in my sister’s cosmopolitan magazines) and was trying to keep myself from pretending to know a person, after having read just one psychology textbook. Quite a task I tell you. Well a few years later I watched a show on Discovery Science, cause at that time, it had some of the better shows on TV (Burn Notice, blech) until it became repetitive. Well they covered Skinner’s experiment with pigeons which according to his wiki page was one of his favourite animals to experiment with, and another useless fact is that pigeons happen to be one of the few things that scare the crap out of the coffee girl. Oh how I missed writing.

So the pigeon experiment revolved around pigeons in a cage displaying superstitious behaviour to get food. Food was let into the cage at odd intervals, however the pigeons seemed to repeat actions such as walking counter clockwise or cocking their head at a certain corner of the cage in order to get food since it was something they did the first time food was let into the cage. It’s something I guess everyone can relate to from putting the left sock on first or taking a particular route to a destination with the belief that things will turn out alright or as expected. Well I have to confess that I put my left sock on first and tie my right shoe on after both socks are up cause I think it’s about equality and I don’t want either of my feet to feel bad that I pick one over the other.*The left one tends to sleep more often*

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The Overgrown Bat – Severus Snape

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Severus Snape was not my favourite character from the Harry Potter series. He was scounful, bitter and unempathetic. Sure towards the end of the series, a few glimpses into his past offered some reasoning towards his current demeanor but excercising contempt on the child of someone who bullied him in the past is juvenile. Emphasis on ‘CHILD‘! A grown up who served Dumbledore as a rogue agent under the Dark Lord settled to exert his time on bullying young children. Poor Neville Longbottom, Continue reading

The trivial post

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{Note: My new favourite word is Bum!}

Yes, I’m a bum for not writing anything for the past four weeks. Doesn’t sound that bad does it? Bum. It’s got that childish zeal to it. Apart from finding it amusing, I’ve found out that some might consider it trivial. Mr Potato head recently put in his two cents worth by telling me that I emotionally invest in “trivial things“. Not entirely false, I have my scrap books, posters, tissues,  toys that I’ve curated over the years, crap from the street, merchandise that I’ve won, clothes I’ve outgrown and the list goes on, but to call them ‘trivial’ is a bit appalling. For one it’s gut wrenching to even consider discarding one of those “trivial” things. I can’t emphasize enough on “trivial” as Mr Potato head deemed it. Continue reading

*sneeze* The Filler *sneeze*

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{Much like a filler episode, nothing important}

I’ve been a bit busy for a while now, a lot of important decisions to be made. However for now I’m just going to share the above video. It’s something my best friend and I have in common, he usually acts like he’s got a potato for a brain.*sneeze* The annoyance is strong and well I can’t say I’m any different. I’ve skipped more meals than I should have, fell sick, walked more than 7 kilometers in formal shoes and got wet in the rain the past week. Not exactly in that order, but you get the picture. I’ll write a more detailed post, Mr Potato head deserves better, however it may be a while, so bear with. *sneeze*

P.S. – I don’t think he likes being called Potato head. I don’t know…

I scream ‘STELLA!’

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{NOTE: I really want that BB-8 droid}

I just found out that ‘Moshi Moshi’ is a greeting over the phone in Japan and that it is used to get a person’s attention. Eek. I got into the habit of saying ‘Mushy Mushy’ a few months ago since I felt it was the right term to replace my previous word of choice, kee‘. If I were on top of a hill and was asked to let out all my anger, I’d scream, not curse. Point one being that cursing requires some amount of thinking and I’d be stuck over thinking the foulest thing to say rather than focusing on letting out my anger. The next point being that this one anime (The Girl from hell) really spooked the crap out of me about curses.

Why am I talking about screaming on top of a hill? I’m not sure myself, but let’s just stick with it. It’s just relieving at times to be Neanderthal, to let go of responsibility and just let loose. I’m still not over my birthday chocolate being stolen, a bit immature, but that was the one good thing that I’d been saving up for a bad time and some monkey stole it.

*Think about Ross and his Sandwich*

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Thoughts of an Absurd souffle

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{I wandered about until I realized I was indeed, lost.

Is it the certainty of knowing the outcome of a recipe that puts it in favour over the choice of cooking the unknown? A trait amid mothers, grandmothers and the one or two men in the family who know how to cook without a recipe is that they always seem to have all the answers. I used to go berserk thinking about the uncertainty of the future before being reminded that I barely knew what the present day had in store for me. A death in the family definitely widened the realm of the unpredictable. However it was just that sudden shock that calmed the storm in my head. Standing still in fear of the unpredictable was nothing short of depriving myself of all that I could achieve. Take it as missing an opportunity to cook a good dish whilst surrounded with good ingredients. It’s better to have a baked souffle than have non, right?

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Hagrid’s Patronus

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The majority of the fandom is upset, and even more find it hard to believe that it’s true. I don’t find any issues with believing what she said. It’s a difficult spell. I’d suggest reading ‘The Prisoner of Azkaban‘ and relive the exhausting task of barely conjuring up a shield. In the ‘Order of the Phoenix‘, it’s a much easier task for quite a few in the D.A.; the movie made it seem even easier, but even Harry pointed out that in the presence of a dementor, it would be extremely difficult to conjure up a shield of a patronus, forget a corporeal one.

Now Hagrid’s earned a soft spot since the very beginning, however evidence points that he wasn’t quite adept with his wand. Sure, he could light a fireplace or hex Dudley’s buttocks, but remember him trying(failing) to cast a simple mending charm (Reparo) when the blue side car was hanging onto Sirius’s flying motorbike. I’m sure he has a ton of happy memories to those fans who stated that the inability to conjure a patronus implies that one doesn’t have any happy memory.

“That’s very, very advanced magic” – Hermione Granger

It’s a complex spell, like getting the right crust for an apple pie. Remember Hermione and Ron, both failed to keep their patronus alive against the swarm of Death Eaters in the Deathly Hallows. Another point is that his wand isn’t mended, though I think if Harry’s wand was mended quite nicely by the Elderwand, one which was previously owned by Dumbledore, I can’t see why Hagrid’s couldn’t be. Continue reading

The Choir Girl Who Went Horribly, Desperately Wrong.

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Florence and the Machine

{I found a clean sheet of paper and a sharp pencil}

Everybody recommends good music according to their taste. To come across music so abstract and individual is a tardy task. The first song I stumbled upon on my sister’s playlist was ‘The Bird Song‘.
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I found myself drowning as the harp strings were plucked. Each beat calling on spirits unheard of.

I played another track, and fell into a darkness; a darkness I enjoyed. There was something raw about her music that kept me grounded. Continue reading

Dial ‘M’ for Murder!

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{This is on the request of a friend}

I remember I could never stop laughing at this joke that read, “If someone were to stab me with a knife, I’d probably die laughing!” It still cracks me up. I was on the phone with a friend past midnight and as expected between friends, we ended up talking about utter rainbows and murdering people. This isn’t new to me, and I’m certain that there’s a billion other people who have thought about the same idea, which is *could I make this sentence any longer, oh yes I can… keep reading or skip ahead to the next para* wait what?!

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