Ssh… I’m sleeping!


[Note: I just opened up my set of watercolours to realize it didn’t come with a brush. *sigh*]

Hello. Like hello. That’s all I got to kickstart this post. *writing skills* So I’ve had a great week filled with a lot of Bollywood movies that have left me feeling ‘thodasa filmy’. So whilst my friends pleaded me to end this phase of ‘filmy’ me, I’m just loving it. Today I’m writing on the best ways to fall asleep. The bartender who call’s himself Jamie Lannister (Incest freak) suggested I write about sleeping without alcohol, but I overthought the entire thing whilst having my biscuits and tea at the bar and the little writings below is what I’ve gathered. This post would have been up much earlier if it wasn’t for the T-Rex.

Disclaimer: The rating system is solely based off personal experience and won’t necessarily work for you. You might disagree, I don’t know. Continue reading

Ack… Stop being a wet rag!


“Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented. Sometimes we must interfere. When human lives are endangered, when human dignity is in jeopardy, national borders and sensitivities become irrelevant.” – Elie Wiesel

I’m sitting beside a very cold slice of pizza wondering about all that is wrong in the world today. It’s an immense weight and I don’t mean to be a Debbie downer but seriously. Half way past 2016 and we’ve lost the likes of Alan Rickman, David Bowie and a few weeks ago, Christina Grimmie. Apart from that, we’ve had shootings, bombings and terror attacks. I almost forgot about Elie Wiesel, who died a few days ago. I watched a speech he delivered in 1993 where he picked out Bill Clinton from the group, on the absence of his actions on the horror that was taking place in Bosnia at the time. He drew from his own experience as a holocaust survivor, when American media shied away from the holocaust whilst the American military shied away from bombing the tracks to Auschwitz to save on resources.

Too Much info..*sigh*

Think the point is trying it’s best to get away from here since I don’t usually write about war, terror and political drama. But it’s important, and it shouldn’t only be important to me, but to you as well. There was a shooting in Orlando, and the media covered it and everyone paid their respects to the tragedy. There are bombings in Iraq, and nothing. Over 200 killed, nothing. No facebook action to change one’s profile picture to highlight the country’s flag to show support or anything. I guess it’s a war torn country or some other stereotype label that people are comfortable with. Does it make a big difference, that the topic isn’t trending? Yes, yes it does! My roommate pointed out how he changed his profile picture for the Paris attacks, cause the option was offered. People are informed, word spreads, and maybe they take two minutes out of their busy schedules to learn a little more. Why does it matter? Read the quote Elie Wiesel delievered during his acceptance speech.

So is it unpopular to show support or to even sympathize with the victims and survivors of the bombings in Iraq? This might be an immature rant of a teenager (I just realized I’m not a teen anymore) and I know very little on the subject of war, terrorism, economics, politics, the Kardashians or even my own age, but I do know that what’s happening in the world today is not right. We might have evolved to be the superior species and have crossed milestones in technological advancements and everything else that makes us feel proud about the age we live in. However with every war, every blind eye we turn to an act of terrorism or violation of human rights, to believing only that with which we are comfortable with doesn’t throw us back to square one. It doesn’t shine light on how we haven’t really evolved as a species, cause we have (Science proves it, Ross Gellar will bring his briefcase of fossils to prove it). It just degrades us. It’s so odd to think that we’ve become accustomed to hearing about shootings and bombings when we shouldn’t. It’s not supposed to be something you’re comfortable with.

I understand how as an individual, there isn’t much one can do. Firstly what does one do? I don’t know. I’m the adorable fool ranting on the topic, all we can do is not accept the fact that these things have happened. Write about it, talk about it, share your thoughts, cause somewhere out there, in this small big world we live in, there is someone who knows what to do. Maybe pay attention to who you are electing for. I know that the new mayor of Rome, Virginia Raggi has won me over. For one she shed light on Brexit and how the focus is more on the people, since it was the people who voted and even though it was a close call, the majority decided. People are to take charge of what happens, since it’s easy to blame political leaders, they are easy to hate anyway. In my own country, it seems like there’s more attention paid on censoring a movie than there is to real issues that the citizens face. Yeah the ‘point’ of this post has definitely boarded a first class flight to Bali, all independent and proactive. All for the best anyway, since I just like you (No, not I ‘just’ like you, I don’t like you, not in that manner) didn’t understand the point. I just held onto it cause it made me seem brainy. The point evaded me.

A good way to get off a serious topic *get off*, I’ll leave now.

P.S. – I was going to talk about Game of Thrones, Inu Yasha and the Ghost in our house.

The Honest Toast


Ever think about how the music you listen to defines your very being. I just shot down some tequila at the request of my roommate and I’m letting it do all the typing.

I’ve not been fine for a while now. The following sheds a little light on that.

I’ve spent the past 6 months over thinking my posts a bit too much cause starting this year, I let the majority of my friends and family know that I write every now and then. Halfway into the year and I decide to talk about it now. *Priorities* Anyway I grew really conscious whilst typing out new posts and I deleted some entirely. Reason which are stated below. This blog has never been private, I never intended it to be. However I recently felt quite naked knowing that my family/friends have read my really old posts. You know the immature ones with little to no editing at all. Continue reading

I dream of ice cream


{NOTE: Some men just want to watch the world burn, some just want to eat cinnamon buns and ice cream.}

I fell asleep in ice cream, twice this week.

The first time around, I had a nice episode of Doctor who playing and a tub of Ben and Jerry’s ‘Half baked’ ice cream to myself before my roomies entered the house and woke me up. It worried me that I couldn’t remember when I passed out. The second time around, I was alone in the house yet again whilst my roomies left to pick up a few friends from the metro station and they came back to find me sleeping in an ice cream puddle on the bed. Not that bizarre as this isn’t the first time my friends have found me passed out with an open laptop else food around, but I tend to remember feeling sleepy, forcing myself to stay awake and to watch another episode or to read another article. However, this time I remember being wide awake, all cozy and planning everything I’d get done before sleeping and then just blank. Continue reading

All that Gold!

We're graduates now!

{Note: I’m supposed to be working on a presentation on Italian Cheese.}

So 9Gag broke after the fresh section exploded over Leonardo DiCaprio winning an Oscar making all prior memes about him not winning redundant. May they rest in peace. Though I the game below will die, it’s too hilarious with Lady Gaga bumping in, racing against Matt Damon and Michael Fassbender, jumping over icebergs and a whole lot more! Check it out.


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Froot Loop weekend…


(Note: I managed to make a cringe worthy memory by pronouncing Brooklyn 99 as Brooklyn ninety nine over a conversation with my sister and then defending the error.)

“How do you save a drowning fish?

Throw a few fruit loops in the water!”

2016 seems to follow a very vibrant colour pattern spilled over from 2015. Coldplay’s new song ‘Hymn for the weekend’, the Suicide Squad trailer and posters, Superbowl half time show, Black versus Blue (BvS), Red vs Blue (Civil War), Red vs Black (Daredevil vs the Punisher) and then there’s just the forever alone red (deadpool). X men Apocalypse if you count Psylocke and Jubilee putting up a light show. Really hope that the movie doesn’t disappoint. What made Colossus stand out in Deadpool more than any other X men film he’s appeared in is that he was given lines and much more purpose than just serving as the bruiser on the team, something that the X men films seem to be missing other than ‘First Class’. I was so excited to see ‘Blink’ in Days of Future past only to be disappointed with her absence. I can’t leave out Jessica Jones’s purple, that colour appeals to one too many people I know. This post, unlike the 6 seasons of ‘Lost’ has a point somewhere. *I kid*

*Hometown Glory*

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Beaches be Crazy!


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!


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


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


{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