I...
-want to have waist length hair, at least once.
-sometimes think of a life as a prostitute or a passionate terrorist in the Kashmir valley. In fact, when I initially took to cigarette, I practiced smoking with the cigarette held between the thumb and forefinger and managed quite a look.
-hate, maybe that’s too strong a word, dislike very much, serving myself. Not in a party or official outing but when I am at home. (Home= any place I stay/ live in) I have to do it more often than not but it is not a nice feeling. I feel like a stray soul.
-think I want to start smoking again.
-wish, sometimes, I could sing beautifully.
-can’t walk barefoot. I mean, suppose I heard a loud noise from the other part of the house and rushed to check it out; I will still remember to wear my slippers. Or the saying, lounging around barefoot, lounge yes, barefoot not generally.
-liked, for a brief period, the song ‘’ Kathhaii aakhoon waali ek ladki’’ and then sadly realised that my eyes don’t qualify to be called kathhaii!
-don’t think sharing is cool. Well, okay, maybe if I am being good.
-should ideally be doped in the evenings and right through the night; or I should get me some action.
-think, Shania Twain shows real spunk and attitude in this number I am currently listening to ‘’ I am gonna getcha good’’. We like.
-should maybe stop torturing my hair so often, but then I get bored. What to do?
-have finally decided about the things I am passionate about, maybe that’s too strong an emotion for me to feel, well, maybe feel about.
#Polio – I wish it could be wiped off the face of this earth; vaccines could help plug a drag life, but, recent reports tell a different story. The latest polio vaccine the Indian Government uses is developed on a stronger strain and the malnourished bodies of the children of the mostly rural poor are unable to accept the prescribed three dosages without subsequent side effects, chiefly paralytic attacks and subsequent loss of a functional limb.
#Gender issues – Societal norms annoy me, have always done so, but gender bias has such deep roots in our psyche and there is so much more to it than the supposed glass ceiling. I differ slightly with my views but, then again I am not complaining. I like being a woman, can’t really see it as a hindrance in any which way, of course periods suck, but time and again I have put myself in situations where only being a girl has come between me and a good thrashing.
#Abuse –Physical abuse, mental abuse, domestic abuse, rape, marital rape, incest, sodomy. Abominable, intolerable, whatever is the state of affairs. Of course, awareness helps.
#Parenting – Suffice to say, very strong views.
#spitting/ urinating in public – God or whoever, gave us bodies and bowels and water retention capacity, but then there are men who believe in ‘have dick, will pee (in public)’ policy.
-want a break from life and also a saviour. I am tired.
-am self-obsessed.
-once upon a time, wrote into a radio show as Miss Peanuts.
-need to shed the extras.
-haven’t had chapattis in nearly five months.
-suffer through Asia Cup on Star Sports with a bunch of idiotic commentators headed by the likes of Aamir Sohail. Harsha, Gavaskar, Shastri, I miss you guys.
-like getting my blood pressure checked.
- feel like....
Damaged goods
. ...the kind that was supposed to rake in the dollars but has ended up in a customs reject shop, with a slight glitch here, a minor flaw there.
-came across this:
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there. I did not die.
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there. I did not die.
-can now make my hair behave with the help of a hair band.
-want a new cell phone.
-am done for today.
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