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ChinxHi everyone anyone..

Its been almost an entire year! You know the excuses, I’m sure. Initially, it was mostly on account of the fact that I’d been really frustrated with college and didn’t really have anything to say but then, well, lets just say it escalated. I started actively avoiding the blog, it was almost as if the WordPress logo was judging me, telling me how disappointed it was that I wasn’t doing this anymore. I felt terrible for the most part about avoiding this thing that I loved doing for so long, but as the delay got longer, the idea of actually writing something got more and more intimidating until it was this huge, insurmountable mountain.

Judging You

So, what’s changed now? College’s done, that’s what, which means that I have run out of excuses to avoid this. Lets get on with it then.

I have all these post ideas in my head about all sorts of things like how Facebook makes me feel socially inadequate, about this amazing book I read called Embassytown by China Mieville which was so good that I wanted to read it again as soon as I was done with it, about the fact that I’ve started cooking and it makes me really happy and lots of things like that. But, most of these are just fragmented thoughts, they don’t have enough meat in them to constitute an entire post, except for the book related one I guess. So, I figured I’d just talk about all those things?

I created a Facebook account. I did it. I swore I never would but I did it. It was mostly because I was feeling really nostalgic one evening and had the entirely ridiculous notion that it was a good idea to have an account so I could keep in touch with people. Except, I am abysmal, that’s right, abysmal at talking to people on the internet. I never know what to say, when to use exclamation points or periods and the acceptable amount of smiley usage, which I swear varies person to person. But mostly, I suck at small talk.

So, I joined. It was a decent sized deal. I reconnected with a bunch of people and there was the cursory, ‘Hi! How are you?’s and the ‘What are you upto?’s and the most common ‘How come you’re on here?!’. There were friend requests from people from school and college and some people who assumed that the fact that we had at some point said hellos to one another meant that they could be my ‘friends’. There was even one guy who said that he had seen me ‘on’ his friend’s wedding! Seriously guy? Creepy much? This whole thing lasted about a week. After the first week, I had no idea what I was supposed to do on there. If was to follow the leads of everyone else, I was supposed to post pictures (which I’m not comfortable with), share images and quote type things(for which Tumblr/Pinterest is much better) or say inane/passive aggressive things on my status (which, just no.). This is the reason that the only activity on my timeline is a conversation with Fuzzy about books, which I can do just as well or rather, better, in person or on the phone.

So, basically the end result of the Facebook experiment was this feeling of social inadequateness that made me feel uncomfortable and generally miserable. I think it may be due to the fact that talking to these people make me feel like the shy and unsure teenager I used to be. I’m not saying I’m super sorted superwoman now, but I’m more self-confident and sure of who I am. Its also probably due to the fact that we essentially have only school in common and nothing else, so the lengths of the conversations I’ve had have been severely limited. I think I found one, maybe two people that I will continue to speak to after this and these were people I was actually friends with way back when, as in, we talked about more than school stuff.

So now, the Facebook account just exists and does nothing, kinda lika a Metapod.

 

Well, that got away from me. I suppose I’ll write about the other things another time. Hopefully, soon.

I missed you Bloggy.

*Please forgive the terrible image. MS Word can only do so much. ヽ(´ー`)┌

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Stories

That’s okay; we’re all stories in the end. Just make it a good one.
                                                                                                  -The Doctor, “The Big Bang”

I love that quote from Doctor Who. Its perfect. We are all a sum of our stories. I figure, as long as you’ve got good stories to tell, you’ve lived well. So, I thought that we could tell you some of our stories here, kind of a record ( I love those!). I’ve got one for you today that I don’t think even Fuzzy and BWC know about.

In the holidays between class 12 and college, I had this phase where I really, really wanted to write something. So, I have all these files with half-written journals and stories and prompts and things like that. When I was little, I always dreamed of being this, intellectual, brilliant woman who sat by her window and wrote all her profound thoughts in a little notebook that people would read for years. Oh, and her handwriting was amazing, all scripty and flowing. That probably stemmed from the fact that my writing was abysmal during this period. It was AWFUL. None of the letters were the same size and if, god forbid,  I ever managed to write in a straight line, I was the happiest little girl in the world! Anyway, here’s an example of one of those abandoned stories. Its not brilliant or profound (It was in a file titled ‘Socks’) but, its something I did once and I want to remember it.

She sat the edge of her bed wearing her “cleaning clothes” that consisted of her baggiest, oldest t-shirt with some obscure band’s name on the front and her most comfortable, worn-in shorts. She had a scarf tied around her face, covering her nose and mouth. A necessary precaution seeing as how her allergies absolutely loved acting up at the slightest hint of dust. It was more probable that this would happen now when she had a big presentation to give at work tomorrow and couldn’t afford to sneeze her way through it.
You see, the Universe had a great track record when it came to messing with her. Cases in point; Pimples appearing in strategic locations as close as single nights before important events; her school Farewell, her first day at College; getting chicken pox the week of her annual exams and so on.She couldn’t take any risks.
 The “cleaning clothes” were reluctantly donned that gorgeous Sunday morning on account of the fact that she had absolutely run out of space to store all her junk in her extremely ‘compact’ (read small) 1BHK apartment.
She was a hoarder, no doubt about it. She kept everything, from sentimental gifts to tourist maps of places she’d vacationed in. Cleaning was an ordeal because figuring out what to keep and what to throw away was extremely difficult for her.

As she sat sorting through yet another cardboard box filled with extremely random things, she found a pair of blue socks. They were a light blue with two dark blue stripes. They had lost their color and looked like they had been worn a lot. One of them even had a hole where the pinky was supposed to be.

She didn’t throw the socks immediately into her two piles of ‘Keep’ and ‘Throw away’, which were slowly merging together anyway, but stared at them for a bit, trying to understand what a pair of socks, not one sock, that would have been normal, but an entire pair, carefully rolled up (she never rolled up her socks!) was doing in a box, which among other things also contained a comb with missing teeth, a half finished scrap book of a vacation and a door knob.

She turned it around in her hand, still trying to remember these socks and why she had felt the need to keep them. As she did this, she felt something in the sock that was not quite sock-like. She unrolled them and poured the contents of the socks on the bed. She now had, a crumpled piece of notebook paper and, of course, the other sock spread out on her bed.

Ha! I read it now and I realize that there’s a lot of ‘me’ in it. Its like that thing I read about once, that if you take a picture of someone, you take a bit of their soul as well. I guess I should write more, if I want to remember this version of me. So, yeah, I’m going to end with another promise to write more and hopefully I can keep it this time.

PS: I’m feeling sentimental today, so sue me.

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So. Its my birthday tomorrow! I’m turning 20, which is slightly terrifying because I’m well on my way to becoming a bonafide, card-carrying ‘adult’. Yup. I can’t even type it out without using sarcastic quotation marks.

Since this also marks the death of my teenage years, my (awesome) friends threw me a funeral! With a gravestone, flowers and eulogies to boot! They showed up at my house at 9:30 in the morning and sent my mum to wake me up with this invitation;

  

‘Ascent To Adulthood’ and ‘shed her teenage years’ and ‘The Hatchlings’!

So, my mom wakes me up and she and my dad lead me to our Home Theater room place (which we call the LT room which stands for ‘Listening and Theater room’. My brother and I came up with that when I was 10 or something and its just stuck!) in a sleepy haze. I enter and the whole room is dark except for the screen which is blue and a laptop screen with this on it;

Creepy, Funeral type music plays in the background, and there’s a giant bump in one of the curtains, which turns out to be BWC’s brother. BWC and Fuzzy are hiding behind one of the couches and my brother was hiding behind the door (most discreetly hidden, wearing a black jacket and a black fedora over his regular clothes! *shakes head and laughs*).

They come out and yell ‘Surprise’ and all that. Except I knew something was up yesterday, my mom is way too loud on the phone. At this point I realize that this was a funeral! I see the gravestone and the flowers and just crack up! So much awesome!

Oh! There was also a green/grey cake! With ’20’ in roman numerals, to make it go with the theme!

Then, the best part, the eulogies. These two and my other friend who’s studying in Singapore right now had recorded this beforehand and they played it for me today.

They said some of the nicest things anyone has ever said about me. I’m so lucky to have such awegreat (portmanteau of awesome and great!) friends.

Love you guys! *hug*

/sappy

K, Bye!

 

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  • Reading this:

The Confessions of Catherine de Medici by C.W.Gortner

This book is brilliant so far!

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“You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.”
— C.S. Lewis

Close-Up


Random Quilled Rose

Quilling is interesting! I love how everything looks so much more whimsical because of the swirlys and I’ve discovered that paper glued down on its side is surprisingly stable. I shall try something more ambitious when I get back home (I’m on vacation at the moment!).

More Random Quilled Rose

Well, that’s all for now. I shall post more when I return.

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Happy Summer people! The things-that-shall-not-be-named are finally done! I am currently visiting my grandparents. We got here this morning after a 24 hour train journey. Train journeys are interesting. We basically traveled more than half, along the length of our country. This is roughly the route.

So. Train Journeys. They’re good specially because you can actually totally relax when you’re on one. Because you’re in transit, you can’t do anything that’s related to your ‘real’ life. So, I always assumed that train journeys or traveling in general should lead to staring dreamily out of windows and having profound thoughts about life’s journey, how everything is ephemeral kind of thing. But, the only thought I seemed to have was, “Ooh! Sunset over a river! So Pretty!”. Sadly, I couldn’t take a picture of that since we were moving too fast. But, here’s are some pictures of my Gran’s roof, where she has a

whole bunch of plants. I have so many memories of following her around while she watered these from when I was younger!

This is the only image and quality that I can manage at the moment on account of the crappy internet. I shall upload the rest when I get back.

If you want to see the other pictures, go to my Instagram feed, here.

Bai!

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Words

Hello. So, last night, while I was wandering the vast reaches of the internet, I found this amazing website, Wordle. You basically type/paste in a bunch of text and it will create a sort of word cloud type thing, with the sizes of the words based on the frequency with which they appear in the text. You can specify the font, colours and the orientation of the words. It will even remove the most commonly used English words, so you don’t end up with a giant ‘the’ or ‘and’. I pasted in this post that I wrote a couple of weeks ago about books and reading and stuff, and this is what came out;

Obviously, the big words are ‘books’ and ‘read’, but I love how some words just go together, like ‘first memories’ and ‘remember old’. Its nice. I like it. It shall maybe go up on my wall now.

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Hello. So, today is the day that the moon is a full moon and really, really close to the earth, which makes it look really big and bright. It really is gorgeous. You can’t even stare at it for too long, its that bright. I went up to my roof with my camera and took a few pictures, here’s the best one;


Lookit! Craters!

Also; randomly; a light bulb.

*insert appropriate ending-of-post-sentence here*

PS:  This is our 250th post! Yay!

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I know I’m late. But here it is!

1. Favorite childhood book?
The Five Find-Outers, The Faraway Tree Stories. Enid Blyton was genius.

2. What are you reading right now?

The Shining, by Stephen King. I wanted to see what a ‘scary’ book is like. Also; Joey read it.

3. Bad book habit?

Reading the very last line of a book.

4. Do you have an e-reader?

Nope. Don’t think I’ll get one either. The feel and smell of actual pages can’t really be replaced for me.

5. Do you prefer to read one book at a time or several at once?

One at a time. I might read parts of my favorite books though.

6. Have your reading habits changed since starting a blog?

Only in number I guess, after the HBC, and I occasionally review books now.

7. Least favorite book you read this year (so far)?

I haven’t really hated anything. But, possibly The Man Who Was Thursday, By G.K.Chesterton. I get what he was going for, but it still didn’t really work for me.

8. Favorite book you’ve read this year?

I’m indecisive. So, Looking For Alaska/Far From The Madding Crowd/The Anthologist/What I Was.

9. How often do you read out of your comfort zone?

Sometimes. I should do it more though.

10. What is your reading comfort zone?

Literary Fiction, Classics (For lack of a better word) and some Fantasy/Sci-Fi.

11. Can you read on the bus?

I’m not really on a bus much. But in the car or on the train, Yes.

12. Favorite place to read?

On my bed leaning on a giant pile of pillows or tucked into a corner on my couch.

13. What is your policy on book lending?

I used to lend books out a lot of people, mainly because I’d want to get them into reading or a particular book. But, people just stopped returning them and it got so annoying because they just didn’t get how important those books were to me. So, now, I only lend to people who will return them, and not dog-ear the pages or bend the spine.

14. Do you ever dog-ear books?

Nope. Textbooks, occasionally.

15. Do you ever write in the margins of your books?

Nope.

16. Not even with text books?

Sometimes.

17. What is your favorite language to read in?

English. Its the only language I’m completely fluent in.

18. What makes you love a book?

Language/Voice,Characters, Plot. In that order.

19. What will inspire you to recommend a book?

If  I enjoyed it enough.

20. Favorite genre?

Don’t really have one.Whatever I’m obsessed with at the moment.

21. Genre you rarely read (but wish you did?)

Poetry, Studies on human behavior and society, Psychology. Non-Fiction, basically.

22. Favorite biography?

Haven’t really read any. Unless, Boy and Going Solo by Roald Dahl count. In which case, those two. They were brilliant.

23. Have you ever read a self-help book?

Chicken Soup(Not all the way.). Just to see what it was about. Never read another one.

24. Most inspirational book you’ve read this year (fiction or non-fiction)?

None so far.

25. Favorite reading snack?

Chocolate, A cup of tea (Yeah, Yeah, not a snack, but whatever). But not black tea. Masala Chai, that my mum makes.

26. Name a case in which hype ruined your reading experience.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.

27. How often do you agree with critics about a book?

I only read the excerpts on the covers of the books and agree with them most of the time.

28. How do you feel about giving bad/negative reviews?

If the was terrible, I don’t mind telling everyone about it.

29. If you could read in a foreign language, which language would you chose?

Russian probably. Maybe Japanese.

30. Most intimidating book you’ve ever read?

I’m not sure…

31. Most intimidating book you’re too nervous to begin?

War and Peace.

32. Favorite Poet?

Robert Frost, W.H. Auden, Shakespeare, Shelley, Silverstein.

33. Favorite fictional character?

Howard Roark, Mr. Darcy, Elizabeth Bennett, Emma Woodhouse, Yuri Zhivago, Sherlock Holmes, Artemis Fowl, Frederick Algernon Trotteville (Fatty!), Alaska Young, so many!!

34. Favorite fictional villain?

Voldemort, Big Brother.

35. Books I’m most likely to bring on vacation?

Stuff I haven’t read yet.

36. The longest I’ve gone without reading.

A week or so.

37. Name a book that you could/would not finish.

LOTR: The Return of the King. Managed to finish the other two.

38. What distracts you easily when you’re reading?

If a book is really good, nothing much really. But otherwise, my family doing crazy things, TV, food.

39. Favorite film adaptation of a novel?

Pride and Prejudice, Atonement.

40. Most disappointing film adaptation?

Harry Potter I guess. Or Eragon. I didn’t even watch that one because the trailer looked rubbish. I’m not sure if it counts.

41. The most money I’ve ever spent in the bookstore at one time?

I’m not sure. I have sprees sometimes, when I find everything I want. Mostly on the internet though.

42. How often do you skim a book before reading it?

Not very often. Maybe the first few pages when I’m buying it. I skim sometimes, when the story is really slow and I’m getting impatient.

43. What would cause you to stop reading a book half-way through?

If it got boring/bad enough or if  life got in the way.

44. Do you like to keep your books organized?

Yes. But, its tends to be in a way that only I understand.

45. Do you prefer to keep books or give them away once you’ve read them?

Keep.

46. Are there any books you’ve been avoiding?

Not avoiding really, just not been able to get to them. Uncle Tom’s Cabin, We need to talk about Kevin. I will read them this year though! Promise.

47. Name a book that made you angry.

Fight Club, Lullaby. But only because they’re brilliantly written.

48. A book you didn’t expect to like but did?

Cant think of any at the moment.

49. A book that you expected to like but didn’t?

The Man Who Was Thursday.

50. Favorite guilt-free, pleasure reading?

All of it!

 

Feel free to steal this tag. I shall also do this over at the end of the HBC.

Bye! 🙂

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2010 in review

So, Hi! Its been a more than a month since we got this in our mailbox.

The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:

Healthy blog!

The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads Wow.

Crunchy numbers

Featured image

The average container ship can carry about 4,500 containers. This blog was viewed about 15,000 times in 2010. If each view were a shipping container, your blog would have filled about 3 fully loaded ships.

In 2010, there were 39 new posts, growing the total archive of this blog to 231 posts. There were 78 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 58mb. That’s about 2 pictures per week.

The busiest day of the year was April 27th with 192 views. The most popular post that day was Too Bored To Title.

Where did they come from?

The top referring sites in 2010 were facebook.com, WordPress Dashboard, en.wordpress.com, search.aol.com, and google.com.

Some visitors came searching, mostly for hershey kisses, hershey kiss, hersheys, hershey’s kisses, and hershey’s kiss.

Attractions in 2010

These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.

1

Too Bored To TitleNovember 2008

2

‘ I could tell you,but then I’d have to kill you’May 2008

3

SDS-PAGEJanuary 2009
3 comments

4

Chennai – The CapitalMay 2008
7 comments

5

Life UpdateJune 2008
1 comment

Things I have to say:

  • We scored a ‘Wow!’. Yayness!
  • We wrote so little last year. Only about 16% of our total post count. (Yes, I calculated.)
  • We had 15000 views?! I can’t imagine 15,000 people reading what we have to say. But,
  • Maybe you’ve noticed, most people supposedly read this absolutely random post of mine looking for Hershey’s kisses. I swear to god, I don’t even know what that’s about! One day, out of the blue, we get an abnormally large number of hits and they’re all looking for Hershey’s kisses images and so I’m guessing we got bumped up on Google’s image search or something, and now everyone comes here that way.

So, if you’ve come here looking for Hershey’s kisses images, stay and read something. We are mildly entertaining and you might find something you like. 🙂

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So I read this book. What I Was by Meg Rosoff. And..

Have you ever heard this:

A good book should leave you… slightly exhausted at the end.  You live several lives while reading it.  ~William Styron, interview, Writers at Work, 1958

That’s exactly how I feel after having read this book. I feel just a bit tired, a little sad and my head just swimming with scenes and memories from the book, like I’d been there. I loved it. I will remember this book I think. Now, you probably want to know what it was about. But I can’t really tell you because I’m afraid I might ruin it. So I’ll direct you to a wonderful review: here.

And if you would like a blind recommendation, take it. Read this book.

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