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by Dhruv and Indrani. Sorry this is a lil late ;)

List five things that you want to say to people but never will. Don't say who they are.

1. Now that I know you a little better, I'm glad you never knew when I was in love with you.
2. I fail to understand how the fuck can you mess things up for yourself like this.
3. Get off your high pedestal, bitch.
4. Um, ok. My life's not really all that. Stop fantasising?
5. CAN YOU GIVE ME YOUR PHONE NUMBER???????????????????????

Seven things I’d love to do before I die.

1. Wear 6-inch stilletos. Walk around in them, and feel like I own the world.
2. Live in five different places, and pick up five different languages in their marketplaces.
3. Travel around Delhi for a week with my camera.
4. Publish a book of short stories or poems. Or chick-lit.
5. Watch U2 and Coldplay and Jamie Cullum (and more) in concert. Open air. In somewhere cool like that castle that U2 performed in.
6. Research on something really really kickass, and write an analysis of that something that will change the world.
7. Drive a car, really really fast.


Five things I will not do even if it kills me.

1. Go out of my way to do something that I know will hurt someone.
2. Borrow money and not return it.
3. Quit a job without a backup source of income lined up.
4. Let go of my notions of faith and God.
5. Betray my friends.


Five things I do when I'm away from the public.

1. Have imaginary conversations with real or imaginary people.
2. Dance instead of walking.
3. Act out scenes from books or TV shows.
4. Play air-guitar and headbang.
5. Try to trace my thoughts backwards.


Five fave sentences/quotes.

1. 'Zip is left and zap is right. Uffo. Zip is the hand you eat with, and zap is your potty hand. Clear now?'
2. 'This too shall pass.'
3. 'Can I put my arm around you? Its like the crook of my elbow needs necks.'
4. 'You have a beautiful soul.' 'That's not my soul you're looking at.'
5. 'We have to put them to a new train of thought. It doesn't matter which station they get off on, but to be on the train is what matters.'


Five things I'll make you wish you didn't do if you did.

1. Badmouth my friends. If not to me, atleast infront of me.
2. Tell me how empty and boring your life seems.
3. Ask me about my issues.
4. Hurt my little brother, in any which way imaginable.
5. Express fundamentalist views.

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discussing space and size and shelves, height depth and width, makes me wonder-

in a world of growing gulfs and shrinking distances
sprouting buildings and widening roads
flowering trees and raging seas
big smiles and bigger handshakes
bigger voices and bigger laughter wit and sarcasm
and knowing-it-all-genuinely

walking tall, pinstripes and stiletto heels
walking everywhere, windswept hair and kajal eyed
with a reason, in a direction, with confidence

in a world with more and more corners
more walls, glitter and sparkle
more things to bury faces in
more things to say out loud - instead
a lump in your throat as a fashionable cough
where time is at a premium
where company is abundant
but nothing can really shake away that feeling
that at the end of the day, end of it all, really,
you are, you know,
like, yeah, you're
alone

yeah

in that feeling, here and now,
short and slim and small and stubby
a solitary nondescript being

how much space do i really occupy in the world?

An Ode to a ‘A Suitable Boy’

A Suitable Boy, how I fell for thee!
You have come to mean the world to me.
For the past three days, I have been numb
to the world outside - been deaf and dumb.

A bewitching universe contained within your pages,
1379 leaves that would normally take ages -
captured me in a way I could not resist,
and I breathlessly gulped with every turn and twist.

Delightfully enchanted by all the poetry in the words,
poems, couplets, ghazals, bhajans, and 'The fever bird'-
I am stirred to write a rhyming ode to you-
The book that has consumed me, through and through.

Every character, I recognise; every family- I adore,
even the politics and law courts were not a bore!
You had something for all my esoteric tastes!
and every small detail, I wished for to haste.

The travails of the suitors too, I read with pain and joy,
for sometimes I too wonder of my own suitable boy.
I recognise on me too, the same familial bonds and bounds,
and the compromises made for what there is no getting around.

How many times did I fall in love throughout the yarn?
Kabir the dashing cricketer! Lovable, wastrel Maan!
Malati of the green eyes! Kuku Kakoli! Though my heart's ultimate repose
would be the gorgeous, sensitive, achingly lovely lawyer Firoz...

The parts in the last left me gasping and weeping,
and in suspense, there was no question of sleeping!
Till 3 am, I sat up with you. A lump in my throat rose
with the ache in my heart, as the last page came close.

I suppose I must thank for your loan, xania88
And of course, the great inimitable Mr Vikram Seth!
If I do turn out a novel someday, as is my heart's wish,
I hope it is as breathtaking and life-overtaking as this.

effects of a giggly group of girls

When in a jaded, cynical, disillusioned state of mind:

Step 1: Find yourself giggly group of girls. Better if they are usually giggly out of choice and happiness at being together, not as a general state of being due to avian qualities of their brains.

Step 1.5: Make friends with such a group. Lifelong commitment only.

Step 2: Meet up with them. Preferably in the night.

WARNING: No sleep allowed. Penalty will be giggly girls falling on you.

Step 3: Gracefully submit to the involuntary laughter due to perverted humour/limit-pushing slapstick/knowing these girls as well as yourself/pure happiness at being with them.

Step 4: Forget jaded, cynical, disillusioned state of mind completely and utterly. Throw yourself into the slapstick.

NOTE: Slapstick includes:
-Music videos with beautifully expressive unrestrained acting to songs like 'Made in India', 'O meri munni' and 'Temperature'.
-Modeling sessions with bedsheets and chunnis.
-Multiple rounds of pictionary involving pins drawn like sausages, squiggly lines to show hurricanes, boobs drawn on stick figures, chillis that look like bananas in order to show Chile.
-Generally dancing impromptu steps in sync to odd songs such as Alarma. Including role playing sometimes.
-Plenty of reference to lesbian sex and marriage.
-WEIRD self photography sessions.
-Discussions threatening to be serious turning into someone imitating everyone else's style of sneezing.
-Watching horror movies, screaming, clutching each other and later accusing each other of groping.
- is this not enough dammit.

Step 5: Fall asleep at 5, only to have someone's phone ring to the tune of 'Show me the meaning'. Have a half-awake yet melodious jam session of Backstreet Boys songs.

Step 6: Wake up at 10 and whine about not wanting to go home. Be force-fed yummy breakfast.

Step 7: Depart for home and spend the rest of the day sleep deprived, yet rejuvenated and refreshed and healthy from the copious amount of laughter. Alternatively, fall asleep and wake up rejuvenated etc etc.

And all shall be well with the world. :)

to the days whiled away

listening to emo songs and intermittently playing freecell, all feeling sorry for myself, skin under my eyes stretched and jaded heaviness sitting on my head.

Begone! No more of you, I say!

*swats at metaphorical mosquitoes*