My thoughts become things!

My thoughts become things..

My thoughts become things..

My thoughts become things..

No, this is not me going crazy. This is me on the path of achieving every damn thing I want!! All I have to do is say this line over and over again to myself till the time I start believing in it. Yes!! I've just started reading this book.."The Secret" by Rhonda Byrne. It's been lying with me for a long time now but it wasn't until today that I found the time and more importantly, the will to read it. (It was gifted to my father to "enhance his powers". Teehee. My father has his set of fans. Me on top, of course.) I had to go on this long metro ride today and so, I kept it in my bag. I've just read through 17 pages and this book has so much of positive energy in it, I love it!!! Mostly because, crazy, insecure person that I am, it feels real good to have some reassurance once in a while. And this book promises me that I could achieve anything, like simply anything if only I tame my mind to focus on all the good thoughts and all the things I want to do and want to have. Which means I can be a film-maker/really rich person/writer/psychologist/have the guy of my dreams which well might be..err..ranbir kapoor/SRK/my own band with me as the lead singer and lots of other things I want so bad and all in this one life. That is SO COOL!! So, it wasn't bad to dream all these years, was it! Heeeheee..I wish..

As usual, when left alone for a long long time with no one to talk to, my Broca Motor's speech area is in a hyper-excited state right now and so, you can expect this post to be very long and verry random!

BTW, yes, SRK is forgiven. I just realized how much I love him and he's just SO ADORABLE!!! And, it happens..with everyone..everyone has weak moments. I just saw Mandira interviewing him like couple of minutes back on 'Extra Shots' and GAWD, those dimples!!! And I love everything about him..what he says, his super-rocking attitude - everything. I love you always and forever, Shahrukh. :) I am sorry. :(

Also, I love dada and I want to apologise to him too. I remember the time we met him in London, shopping in a Marks and Spencers store and how sweet he'd been to me and my brother and my parents. He's such a sweetheart!!! :) :)

AND I'm SO SO happy that KKR WON!!! WOOOOOOOOOT!!! :D :D :D

Anyhoo, done with apologies and back to the randomness. So while I was sitting in the metro and reading the book, the girl next to me was obviously trying to read it too. I could totally see that from the corner of my eye and so, I decided to help her and positioned the book slightly more to her side. After all, no one should be deprived from knowing "The Secret" naa. And she turned out to be a twin. Like, another one!! Not an identical twin, of course. They are way too many to count. I've had people complaining to me about how rude I was to not wave back to them when they saw me at a party/another party/in a general store/near India Gate. DU-H. It wasn't me! I mean twin in the sense..she not only felt no shame in admitting that she was burrying her nose in my book, she even started discussing the subject of the book with me. Cool, na? Yes, I have this weird habit of spotting my twins. See, it's because I've started not liking people in general and then, when I do think someone is SO LIKE ME(!!!) and all..I say it. Of course, there's always the possibility of people running away from me, thinking me to be a crazy, love-deprived person or something. But, what the heck! I take chances on them. And I can judge them to be that person in the slightest of interactions. I've found two such people in real life and they're 'friends for life' now, as I pretty much expected the first time I met them. So, I'm not really that freaky person who just clings to every other person she likes. I'm actually a lot more psychic.

BTW, Delhi Metro is very well on the path of becoming the next DTC bus service. I mean, they stopped at Kashmere Gate for at least 8 minutes just to gather the maximum possible number of stinking, obnoxious passengers they could in that time.

I think I should really get a pepper spray. Those creepy self-defence workshops teach you the stupidest of stuff which is totally unpractical. I remember the time they came to our college and demonstrated how to get hold of a guy's hand, use it to turn him around violently, jab elbow into his stomach and then lift him up, only to throw him back down..if he tries to touch your hand with his while traveling in a DTC bus. Errrr?? My parents think I'll make all the men in Delhi go blind. Like I'm that mad!

I'm very happy because couple of days back, I really cheered up a friend who was feeling really depressed and alone. He's really a kind of happy-go-lucky rare variety of a guy and it was probably the first time ever that I've heard him so depressed. And it feels just great. Because it was done over yahoo chat and yet, I could make him ROFL. I think I'll be a great psychologist some day. If you're reading, I want to tell you that you're the sweetest guy ever and you simply rock!!! And you know I say stuff only when I really really mean it. :) :)

I just realized the number of times I've used really in that paragraph!

Today is the birthday of one such person who really influenced my life in a great way and taught me so much when I was so young. She was my middle school class-teacher. I miss her. I want to call her..but don't have her number. HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYY ANJU Ma'am!!!! :) :) You'll always be near the top of my favorite people list!!

Before you read the P.S. section, let me tell you that I'm not a mad person and that it was written way before SRK was forgiven, but could not be published because blogger was acting real slow. Or was it MTNL? Who cares?

Yes.

You can go ahead now.

P.S.:-For the while that I'm not on talking terms with Shahrukh, I've found myself a new idol and I have a very valid reason to like him. "Zindagi Jhandawa, Fir bhi Ghamandwa". Yess Boss, you heard it right. If you think my faith in humanity is totally shaken and hence, this, you're wrong. I've started believing in it. Yups. And guess, what! this person is the Shahrukh of Bhojpuri films! Do I need say any more???

This is why.

The thing that most people missed out while defining 'friends' on Urban Dictionary is that they are the people who just love to annoy the crap out of you, especially if you are too honest about things. Well, some of them. Sometimes.

Some recent digs my friends made at (study-leave-)me included these:

"Whaaaa..?? Haahahaha..You are SUCH A NERD!!! Hahaha...Past six months you were working more than 50 hours a week in your..whatever you call it..your office and now you're studying more than 50 hours a day!!! Shit man."

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F:Heyy!! I just called to check ..you aren't drinking too much, are you??

I: What??!! I don't drink...you know that!!!
F: But, New year's..
I: COME ON NOW, that was just a sip! You're mad! Plus, you know I haven't the time to go out and have fun, really!!
F: Yeah..that's pretty much why I called!! Dev D..remember? People drink in depression!?
I: What??!! AARGH..I'm not depressed!! Shoo.!! Shoo..!! Shoooo!!!!

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I: Hiiii!!!!! Long time yaar!!!! Sup??
Friend's friend: Nothing..college..masti...u tell??
I: Nothing..padhai and all..on study leave..
FF: Oh..so your life's in deep shit, eh?? *evil laugh*
I: If you insist...that is.

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P.P.S.: My dreams are getting weirder day by day and also, a lot more symbolic. I want a sound sleep so bad. Hmph.


Update: I've removed the Ravi Kissen picture. He is just SO UGLY. Ugh. It was put up only to tease Shahrukh..but now that we're back together..Shoo. You have no place in my heart or on my blog.

A Bleh Post.

Exams are still far. And I wonder when they'll finally end! I mean whatever in hell was I thinking..going from being a Biology expert (self-acclaimed) to Maths..to finally making up my mind to doing this. Now, all I have to do is to start ALL over again from the basics of the new set of subjects I have picked up for myself to bring myself at par with my counterparts, who, lucky or not, were NOT a confused mass of protoplasm that could not bring itself to decide what it really wanted to do, neither could stick to choices made earlier. Hmph.

I'm so bored, I could compete for the Guinness Book Title for the 'Most Bored Person', if there is one. Is there?

And the lazy one too. I can't bring myself to go out for a jog, even though, thanks Mom, but I do realize that I've already gained back 2 of the 4 kilos I lost a month before. The so-called great-crier is too lazy to cry even.

I miss my normal hyper - excited self. My inner-self is so much at calm, it's beginning to irritate my inner-inner-self. I don't crib, don't shriek the loudest shriek when I find my brother coming out of nowhere, trying to scare me with a "Boww!" (As in, you know, cow says 'Moo', dog says 'Bow-Wow'. I think it's more of a Bhaoowww--oooo--ooooowwww in life out of nursery kids' "Who says what" book.) because he doesn't do that anymore. Apparently he's too grown up for that. I'm not mad at anyone. I don't want to let anyone die a dog's death, kutte ki maut, you know. Also, as much as I love Shah rukh and as much as I'll miss seeing him cheering Kolkatta Knight Riders play in Feroz Shah Kotla grounds, I'm not banging my head against the hardest wall OR crying OR plotting whoever-decided-to-have-no-IPL-in-India's murder. I'm just sad. It's a shame though that we can't have security for both the Elections and IPL.

Got my hair cut yesterday. And the best compliment I got was from a random guy from my coaching class who, addressing his friend, random guy 2 from coaching class, said something that went like - "Yaar ye toh galat baat hai. Ladkiyon ko kuch bhi pehnado, smart hi lagti hain!" as I passed by. Bleh. Can't deny the sudden urge to turn around and tell him in-his-face it was the hair, not the clothes, dammit!

My Income Tax teacher stopped me on my way back to tell me how sure he was that I could easily achieve a good rank in my tests in November if I studied well. I hate pressure of performance.

The cute guy next door (the five-year old one) finally gave up his act of being a self - absorbed, snobbish little kid and waved back at me for the first time ever! I don't think he talks.

No one called up to wish me on my 20th birthday. Damn it, my very own parents even won't wish me. Because..I was 20 years old and that is why, no one wanted to have me in their lives anymore. These dreams are bloody sucking (extra emphasis on the 'k') dreams that really don't have any meanings, you know. I wish I could have that dream in which I was Krisshh just one last time.

I've lost my 'Company and Compensation Laws' book. And as each day passes, I gain more and more inspiration to invent that 'Google machine/robot' that knows everything, can answer all questions. I could feed in the particulars of my book then and it could find it for me.

I'm more distracted than ever. I just DON'T want to study. And I don't want to go to my parents asking for help as I already know what they'll say. Meditation, Pranayam, Blah.

NOO!!

Wow!! That was my first extreme reaction in days!


P.S.: Do shut off all lights in support of the Earth Hour today for one hour - 8.30 to 9.30 p.m.