The Trouble With A Bad Nose

First up a giveaway: http://asavingmomssanity.blogspot.com/2011/03/test-birthday-bash-park-ave-shirt.html#comment-form

You end up cursing your nose so much and wish it wasn’t ever there to begin with. But then think about it, if you didn’t have a nose how the hell would you smell ?

(That rhymed, but that’s beside the point.)

People can’t really comprehend you when you speak because everything ends up sound like BOB.

Your M’s become B’s and N’s become D’s. And then soon, the sound of your own voice begins to distract you to the power of infinity.

At night, you’re forced to sleep with your mouth a little bit open, because otherwise where will the oxygen come in from? And in the morning, you end up feeling like a dog who had his tongue out the window on a drive from Bangalore to Coorg and his tonsils have become dry ice.

So long, suckas!

x EdgyShark x

An Empty Front Seat

Boredom, boredom, boredom.

I’m so sick of staying within these four walls, I feel trapped. It’s true, I just got back from a mini vacation a week ago, but I don’t think it’s just that. I think it’s the lack of being able to voice what I want to, travel and go to where I want to. I also hate the fact that I still don’t know how to drive and am currently without chauffeur to escort me to meaningless destinations within the next 15 kms.

The worst part about this sickening situation is that I can’t even fucking get over how bugged I am. The same annoying television, the same room. You can only grow and develop when you meet new people, interact with others, and basically stay out of the house.

I’m not even so much as ashamed about not even once being able to pass this darn programming paper, which by the way another set I need to write tomorrow, because really, all that shouting and screaming by the same old forty year olds has gone over my head and I don’t seem to give  a tiny rat’s ass about it.

I need my comfort zone. I need my Z factor. And FAST.

x EdgyShark x

Green

I don’t want money.

Only satisfaction and a peace of mind.

And above even all that and everything else,

YOU.

x EdgyShark x

P.S Wish you were here, to make me comfortably numb.

When I’m Gone

Don’t think about me and let those eyes run dry. When I’m gone, remember the good times and the bad. This is not a clichéd monologue. Love me, hate me, I’ll still be present in your thoughts. Grieve and get over, the pain will ease sooner. I’ll help you, wherever I’ll be then. I’m not sure, and neither are you. But of one thing I’m sure, I’ll be a part of your smile and your tears. They’ll be made of me, and they’ll touch your skin everytime you feel an emotion.

The wild horses will have finally run, carefree. And you can imagine me running with them, into the wild.

x EdgyShark x

The Injured Tiger

I was walking back home today, and as John Mayer’s Your Body Is A Wonderland began playing in my ears, I smiled as I remembered that imaginary platinum band on my finger.

Cardinal sin, haha.

x EdgyShark x

Yet Another Awkward Car Situation

You’re probably a group of four or three and after whatever it is that you had to do, you get into the car. So how is it that you’re sitting around in order to avoid an awkward situation?

Imagine there are two people who’re dating, and one other chic who’s just a friend. And it’s the chic’s car. So obviously, she’s going to be the one who’s going to be driving. So duh, the guy’s not going to sit in front with her. The girl is. And the guy sits right at the back, while the chics throw him sarcastic looks in the mirror.

And the next morning, he’s probably going to die of shame if he’s stooopid, because he would want to take the reigns (being steering wheel) and ride the horsie himself.

Or, the couple’s sitting in front and the other chic’s left at the back while the continue with their endearment and such making the circumstance not just awkward but also embarrassing

x EdgyShark x

Typical Sunday Spent Well

I woke up at my own leisurely 10:30 am time, all alone, quite comfortably. And such mornings have an excellent impact on my mood for the course of the day. They’ve cut my daily dose of Carrie Bradshaw on Zee Cafe every night (*wipes a single tiny tear away*) but they’re starting with Grey’s Anatomy. *Grins*. (Don’t smirk at me D, I know all your secrets and the amount of love you have for chick-things. And I spent last night watching Pulp Fiction, FYI.) ¤

But somehow despite that, today’s Jalapeños date with Vora was very like the Sarah JP and Cynthia Nixon kind of a lunch meeting. Sure, we should do it more often. We’ve got Econ research papers to work on now, anyway.

After which we exchanged pleasantries in Barista Crème. Good times.

And of course, my Sunday isn’t a Sunday if I don’t visit my Barista. So off I was to Southern Avenue, (it’s actually Lansdowne) to let my thoughts flow onto paper.

Yes Sharkians, I’ve decided to write a book. Anyway, I haven’t begun yet. But I did spend time working on my reports, and on my Things To Do Before I Die List.

There was this really annoying tard there with her guy who seemed to be having some kind of an issue sitting there on the table next to me. Talking loud, showing off for the heck of it, yeah those kinds. And frankly, her man was a little too annoyed and ashamed of her mediocrity and loud-mouthedness.

I was sitting there quietly submerged in my own thoughts, viewing “Things To Try Before You Die” on Travel & Living and she kept making a face at me and called Barista Boy to try and make him change the channel to something ‘a little more interesting *please*.’

“Oh honey.” I felt like telling her with a leer that could have might as well been used to imply fake-ness or a rip-off of something else. Barista Boy looked at me and went back to her, “I’m sorry ma’am. That can’t happen.”

“Tic-tacs please, love.” I told him. Completely the Naomi way.

I love myself.

x EdgyShark x

The Music Flows Through You

I had nothing to do, (actually I have lots, but no motivation to do it), so I just kind of spent my morning making a 3D version of myself. Which turned out to be pretty cool, and very me, but I’m having problems posting the animation on the blog.

After which it hit me, “Urmika, you’re a freaking intellect oozing <- (almost) -> seventeen year old. Go pay heed to things that *actually* matter.”

So Vora and myself sat discussing people on the basis of the music they listen to. Which actually really does make a hell lot of sense. It was her brain wave really as she started to crystal ball me with her predictions.

All the things I listen to, include:

• Death Cab for Cutie
• Carolina Liar
• (Ex-proactive) Panic! At The Disco
• Linkin Park
• Blue Judy, Blue Foundation, System of a Down
• The White Stripes, Radiohead

Well, you can’t really classify me on the basis of all of this. I guess, out of all the bands mentioned above, Death Cab’s my only real eternal holding. Otherwise I keep listening to things that reach out to me and/or intrigue me a great deal.

At times, I switch to Beethoven’s symphonies, and other great pieces by composers like Yiruma, which by the way, you REALLY should try.

Like Vora and I contemplated, we really can’t/won’t hold out against Rihanna/Chris Brown/Britney Spears kinda people. Or people who listen to U2 for that matter. I don’t know, just not my forte.

This is what the future clairvoyant in Vora said about Syd, our only subject as of now, who’s music tastes include Pink Floyd, GnR, Def Leppard, Frigid Pink, Stillwater, My Chemical Romance, Death Cab, The Killers, Eagles, Dream Theater, RHCP, Enigma, not to forget Jefferson Airplane and Led Zeppelin:

“Oh god. Complex. Hold on to him, thats all I can say. Thats a pretty diverse line-up. Impressive, really. RHCP tells me that he IS a go-getter. The Killers, never really heard them much. Seems to have like festing. Death CAB = Superbly profound, penchant for things not easily available, esoteric tastes, really.”

You tell me, what kind of music do you listen to? Just leave your favourite artists/bands in the “Leave your comments” box, and Vora and I will give you a free insight into your soul in less than no time!

Peace!

x EdgyShark x

The Dionysian Debacle

I’m aware 90210′s somewhere got that name.

I need right now, some wine (or maybe that’s just too obnoxious, and in that case cranberry juice .. uhh, no.. a long island iced tea or something,) and my own loft/penthouse-ish place.

And I need to drown in Enigma. In case you’re wondering whether I’ve joined forces with the dark side, it’s not the drugs, it’s the music. Lovely, flowy music. (And the dark side merely consists of double choco chip cookies, Angular Momentums and Breitlings like Syd. It’s just sinister when you’re talking about it. Otherwise, it’s like my man Friday thing.)

Also, I began the Percy Jackson series last night. As fifth grade as it sounds, it’s really helping me catch up on my Roman Gods. And there’s ALWAYS room for more information/knowledge. And Dionysus, Zeus’ son, is just sexy. You know, the way he’s described and all. Wine, and hotness and everything.

Death Cab is back in full force. And so’s my drumming. This is what I wanted to tell that woman (mentioned in Numbness: http://thecharmingfreak.wordpress.com/2009/07/27/numbness/)

“Good morning freak woman/band manager lady, I just wanted to tell you that I’m sick of being a part of Spaces Limited because well, it’s more like a commercial unit and nothing else, also I miss Mrs. Biswas, who basically was the definition of an excellence seeker. Also, I’m simply sticking around to not play the drums for you and get nothing but smack criticism, but to prove things to myself. And I’ve come a far way.”

Oh yes, Toxicity’s amazing.

x EdgyShark x

Four Silly Alphabets

“If it makes you happy, it can’t be that bad… If it makes you happy then why the hell are you so sad?”

Melissa Earthridge’s screaming that into my earphones as I type. Actually a certain band called “Wet Wet Wet” inspired this particular post. The soft pop music flowed into my ears as I was just lounging around on the verandah staring thirteen floors below, just hanging around.

In case you’re wondering whatever happened to grunge and indie music, the stuff that flows through my veins all the time, well, I’d plugged in my cousin’s iPod, and she’s a normal kid. Thus the “normal” tunes.

But this is not a battle of the genres of any sort. And even as I type, corny-pop after corny-pop’s still going on. Wait, Flipsyde just came on. I like Flipsyde.

Again, *smacks self for swaying away from the topic*

If you’re like me, into The Doors and Nirvana and Carolina Liar, completely edgy and NON-mush, then you’d probably get disgusted by anything balmy and illogical and would rather pull blithe, absurd faces if people started a conversation on anything related to tear jerking schmaltz. Kudos, to people like us. We’re not harsh, we’re just *not* sentimental at all times.

I have a feeling, I have bipolar disorder, because at times, I comprehensively lose my mind, and get crazy and hyper and would give the best bunny on the planet competition where jumping around’s concerned. And these are the times when I might even blurt out, “OMG! I LOVE YOU!”

Honestly, I don’t mean it. Because to mean it, I would first have to figure out the meaning, where whatever intended’s, concerned. I’ve only ever loved a few things. That are extremely close to me. But apart from that, it’s a flighty word, used in almost every second song, dialogue, book, what not.

And it just creates a mess, like all the time. Wrecks up the different regions of your brain, entangles your wires, disarrays your cells, and basically, creates disorder.

“Falling” into this particular adjective’s more like a trick. Someone probably gambles your aortic pump like Jim Sturgess gambled money on 21. And we all know he cheated.

It causes major ounces of hurt. Even if all you ’love’ is your little snuggly soft wallaby. Because you know it’s not a real thing, so after a point you’d just get annoyed.

Oh yeah, it gets kinda boring too. Especially for someone like me, I just can’t cope with all kinds of mush and nonsensical talk. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve tried and attempted but today when I was listening to all that irrational, moronic music, that only melodiously speaks about bubblegummy crushes and “Break up with him,”..and/or… “Make it work, stick around,”.. it hit me that I just can’t do that stuff. It’s not the way I roll.

Spontaneity’s my key word. And that’s something that usually gets lost once this word creeps into your existence. Pretending to be someone I’m not is worse than actually admitting to feeling that emotion.

These four letters clubbed together probably exist to remind us that even the strongest of all strong hearted of us can easily be exposed to our weak, vulnerable entities.

However, watch any movie, read any book, every single thing’s inspired by some or the other kind of an inclination towards that single, simple emotion.

You never know what’s gonna happen to you. And you can’t really control these emotions.

It’s just a thought, only a thought.

Love, nevertheless, is noise.

x EdgyShark x