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Where’s My Monkey?
Things I need, and FAST!
- A DSLR so I can capture time with beauty and not just the random snazz digital cameras give. I have creativity, I need more substance
- A pretty Jap-Indo printed dress
- Some Zing, Zim
- A small puppy
- Half an entrepreneurship project
- Robert Downey Jr at my disposal
- A photo mug coupon (Yes, I’m STILL stuck there!)
- More Aldo
- An accepted application to NLUD
P.S If you still didn’t get me anything for my birthday, you could recheck here, I’ve made it easy for you. 
Karma: Jenson Button for 2011 Championships!
Zack: Why suddenly? You know you can support Mark Webber if you want. I won’t tease you
Karma: Because he’s so last season. He’s like… the clearance sales at Aldo. I want Jenson now
x EdgyShark x
For Ever
What is a lifetime?
It is a moment’s happiness strung with another’s pain.
Transient, it lasts till you live it.
One life, that one time.
x EdgyShark x
A Beautiful Mess
A spiritual canvas where you can paint your fantasies with a myriad of colors.
The beautiful skin on which tingles the music of the universe.
Moist tears, fresh after an argument. They’re waiting to be wiped away with those gentle and caressing fingers.
A beautiful mind, learning to feel the pain.
And grow, and love.
x EdgyShark x
Ironman And A Crush
Remember when I watched Ironman a couple of years ago and developed major bouts of likeness levels for Robert Downey Jr? Maybe not. Well, the same happened last night too.
Radical movie, I loved it. Can a guy BE any cooler? I kept telling my aunt that I’d make the new little baby Moksh listen to Highway To Hell all night long and turn him into a funky little kid. I think I’m going to go buy an ironman suit for him now. I bet he’ll think I’m deranged when he turns sixteen and understands the complexity of the situation.
The three of us sauntered around Bandra and Carter Road yesterday and since we didn’t find anyone decent enough to stalk, we just got back home. And the entire ride back, I was feeling like puking out that disgusting pink donut from Mad Over Donuts. Yuck, yuck, yuck.
I tripped a billion times yesterday. I think I bruised something inside too. Maaaaan. 
Next time, I’ll stick to the Original Sin.
x EdgyShark x
To Shoot Blasphemy In The Head
I’ve always been resisting being part of a religion. If people ask me questions related to the subject, I simply nod my head and tell them I don’t belong to any. And all this while I was under the impression that it was suiting my needs, and such an answer would be relevant to avoiding further nonsense.
Till today. Today, my French professor said something that really made me think. He said, “Just because you say that you are not part of a religion, does not really absolve the problem around you.”
You know, in a way, that’s right. Unless one tries to become superior in a way that the world understands the need for no religion, a revolution could take place. But then again, that’s another form of dictatorship, isn’t it? Be it bad, or good.
So I’m not part of a religion. Only because of the violence that it creates, and its incomprehensible values and morals that people mistook according to their own whims. But it doesn’t mean that I don’t respect those who are, right? Because others might be following principles that are in contradiction to my own, but who am I to establish myself as a higher property of the planet?
Like I said, nothing’s wrong. There are things that are right, and others that are just not as right. But you can make them right.
And the question still stands: How do we wish to create uniformity in our thinking? Because that I know for sure, is never going to happen. But will you be happy for me if I do something unconventional? Because I know, I will be ready to accept your decisions with arms wide open.
x EdgyShark x
It’s Not Just A Cause
“Honestly, I don’t even know why I’m still sitting here. I detest the four walls of this campus, I feel a hard bout of rejection in my body every time I enter the big blue gates that I have let trap me inside here for the last thirteen years of my existence.
Sometimes I wonder, does resistance make situations harder to face? I mean, should I just give in and stop trying to rid myself away from the strong gravitational like pull of this institution? Would things be easier and quicker then? It’s like an alcoholic in a rehab center. For the first few weeks he can’t take it, and even if he’s been put there by force, no one will listen to him. Because they’re all going to feel he’s fibbing the worst of truths and being untrue to himself.
So even if he is right, should he just give in and stick it out? But would that not mean giving up his own principles and beliefs and letting the enemy win? Why compromise for something you don’t even want and while away precious time in the process?
So does this call for a quiet go along thing and then sudden rebellion with even greater force?”
x EdgyShark x
Brain With A Hole
That’s what you get when you eat too much polo and then drink water on top of it. Caution: Extremely hazardous, but please try at home if you feel like getting high and have no access to alcohol.
Pragya and I, both anyway have brains with big holes in them, that’s how retarded we are. And then it just evokes so much nonsense out of our mouths. By the end of the evening, while leaving the amazing jazz concert that I went to with Sunayan, I started receiving these weird texts.
And then I got so excited because I thought I have yet another secret admirer. Read, yet. Haha. Obviously I didn’t reply to jibberish like “You looked so hot today” and “This is regarding your stupendous performance in the spelling bee. We appreciate talent.”
You’re an EVIL Godfather! Hahaha, and I appreciate your talent at sending me such weirdo texts and making me believe I’m awesome. Anyway, it was getting creepy, so I don’t blame you for giving the secret away, finally.
x EdgyShark x
You Know I Want You
Italian Men:
Every man knows in his heart there’s a Mexican mistress, but I’m not really sure if there’s such an Italian hottie for every woman. Nevertheless, it’s always been about men from Italy. They’re hot: Point blank. If you want a holiday, go to Italy. If you already have a man, ditch him and then go to Italy. Of course, don’t abuse me if you end up with a scoundrel who takes away all your cash and integrity. *Smirks*- Boxer Shorts:
This might just turn out to be a guilty pleasures list of my own, but seriously, I don’t think I’m the only one who finds them Hot: Point blank. Especially the checked print ones. Red checks, blue checks, and otherwise go ahead and get yourself weird funky ones that remind you of Lady GaGa (honestly though, I don’t know why you would do that,) but if you want to give yourself a treat, wear them and strut around. They look hot, you feel hot. No man? No problem. Boxers look hotter on women anyway. - Ferrero Rocher:
One bite, and it’s like heaven fell into your mouth. I know, I hate chocolates in general, but FR isn’t just a piece of chocolate coated crap. It’s much much more than even an entire meal. You got fifteen minutes and one box of FR. What do you do? Correct answer: Deee-Hot:Point blank-licious! - Driving:
Men can’t take it when there’s a female counterpart behind the wheel. And they’ll whine and cringe, but we all know it’s Hot: Point blank. And it’s not just women who drive for the sake of it. I’d like someone like me: Driving, driving fast. With passion. So that’s driving and Kimi Raikkonen then. *Grin.*
- Shoes:
Question: How hot are shoes?
Answer: Hot: Point blank.
Shoes are the hottest extra one can accessorize with. Blahniks, C&K, Ferragamo. I think another time I enter a heaven like place, it’s because of this fifth thing on the list. OMG, how can you not like shoes?
For more guilty pleasures, visit: http://sortingpluto.wordpress.com/2010/01/06/you-know-i-want-you/
x EdgyShark x
The Truth About Chocolate
I think you know what the truth is. And I don’t really have to explain it to you. Maybe it’s there in the back of your subconscious, so all I’m doing is bringing it to the front notice board.
Chocolate might seem all heavenly and everything, but the ugly truth lies in the fact that it sucks, Plebeian-lingo speaking wise. It just makes you fat and leaves you wanting more and more. I don’t understand why people crave for chocolate so much, I mean you’d rather have a craving for avocados and that’s at least healthy.
You know the truth about Charlie? Well there isn’t one? Just like that, chocolate fools your senses into believing that it’s the one thing you can rely on if you’ve had a bad day, a break up, or something to celebrate. And that’s the catch. You fall for it once, it becomes really hard to mend your ways.
I’m telling you, chocolate and I have become mortal enemies now, since the last few weeks. Every time I do try a hint of amiability towards a tiny morsel, my lungs begin to expand and my intestines throw it all up and out.
It will trap you into believing that it’s the most you can reach out to heaven on earth. And if you want that, why don’t you just go for a vacation on a nice beach or mountain range somewhere?!
You want hell? You come to me. Don’t eat chocolate.
It’s a sin you will repent.
x EdgyShark x
