The Work-time Adventures

It’s mostly been a normal day at work, except His Highness showed his face in today and so I had to be on my professional best. I’ve had stuff to work on, and he called me into his torture chamber an hour ago to ask me for a 411 on the Taj Cor******l case I’ve got my hands on. Except, I don’t know how cool it is to display the secrecy to which I’ve been sworn, thus the above’s in asterisks. BEAR.

I have a telephone to myself. It’s kinda cool too, I have an intercom number for myself and His Highness just called me to ask me something on it! And then I thought, that’s the coolest thing that’s happened by far, except for having  a mini brain slip on the metro while remembering the station I had to get down on, so let’s BLOG about it!

On another note, I met a whole bunch of family members after a long time yesterday and they were amazed as to HOW MUCH weight I’ve lost. Which is a pretty awesome thing, but it’s kinda scary because just last week I was wearing my belt on hole number 3 and today I’ve had to push it back to number 5.

Yeah, I’m really trying to up my life happenings a little. Maybe I’ll watch Breaking Dawn on the weekend and then pull all my hair out.

x EdgyShark x

Ezzie Got Braces

Ezzie’s making a weird face while R’s trying to tell her that it’s okay, people won’t even notice.

“How many years are you going to have the braces for?” “Erm, two?” “Well, I’m hoping that you weren’t planning to kiss any boys in the interim anyway.”

They’re at least helping to keep my spirits up. Post on Will tomorrow. May he rest in peace.

x EdgyShark x

Rebel Yell !!

Winter’s here and believe you me, winter’s not winter if you haven’t lost your voice even once during the season.

I needed like hot tea today for some damage control. I screamed during march past and everything came out like “Atte – *cough cough* ntio *cough cough cough* Attention.. (very faintly.)” A little excitement did creep up though, yay, the voice is going.

I tried singing along to the lyrics of some Porcupine Tree Song, and I sounded like a dog making desperate attempts to bray. (Alright, not that bad, but you get the picture!) Beating the drums was fun though. After a long time, even though it was just a marching drum and not the real six piece acoustic kit.

I think I’ll look forward to using a tiny scratch pad and a funky pen that’s too big to even fit in my fingers to make attempts to write down all my orders and point them out to the Plebeians people.

Or not.

Heck, I’m still alive and kicking, aren’t I? *Schizo schizo schizo*

You might think Im crazy, but I think I’ll now proceed to just go pop in some ice cubes to completely sound like a horse.

x EdgyShark x

P.S And then I’ll try and scream. And I’ll sound like what does Elton John on weed sound like? an awesome-er freak than what I already am.

Climate Change Might Kill Your Knees Too

I have a feeling the climate summit conference I attended today, has left a pretty big impact on my conscience. Not to forget it was something worth attending, and certainly well presented.

Imagine Your Very Soul On Fire

But here’s what took place sometime ago when I was sent an invite for the above. I thought it’s a seminar for like minded environmentally inclined students, but I walked in and could only see a room full of well dressed suit-ed men and women (SEE MOM! I TOLD YOU I NEED FORMAL CLOTHES!) and felt kinda out of place in my jeans.

At least I took a decent decision of not wearing any of my smart alec t-shirts. Come to think of it, I’ve outgrown that phase altogether. *Anyway.*

But I was put to ease when I got reminded that in a room full of such adults, nobody cares. Especially when there are smart, intelligent delegates, CEOs of companies and things like that, and the topic that’s reeking out of all the grey matter present is to do with the environment, climate change and entrepreneurial growth.

We were shown two well directed documentaries on coal and growing entrepreneurial opportunites (Why New Coal, In Good Company) after which there was a discussion with a panel of esteemed people who tried to answer questions related to these things and how they affect us nationally and personally. A talk about the Copenhagen summit, ecopreneurs, as well as strategic planning and thought flow was also a part of this.

I’m not getting into the intricacies of the matter, although you are welcome to ask me anything if you wish to. It was excellently held, the entire evening, inclusive of an argument breakout at the end regarding questions related to pollution and garbage cleaning within our very own city, attacked at the representative of the KMC.

Why of course you are!

To which, I’d like to simply say, that maybe the 50+ year olds who attended today’s conference might have a problem with, and think that they’re paying taxes to no solution, but they should be reminded that there are organisations like the Calcutta Cleanup Campaign and other small ones (Chologrenade for example in my very own school, started by some of my friends,) where students from high schools, even younger, get up early on weekends just to visit areas of the city and *CLEAN* up the litter.

Today, all our schools are mostly headed towards having a greener environment, so it’s absolutely neurotic to directly blame us by saying things like we litter the place.

Most schools have different waste bins to segregate our various wastes, and mostly all our paper, chartpaper, water, everything is recycled. We have begun implementing green covers, green roofs and kitchen gardens in order to maximise oxygen release and cut down on our carbon footprint.

The problem lies in the uneducated, and the uninterested. It’s again not right to blame the poor or the illiterate, because do you even see the urban population following ethical rules in the first place? Simple things like not littering the street?!

It’s all about awareness and educating one another. It’s going to take time to make the world a better place, but if we start believing and acting upon such policies, we’ll get there soon.

x EdgyShark x

P.S: The knee killing part? Well try walking down to the Cha Bar from the American Center in flat seven minutes with a harassed bestie literally at your neck, sending you threatening texts about reaching and being turned into a ‘dying duck.’ Especially if your knee wobbles already. And Rj is Rj only.

Ahoy There Matey! The Storm Is A Coming

xxx

We didn’t know what to do. The house was getting renovated, and every room was occupied. Brainwave: We spread the two lounge chairs down, switched on some Imogen Heap, and laid down, getting wet in the rain, not caring two hoots about the world. Not giving a damn about plastic people that we live around. Lame talk and gossip and bitching that goes around all the time. We couldn’t care less.

And it’s high time people understand that you can’t make nice just when you want something done.

Because nothing else feels better than that(@aaaabove), ain’t it, Kinzal?

x EdgyShark x

I Free Fall And I Love Defying Gravity In The Process

Much is done, much remains to be done.

I don’t feel like elucidating more, Vora knows best. I’ve talked alot, and I think I’m done for the day. Now, I’m going to act on all that I’ve planned. No, I’m not zingy anymore, either.

And it’s going to be awesome.

At least I think Im free

x EdgyShark x

P.S. You are free to ask me questions. Of any kind.

Freak Enthusiast

Sometimes I wish the clock would just tick faster, or better yet, it would tick according to my wants and whims. But it doesn’t happen that way. Because right now I’m wishing for this to happen, tomorrow you might too, and then everything’s just going to get messed up. So believe me, and if you ever get this chance granted from some supernatural being, pass it on to me.

I’m so going to make awesome use out of it.

@’You’probablyknowwhat: I didn’t even realise it had been two hours. But two awesome hours, at that too.

I like seven fourty six pm on a Friday evening. But for that, I’m going to have to wait a little over twenty four hours more. I like that time, because I like having my black tea and writing out work mails, meeting newspaper deadlines in a flurry, and of course, blogging.

I am getting so restless right now.

x EdgyShark x

Jinx(ed) Afternoon

An afternoon out with Jinx always turns out to be something exactly other than what you’d expect it to be. Sometimes annoyingly irritating, and at times pretty interesting. So yesterday after really trying hard to solve a single sum based on journal accounts and not succeeding, we just put our books away and decided to give some gallavanting a try.

First stop, the worst (arguably, the best) mall in Calcutta, in terms of mall rats and snob crowds of course, Forum. Where all the apathetic beings roam at all points of the day. We agreed to try out a hindi movie called “Love Aaj Kal” to give ourselves a laugh. Alas, the tickets were sold out.

And something tells me that was probably a good thing. Since I haven’t watched a hindi movie in so long, no point breaking that record.

After bugging Syd at least thrice as to whether he could join or us or vice versa, we just came to the conclusion then to “hit the road” and see where it took us. So we walked. And walked a little more.

Jinx On A Sugar Rush

Jinx then chooses to flood me with her pancake and crepe cravings. So we enter Piccadilly Square despite me telling her that the crepes SUCK beyond no measure. I mean, you’d rather go to Crepes Station to eat crepes, although I have no idea what they are like, over there.

I think crepes suck, like generally speaking.

She kept going on and on about how scrumptious mushroom crepes could be, so we just ordered it alongwith French De La Creme pancakes. And I thought that would turn out to be something exsquisite covered in a number of dark coloured sauces. And when the waited brought the dish, it was actually looking like a six year old’s Piccadilly special lunch.

Two tiny pancakes topped with oozing amounts of white vanilla sauce and rainbow sprinkles on top. What a pretty picture! *squeals!*

Piccadilly Square

Jinx

*Hits self for squealing.*

And since we had the car completely to ourselves, we decided to explore our opportunities and make the best of the evening. Of course, given no time constraints we’d have just asked the chauffeur to drive to another city, but we had to limit ourselves to the central side, i.e. Park and Russel Street.

Dominoes was next on the list, with the both of us trying to choke down the taste of the very horrible crepe and candied pancakes with the help of overdoses of garlic bread and jalapeno dips.

And by the end of it, we landed up at my favourite alcove, the Cha Bar at Oxford with iced tea and cappuccinos, where we sat talking and laughing about the worst jokes you’d ever have heard.

The Cappuccino

Fake Intellectual Thinking

Next time we’ll do something a little more challenging, Jinx. =]

x EdgyShark x

Clouded Thought

I’m still lying around here, stewing in my own mess (as Mrs. R would have put it,) in my moo pajamas. And I feel like someone’s punched my lungs and clogged up my already miniscule-sized alveoli.

Whatever that meant.

I was under the impression that’s I’d be spending this extra off-day at the Cha Bar, soothing my throat with some Rum tea and cheesecake as mentioned yesterday, but I woke up with my parents hovering “You’re sick, where’s the thermometer,” in mid-hushed voices. My head hurt. Worse than that actually. You know what it felt like? Flo Rida’s “You spin my head right round,” in it’s literal sense.

So I just kinda slept around the whole day. And when I didn’t feel like doing that anymore, I finished with Percy Jackson. After which I logged onto facebook and realised that the rest of the world that I *do* know about, is suffering the same throat hurting-legs paining symptom thing that I’m currently going through. And those who aren’t feeling sick that way, are feeling sick on a different level. *looks suspiciously at Syd.*

After which it struck me, that I’m not human. I mean, all this while I was under the impression that I wasn’t human anyway, but like, I thought I was a hep alien.

Now I feel as if I’m a half-God. And no, these aren’t the after effects of Percy Jackson, although I daresay I’d felt witch blood flow through me after Harry Potter.

“Mom.. I think I’m a half-God.”
“Yeah, you could be.”

That’s it. That’s how my parents treat my skepticisms. Maybe because they don’t want me to be attacked by Medusas and Chimaeras and get sent away to Half-Blood Hill. Or maybe because they want to deprive me of the excitement that could follow.

I’m telling you, this is probably the reason why I fall sick so much, despite resistance, and few relatives harping on and on about the importance of home-food, even though I must mention to them that they should stop giving un-needed advice to others and look at their own consumption needs. Because my diet ONLY includes milk, and cucumbers, and rice and vegetables. Which is it.

(FYI, I hate it when people provide you with non-required advice. Uhhh, irritates me to the core.)

Anyway, getting back to my doubts, as I walked through the terrace with the rain drizzling on my shoulders, I kinda had a feeling Zeus was sad about something. Since he is the lightning God and all that. Not angry or anything, no thundering too. Just slightly upset about something.

Maybe about the fact that I’ve been using up the last ten (or more) years of my life trying to crack math problems and not help him in his quests. Maybe that’s why lightning and the purple sky’s always intrigued me so much.

Earlier, I’d just think it was Voldemort getting mad or something, but now that I know he’s dead, therefore mortal, it can’t be it.

I’ve really got to give this some thought. However my head hurts. Maybe I’ve got ADHD or something of that sort. Now, now, I’m not attempting to be some sort of an Annabeth wannabe or something.

Zeus, Hermes, Poseidon, Athena, Ares, Dionysus, Apollo, Artemis, even Hades.

I have a feeling I’m their kin.

x EdgyShark x

The 25th Evening of July

Tea.
Hoodie.
The Forbes ‘zine.
Fuschia Flower.
Squealing.
Marvolo’s Ring.
Walnut Muffin.
Hot White Shirt.
Silver Lead Pencil.
E51 i.
Gala Gala Million.

x

Sadistic, sharky, sarcastic, edgy, vampirish.
A brilliant evening.

x EdgyShark x