Bad Moods and Bad Waistlines

Friends, Near ones and Dear ones.

Please make sure that I am really irritated, Angered and Pissed off by 18:30 hours daily.
All this anger serves one good purpose. I run and I run a lot.

Sure, it affects my studies and poor, unsuspecting people often get victimized by my dangerously sharp sarcasm, but it is really good for my 4bhk size waistline.

I have already managed to lose 2kilos in the past one and a half week.

Really ugly bad mood and some hard rock in my ears is all I need to sweat it out. It works.


PLEASE Try it at home.

Mandy passed away today. I bet she/he realised what name has she been given.
I'm sure Candy wouldnt live much either. I will miss them.

Who is to be Blamed??

Who is to be blamed?
The one Causing the pain or the Victim who chooses to suffer?

I know, it is the Victim. But can't you see? The victim is not strong enough to break through.
The Victim is Weak. The Victim is helpless..

Like Cancer...Like Poison..Like Drugs..It slowly contaminating the victims entire existence...
When a person suffers from pain like appendix or tonsils, they can be romoved. Even Hearts for that matter.
But what treatment is a person supposed to take when the Soul falls Sick..???

Is there a Treatment?

Yes, There is..

It is Love. True love. Pure love. Only honest and self-less love can heal a wounded soul.

A very rare medicine which only a few very, very lucky victims...the very few chosen ones get.

Else, the Victim will continue to remain a Victim and suffer...

I know, Great people, Learned People, Wise people say things like " Self-help is the best help" and " Only forgiveness gives way to peace"

But I ask them..Did they ever know what PAIN is?
What SUFFERING is before Preaching such hollow and superficial positivity bullshit?

Those are just words. Empty words.

Maybe Suffering is the punishment the Victim deserves for being Weak.

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Those 2 little Gold-fishes are Beautiful.
I spend (Waste) a lot of time just looking at them..

And no, I do not dope and I am not doped when I look at them that way!

Sakshi named them "Candy" and "Mandy"
Silly names. But they are HER pets after all..

Thankgod, the fishes cannot hear humans. They'd drown n die of a heart attack if they knew thier names..

"Candy" and "Mandy"

I know, I know, My nick is Chickoo...but hey Thats what I choose to be called.
My parents did give me a nice name..Priyanka.

But Candy and Mandy for Godsake?

Remorse

Sakshi, the chick who's room I crash into for its excellent Wi-Fi connectivity compared to the bullock-cart speeding connectivity in my dinghy match-box of a room, Turned another year older last week.

Her boyfriend gave her pet fishes in a bowl as her birthday present. Two utterly cute, shining, tiny, and absolutely round- eyed "fishy" Gold-fishes.

How adorable is that!
It made me day dream..what if I had someone...who'd do that for me..


I am so sorry to disappoint my readers in this post, because here I am not in a mood to write anything funny or sarcastic. Even poetical for that matter. This post is not meant to entertain/enlighten my readers. However few they are, they are loyal, faithful and regular.
Thank you, all of you!

For now and for the coming few other posts, I am going to make this blog like a personal Diary.

All I am going to do is be talking to myself here.

I apologize if its disappointing. But I need to vent out somewhere. So here it goes....

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Right now, all I am feeling is...Empty.
My eyes hurt. My back hurts. I had a VIVA today.
Screwed it bad. I had the time, I had the notes. I just dint bother going through them.

I had a Big shot at this interview a few days back at a semi-biggie Ad agency.

I Screwed it bad as well.
The interviewer Roasted n grilled me alive. Maybe I deserved it.

No, I haven't heard from them again.

I had a few skeletons in my closet. Painful. Buried them deep.
All of a sudden, without a warning, they are resurfacing. I am scared. Those long forgotten wounds. Those dried tears seem to be welling up in my eyes again.

No, I am not strong enough any more. I cannot fight again. I just cannot. I do not have the strength left in me. I have been fighting since the last 3 years. I want to surrender. I am exhausted. I want a shelter.

I had read somewhere that you can never get rid of your past. Your past is a part of your existence. And there is a bond of remorse which binds your present self with the self you were in your past.

I now understand every word of it.

I do not want to be a victim anymore. Why wasn't i made any stronger? Like my Mother. Like my Father. Why am I not Strong?

My life. I am screwing it bad too. Isn't it?

I've Always been lousy at chess. Even a 10 year old can beat me at it. Maybe thats why, I lose at the games people play with me.

I guess there are no straight talkers left around here.

Where can I meet someone who is as "idiotic" as me? Is a an equal and opposite fool made for me?

Why is it that I feel no emotions. Why is it, that my emotions cling to inertia?

Cant I press Rewind and erase some last 10 years of my life?
Cant I start all over again?

I promise to be a good child. I promise to be a good girl. I will never miss school and I will never fake a temperature to bunk. I will do all my homework on time. I will never harass my parents to buy me fancy stuff that I see with other children. I will never bully my younger brother. I will help my grand mother in climbing the stairs and I promise to spend an hour talking to her everyday.

Please, Will you let me go back and live my life in a better way again?
Will I ever get a chance?

To play in the streets again.

To wash off all the stains of alcohol from my blood.

To send all the tears back in the tear-glands of my eyes.

To be free. To be a child again.

Will a chance of hogging an ice-cream excite me ever again?
Will I ever have a crush again?

Will my life be free of Remorse again?

Sour Grapes..

Newtons' 3rd law of LOVE:-
For every Idiot there is an equal and opposite gender Idiot.

Singles are the only people with incomparable intelligence!!

Definitions

Babe:- A girl who can Turn a DUDE out of a NERD and a NERD out of a DUDE.

That DIVA in Him...

ALCOHOL contains female hormones.

Proof:-

After drinking Men Usually:-

1) Gain Weight
2) Talk Unnecessarily
3)Become Extra Emotional
4) Stop Thinking
and lastly..
5) Start Fighitng over nothing


**Source..
Fwded Text Msg

Synonyms..

A Toothpick = Dental Floss

A Thong = Ass-Floss

That little black thing..

I went window shoppin' with the girls today at lifestyle...
How often is it that you fall in love at first sight?
I did.
It was as if I was struck by a Thunderbolt.





I remember the moment precisely.
Its still fresh in my mind after all these hours that have passed..I've never seen a creation as perfect..Nothing before this day, made me go weak in my knees and make me walk straight to it like someone about to die of thirst dragging himself to a well of water..

Standing tall between between the Levis' rack and the Ginger rack...as if waiting for me to come to it..was...

.... a short, silk, layered, black skirt...




It fit me perfectly!!
It was MADE for me. It Was ME.
The way it felt on me..the way I looked in it..It was all set in my mind. I'd never be separated from it...It will be with me till forever.


That Forever lasted exactly 27 minutes.
Because that was when I saw its Price-tag.

Rs 4999/- only.

Only.


Only.
It only made me cry.
Why wasn't my surname Ambani or Tata? Or even Kapoor or Khan for that matter?
if not, Why didn't I have a Boyfriend who's surname was so?


I called up my BFF (Best Female Friend) for some consolation.
As patient she is..she beat some sense into me...
5 thousand Grands.

Thats more than a million families make in a month.
Thats more money than people have to educate their children.
Thats more money than what my maid makes. And she serves us for 14 hours a day. Like a Slog.

Heck. I myself could sponsor to educate 5 children a month.
If I got that much pocket money that is...

But those are just thoughts isnt it?
They come, tickle our minds for sometime...and just fade away..

Whose got time? Who cares, isn't it?
They are just other people...they are just other people who are dying of hunger..
They are a part of a world which we don't belong in..
They just look good on the 12th page news of the newspaper..isn't it?


Anyways.. I, with a heavy heart..put that skirt back in the rack..

5k for 1 meter of cloth..WHAT WAS I THINKING???

...Damn, why wasnt I born rich instead of good-lookin'??

Give me a Reason..

Give me a Reason..
That I may Smile,
For there are no beholders of this charm..

Give me a reason..
That I may Live,
For I've seen too much..
For You have beckoned my soul..

Give me a reason..
That I may Love,
For I've been Hurt too much..
For I've got Love in plenty,
Yet no one to shower it upon..

Give me a reason,
And I'll be yours,
for now, and forever..
A thousand times over..

That L word..

Why do people fall in love? to be loved back...
why does a person give love to someone?
because one of our basic instincts is to love back..
we just love someone to satisfy our instinct..one human being can never love another person as much as he/she loves himself or herself in the end..

Cheeky Quote

Nymphomaniac: a woman as obsessed with sex as an average man.
--Anonymous

Dumped

I was Talking to a Guy Friend of Mine and the Conversation drifted to Friends and Break ups..
Heres How it Went..

Girl:- When our Friend breakups with her boyfriend or gets dumped..we girls do everything to make her feel special and good about herself..we rent DVDs like SEX and The CITY...get her chocolates, shopping sprees, Manicures, Make-overs...and just talk about how she feels...

What do you guys do when one of your guy friend breaks-up or gets dumped?

Guy:- "We just try to get him Laid"



WELL!!