Not another Update.

I could begin to write about how my class trip was awesome but I shan't.

Too many things happened.

Let's just say it was awesome and get over with it.

Here is a picture instead:

Alive and Dead again

Look who's back.Yes.Finally a new blogpost.

So,

"Where have you been you son-of-a-gun?"

"Oh I know, you were 'busy' again weren't you? You don't have time for us."

"As if you don't get holidays in college."

Yadayadayada.

Let's get over it already.

We all know by now how much you'll hate me.

These people are termed as "NAFS"

(Non Architecture Friends) by everyone in the college.

They are categorised by their inability to comprehend our busy schedule.

Newsflash.

We have college on sundays a

nd the only holidays we get are fridays but we go to college to work for saturday anyway.

So we have no

holidays.

I'm not complaining.

Ok maybe I am, a little bit.

But that's ok.

Let's see what's been happening since I've disappeared.

Brief.

Yes, brief.

1) Archfest( our college festival) was fun to ridiculous extents.

We prepared for the festival for more than 2 weeks which included making posters,

decorating the place and site

development.

revamping the floors.

Speaking of which, Nehaal and me got to paint half the 7th floor wall(banner) with whatever we want.

And obviously we did the most narcissistic thing possible.

We drew ourselves. As cartoon characters(

which was part of our architecture design project). Fighting each other. And a phoenix emerging from the clash of powers.

Thus preparing for archfest had as leaving for college at 8:30 AM and reaching home at 1 in the morning (because we still had lectures and we could work only after they were done).

Archfest was awesome.

The main theme was "The butterfly effect"

The first day ended with fresher's night.

That

was when the judges(5th year-ites) asked 10 shortlisted guys and girls each to do stuff on stage for the title of Mr. and Miss fresher.

I was one of the shortlisted.

And I was very obviously pathetic on stage.

As usual.

Awards went to

Farzan- Mr. Fresher

Ain(You might want to know what her real name is)- Miss Fresher

Nehaal- Assist. Mr. Fresher

Soumya- Assist. Miss Fresher

And every day had a special theme to it so we had to come dressed appropriately.

(The best of which was goth day)

We had seminars and workshops everyday(photography, yoga etcetc).

Heh, yoga. A senior was teaching us.

She's pretty amazing at it.

We nearly died laughing at our miserable attempts of trying out the positions.

Positions *snickers*.

The last day of archfest ha

d performances by everyone.

Our attempt at a rock performance went down the drain thanks to the terrible sound system.

Oh Ain was nicknamed "boom-boom" thanks to her *cough* dance performance*cough*

Don't ask.

2)I rock:

Independence Rock. 24th year.

Attended both days.

I have nothing to say except that it was pretty freakin' awesome.

It rained while we head-banged to the music.

Demonic resurrection at I Rock

3)Submissions: After archfest, the teachers seem to be cramming up as many submissions as possible. Harbingers of death they are.

Pictures from goth day(oh how I loved that day):

(L to R):Me, Farzan, Ain, Nehaal

Clockwise from left: Radhika, Rohit, Safi, Farzan, Nehaal, Ain, Irmeen, Me, Soumya, Xerxes

Me and Nehaal

Nehaal and Farzan Ain

Note: Picture courtesy to whomsoever concerned.

Thus ends the most uninterestingly composed and documentary-ish post in my blog.

JUST ANOTHER UNTITLED POST.

At the time, my life just seemed too complete, and maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves. ~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club

Fight Club.
I watched the movie for the 2nd time.

Two days back.

At Niharika's place.

I need to get my hands on the book.

I haven't slept all day today.

I wasn't sleepy.

Though I stayed awake almost all night, last night.

I watched 3 movies today:

The hangover

Watchmen

Gladiator

In the specified order.

Loved them all.

For different reasons.

I also had 3 showers today.

THE NIGHT BEFORE:

[Midnight]

Niharika calls.

[3AM]

We're still talking.

Both of us are sleepy but in utter denial of the fact.

The lights are turned off at both ends.

Drowsiness begins to be unbearable.

We fight on.

There is a battle to be won.

This is war.

[A while later]

Things start to fade.

Everything is blank.

I wake up.

I'm lying on my bed.

My cellphone is sandwiched between the pillow and my head.

Me: Hello?

Niharika: Wha-hello?

Me: Did we both just doze off while talking to each other?

Niharika: What? OHMYGOD we did! We both fell asleep at the exact same point of time!!

Me: It's 4:50 AM

Niharika: Oh my god. I don't even remember what we were talking about!

Me: Neither do I.This doesn't happen very often does it? To anyone.

Niharika: It doesn't!

Me: This is bloody awesome!

Niharika: It is!

Me: Bloody, AWESOME.

Then we were wide awake and talked until the break of dawn, which would be around 6 in the morning.

Me. Niharika Eranki. At "Candies".

Also,

I've finally managed to borrow "V for Vendetta" from Rohit.

Not the movie, the graphic novel.

There's lots more to say, but I'll save it for the next post.

My apologies for not posting stuff in quite a while.

I'm going to try to update sooner(read: less than a gap of almost a month) from next time on.

BUT SRSLY GUYZ THIS IS SRS BSNS.

I need sleep now.

I need food too, but nevermind that.

UPDATE(S)

Because I couldn't think of a more suitable title.
And because I haven't blogged in quite some time.
Yessss!
I've finally achieved a confirmed seat in Rizvi college of architecture(<--old news).
Oh and I love my class.
Most of them think I'm a freak owing to the fact that me and a friend of mine(read: Nehaal Gonzales) were laughing hysterically at apparently nothing at all for two whole days.






Oh what fun.


Today five people put kohl on their eyes after noticing the heavy dose on mine.
I'm starting a trend I tell yeh.
The laughing goths(?)



At CCD,
the entire group decides to play Truth and Dare


Me: I refuse to abide by rules of your steewpid conformist child play

Nehaal: Deeeaad baaabies oooooooh


Natasha: you guys talk like you're gay :|


Nehaal: It's not our fault you can't understand our elite gothic accent

Natasha: what? :|

Me : *laughs like a retard*





This constitutes most of my day.
Apart from sketching in class and making paper robots without using any sticking material.







Random incident:


In the bus, I ask the conductor to gimme the ticket to the last stop(which costs 5 bucks)

I handed him a 10 rupee note, following which he said something which sounded almost exactly like "nyeh grhrgl"

then he handed me the change and left.



:|

Admissions and yadda yadda

Since most of my acquaintances are asking me about this so I thought I'd just blog about it and make a couple of minutes of your life spent reading this a little more uninteresting/boring.

So my official merit list hasn't come out yet.
I've applied for a number of architecture colleges.
Rizvi is giving lectures( out of curriculum lectures) for whoever's applied there and interested.
Thus I'm attending.
8:30-1:00

Waking up at 6:30 and travelling to Bandra in a crowded train is not the most comforting thing to do.

But what the hell, I met some really cool people and the teachers are great and what's more, they ASK you to sketch. ANYTHING you want to.
Bliss.
Yes.


And there's a workshop tomorrow and it'll be held by a professor from NID.


PS: The canteen has non-veg food. Chicken rolls, lollipops and such.

PPS: They taste fabulous too.

BUT IT'S WRONG!

xD
Random memory yes.

HELP THEM FIND A HOME PLZ:

My dad is throwing away my stuff again.
He loves doing that.
Cleaning up ie.
This time it's all my study notebooks.
the end pages of which are filled with all the doodles I made during all those lectures.
I secretly tore them out and kept them safe.
They're safe for the time being.
But if he finds them, they're going straight to the wastebin.
So if you think you can find a better home, a refuge, for these orphaned pages,
please please contact me.
YOU can make a difference.
YOU can change things.
Do the right thing.

OVERSIZED T-SHIRT for sale.

FABRIC PAINT AND PERMANENT MARKER.
IF YOU DON'T KNOW INVADER ZIM, BOO YOU.

Back

Good evening, true believers,
I'm back to working entire nights.
The temperature just won't go down and I don't like this.
But nights are better than days anyway.
And this time I'll be doing PRODUCTIVE stuff during nights instead of whiling away my time like the jobless retard I am/used to be.
That would be all.
For now.

I need Help

It's midnight now.
I need help.
I do.
It's hot.
Terribly hot.
The room door is closed.
So are the windows.
And the curtains are pulled. They always stay that way.
The windows are always closed.
It's midnight now and my clocks show 1:45 AM,12:51 AM,12:40 AM.
They always stay that way.
It's terribly hot.
I'm sitting here sweating.
The fan's off.
I like the silence.
But it's hot.
I like the silence.
I try to enjoy it.
The mosquitoes won't let me.
I think I hear a fly buzzing against the window.
It wants to get out.
Maybe I do too.
No, I don't.
I need help.
My eyes are burning.
I haven't slept properly in ages.
I don't have dreams.
I have nightmares.
Every single time.
It stays that way.
My feet are numbing.
It's the pain again.
It stays that way.
My head is reeling.
It stays that way.
I'm drowning.
It stays that way.
It stays
that
way.

....

11:40 PM,
So here I was coming out of the lift on my floor, when there was this loud thud on the door beside.
I was startled for a second and the moment I lifted my foot to move ahead across the corridor to my flat there another loud thud.
then again.
Then from inside this kid's voice screamed in hindi "open the door! open the door!"
I stared at the door.
I was baffled about what to do.
I'm stupid, I know.
the shouting stopped.
I walked past and rang the bell to my flat.
I went back again.
No shouting or screaming this time.
I stared blankly.
I stood there for a while.
the child's voice echoed in my head.
I went back home.
I went back to comfort.

Lawriet is free.

Yes people,
after a duration of approximately one month,2 weeks,3days,and 14 hours(You know I just made that up don't you?), I have finally set Lawriet free.
Yes, Lawriet my pet praying mantis.
Now I'm

happy
sad
happy
angry
sad

devoid of any emotions at the moment.
Woohoo(?)


So all you animal-rights activists can shove that smug smile up your you-know-what.
I don't have anything against animal-rights activists.

About why my blog's name is so.

Since you are so irrevocably jobless that you've been brought down to reading this in the first place(and won't stop even after you realised i just criticised you)
let's start by why I titled my blog thus.
The answer is simple:
it's to throw you off from thinking that you've discovered anything at all about my thinking about you understanding anything relevant at all.
At all.

(note: don't read the above lines in case of random fits of stupidity and baseless contempt)
Wow.
I think that was a marvelous begining. And if THAT doesn't make you come back itching for more, then I'm sorry to say that you're merely human.
Pfft.

(Fact: Sentences shouldn't begin with an and. Throw me in prison now)