HOWDY

I be in Houston, Texas right now. A port city where there isn't a beach for about 50 miles, which doesn't even happen to be within the city boundaries (toll roads - city walls are creepy and shut out the sun I don't care how majestic they are what were you thinking that's not gonna stop anyone from bombing your city speaking of which since cockroaches can survive nuclear explosions why haven't they come up with some way to combine that gene with Human DNA). It's a nice place for shopping and all, but it's not like I can carry cowboy boots in my suitcase and have space for much else. I miss my guitar and my Veena.

I'll be heading over to New Jersey tomorrow. We're staying with a family whom I haven't seen in say, ten years and then going to see the concrete jungle where dreams are made of. I've lived in a city for the past 11 years. People say travel should introduce you to different lifestyles and that's pretty much what it's done so far. However, I've always been more inclined towards visiting big cities, the giants of the world, where everything is a step ahead. I'm more curious than ever to see what Manhattan is like. It's a lot different than anything I've ever seen before. Nothing ever seems to slow down or spread out or slowly melt away when it comes to something like New York. Not Dubai, not Bangalore. Can't wait. 

A lot has happened since my last blog post. Yes, it seems to have been posted today but it was basically an attempt at redemption a few months ago. I've finished 11th grade, passed with less than I expected, but still just enough to make the cut, been through the season finale of How I Met Your Mother, spent an entire months of holidays, and watched the Marvel spectacle known as Captain America: The Winter Soldier. Yes, I revel in treating fiction the same way I treat reality. In the end, it's all in your head. You remember something and you fantasise about something...I don't see a clear distinction between the memory and the fantasy in my head. Sure, experiencing something makes you more excited about it. But if it doesn't have much of an impact on you, it's all the same, innit?
I apologize for not going into detail, but as it is a passing thought, and not the main subject of the post, it's best not to dwell on it. It may spark unnecessary existential curiosity as well. A topic well dealt with in John Green's The Fault In Our Stars. I haven't exactly finished the book, but I'm almost through, and underneath all the romance-y pop-fiction feels-breaking writing there's a big question: are the lives that mean something the only ones that matter? And what exactly does "mean something" mean? In order to matter, do we have to spend our lives in service of others and keeping them happy? Do we have to achieve and inspire? Isn't there happiness in perfect normalcy? In surviving? We will matter to those with whom we've spent time. Receiving love shouldn't be something you put effort into.

Back to the lighter stuff, this is my last summer before college. My last gift of time. The dilemma remains: should I spend this time with my dear friends whom I'm unsure of seeing after next year, because I love them and want more memories? Or should I just concentrate on myself, on building up, on learning what I can't in school? Because that's all I'm gonna have. Me, and this is my last chance to spend time on myself.

But first, most of all, I need to learn to let go.

No, this is not a goodbye, it's just top on my priority list.

Sam out. (in a Canadian accent like Barney Stinson says it)

Wotsup fegs xD 
Much happy 
very return 
such skill
very write 

^Pretty much sums up my conversational ability these days. I'm surprised they don't find new mental disorders everywhere. BAZINGA. They're called attributes, attention-seeking bimbos (I was a victim of such paranoia not more than a month ago. Three online tests diagnosed me with acute ADHD, but I was not so desperate to succumb to an assumption that may induce relief in me as a result of there nothing being wrong with my personality as opposed to a more superficial ailment of the brain.). 

Also, Chuck Lorre is a highly underrated genius, credited with creating and co-creating two phenomenally successful sitcoms - The Big Bang Theory and Two and a Half Men respectively (ok, I take that back because I miss Charlie but lel) and at the end of every episode, if you're a torrent-downloading fegit like me, you will see a flash of blinding white at the end of the credits (much like the light at the end of the tunnel) but if you're the kind of person who watches BBT, you will inevitably be drawn to the simple picture of cramped lines of dark black text in Lucida Sans or some familiar font against a stark white background. These snippets are nothing short of highly entertaining (something like what George Takei posts on Facebook). Well, these 'vanity cards' have recently, to my delight, been compiled in a book titled What Doesn't Kill Us Makes Us Bitter. I would have metaphorically rushed to my Flipkart kart if it weren't selling for a staggering Rs.6500. Why when you can read them free at http://www.chucklorre.com/index-bbt.php ? (Excuse my laziness to hyperlink that one)

Wassup??? :D

Hahahahaha. This could be my retirement plan XD High School sucks anyway. You've got soo many examples to confuse you and you end up worshiping a fictional character, even going up to the extent of thinking he/she is hot :O. That is THE LIMIT, I tell you, when you've got real people whose minds are so warped it's not hard to get something from them the way you need it ;). What you don't know is that your mind is also warped - for wanting such a thing :P ;). 

And that is why I said High School sucks. You have absolutely no clue of what you want, or who you are. And that is why I love Lady GaGa, even though her more-than-a-little conspicuous outspoken-ness unsettles me a bit. She knows what she wants and dares to be ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING. A mere pop sensation (yes, they are mostly hungry dorks) who loves her family has managed to inspire the world, and has overtaken Oprah Winfrey in the power women list :| :|

[Source: Simi Selects INDIA'S MOST DESIRABLE (or the world's) (I only watched it for the sake of it, not knowing Gaga's awesomeness. I actually believed she was in India or Simi's stupid studio or whatever)(She's coming in October. I do hope there isn't a mass outbreak of nausea or riots among us less liberal Indians)]

*People who can't come to terms with who you are don't have the BRAINS to accommodate you, and SUCK.

*Don't reveal much of what goes on at your place. Save it for the first visit, or just keep it secret unless there's an emergency. 

What I have learnt today, since I don't have the time or strength in my fingers to write in my "journal". 

Bye. :D 

Beat Da Heat

HOW ON EARTH was I ever capable of writing so good? I mean, not to flatter myself, but as good as I was when I last posted, to say the least??? As earlier, there isn't the steam engine of thought, the maturity, the substance. Has that anything to do with my life, which has been absorbed into music and a select few people lately?

It's supposed to be summer, and everyone in Bangalore's sure beating the heat. This has been the busiest summer in my life so far, and hope it doesn't digress like my quality of writing. You could call me a busy bee that doesn't sting :) 

Leads on my nameless band, "full of intolerable monkeys" [Sahana Subramanian's Nameless (Again) String, 4:2] Performance 2 on April 7th, 2011. Better than last time and what we expected, what with no sound system (except for elec guitar amps) and just one mic without a stand. Oh, and last minute additions. The video of our cover of The Climb can be checked out by my friends on Facebook. Other vids will be out soon, and I'll be sure to mention a link in the next post. And when that will be, God only knows :P. Care to buzz me, anyone? And disable the Snooze button?

Today was a typical Sunday and they bailed me out of House Arrest for a while :P. Only to get stuck at an Indian Wedding which was in desperate need of losing weight. The wedding was of a practically unknown person who was supposed to be connected to me via her cousin by marriage. Marriage alliances give way to more and more of them. Every damn part of it except for the food is pissing. Dressing up, showing up, doing so in an inconvenient setting, meeting unknown people, smiling fakely, having to buy a gift...This isn't to say that I am kanjoos. It's just too weird when you're not close enough to the hosts. Boy, I was glad to get outta there and spent the rest of the afternoon in a deep slumber, only to wake up and find that the blow-dryer's effects on my bushy hair where futile from then on. The ongoing battle between me and sleep. We maim each other and therefore ourselves too much, but neither fades into nonbeing. 

Alright, it's bedtime for both my laptop and me right now...Wish me luck to do some last minute planning and wake up early in the morning, so my day isn't a waste :)

Recovery

Hey everyone!!! I'm 14 and 1/4 years now!! Almost!! I've finally overcome my fear of my age. Loving being the under-grown-dog. Speaking of which, there has been absolutely NO development on my blog the past few months, or years. I didn't even remember the last time I posted until I visited my blog to refer to an old post.
              Yeah, I read this article in Deccan Herald earlier this week about blogs dying. Come on, everyone. Keep something alive! It would be friggin weird if people start posting long notes or wall posts on FB about their opinions on everything and the latest stuff thats happened to em. Or Twitter. Social Networking and blogging have absolutely nothing to do with each other (other than services like Yahoo, Windows Live and MySpace which aren't very good social network bases and do not have a personalised blog feel). It'd be cool if there was a better link with Facebook and you could tag people in blog posts and post photo albums directly from there, etc. That would RULE. Facebook notes are, however, a different thing. They're not like online journals, which is what blogs started out as. They're spaces to type out miscellany. A lot of people do that on their blogs as well. Well, I think I'll take up the task of doing that.

One really great thing that's added to my life recently is the band that I've become part of :). It isn't the usual talk in my posts either. We meet regularly every Saturday...but you still can't say I own the band. It's owned by an organisation and most of us are underage so we have an instructor as welll...who's cool and without that organisation we'd never have the opportunity...So I would like to publicly thank Kalanjali and Mr. Apsalone Sathianathan for giving us this wonderful opportunity. I mean, seriously. :) :) :). We did a very amateur-sounding concert on December 30th, 2010. I went solo on the song Back To December by Taylor Swift. I actually bought the album Speak Now, and it's one of the few albums that's worth buying for every single song. Taylor's lyrics are much more mature than her usual high-school-romance joyride. They're stuff that people all over the world can actually relate to. Including me, though I don't know how.

My quality of writing and sense of humour has been botched by sources unknown. And known sources are the ones hardest to get rid of. Well, hope my talent goes into the right waste dump and gets recycled. That is, if it goes down the drain. Hope I still have the same amount of encouragement as I've had all these years. I've been carried away a LOT lately, and not by anything thats of any benefit to my life. I'd like to go back on myself. I actually swore to myself that I wouldn't be saying this, taht I would be in a happy place by now, but no. I'd like to have continued the way I was. As Taylor Swift (sorry for mentioning her again but this has to do with a certain friend's wall post) says in her song Fifteen (which is pretty old), "When all you wanted was to be wanted/ Wish you could go back and tell yourself waht you know now"...aptly describes my predicament...even though I'm one, sorry, 3/4 year away from being 15.  

Today? Well, thank God I've stopped keeping a diary. This makes me feel more secure as there are people watching. Or so I think. So I had to give this introduction speech on peer teaching, which I screwed up as usual. Peer teaching's cool. It makes you feel so in control. Love it.

Well, as I'm trying to overcome my part-time insomnia, I'd better go sleep. byeeee!

27/11

Nothing should stop us from revering the martyrs for their sacrifice.
And nothing more to thank the media for a relay of everything that happened, one day later, which made us cry, gave us hate for the terrorists, admiration for our soldiers, etc. Sensational they may be, though what would just plain fact? They rock.

LOL. That was just like that for an elaboration of what happened on the same date 2 years ago. I saw HP 7 - I earlier this week. Unquestionably good. Thats all you will get from a HP fan of both the movies and the books, which are quite rare. Unlike many, I actually think movies help you imagine and understand the book better rather than make your imagination dull. It's like you listen to a lot of music before you write a song or read quite a bit before writing a piece.

I've finally learnt to rap, though 8-10% of music listeners will agree that rap is mindless and crappy. I'd like to hear them doing it. Try to be mindless a while. It actually requires more talent than singing for those of you who don't know, and a very acute sense of rhythm. This is why you hardly find rappers who can't sing. Start with the basics, though. First, Ludacris in Baby, then Love the Way You Lie, and then B.o.B in Airplanes part 1 and 2.

CYA! 

Back With A Bang

I know there was nothing possibly imaginable before the Big Bang, the mommy of all bangs. but was the bang back or brought back by someone?

Think about it. :P. But, I am serious. It is something for you to dwell on.

I Will Stop Saying The Words 'Long Time'

This is the last time I am gonna say this. Because, now I have realised that I am a procrastinator (lazy freak) by birth. Try to find a person of my age who can avoid slacking off. Not my brains, my age. I'm 13, for crying out loud! By the way, 8th Grade has started. I am well into confusing myself now. And so's everyone else. I quote, "I'm just not me anymore" - Anagha Smrithi, future contributor to this blog or to the world. Either way, it's the same, I'm not exactly speaking for myself here. Thankfully, we live in a world where we can have as much fun as we like, where morality is judged by the pure visibility of the wrong done. What is proven by judges in the court is purely superficial. Not many people look emphatically at the moral side of things while judging a person's actions. Which is to say, should we be free in declaring our opinions, which keep changing in the eye of the general public? Or is that just wrong? For example, fashion trends (the changing of which are RIDICULOUS, I don't care much), accessibility of information (including unsafe, vulgar stuff if you know what I mean) through media, the media themselves jumping over every single issue like toads over leaves that pretend to exist, and real ones too. And these changes are most noticeable among teenagers, cause they're the only ones bothered and jobless enough to notice and implement and bitch and then end up thinking the opposite in the end. Then we all become hectic-living adults and have nothing much on our minds. Well, I can only think of incredibly boring stuff that they think about. Point is, just be careful about what you say. Some people like to see only extreme, obvious goody-goodiness, and others don't like to get bored and stay within their (s)hell of a head.

Other events in my life include tests coming up next week, and a Fundraiser at school next month, my dad's birthday in 2 weeks, Independence Day today, a Bundh (strike) tomorrow, etc. etc. things you'd find in every other (under) normal person's life. There are things which I wouldn't wish to talk about, because if I did, you'd call me a Window in The Tower of Babel. I will tell you next month, by which I hope to accomplish the great mission of accomplishing mission(s).

Bye for now. 
You are here. (Inside Joke :P) You're in something MUCH bigger than a Mall.

VERY long time.

Hey! I have been quite bored with my summer vacation unlike many people I know who go out and about a lot. In April, this morning music class prevented me from having sleepovers. However, I did hang with friends quite a bit and went out of station for four days to Thirthahalli near Shimoga. NO plans, in all. I hope to enjoy in May, but there’s a slight glitch as one of my best friends is off to Singapore. I’m in a melancholy mood so don’t expect me to write any more until, like, two days later. Bye!

The Mind Monsters

This is the article mentioned in the previous post

NOTE: No part of this work is in reference to a real person, living or dead. Even as some of the views and points might be shared by some of us, the characters and backgrounds are purely fictional.

They eat at my head or rather they chew it and tear it apart. I wonder if this happens to anyone but me. I wake up and anticipate a new bright day. I realized I hadn’t done my homework. After stuffing my breakfast in my mouth, I rush to a place which feels like a battlefield. I am the warrior whose armour has been knocked off and who’s still trying to fight back. I see my friends in the frontier. My warm feelings crash as I realize that they won’t look at me. A teacher approaches me, unmistakably to bombard me with questions about my homework. I used the simple excuse that my hamster had eaten it. She forgave me as she was very familiar with the diet of my hamster. My mates approach again and we smile at each other and – GOODBYE. Now, home sweet home. My mom asks me to study. I say I have a headache. But I really have is much worse. I lay on my bed not knowing what to worry about first. I go to my neighbour’s house. Now there’s someone who actually talks to me. I then play, eat, drink; the only things I look forward to in a day. Unable to control my mouth, I blurt a few of those worries to my friend. Now she calls me a worrywart. Add that to my list of worries –

People. Am I invisible, or what? Seriously, what was I put on this planet for? I practically slog through every day.

Schoolwork. Pure clutter for the mind. Except if you study, of course.

Family. Um. What would I do and how would I live without them? I actually love them…

Moving on outside this prison of a body, there’s Global Warming. I gotta increase the speed of my fan every single day. I sweat. And because of a couple of trees and that irritating slippery plastic.

The water tasted like ferric oxide mixed with jell-o and cow dung in our last school trip. Let’s hope it can’t get worse. With factories that manufacture scratchy, slippery PLASTIC going into the drains.

World Hunger and Terrorism. People die. A hundred more are born on the second. But that’s overpopulation. We all are light eaters, you see. There would be at least one big blue truck that can serve as a restaurant. Sadly, no trucks I see are the colour of deep blue. Which I happen to like. And the groups of psychos trying to incinerate us. I am not venturing out of the house tomorrow and will not let my family to too, in case there’ll be an eggshell dropping on my head. Then again, there may be a bomb dropped on my house.

Being called names…including a worrywart….

I could go on, but I don’t want to add too much to your list of worries. Hope we can all do something about them. So after my routine I sleep, vanishing the butterflies fluttering in my stomach and the dragonflies round my head. Shutting myself to the world.

Yes. That’s it. It does sound like it’s written by a person in the early stages of a chronic depression. Please do not take any behavioral examples from this, except maybe the (very slight) sarcasm. If you can relate to it, then it’s time to get into some basic therapy. Not the world problems part. The personal part.