Dragging Days.............................................

Need I say more?

The Haircut story

Went shopping the other day and passed by a store that had glass panes almost like mirrors...The kind I dread(reasons unimportant). Saw myself and was shocked. My hair looked like an overgrown bush and I was terrified. I let myself go out looking like that all the time? Damage control needed!!
So, went to this beauty salon as soon as I reached home. Three ladies there : nos 1, 2 and 3.
1 asks me what I want. Told her that I need a good haircut. She asked me to leave it loose and assessed the existing 'style'. 2 said my hair is very short for any sort of hairdo. 1 shook her head and said that little is possible cos the hair is already short plus its wavy. Me standing there, thinking, "I HAD to come here??" LORL. 1 & 2 were chorussing something together. Paid little attention to them. 3 pretty much didn't talk and kept nodding her head for everything the other two were saying. Felt like they're deciding some sort of world crisis or something.
Anyway, I said "Listen. I know that I have short hair. But not that short too. So, give me a good quality cut and trim the hedge."
So, they ask me to sit down and 1 started snippin' away. Guess she owned the salon. She took sections of the hair and kept asking if she could cut this much and that much. I was least bothered. As long as the hair didn't look like some sort of next, I had no problems.
2 kept spraying the water..which was getting in my face and eyes. I kept yelling "Hey!!". She kept apologising. But kept doing it. LORL.
Anyway, there was a cookery book on the counter and since I love new dishes, I was browsing for some new vegetarian food. 1 looked over my shoulder and said "I tried that dish. Its very good Madam. I'm sure you would like it."...I said "Okay. But I'm living with someone else now. They won't let me cook. And there's no gas in my original home. But, thanks for the suggestion." She was very vividy surprised! "You living with someone else? And they won'y let ya cook? Just when you can show your gratitude". Me thinking, "You Jackass. What does it matter? Somebody cooks and I eat. Why do ya even bother? Just cut my hair!!" Anyway, as I was reading, felt this sharp pain in my neck. She cut my skin!!! Bloody hell!!! Hurt like crazy. "Owww", I screamed. "So sorry Madam." she said. 2 went running somewhere and took 3 with her. "You were reading the recipie??" I asked.
"Sorry Madam".....
Neck bleeding. Could feel the warm blood flowing. Got up and thrashed her. She kept saying "Sorry Madam..So sorry".....What's the use?
Sigh..Anyway, 2 & 3 came back with some spirit/dettol. Took some cotton and dabbed it onto my neck. Ouch again!!! What do I have todo to get these women off my neck??? LORL...
Anyway, whilst they were doing that, I had a look at my haircut. I let out the most blood curdling scream in history EVER!!! Twas Bad..with a capital B...No ...make that all caps! BAD.
It wasn't what I had asked for and the hair was so very very short. Angrily asked 1 "How much do I owe you?" .."Nothing"..She said.
So, I got a free bad haircut plus a nice deep gash on my nape. Went back home and washed my hair and dried it. Hmmm....Then..of all the miracles....It looked awesome!!! She hadn't spoiled anything!!! I was elated. So, I went back there and paid her the full money. Not only that, I even complimented her on her skills. Woah!!! She must have been very unsure of herself and plus scared that she had bruised me. But I went home that day...feeling the happiest!!
NOW, I got a paid quality cut. The gash has healed and my friends can't stop touching my hair!!! Now, who gets this lucky??? LORL!!!

The Aftermath of the examinations(I knew this would come...!!)

The first question my people asked me as soon as I finished my last exam(June 24th) was :
"Okay. You're 23 years old now and you're done with your education. Have you planned what to do next? "
Okay okay, Not in as many words/language, but my point is taken??
So, I answered them :
"Okay. I'm 23 years old now and I'm done with my education. Have YOU guys planned anything for me next?"
LORL LORL...I was laughing a LOT..
Naturally, getting frustrated for my making fun of everything, but not wanting to scold me, they kept quiet.
I don't get why they are obstinately and stubbornly keen for me to keep asking questions like these. Like I have everything planned out on a Post-It? Hehehe..
To top it all, my usually reliable brother, is being unusually unreliable. ROTFL!
So I went running to Mumbai to seek solace in my grandmom. But she too started off with the same type of questions!! I just quirked and ran off..knowing she can't chase me!
Now, during meal times, when the family is together, how am I supposed to escape comments and interrogation? Though they come in the form of 'best interest'...they do have a form of some kind.., don't they? So, decided not to eat AT ALL! Prolly, sneak in to the kitchen after dark and hog! Bless fate! She made me fall sick the next day and I couldn't 'join' them at the table. But here I am, still a bit unwell, And back at Bangalore!!!
God bless Fate. And Lady Luck too!!!!

The Past(And how nobody can change it!)

Am done with studies. No more academic examinations, lectures and bunking classes. Went to college yesterday and felt a bit sad that I was once an entity of all the good and bad. Can't believe that time has flown and am in a place where everything is undecisive and filled with cross roads.

So, these friends of mine Sha and Sandy are the 2 craziest gals I have EVER met in my life so far. Its like calling a spade, a spade. But hands down, these 2 are so unbelievably stupid and lovable that, I felt very very sad that we cannot get to be a part of each other's lives like how it was.
I first met Sand( I call her Macha) during orientation. Seemd normal at first, very cheerful and paid me some compliment. I started guffawing coz I never paid a compliment to a stranger before! Twas funny! We started off on an instant roll and immediately became best gal pals. Me being more of a guy, am the..well, guy type! And Sha(I call her Machi) I became close to in our 2nd semester when I confided in her about some domestic problem at home.
Never did I EVER imagine, that, that confidence would lead to an amazing thick friendship.
There was another girl N, whom I feel hesitant to even mention. We were close from my Bachelor days. I have no idea what went wrong. Guess 1 out of 5 friendships, break or fade away. Anyway, we 3 used to have the greatest fun ever!
Laughing and making silly jokes, was all we would do. Used to call each other by crazy names(censored on this blog) ..And used to gobble up each other's lunch. Macha was a poor eater..though looking at her size, one couldn't figure that out. I am a good eater and looking at my size, is evident. Machi is a moderate eater....but is very very thin. My all time fave food is curd rice. It doesn't beat, in my opinion, any of the 'modern day' junk.
So, this one time, M, M and I had been to the neighbouring class with our tiffin boxes in our hands, when the lecturer entered our class and we didn't know! We ate like there was no tomorrow. Should've seen Macha eat. She was super fast. Now, the problem of swallowing..LORL.. Returning to class, all 3 of us are sitting there, our bellies aching...both with suppressed laughter and the quick gulping, struggling for the 2 hour period to end. Machi and I used to sit next to each other. Used to have competitions as to who would write the fastest! She invariably won. And spoiled her writing! LORL...
Finished the class and went to drop Sha to the bus stop. San and me used to go together on my bike. She would always ride and I would sit at the back and make all these weird noises. She has a weakness for laughter and I used to get infected too!! The bike would start shaking and go in a zig-zag manner. Many a time, we had to pull over and stop till the laughter subsided. But not for long!!! LORL....Thinking of it now, makes me burst out.
Anyway, 3rd sem finals. We had the exam in another branch. So couldn't get my bike. San and me used to walk half the distance and then try getting a rick, which BTW, we would never be able to get, due to the short distance back home! So, its like being Penny wise and Pound foolish. Coz we always ended up going back the distance and getting a rick from there. Never once, during all those exams, did we have the brains to take a rick from the college entrance! LORL...
Once we bumped into an actor, from a TV serial. San went ahead and said " Sir I am ur biggest fan...Ondhu autograph Saaar!!" .... Moron, she didn't even know his name..LORL...He gave her the a'graph anyway. We had the biggest laugh after he went, making him turn back and wonder what happened to these gals! Laughing all the way back, we caught an auto, and neither of us were able to tell the driver, where to. We were uncontrollable. So, we stopped like 12 autos and weren't able to talk!!!! LOL.......
Finally, we went walking all the way to the bus stop and caught the bus!! We weren't even bothered that we hadn't performed well in the exams. But, twas fun all the way!!! We did get a first class, you know. So, laughing any day is worth, a poor performance... LOL....

When I frst heard about the 'Doctor' of Thuganomics, I pooh-poohed it. Then I realised that he was none other than the incredible John Cena. Somehow, this guy has my inspiration to pump up my biceps.
Having been to Mumbai recently, he spoke to NDTV and seemed so pleasant, no airs and no false modesty. Was a pleasure to see him.
Wittiest guy I have ever seen apart from Stone Cold. Now, this doesn't mean I am a WWE fan..I was, once upon a time..Now I watch just select wrestlers and see how they kick a$$...
Its amazing how the human body/mind reacts to a energetic situation. It tries to associate itself to the energy and being a student of Biochemistry, this would be one area where I would love to research more on the body-mind biochemistry physiology.
Think I've gone too techie, so, I'll stop..One more look @ John, sigh...

Unintelligible !?!

So, was reading some true life story on the net about a couple who have experienced 'love on the rebound' in ways more than one!
Soon after, was thinking about how I almost fell for that years ago!
This is a piece of poetry that won me the "Poetess of the Year" contest held at Washington:

How I wish that someday.........

How i wish that someday, you and i could
spend time under the wide banyan tree,
How i wish that someday, you and i could
race in the expanse of the yellow cornfields
How i wish that someday, you and i could
pick wild roses and jasmine,
How i wish that someday, you and i could
listen to the song of the nightingale,
How i wish that someday, you and i could
laugh at each other's folly,
We shan't be sorry,
There are so many things to wish for and
so little to choose from,
How wish that someday, i could wish for
those few choices.

After re-reading this, I thought I am a changed person. But recently, NO..I am back to Square One and I don't think I will EVER change. Guess that's a born trait.

Changes!! Sigh!

Ever after reaching a new sense of maturity, felt that things were not ok. So, I took decisions in my own hands and am moulding my life the way I want it to be.
Simple Examples:

1. Wanted to do a Ph.D. in Biochemistry and have been channelising my focus towards that. My family is very supportive and they have facilitated every decision in my life. Looks very nice and all. But all of a sudden, I have decided not to do it.
Told my parents and they were a bit shocked. Plus, me not getting admissions in the States. I don't want to do a Ph.D. from Bangalore University. Not ready to shift base to any other city. So, my folks are upset but they have to get over it.
I don't know if its a bad decision. But I can't keep studying and slaving over something that I might get bored with.

2. I am in the marriageable age now. Parents and elder brother looking out. Rejected some great guys, due to this new found 'maturity' . I don't know what the hell is wrong with me!! I am allergic to men who have spent their years in the States. I don't wanna leave Blore. Its simple. Who understands?

3. I now want to work part time. 'Coz I wanna spend time doing other stuff. I need cash to support my self. That's it. Don't wanna earn big bucks.
So, the idea of working part time and playing music has become an obsession.

I ask, are the decisions we make/take the best ones?

PS: I know I sound real high maintenance by putting points 1-3 for what I wrote above. LOL LOL LOL....