midnight whining

Good lord. I am stuck at work. Again

I AM STUCK at work. AGAIN.

Almost every day of my life goes with me being STUCK at WORK. AGAIN

That last 'again' was a bit pointless seeing as the sentence started with 'almost every day'.

I gotta feeling.

woo.

hoo.

that

tonight's gonna be a long night.

that tonight's gonna be a long long night

feeling

blue

hoo

WHY

Photo(s) of the (Wednes)day

Some photos from Victoria Memorial in Calcutta. and one of a gloomy score board.

Photo(s) of the (Wednes)day

in honour of the messed up taxi strike from hell

'hello, I love you, will you be my wallpaper'

HEY

you want change?

I'll give you change.

You first give me some curd rice and pickle.

scooby doo movies should be banned. anyone attempting to make one should be slapped

lesson #2

The world is full of class A jerks.

but don't forget that there are the classes B, C, D and on, too.

Note: These classes are formed because we title someone a class A jerk and then a bigger jerk, invariably, turns up. Then the previous one cannot be a non-jerk so (it) is then demoted to the next lower class.

sound of.

your soul has strings and strings have sound

sound turns to music and

you have your song

my soul has strings and strings have sound

sound turns to music and

I have my song

your song and mine

when in tune

make our song

and its beautiful

its all pretty simple

so relax,

I've got this.

The (Needed?) Shot of Perspective

Dear you,

Alright, I am completely freaking out. I must have sent a hundred messages to my friends, each with a screaming sentence of ‘help’, ‘I need to get out of here’, ‘I am losing my mind’ etc. So then I decide I need to take my daily double shot of ‘perspective’ in order to calm down enough to continue working and get through this miserable day.

Then I made the mistake of asking myself the following question – which I think I need to (someday) make a poll and put up in a website (not this one) (one which a number of people will read) and figure out what the popular opinion is.

Here is the poll anyway, in the event my mostly silent readers would like to contemplate in their free time. And do Contemplate, it is an important question and not to be answered lightly.

Question: Is it alright to get through each day on the assurance that ‘my life could be worse’:

Answer:

a. It’s alright you spoilt ****(add as many stars as you find necessary);

b. It’s not alright at all, Dingbat (used lovingly);

c. I don’t know, don't bother me. Go away.

Ok, I’ve taken today’s shot anyway. Need to get back to work. My life could be worse.

Love,

soontobevery Psychogirl

template

Since Blogger has finally decided to allow for some fancy template possibilities (stuff that the basic internet user (me) can figure out easily and use), I will probably be playing around with my blog's look a lot.

Woo.

Bear with me, till I find that one special super.

Thank you

beans

I was re-reading Jack and the Beanstalk, I found myself thinking

What a silly fellow. He sold his cow. For beans. Cos some old man told him they're magical. If I were his mother I'd have though he was a fool. I'd have been terribly upset as well. Poor woman, starving, last hope pinned on the cow being worth some money...

and that's when it hit me. When I was younger, I never once questioned Jack.

I thought his mother was a fool. How could that woman not see that magical beans were totally worth a cow. More than a stupid cow.

It never struck me that the beans might not have been magical. The old man said they were, so of course they were.

Boy. It is very useful to have the ability to believe in magical beans. To trust that there is such a thing. That for your cow, you can get yourself some of them beans. There would be some difficulty, but there is more hope in a happy future there than in selling the old cow, for some money, which would run out, soon.

I know I'd never trade a cow for magical beans. I hate that about myself.

What I'm trying to say is, there are some people, who can bring themselves to leave something steady and solid for a risky shot in true pursuit of happiness. They are able to believe in that shot, believe that it is the right thing to do. That magical things will happen to their lives if they let go of their planned and average existence, if they take that risk. They usually have a yelling mother waiting for them at home as well: in the form of their parents, good friends, spouse .. any person they're responsible for. They still take the leap. They buy the magic beans, plant it and hope for the best.

and here I am. Someone who can Only see the risk; the giant possibility of everything crashing and burning. Someone who can only see some castle in the air, waiting to fall through, sink. No giant, no magic and no happy ending.

Jack and the beanstalk is a super story. I should have learnt more from it while I still could.

Photo(s) of the (Wednes)day

Fort - Mumbai

vampire loves; robot dreams

These are the names of two graphic novels I just finished reading.

Vampire loves.

by Joann Sfar

Ferdinand, a skinny vampire, and his take on relationships. The various women he's kissed and the few he's loved. He bites his victims with one tooth, for his bite to pass as a mosquito bite. His cat looks different in one chapter though. It was mostly funny, quite a lot of random (a nice sort of random) and well drawn.

Robot dreams.

by Sara Varon

This graphic novel has no dialogue between the characters. Its about a dog and a robot who are close friends, till the robot gets rusted and the dog is forced to leave it behind. It then follows both of them in their separate lives. It was an incredibly touching story. Perfectly executed. Please do read.

Next in line - the Professor's Daughter. Have to buy it first. Maybe I'll become a member of Leaping Windows.

back to work now.

2.18

when can I go home.

when there is so much left to do.

when

when

when

when

when

when should I stop

when do I get out

when

when

when

when

argh. it is 2.18 and a long night yet.

why is it never so long

when i'm happy

when i'm free

when

when

when

when i'm free to sleep

when can I sleep

when

wishing well

super stressed

super tired

supremely pissed off

incredibly touchy

uncontrollable weeping

deep sorrow

worry

anguish

upset

screaming

sulky

sad

unhappy

Photo(s) of the (Wednes)day

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admit it

Anita

Thought: It struck her one day - no one in the world who knew her for the person she is, loved her very much. They actually despised most of who she was.

Saving grace: She was known for her sudden demonstrations of real affection. She gave everyone she held near her heart, a rare but severe show of true compassion. Rare, yes. But enough for them to fight.

Fight very hard.

Fight against all that she was, on ordinary days, for those special days. They had to fight to love her despite.

Monster maker: Everyone was aware that any real flaw in their character was brought about by her. They were sure that they would never behave the way they did when she drove them crazy, when she made them mad. It was her fault, she made monsters out of them all.

They still held on. They still forgave her, accepted her apologies, her lack of apologies, her smile and the sudden boomerang of happiness she threw their way. But they knew, it wouldn’t be long till they’d had enough.

So the question really was.

Question: Do we tell her now? Or do we wait, for another unpleasant day, to say goodbye.

So: Self-destruction can be brought on through others.

i want goa

lesson #1

It is possible to have the joy sucked out of every imaginable thing. Every. Thing.

So don't get too happy yet. Just wait.