Does never mean never ever or not right now or the near future that you can forsee?

Something that made my day, today :)

Gumtree is my favourite site these days. Not only can you find everything you need and don't need on this site, you can also do awesome 'timepass' on this wesite.

Professional Date Doctor seeks clients.

And a wannabe date doctor gives some advice on how not to become single.

We are the Ghostbusters.


And a whole lot of I want to sell, I want to buy - your usual e-flea market!

Do we get irritating as we grow up? Or maybe the ability to figure out how irritating we are comes with adulthood?

The Ferris wheel turns in the yonder. The immigration bridge is a pretty sight. The Melbourne skyline sparkles. I sit by the Yarra breathing in the sight, quite the vision that it is.
And, a street performer on the Bourke street sang 'she has a brown bag, brown shoes to match' as I walked by. And I am still smiling :)

And I am going to save the bag and shoes for very special occasions, like every day.

Found this on the big world wide web and haven't stopped smiling since then :)


Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.

Won't you just disappear?
or atleast fade away into distant fog.
Should be easy,
you were always misty.

I never have problems sleeping. I fall asleep the moment I hit the pillow. Mom and sis are forever envious - something like neighbours' envy, owner's pride.Today is not one of those days!
Inspired by my flatmate's 'early to bed early to rise makes a man healthy , wealthy and wise' philosophy I had decided no late night calls, gtalk chats, books. And it didn't work for me. I was tossing on the bed disturbed by the people shouting on the street, music from some night party, police cars whizzing by and my flatmate blissfully sleeping away to glory thoughout all of this! Even more disturbing were the random clicks from the past that I kept seeing - inspired by the 'Christmas Carols' that I read yesterday?
When I couldn't take the torture any more, I decided to go back to my usual ways - armed with steamed veggies and pitted dates to satiate a rumbling tummy, I turned to the laptop and internet to wear me out to exhaustion and sleep.
I once said to B that 'Life is like a decision tree with a lot many possibilities and only one certainity after which all the probabilities stop mattering' after a very stressful Business Stats class. Charles gave me a 'D' in the subject. Once we have chosen a path, we can't usually undo it and go back. And sometimes we may not want to. But why is it that inspite of what we choose and why, we have agonizing moments (hours and days) thinking about what could have been and what may be. Is having a choice really a good thing?
Another thing to ponder - this whole 'Am I really right' rigmarole only seems to get worse as we get older.
Why can't it be alright to be wrong once in a while. And not have to pay for it! And now that we are at it, why does life have to be a one way street? Why can't we flit between the parallel universes?

Once you know what you don't want, its easier to make other decisions. :)

Sooper Dooper Happy!

If you were at Reject ( a discount store in Melbourne) on the Bourke Street on the 12th evening and saw two seemingly normal girls giggling away to glory, it was me and the new flatmate.

Joke: Does a guy getting a Valentine's Day Card from Reject get automatically rejected?

Owgay, that seemed so funny back then!

And Happy Wednesday! Because I don't need one official day in the year to tell people how I feel. :)

The much awaited "the" mail did come. But it was nothing like the Eat Pray Love moment that I had been waiting for!

I had a strange dream last night. I dreamt that a Dinosaur somehow materialised outside my house and followed me. I mean from outside, while I went about shutting one window after another. The dinosaur looked pretty adorable actually, but I was scared. Maybe the Dino was lost, maybe he was alone and the only one remaining from his species and he wanted to make friends. He sure looked friendly, however my basal instinct was to shut him out.

There are some dreams you remember very little about, but this one wasn't one of those. I remembered everything, every feeling when I got up in the morning.

Any Freuds and Jungs amongst those reading this, would love to hear your take on my dream.

Haven't been able to stop myself from checking mail!

Okay. I don’t need to tell you how much of a bad year last year has been. I am not even going there now. Well at least trying not to. Note to self – whenever you think you are going through a bad phase, remind yourself about 2010. That should make you feel better!

I put up with a lot of things from a lot of people that I didn’t have to – I don’t know why again. Note to self – Stop being so vulnerable. Everybody has an agenda. And making you happy is not on it. And stop listening to people who don’t make you feel good about yourself. You owe it to yourself. And yes, relationships will sour. People will stop being what they were or what you thought they were. You cannot hold yourself to something that probably was only a delusion and hope for the best. Sometimes, its perfectly normal not to see something good in everybody and every situation. And when you do, don’t make excuses for them just to make yourself better. Things are bad and they can only turn better if you accept that they are bad in the first place. And if something makes you uncomfortable, throw a fit! You are a princess and you deserve to be treated like one!

Quite a big note, aint it? How ever cynical all of this sounds, I think I needed this seemingly harsh reality check to bring me out of my “I-look-at-my-perfect-world-with-rosy-glasses” delusion. And I think my readers (if I have managed not to chase them all away with such a gloomy blog!) deserve to know this – no nursing of the broken heart or sort of deal. Just that sometimes a move to a foreign country with bad weather, no friends, really bad flat-mates, unpleasant acquaintances, indifferent colleagues, no support system makes your life less pleasant and more dreary. But now that it is summer, it is all well. And it is also helped from the fact that I have changed residence and put all of this behind me.

Wish me luck guys, I still hope to publish that book. And travel around the world. And buy my beach house. And meet my Prince Charming. (Though not necessarily in that order, not if my mom would have it :) ).

And while life looks all sugary, I am going to take it with a pinch of salt.

Can I please get a billion dollars? :)

Way too busy, having fun! :)