Saturday, December 18, 2010

Comfortably Numb?

People cut themselves. Voluntarily. To cause pain.

Growing up, I took most of these people to be nothing more than a bunch of slightly ignored people who slip up and cut near-wrist-areas(mostly) only in their pursuit to gain a little bit of attention every once in a while. We've all been there, it's true. We've all had our 'omg-my-life-sucks-and-pain-is-my-only-company' phase. I know I have had mine. But cutting causes pain- a hell lot of it, at that. Would anyone do it only for attention? I think not.

I was talking to my friend about it. He thought it was very funny;
"'she' doesnt care about 'my' felings, therefore i -will take a blade and very cleverly NOT slit my wrists but see blood and feel 'satisfied'-it's funny!"
Is it, really?

For some it may be a gimmick, agreed. But for most it is a medical condition.
They don't cleverly 'not slit' the wrists. The idea is not to die, it's not. It's to feel pain. Almost fatal pain.
It is less scary, more creepy, I think.
What is creepier is that I know people who are/were into it.

A lot of things hurt.
Hurt like hell.
Hurt like fuck!
It pains when things don't work out the way you want.
Doesn't cutting cause more pain, though?
Is the release of the pain through cutting worth it?
Is self destruction the way to go?

I don't judge, I don't,
I get scared though.
Very very very much so.

Day 02 - The meaning behind your blog name.

Blog Name : POINT BLANK.
What it means? Just that. No more, no less.

Whatever is on the blog is what I have thought of, felt, created and put down. Point blank. I don't know big words, my language isn't particularly stylish; It's for no one else but me, only so that when I am old and alone and cranky, I can look back in time via this damn blog and re-live my years of prime :)

That's that. Point Blank.
Yeah. I am disappointing that way...

Friday, December 17, 2010

Day 01 - A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself.

The following are 15 facts,yes.
Interesting? I couldn't care less, really.


  1. I have been editing my pictures, lately. I may be complete crap at them but I have never claimed otherwise anyway, so.
  2. I eat a lot. At least, I want to. Ya. I don't have an appetite, apparently. Boo! I like cooking, though.
  3. I can hug people even if I don;t know them enough. Oh wait! I already do. I like to. Hugging and kissing are my 'things'.
  4. I am vertically challenged and I am the only short person I know who is at complete peace with the fact. Really. I think I would just be awkward had I been tall.
  5. I love chicken. And when I say love, I mean it with all my heart and more
  6. Black should be a religion. I wouldn't be an agnostic then.
  7. I need to watch a movie every weekend.
  8. I not only want but I need a hell lot of money for sustaining happiness.
  9. I am not a nature-lover. Gasp all you want, it's true.
  10. I am not into music. Sometimes I want to be, though. I just don't think I get it, you know? Good ol' Bollywood works for me just fine.
  11. I have problems accepting if and when I am wrong.
  12. I think Facebook should be a tangible person. I swear some major love-making would have happened then.
  13. I love smoking. I don't love the fact that I do, though.
  14. I want to dance all my life. If I could've, I would've.
  15. I want to know/study/watch all about Bollywood. It fascinates me beyond limits.
Oh! It's done. It was so much simpler than I thought. Talking about self comes naturally to me. Sigh.
Good Night.

The 30 Day Thing.

 So now that I'm off Facebook (Yes.I mention it a lot, I know), I have been doing things that I didn't do usually. The 30day project being one of them.
The fact that I love the feeling of celebrity-hood and I like to answer questions most of the time, helps.
Here's the deal :


Day 01 - A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself.
Day 02 - The meaning behind your blog name.
Day 03 - A picture of you and your friends.
Day 04 - A habit that you wish you didn't have?
Day 05 - A picture of somewhere you’ve been to.
Day 06 - A letter to someone who has hurt you.
Day 07 - A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you.
Day 08 - Short term goals for this month and why?
Day 09 - Something you’re proud of in the past few days.
Day 10 - Your favorite superhero and why?
Day 11 - Your zodiac sign and if you think it fits your personality.
Day 12 - Your favorite season and why.
Day 13 - Your views on drugs, alcohol and religion.
Day 14 - A picture of you and your family.
Day 15 - Put your iPod on shuffle: First 10 songs that play?
Day 16 - Your current relationship, if single discuss how single life is.
Day 17 - Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why?
Day 18 - Plans/dreams/goals you have?
Day 19 - Your earliest memory.
Day 20 - Someone you see yourself marrying/being with in the future?
Day 21 - Bullet your whole day.
Day 22 - What makes you different from everyone else?
Day 23 - Something you crave for a lot?
Day 24 - A letter to your parents?
Day 25- What I would find in your bag?
Day 26 - What you think about your friends?
Day 27 - What kind of person attracts you?
Day 28 - A picture of you last year and now, how have you changed since then?
Day 29 - In this past month, what have you learned?
Day 30 - Discuss your first love.

P.S. No, there are no claims of doing this daily, by the way. There are going to be 30 posts, yes, as and when they come along.





Hi5

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Ya.
We were (still are?:O) a bunch of wannabes!

The days when we captioned pictures of ourselves with "moi".
The days when we wrote 'testimonials/profile comments' for each other as though we were marketting each other.
The days when 'no. of profile visits' was the trump card.
The days when albums about every little moment (including a sneeze!) weren't put up.
The days when this and so much more happened.
The days when we were active members of the good old 'Hi5'.

What happens when you pledge to deactivate your Facebook account?
You dig up some old graves and sign in your Hi5 account.
What do you find?
A bunch of lame lame LAME losers who seem to have been using your and your friends' names for some Hi5 accounts! Seriously!
That couldn't be us, for real! Could it? No. They were/are different people. They've got to be.

The ugliness of the pictures back in the day doesn't even begin to crack me up. We were so damn ugly. Each one of us.
Thank the Universe we have grown out of it- looking like that, for starters. Phew!

From the 'About me' to the 'Favourite books/music/movies' la la la it was all multiple levels of wannabe-ness. It is surreal, that page!

Brought back some memories; some nice and fun, some not so.

Amidst all the lameness, one thing that particularly stood out for me:

Back in the day, I was with this guy named Angad. Some good times with him.
Anyway,

Picture of Angad with two of his female friends doing the whole patent Charlie's angels pose on his either side. You know? Back facing back Making guns with your hand.
Caption : "Hii!!My Name Is Charlie...Wud U B My Angel...hehe jst playinn!!"
.
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My comment below the picture: "im ur angel 4eva...wud u b my charlie? lol.. u luk ammzin!"

Yes. I laughed too.
A lot.
Clearly the '4eva' didn't remain...

Facebook! Come back! I am so much cooler with you. Or so I would like to believe. Sigh.
Wait till I look back at you and blame you for my quirks.

Next up? Orkut, maybe.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Change being the only constant

The more things change, the more they stay the same.
It's true.

The colour black for me, for instance.
There is no getting away. As much as I try and change the background and the layout of my blog and as much fun I try to have with colours and patterns, it all just doesn't seem right. And then there's black that always makes everything fall into place.
Is it only a co incidence that I am wearing a black sweatshirt as I type all of this?
I am a compulsive-black-clothing person. Maybe a little less now. Still I seem to like and buy only black things all the fucking time.

Black is strong, bold, mysterious and all the other things one reads and hears about it all the time; some flattering , some not so.
But there's this one quote that has struck just the right chords with me and epitomizes black as being the colour that says,
'Notice, but do not intrude'.

Maybe someday I pick pink over black..not!
Maybe someday I pick red over black..possibly.


The more things change, the more they stay the same.
It's true.

I remember Trishi's birthday party as being one of the best nights ever,yes.
So now that D is leaving for Germany for 6months and we need to make it a night ti remember for her, guess what we'll do?
The same thing that we did on 16-09-10; Trishi's birthday party!
It's almost cute how amidst all the talks and thoughts of growing up and freedom and better choices, we ourselves restrict ourselves to do anything but the ordinary. 
It's the same old routine :
>Guys we don't know as much, that we call them to D's farewell party, have been called to drive us around.
>A RadioCab has been booked
>Dresses decided.
>Stories tallied 
And some more...

Maybe one day we go for a trip to the jungle to celebrate...not!
Maybe one day we go to the zoo just for the kicks..possibly.

Will miss you D :)
If there is one person on the face of the earth that I would want to live as, if not myself, it's you.
Also, Kevin loves me.
And he's marrying me.
What'ya gonna do, huh?
HUH? 

Monday, December 13, 2010

She Talks To the Wind

Claire Dunphy (from Modern Family, on her mother): 
You know how growing up we all have that voice inside our head that tells us we're not good enough? Well, mine was outside my head driving me to school...

Now let's replace the 'mother' with 'father' and let's get real and establish that there has hardly ever been any 'driving me to school'; that would pretty much give you the story of my life.

I remember this one distant afternoon when I was being told in rather beautiful words and actions about my worthlessness in the world, in general. I remember the afternoon because it had made me cry after, what seemed like, a century. 
Even though I tried, a little tear rolled down while he was looking at me. 
"Shit! Sometimes I REALLY do screw up!", I thought then.
I walked out of the house after and thought the 'bad' of the day was already over.

Through her car window's glass, I smiled at her.
She smiled back.
I sat in the car and she was the first person who had ever got my actual mood without knowing the story.
"What's wrong?", she said.
And just like that, in that one second, I knew;
Yes. 
My father exists. 
But so does Niharika :)
I had seen her after her haircut that day. After really really long.
'The day won't suck as much now, maybe', I thought.
It didn't., she made sure.

It's been almost year, I think; 
I still don't know her. She doesn't let me. I respect that. At least, I try really hard to. She's the only one out of the three million people I know who makes me feel like a stalker. I have to fight a lot of my natural instincts only to not bombard her with my presence all the time via the damn cellphone! It's harder than in sounds, really.

Nevertheless, 
I don't think I will ever get over the fact that I intimidate(d?) her!
I don't think I will ever get over the fact that what made me want to stalk her in the first place was 'Gupt'.
I don't think I will ever get over the fact that they didn't serve her booze at TGIF 'cause she's underage. Hahahahahahah. And how she totally blamed it on me. The pizza was nice, though.

Thank you for having crappy pizzas with me all the time.
Thank you (even more) for ze divine elbow.

She doesn't take my calls.
She doesn't reply to texts.
She thinks I am a cheat.
She makes me wait, only to not show up in the end.
She doesn't think of me; not much, anyway.
But she came for my birthday. 
And stayed till the end.
Even though it sucked for her, she stayed.
I am going to thank her for that always.
When she walked in (overtly dressed up, might I add :P), I swear it was the happiest I had ever been. 
Okay. Maybe not. But that moment easily figures in my 'Top Five Happiest Moments In Life'.
It does!

I like how she lets me hold on to her arm and walk around.
I like how she makes fun of other short people while I hold on to her arm and walk around.
I like how she finds me every time I get lost 
I like how she allows for all the elbow touching I put her through.
I like how she remembers that I remembered her chappals some day,one thousand years ago!
I like how she calls me a 'different generation'.
I like how she sometimes makes time for me.

I think my cigarettes taste better with her.
If only we'd decide to watch better movies too. Sigh. :P

Oh well, Hariyaliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.
I hope you're feeling happy today!
Because I Love You.

P.S- You beautiful smelling person, I NEED a picture with you.
P.P.S-  'I Talk To The Wind'- King Crimson is the song that makes me think of you. Always.



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