HOW TO SURVIVE THE RECESSION: A not-so-serious guide to braving the USA's economic strategies

Obama is Back!
I really wanted the democrats to win. (Stop the Closet-Republican Allegations!)
Ok fine. I really didn't care about the Presidential Elections. (Even though it's cool to watch the debates and have an opinion on it nowadays).
But what I do care about, is if this is going to impact employment. Everyone is sick of this stupid recession/economic downturn. I miss the days the SENSEX was in the twenty thousands. Those days, I wanted to be a stock broker. Now, tragically, I'm to be a lawyer.
Which brings me back to the job search scene. WHY ARE THERE NO JOBS! Everyone's coming back home from all the cool places they were. And everyone who's traveling abroad for a job is probably fucked thanks to the tightened VISA regulations. Therefore, I have for you, wait-for-it... *drumroll*...

JOB SEARCH STRATEGIES

Sandwich Board

You should parade around with a sandwich board that spells out your qualifications. For example the main the picture. DON'T DO IT IF YOU'RE A LAWYER OR AN INVESTMENT BANKER. No. Seriously. Someone might shoot you.

Apply for a Human Resources Job
They have to be recruiting to reject all those applications.

Sell what people want
I'm not encouraging the illegal sale of Weed and Sex. At least not directly. Oh. OH. You could move to Washington or Colorado.

Start a Suicide Helpline for the Unemployed
Lot's of demand. Do the world some good. I'm sure the unemployed will at least pay for it with food.

Barter System
There was nothing wrong with the state of nature. When you can't buy what you want/need- it's time to exchange.

Be an Entrepreneur
In this economy? Who am I kidding?

Employment Lawyer
Best business to be in, in the United States. Not in India. Duh.

Civil Services in a Social Welfare State
If you ever pass the exam, that is. I have a sneaky suspicion, they draw lots to decide who passes this year.

Book-Cooking Expert
Really needed right now.

Cook-from-Home
Fewer licenses required. And everyone eats when stressed.

Stay at Home and Make Babies
Isn't that what the men always wanted? You can pass the blame. :D

Or you could go ahead and get yourself a dead end job. Like I will. Before I switch to staying at home and making babies. Maybe. Scratch that. Probably.
Teehee!

The Fake LV Phenomenon

I'm a Bombay girl who grew up around Juhu. Before you start stereotyping me and judging me, I should tell you that this post is essentially to stereotype and judge other women. So you can go right ahead :D

I was at Istanbul airport for a stop over a few weeks ago. Traveling alone, I had nothing to do but stare at everyone who passed me buy. I habitually check women out, so that was how i was passing time. What was glaringly obvious (so much so that I can't even say that i observed the trend or even noticed it) was that EVERY third woman was carrying a Louis Vuitton bag. Now either the whole world has gotten loaded without me noticing while i was worrying about recession, or thanks to the People's Republic of China, we have a slew of fakes. I'm betting on the latter.
On returning home and generally finding the time to facebook stalk my classmates from once-upon-an-era, I noticed that it wasn't just Istanbul. It was all of Bombay too.
Because i had nothing to do for several days but to stare into empty space, i theorized about WHY you would want to carry an LV, original or otherwise. especially since those bags are seriously over priced. I mean, buy yourself a bunch of pretty bags off ASOS. Why just one bag with that HIDEOUS monogram?

I'm going to proceed to make a list of the various kinds of women who would carry one. Fake or otherwise.

1) The Job Profile-r
These are the socialites and actresses and those under media glare who are just expected to flaunt these brands. Some of them get it right. Most of them get it wrong. But they're essentially showing that they'll invest in fashion because it's an important element to their job profile.

2) The Ladies Who Lunch
These are the women who pretend to be friends to meet occasionally at expensive restaurants only to eat miniscule meals just so they can show off how rich their husbands are and how they're buying their wives extremely expensive things to save their marriages. An LV is essential for survival in this scenario. However, one isn't enough. There need to be multiple. The smart ones buy smart knock offs.

3) The College Crowd
I'd say it was the Gossip Girl effect. But if it were then the bags would be better than ugly LVs. However, it's cool to be rich. And owning an LV makes you look rich. This is the category where fakes are most prevalent. I'm sure these women think it ups their fashion quotient but to True Seers, it's a massive FAIL.

4) The Marriage Market
Rich boys look for rich girls. Rich girls carry LVs. Period. Suitcases Also.

5) The Vanity Watchers
This is essentially a subset of the college crowd. These women don't really have a social life. Don't even attend parties or social gatherings with loaded people to attract rich men or anything. But they need to buy one. To please their vanity. Pointless. No, really.

6) The Helplessly Unaware
Then of course there are aunties who don't even know it's the LV monogram and buy the cheap knock offs off the street without intending to project any image at all.

The problem with this phenomenon is that it's making the world ugly. I'd say it's just a reflection of how fashionably unaware Indians generally are. It's a vicious cycle. The purpose is to always show it off and it's the only one easily recognizable. Make it stop. Make it STOP. 

Relationships in College: A Superficial Survey

Indian Residential Colleges are a unique experience.

Mid Way through, I will recommend that everyone should have had this experience.

This is simply because living in a Hostel will CHANGE YOUR LIFE.

Believe me.

Today's post is a simple discussion on one aspect of Hostel Life. Dating.

An average Law Schoolite will have been in college when he was between 18 and 23 years of age. Incidentally, in my opinion, these are the times when you really really want some.

Or, if you're the cheeseball type, you're looking for love.

So, you're either going to be dating or looking. Or you're just pathetically assexual.

I have particularly noticed the following types of relationships in Law School-

1) The Happily Ever After Couple

Every batch has one of these. They fall in love early in college. First year, first or second trimester and stay in love. They get married as soon as they pass out. And every time you see them, you know they are meant to be.

2) The Forever Fighting Couple

They are the couple that last a while. A year or two. But EVERYONE knows when they're fighting. And they're fighting all the time. Everywhere. Very Very Loudly. And let's just not talk about the constantly changing relationship status.

3) The Disgusting- I-Can't-Keep-My-Hands-Off-You Couple

Their love (or lust) has an obvious physical manifestation for you to see. So they'll make out. Whenever they can. Or do other sick things. And almost don't care at all about who's around.

4) The We're-Best-Friends Couple

Of Course, they're dating. They just don't want it to be "official". Or don't want to acknowledge it. Popularly, you can tell when the boy chooses lines like "Behen jaisi hai yaar". Or if the girl will blush and giggle and say "He's not my type, yaaaaar." Of course they want to bang. Who are we kidding?

5) The Transition Couple

 This can be pinned onto any one person in the couple rebounding from a previous relationship. The other is usually hopelessly in love. Short lived. Ends Bitterly.

6) The Long Distance Relationship

 It even sounds scary. This is generally one person in college. In a relationship with his/her phone. You see he/she extra happy a few times a year. When going home and when the boyfriend/girlfriend comes to visit.

7) The Junior Girl Senior Boy Couple

The intricacies of this kind of couple are hard to understand. Obviously the boy is picking a younger kid who matches his requirements because she's an easier catch. But they tend to last long.

8) The Junior Boy Senior Girl Couple

Simply put, COUGAR ALERT.

9) The CheeseBalls

This is the couple, so much in love that they find it absolutely necessary to sit by each other and hold each other's hands even in class. After the honeymoon period. And they must have profile pictures cuddling each other. And they must eat every meal together. Both individuals involved generally lose their personal identity and take on the identity of being The Couple.

10) The He/She's Too Good For Me Couple

This is neither love nor lust. Just worship. Or obsession. One party is known to lose all sense of self respect in order to keep the relationship going. 

11) The Normal Couple

N/A. If you find one, do point them out to me. 

Happy Dating!

PS- there is no homosexual couple listed here because we're still far to conservative for that. Of course the fake ones exist in the hostels. But, you know they're fake. What's the point?
PPS- That was post no. 100. Yayieeeeee!!!!

Real India. Huh?

You know what really really amuses me?
Goras in India and their idea of what India is.
See, when goras are abroad, they think India is this mystic land of culture and traditions that are essentially really really weird. SO they believe we travel via elephant and we eat on leaves and wear really odd clothing.
Goras, unlike us Indians, also believe in the entire "experience" when they travel. So it's not about sightseeing, it's about living that country.
I completely love that idea and try to do as much of that as i can when I travel. But the mistaken conceptions they harbour when they come to India are just downright hilarious.
I mean, have you seen those loose culottes/harem pants/dhoti pants that they wear with weird designs and mantras on them? Or the random use of the bindi. And the worst is when they try to wear a saree or a salwar kameez.
I mean, do you see our men in kilts in Scotland?
NO.
I just faiil to understand why they dress like that.
And then they try to eat and drink wherever we do and then complain about food poisoning. You can't handle it. We told you so. Let's get you some electral now.
I mean, Real India isn't about mysticism. It isn't about fake sadhus. It is NOT about yoga. And we do speak English. It's what's sold to them. And that's how they're easy to con.
True Story.
Maybe Lonely Planet should do a disclaimer piece on that.
Really.

Practice + Preach + Propagate

No. The sky doesn't look like that from my terrace.

Hello Boys and Girls :)
I'm in a preachy mood today. My preach isn't the must- most not type. More the, I theorized when I had an idle mind and think I should share my conclusions type.
Therefore, here goes

Theory 1:
Women bond with other women over a common enemy.
Believe me.
Everybody knows that the clothes, shoes, hot men and chick flicks is frivolous.
What keeps them together?
a) A woman must always thing that the other woman is better than her. When both parties think so about each other, there is a mutual respect created and that alone can keep the friendship going. It's not an appreciation thing. It's a she is showoff-able and might-be-useful-to-me-someday thing.
b) What do women do together which involves conversation? Gossip. The mean, bitchy kind.
What can they bitch about consistently over a period of time? A common enemy. Generally another woman or other women they know. Now the catch is that this common enemy cannot be someone they don't consider as an equal. They should always be able to hold up the garb of criticism. Ergo, this common enemy should be an equal.
It's true. No woman likes more than 2 or 3 other women who she isn't related to and HAS to like. Mostly frivolous.

Theory No. 2
There is a thick defined line between friends and acquaintances.
So I've been accused of thinking not very highly of friendships. But it's actually reverse. I think very highly of friendships and so very very very few people are slotted as friends. Everyone else is just an acquaintance. It's true. We've all established in our lives that most people should not and cannot be trusted. And this becomes a very shaky concept especially for extroverts. Therefore. Keep it simple. Remember: Nobody cares. Except someone tried and tested. Therefore friendships resealed with an apology after a massive breakdown are the strongest.

On a completely unrelated note
and a much happier one
Have you EVER professed affections for someone you don't know has reciprocal feelings?
The butterflies. Are. INSANE.
Try it some time.
And don't tell me you're a chauvinist pig or an old school girl who believes it's a boy's job.
Go out there. Do your thing man.
Chill a little bit.
<3

Long-ish blogpost after a long long time. I was on the terrace (staring at the stars of course) and felt this urge to blog and impart my wisdom. Teehee. :D
Maybe it's just my Land Law exam tomorrow. And that thing about the Land Acquisition Act that just can't keep me hooked. I mean , seriously? I know farmer disputes are heartbreaking. But I really don't care about the digitization of the Land Revenue System in Karnataka. I'm a Bombay Presidency person who'll have to learn it all over again, ANYWAY.
Stupid federal system and state list subjects.
Ooops! Legal Jargon.

OkayMustPassBye.

PS- Home in 2 days!!!!!!!!!!!!!! wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

I need answers.

I love abstractions.
And easy answers.
I love theory.
And criticizing.
And questions. That can't be answered. It's a Humanities thing. :D

But now I'm at Law School. I clearly don't fit.
so,
Answer my questions. Or leave them hanging. Nobody cares :)

1. Why can't I recognize myself in pictures sometimes?
2. How can my teacher answer those questions I ask that I don't understand myself?
3. When is it true love if infatuation feels most like it?
4. How can some words be enough to be long sentences without a verb? What happened to Grammar?
5. How can it classify as poetry if it doesn't rhyme?
6. Do most people find it hard to draw a line between hunger and boredom?
7. Dude. Complan boy really wasn't that cute. Was he really Shahid Kapur?
8. Isn't it really hard sometimes to tell whether something someone said was a compliment or an insult?
9. Chick Lit cures everything. Have they tested if it cures Cancer?
10. Were you ever able to colour within the lines?

Cosmopolitan: The Real Teacher

There are so many women in the world you look at and feel sorry for. Because they just haven't been imparted the right kind of education with respect to how to be a woman.
I mean, being a woman is so complex. There are just so many aspects to it.
Think about it.
there is-
a) Pretty clothes
They always just have to be perfect. The right colour. The right fit. Still in tune with the trend of the season. Sifting what suits you, what doesn't. And fitting it all into your budget.
b) Finding the Prefect Man
The eternal quest. Who is right for you? Does who you date have to fulfill your checklist or do you go with instinct. Can you introduce him to your friends?
c) How NOT to be a Whore
How many boyfriends is too many? How long must you date? Can a woman date and dump as much as a man? Do you let your boyfriend pay for you at all?
d) How NOT to get too fat
This is the hardest of them all especially when there's nothing as comforting as food.
e) How to deal with Bitchy Women
They are all over. You can;t live with them. You can't kill them.
f) What you really want from life
Do you want to be a Corporate power woman or a happy homemaker?
And SO much more.

And you just can't learn all this if you don't have an understanding mom or an elder sister.
So then, what do you do?
Then. You have COSMO. *applause, drumroll*
Cosmo teaches you everything.
EVERYTHING.
There is nothing you need to know in life that Cosmo cannot teach you.
And no. This isn't with respect to all women's magazines.
They just have something wrong about them.
Like FEMINA. "For all the women you are". Really? Is calling your readers schizo a good marketing ploy?
Or VOGUE. I mean, I'm poor. Don't remind me.

And so, my dear readers, this is what you learn today.
Cosmo is GOD.
It shows you "the best that you can be."

PS- no, they are not paying me to write this.

Thank God for the Internet: Brotips = Life Advice

Ok. Do NOT think I don't have a life.
Because I totally do.
But I'm still a little bit of a nerd.
So, I love the internet.
But I'm also a super-slacker.
So I LOVE blogs, and stupid internet fads.
Like-
dearblankpleaseblank
MLIA
FML
among others.

Right now I'm totally obsessed with Brotips.
It's so supremely cool.
It's so sad women don't have a bro code.
It's so sad that women exercise their mostly-good-for-nothing braincells in absence of a code.
I wonder if it will ever be sacrosanct even if there was a bro code.
Hoes before Bros is a super big lie.
Even hoetips isn't as cool as brotips.
Women don't like women.
Unless they're Mother Teresa.
And that's just because she loved everyone.

anyway, that apart, i'm going to use my favourite brotips to make this next list.
It's totally preachy.
But it's allowed.
It's my blog and all that.
(That totally doesn't mean that I won't cater to readership demands)
(That line makes me feel like i'm selling my soul)
(as long as it's just the soul.)
(I'm Gujarati after all)

1. While bragging about your GPA remember it won't save you from getting punched.
   So totally true.
   But I love my GPA.
   And what happened to spreading the love?
   But I must agree. You will be punched if you have a good GPA and claim you're going to fail before the next exam.
   Mostly because you're claiming you'll fail because you didn't do a third revision.
   That'll make me want to punch me too.
2. There is such a thing as being too old to have a facebook page.
   Having a kid who has a facebook profile should truly be a disqualification.
   No really.
   Note: Your KIDS are sick of the privacy settings and sifting they have to do because of you.
3. Life will let you down. People will let you down. But food? Food will never let you down.
   It's really hard to admit that when you're fat.
   But dude.
   It is SO true.
4. Chicks dig boyfriend sweaters.
   And not the kind you get at Forever21.
   Believe me. There is NOTHING one of those can't cure.
   Not even a real hug from the boyfriend.
5. While the decision to get a tattoo is yours alone, consider how those stars will look on your hip when you're 80.
   That's all.

Ridiculous people

They have crazy emotions, expressions and even weirder ways of expressing them.
Extremely fascinating.
In one of my theorizing-with-self sessions, I settled on my list of people who i find absolutely ridiculous.
Here it is-

People Who Claim to be Emo

 Dude. No. You don't have the saddest, most screwed up life in the world. No, breaking up with your 6 month old boyfriend doesn't not give you license to show your sadomasochistic tendencies. NOBODY FEELS SORRY FOR YOU.
You probably just need a blow up doll.
And wear a little less kohl.
And get a haircut.
I blame it on Avril Lavigne.






"MUAAAHHH, BABES"

I mean, seriously?
Babes is plural.
Babezzzz is not the right spelling.
Muah is a way to write something with sounds like a kiss. You dont say "mooo-aaa"
And if you're male, you might want to check if it's just your anatomy that's male.
Also your sexual orientation.

Anyone who's above 20 and chooses to wear a hairband with a bow on it.

And polka dot hairbands.
And pink frilly frocks. (No, they don't qualify as dresses"
And then they pose with a pout in the bathroom mirror.
WHEREVER they find a bathroom.
DUDE.
If you're past that age and still love all that. Wait to dress your daughter up.
Or get a doll.

NO. You aren't Blair Waldorf


Whiny bloggers

Sad, depressing tales of their life. Blogging for extra sympathy.
But i guess everyone has license for that on the internet.
They probably have more of a life on the internet.

Anyone who's barely pubescent and believes he/she has found true love

And then they 'Like' those weird romantic lines on facebook.
And have those cheeseball status updates.
And they probably get more action than a lot of 20 year olds.
And have marriage plans.
And have settled on baby names.
OH wait. They haven't discovered the joys of breaking up yet.

You know you think so too.

People I just Can't take Seriously

Sometimes, I wonder if my attempts to be funny on this blog fail miserably.
Or if they make me sound like a fool
Or shallow or something
Then Again I really don't want to know if I'm crappy at it =P
I also don't care much...

You, of course, are reading my blog because-
a) You're Awesome (I'm a Traffic Whore. Deal with it)
b) I'm awesome and you like knowing my opinion on life the universe and everything.

This post will tell you about the 5 kinds of people I just CANNOT take seriously.

1. Men who make a middle parting in their hair

Found Image on Google Images. Praying I don't get sued for defamation.

Looks worse when oiled.
I mean, no offence and all that. But if you look like that, it really is hard to take you seriously

2. Boys who wear briefs not boxers.

You know you think so too. (Disclaimer: This is not an original idea)

3. Boys shorter than 5ft 9inches

Courtesy Chetna.

Seriously!! What's the point? The girl will always feel bad about never being able to wear heels.

And really. Doesn't fit into my stereotypical image of masculinity. Just does not.

4. Grown-ups wearing Crocs.

Not allowed unless you're a gardener. Or are in Disney World.

5. Liverpool Fans

Need I say anything more? But then again...

PS-When you're doing nothing and like doodles and cartoons and funny pictures, you should visit www.davidshrigley.com
He's pretty awesome.

When Even a Heartbreak is Beautiful: NLSMUN 2010

Principle of MUN

You know how there are some things you feel which English isn't equipped to describe?
And most of them are the kind of feelings you hate?
Like getting cranky and then just finding the right word- like frustration/indignation/annoyance etc.
The nice feelings are always simple. Pure rather.
And knowing something you waited for since right about forever has come to an end creates one such pure feeling.
Like how i felt when committee adjourned today. UNHRC at NLSMUN 2010. Pure but beautiful heartbreak. Like a job well done. Just one which you didn't want to end.

Now you'd think- why would anyone in the world like MUNs?
Vee says that it's just a bunch of grown ups playing pretend to feel a little important.
Its quite possibly true.
And its probably the reason I love MUNs so much.
Pure scams.
So easy.
So straightforward.

I <3 straightforward things. Which is exactly why i love dumb people.
Minimal functionalities. Figure out the formula and apply it.
An MUN committee is mostly like that. Figure it out. what everyone else wants. and then just articulate it for them. So simple. So Brilliant.

Like the beautiful woman- gas stove example for the Theory of Relativity. Motion to invade your national sovereignty? (Lame Joke. That's because I stole it. My jokes are always awesome)
Its cool like that.

But I also like MUN for attractive men. In suits. Yummy! ;)

Love and All That,
Niya

Why Are All Your Best Friends Boys?

So the other day, I was talking to this friend of mine about my life back in Bombay. And telling him about all my friends.
Of course there's nothing extraordinary about that. But then he asked me THAT question.
"Why are all your best friends boys?"
No one ordinarily analyzes who their best friends are and why. But this question put me in a position to think about it.
Why are all my best friends boys?
And then came the epiphany. Women are all terrible human beings. You can't differentiate the bitches from the women because there are NO OTHER WOMEN.

MY life’s greatest sorrow stems from my inability to feel close to other women. At 41, I’ve cautiously cultivated a few cherished female friendships. But generally I feel a kind of skittish distrust and discomfort when dealing with most women, particularly women in packs.
- Kelly Valen, available at http://www.nytimes.com/2007/12/02/fashion/02love.html?pagewanted=1&_r=3 (Last visited on December 5, 2010) [Thanks for the link, Chetna Kumar]
*Legal Citation. Not doing it makes me feel a little incomplete now



And I'm not the only one in the world who thinks so!
I mean. Don't get me wrong. I'm all for "Boys are Stupid. Throw Rocks at Them". In fact, I emphatically believe that "All Boys are Monsters. Closet or Otherwise."
But those are the Boyfriends (Currently dating/Ex/Potential/I-wish-he-were). The Boy Friends are Awesome.
They ALWAYS spare you the drama. And don't rip you into teeny tiny shreds.

Women, on the other hand, just offer poor quality friendship. I mean, one minute you're the shrieking-in-a-public-place-and-hugging friend and the next minute you're the-whore-who-thinks-she's-god's-gift-to-mankind.
I mean. ARE YOU SERIOUS?

They're friends with you to steal your boyfriend or to hook up with your friend or to be able to borrow your stuff or to raise their social capital or something or the other that's worldly, materialistic and pathetic. And how can I forget the cut throat competition to be friends with the Queen Bee?
You might as well take the easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy way out and be friends with men. Because all men are nice. Its almost like Sesame Street. 
(See also Dick Masterson, Women with Male Friends are Delusional, MEN ARE BETTER THAN WOMEN, available at http://www.menarebetterthanwomen.com/women-with-male-friends-are-delusional/ (Last visited on December 5, 2010).
So,
On performing a cost-benefit analysis, I concluded that it's okay if I have no Maid of Honour (Or whatever the Gujju wedding version of that is). I'll still have that wedding picture which I can title: Me and My Boys. My husband can deal with it.

PS- Law School is making me cite everything. No Fun. FML. I'm considering captioning all pictures now. Except i get them off google images and its damn tedious to discover the True Source.
PPS-I think i use the phrase "i mean" too much. You think?
PPS- For an alternative opinion, see also Varun Srikanth, OBSCURA, available at http://ezkaton.wordpress.com/2010/11/30/797/ (Last visited on December 5, 2010).

Wall of Words

Her heart must be ash where her body lies burned. 
what hope lets your hands rake the cold in real time?
- Agha Shahid Ali in "Ghazal"

There are words which are so so beautiful. Words which conceal pain. Sentences. Intricately crafted sentences.
They say more than they intend to say.
Time is not a healer. It merely conceals.
Pain is never hollow. It's the greatest reality.
The moon isn't beautiful. Its flawed, stealing another's light.
Love isn't real. It is the greatest lie.
Karma's a bitch. What goes around does come around.
Fear is a flaw. It creates and destroys.
Reality is a myth. But there is no parallel universe.
Colour. Darkness. Voids. Destiny.

But you still look for what's not out there. And pretend you've found it eventually.
True. That.
But there's a strange solace in words.

Barcelona.

So beautiful.
So so beautiful.
Barcelona is the kind of place you want to go to with a boyfriend/husband/partner/companion/spouse (how hard we must try with terminology nowadays to be politically correct!)
I never come back from another country having learnt nothing.
Istanbul was life changing.
And Barcelona was near-perfect.
But I think one thing that I learnt most importantly was what someone I met there told me.
If you ever want to judge a person, walk with him near water. he'll always say the truth.
I don't know how true it is but Water makes me feel just so good.
The Sea. The Sand. The Sun.
That's all I need.
Are you a sun 'n' sand person or a mountain person?

Someone stole my thoughts. I think I'll sue him.

Stereotypes are comforting.

So are superstitions.

Being judgmental is okay. Anyone who claims to be not is either Mother Teresa or lying.

Chocolate is the solution to the bluest of the blues.

The Indian Cricket Team is Awesome. Let's Bleed Blue for India.

Communal Violence is sick. I’m saying that in spite of being a Hindu-Gujarati. (Read: Godhra violence)

And the Commonwealth Games are a scam.

Bombay is better than Delhi.
Cosmo and Vogue taught me everything I know.
Fashion Blogs are addictive. Try Purple Peeptoes.

Narendra Modi may be a murderer but he will be a better PM than Rahul Gandhi.

Reality comes in packages of all shapes and sizes. True Story :)


PS- Someone I know forgot to throw out last night's condoms from her pocket. Her grandmother found them and exclaimed, "Already?".

The Yellow Brick Road is Pink and Shiny :)

Abstractions about metaphysics are probably my favourite pastime :)
This one's about change.
Have you ever noticed how weird that concept is?
And how your affinity to it is pegged to your perception of life at any given time?
One second you're GLAD things have changed and another you hate every bit of the change.
So there is nothing called being comfortable in where and what you are.
Crap.
Optimism is therefore sought after.
Cynicism, on the other hand, is reality.
It's like high waist pants.
Everyone was relieved with the coming of the low waist pants. But then it got uncomfortable in there.
And before we knew it, they were back!
And its not even like it was more than half a century ago.
Weird.
I wonder what is familiar and everlasting then...
I think that's going to be Gold jewelery and Indian women.
But even brides have started picking kundan over gold now.
Confusion.
Indifference.
That's my favourite part about these abstractions.
They're totally irrelevant.
Because there's no point in reflecting about life. You should just restart and follow the yellow brick road... :)

Dear Feet, Contrary to what you believe, I really do love you :)

Steve Madden Mary Janes

This post is solely dedicated to my love lust for shoes.
Because, if the world was a tuxedo, you wouldn't want to be wearing brown shoes.
It's not like i own a 100 pairs of shoes (maybe 40 odd).
But there is nothing I always want to buy like a good pair of shoes.
The problem is that I am a rational human being and i always thing along the lines of, "How can I walk all over something worth so much money!?"
Which is exactly why i insist that rationality sucks.
But all this has planted one idea in my mind.
The day I can buy a pair of Jimmy Choos without feeling any guilt whatsoever and wear them in the trashiest manner, I will know that I have made it.
*gulp*, Just look at these beauties.

Jessica Simpson

Bakers

Jimmy Choo Patent Multi Buckle Sandals

Steve Madden

Because It's Always Worth It.

They tell you it's going to get better. But it only gets worse.
They tell you its going to be easy, but its always too hard to fight.
They tell you you can recover, but it's always a black hole.
They tell you you can survive, and you always do.
Because when you think you can't, you've got to

Pick up your Crazy Heart and Give it One More Try
'Coz This Ain't No Place for the Weary Kind.

Bangalore Public Transport ≠ Convenient

This post owes its origins to the following picture on MM's facebook profile.

For someone like me who grew up in Bombay, public transport was something that was just there. Never for a minute did i think about how awesome it was. Till i came to Bangalore.

Seriously, there is absolutely no convenient way to get around over here.

The roads are bad and you don;t have the option of taking the train.

The Metro is a Big Fat Lie the Municipal Corporation has been telling people because it's being constructed since about forever and it still seems like ALL of Bangalore is dug up.

The Rickshaw wallah's not only make sure you don't want to say thank you for the ride, they do everything they can to ruin your mood for the day AND burn a hole as big as they can in your pocket.

I used to always think that Bangalore restaurants were cheap. But then I realised  that it was the dining experience was expensive. Just getting there costs you more than the meal.

Who said public transport was always meant to be for convenience?

You all have these at your gym. You do. Don't Lie.

So,
I realized that if i stay at law school and don't exercise, I will become-

a) Fat
b) Unhappy
c) Unhealthy

i allowed my fitness-obsessed friend pull me along to The Gym. We had never really set foot into the college gym but we made our judgments based on the rest of the infrastructure (yes, i'm judgemental, don't judge me for it!) and went to the closest other gym- Dumbbells (I've never really learnt how to spell that word) .
I've been there just four days now but i have a theory about people at the gym. Every gym has these- look for yours.

The Body Builder

Duh! You've got to know which one is yours. He pumps some iron and then pumps some more. Even after everything on him is muscle. Everything. I mean, you've got to look mean to scare the bad guys away but sir, you're scaring the girls away to now.

The Fat One Running for His/Her Life

Self Explanatory.

The Exemplary One
The one everyone points out and says, she/he was really fat you know and now look at her! so thin. Mean, weightist people.

The Little One who Wants to be Fit

Sure. Don't lie. You're really scary if you think you're fat when you're grossly underweight. Or maybe I'm jjust jealous.

The Fit One

Perfect. I wish.

The One who Signs Up and Never Comes

I thought I was going to be that type. Its too early to tell :P

The Eye Candy

The one you stare at when your iPod runs out of battery.

The Pushy Trainer

yours is one too. Yes, it is part of their job profile.

Its not hard to spot them once you're looking. And it gives you something to do while you behave masochistically and push your boundaries of fitness. Have fun gymming! :D