:Who will bell the cat?

What is it like to be truly at peace with oneself?

What is it like to be truly at peace with one's self?

I sit by the window and let the thoughts swirl by. Is that called being at peace?

Or is it lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling, enjoying the silence, ruptured only by the incessant mechanical sound of the ceiling fan?


Or is it watching the rain?

Life, is a strange thing.

People go around looking for miracles. They look up to someone who can achieve the impossible. Who can make the dead come alive. Or who can walk on water. But the miracle of life evades them. In their constant quest for their "idea" of immortality, they fail to see the immortality all around. In their constant quest for a miracle, they lose sight of the real miracle... they themselves.


It's depressing to see people losing faith in themselves. When a child is born, its glowering belief in itself gives it the beauty of innocence. Innocence is not being oblivious, innocence is not being ignorant... Innocence, is about having belief in oneself... one's self.

And as we grow older, we lose self belief. We become " realistic" or so they say. And we lose the one thing that we should value most... the one thing that sets us apart from any other type of animal... our ability to believe in our self. For it is this self belief that makes us achieve the impossible... scale the Everest, swim across the English channel, recover from the clutches of death. It is this belief that makes lame men start walking again, the deaf and blind create history. What would Helen Keller do pray... if her teacher and her parents had told her to just be realistic. What would Lance Armstrong do if his heart had told him to be realistic... he can never start cycling again let alone win.


Maybe one day we'll start believing in ourselves.

Maybe one day I'll start believing in myself.

Maybe.

G.K. Chesterton once said: "The men who really believe in themselves are all in lunatic assylums."

Maybe, We'll see the truth then.

: Not being catty, silly

Things I've been doing lately:

Listening to Mika ( not controversial-kisser silly... Mika as in the one whose album is called Life in cartoon motion).

Telling anyone who cares to listen that Beethoven and Bach are so much better than Tchaikovsky and Mozart.

Jogging every alternate morning... and then being rather pleased with myself consuming double the calories and hence gaining pounds.

Not reading fiction.

Comparing the editorials of the various newspapers. Here's the order:

The Telegraph
Hindustan Times
The Statesman
Times of India

On Sundays however... the TOI editorials are fantastic.

Watching too many movies

Pans Labyrinth
Hard Candy
Music and Lyrics
Clockwork orange
Requiem for a Dream
American Beauty
Volver
The Last King of Scotland
Spiderman 3
Life in a Metro
In her shoes
Holiday
Haven
Babel


And all this in a week.
I know this aint a record. But it really is considering how much I've been doing lately.

Anyway... got to rush now.

:Wisdom. Aha!

Oh what a wonderfully strange thing! I have grown a wisdom tooth. Does that mean I am wiser? Does that mean I am more mature (even though I already am). Nay! Then why in the world is it called wisdom tooth? Because it grows when we are older and wiser? Then it presumes that we are wiser when we are older which is not really accurate. Oh. I wonder!

:sniglets

Cute word. Isn't it.
It means words that are used but not there in the dictionary.
Sniglets. Sniglet. Sniglette. Poof. Its one of the cutest words I've come across. Anyway, without further adieu, here are a list of sniglets for you to learn and enjoy.


Aeroma (ayr oh' ma) - n. The odor emanating from an exercise room after an aerobics workout.

Animalanche: When you kick your stuffed animals in your sleep and they
fall all over you or the floor. (from Kaffit, age 9)

Anticiparcellate (an ti si par' sel ate) - v. Waiting until the mailman is several houses down the street before picking up the mail, so as not too appear too anxious.

Aquadextrous - adj. Possessing the ability to turn the bathtub faucet on and off with your toes.

marily in covers of pay phone directories.

B+ Stampede (bee' plus stam peed) - n. The attempt by half the classroom to claim the paper with no name on it.


Cereoallocative (ser r o al' o ka tuv) - adj. Describes the ability of a seasoned breakfast eater to establish a perfect cereal/banana ratio, assuring there will be at least one slice of banana left for the final spoonful of cereal.

Chalktrauma (chawk' traw ma) - n. The body's reaction to someone running his fingernails down a chalkboard.

Cheedle (chee' dul) - n. The residue left on one's fingertips after consuming a bag of Cheetos.

Darf (darf) - n. The least attractive side of a Christmas tree that ends up facing the wall.

Deodorend - n. The last 1/2 inch of stick deodorant that won't turn up out of the tube, and thus cannot be used without inducing lacerations.


Exaspirin (eks as' prin) - n. Any bottle of pain reliever with an impossible-to-remove cotton wad at the top.

Execuglide (eks ek' yew glyd)- v. To propel oneself about an office without getting up from the chair.

Facon - n. The fake bacon bits served at cheap salad bars

Limalope (ly' muh lohp) - n. The disgusting foreskin on a lima bean.

Zeept (zeept) - n. The accumulation of dead insects around an electric bug fryer.

Zerblot (zur' blaht) - n. The last kid picked in any neighborhood sporting event.

Zipcuffed (zip' cuft) - v. To be trapped in one's trousers by a faulty zipper


* Just google out SNIGLETS if you wanna know more and
* Thank you Rich Hall for these deliciously witty concoctions.

:Cataclysms

Okay. Why do I call myself the Cat Lady.
Simple. Its one of my biggest fears. Other than getting brutally murdered, getting filariasis, drowning, attacked by a bunch of cannibals, Hannibal Lector ( hannibal was a cannibal...pretty huh!).
You know what I mean.
A Cat Lady is one of those people who sit all day in their rooms muttering to their cats. I need not elaborate. Everyone gets the picture. If they dont, meet me after fifty years.
A few days back I developed this absurd fascination towards knitting.
I gave it up when I had this dream about a Cat Lady sitting amidst balls of wool.
I'm cracking.
Thats what my mom says.
I love my ma so much.
But then everyone does.
But I love her ten million times more than everyone combined.
But I dont like cats.
So I'm safe, as of now.

:Catechism

Blistering Barnacles!
I'm looking for an original expression. You know, the ones you can say all the time. The ones that eventually become a trademark of yours cause its so unique.
I marvel at how people can go on and on and on about thnigs that hold no significance.
To them.
But then.
But then, what happens in Iraq isnt of any significance to us really. I mean, unless you're Dylan or some sainted soul who is shocked by the direction that mankind is taking nowadays.
I should've said humankind. I mean, I dont want to ire the feminists. They're pretty darn brutal. Or so I hear.
Readers Digest Health Section says that it is possible to get addicted to water.
I mean, HELLO!
Give us a break. Addicted to good ol' H2O.
It cant get worse. What do they want us to do man?
First they say, drink plenty of water, it flushes out the toxins, cleanses the system or whatever.
And then they add this tiny corollary.
Phut!
we're having an inter-administrative-organ war in our country regarding the implementations of quotas in educational institutions.
You see, there are certain castes in our country which are apparently backward owing to the decades and centuries of discrimination that they have faced. So the Legislature wants to give them a chance to shine. Give them an unfair advantage over the so called upper castes who have got everything handed to them on a silver spoon. The method of doing so: Quotas.
The judiciary says that quotas go against the fundamental tenet of the constitution- Equality.
Besides it feels that the richer sections among the backward castes may exploit this system for their own advancement thus defeating the whole purpose.
It doesnt bother me.
I mean it does. Cause I'll be going to college in a couple of months.
Schools over. We had our farewel a couple of days back.
It went well.
And thats it for now.

:If I were to die soon

If I were to die soon,

I'd buy a pair of Manolo Blahniks
And that gorgeous dress by Carolina Herrera
And kiss that stranger with piercing eyes
And take sips of Dom Perignon on a yacht to Tahiti

If I were to die soon

I'd put on my travelling shoes
And pull out that rucksack
And travel to all the places I've wanted to go to
And hear stories of the one legged sailor
In the country pub
Or the runaway boy by the tavern hearth
Or the Tunisian wife and her eleven boys


If I were to die soon

I'd come home to my family
And friends
And spend as much time as I can with them
Tell them how much I love them
How much I care


If I were to die soon

I'd read all the books that I've been postponing for a while
And watch the Mask of Orpheus
And The Devils of Loudon
And Samuel Barbers Vanessa


If I were to die soon

I honestly dont know what I'd do.