Fictional people I am besties with

I am an impatient person.  It maybe an understatement but the problem still remains the same. I just can't wait. So when last month my computer started taking forever to log on to blogger, I stopped trying. Thank God for the weird pull I have towards writing, that here I am, typing away at a random internet cafe. Seriously, people here probably are thinking that I am crazy, I have such a huge smile on my face. But then I am making my best serious face, hahahaa as if anyone cares!
So what happened this month..... First and foremost, I have exams from next week. Yipppeee!(read sarcasm). I all about studying nowadays (sarcasm again). What I am actually doing is dreaming away my time. Oh, don't judge, as if you never did that!
Anyway, today's post is going to be about my long made statement. Remember, I was going to write a post about my fictional best friends? Yes, here it is at last.

1. Richard Castle from CASTLE - He is a mystery writer who just happens to be fighting crimes like a boss. He also has the greatest muse ever. He is a great dad and a loving son. He is super funny, good at fencing, shooting, can pick the handcuff locks and can speak Chinese. How cool is that?  And not to mention his brilliant poker skills and his knowledge of grammar. He made his living out of writing which is my dream job so he is obviously my best best friend. His mom is an actress and his daughter is super cool so imagine what fun it will be when we chill at his costly New York loft.

2. Mary  Watson from SHERLOCK-  She is a warm, friendly woman who is an ex-secret spy. She hangs around with her husband, John Watson and the great Sherlock Holmes. She looks like a person who can whip up a delicious omelette while beating up bad guys on one hand and eggs on the other. She is smart and funny and no one dares to mess with her. Even Sherlock. That is how great she is. Need I say more?

3. Holden Caulfield from Catcher in the rye- He is a teenager who has no idea what he is doing but is a nice guy. He likes kids and poetry and hates "phonies". I can totally relate.We can probably comfort each other when we are sad for no reason and then simply go around the city to look for the ducks that vanish from the park ponds in winter.

4. Elizabeth Bennet from Pride and Prejudice- She is smart, beautiful and has mouth like a whip. Handsome guys just happen to roam around her and she doesn't even care. She dances like a pro and can play some piano. She is well read and loves her family, warts and all. She is a lady of the Victorian period so I can just imagine her gorgeous wardrobe that we can share.

5. Fred and George Weasley- Technically, they are two people(wizards) but they belong together because they are identical twins. They are the most notorious students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and they know most of the secret passages and chambers of the school. They are so funny that sometimes your whole face can go numb due to laughing. Since, I am quite a goody-two-shoes, I can be the one in the trio who covers for them while they set up the prank of the century. Yeah, and their mom makes delicious food and they know Harry Potter.

So here was my list of few of the many fictional best friends I have. Who are yours?

Complex Characters

Have you ever been accused of not being serious enough? Have been asked to shut up because you talk too much? I have. And I really didn't like it.
People often talk about complex, well-rounded characters in fiction. What is special about these characters is that they are licensed to look grumpy and unpleasant all the time. And no one says "Hey grumpy, care to smile?" We are supposed to assume that they have lots of "depth" to be laughing like a normal person. Why, they are the intellectuals.  Yes, we do have happy complex characters in fiction but the gloomy, brooding and complex hero cliché has gone too far in teen fiction. The happy characters are always the best friends or jokers. And in the reviews they are called as flat as pancakes. So, today in defense of all the happy, cheery and talkative characters in fiction, I write this post.
In the real life, everyone is complex. Everyone has a history, a personality and a mind. But only a few are described as "complex" and "deep". And what's more? They are taken more seriously in every sphere of life. Unfair. Simply because all of us are not capable of mustering up a serious expression and an apparent zen-like air, we are instantly the "shallow" ones. Many of us have the grace of an overgrown baby and do silly things. We have goofy grins and loud laughs.  So, forget being perceived as deep and complex, we are described something along the lines of "litter of puppies". Sadly, these individuals are not taken as seriously as their poker faced counterparts. The "complex intellectual" puffs away on a cigarette, looking away into space, looking like they are too busy deciphering the mysteries of the universe to bother to talk to you. The clichéd brooding artist or the rebellious rock star with a painful past (Seriously, clichés bring bile to my throat). But the goofier lot are thought to be stumbling, bumbling idiots.
So, I hope that the whole of human race develop better skills of judging a person. Who knows, the stumbling goof maybe too busy thinking of various things to be watching where he is walking?

Best Friends

Today, one of my friends told me that after a certain age it becomes difficult to make best friends. I disagreed. I may not be the best judge of friendships since I have the tendency to like almost anybody and I just end up with many best friends at a time. Yes, I can see you nodding your head from side to side and deciding that I am a naïve creature who was born just yesterday, but let me assure you, I am as wise as an 18 year old gets.
The 18 long years of my life of my life have taught me that one should not restrict their "best friend" to just one person. Yes, these friendships may fade away sometime in the many years that you live, but in your head, they remain your best friends forever. Moreover, people should really have fictional best friends too.
I have had quite a few best friends in my life time. When I was 3, I distinctly remember my two best friends. One was a girl, another a boy. The girl came first in our class of  30. I was in awe of her. She had a mole under her chin and spoke only Telugu, a language I didn't know, yet she was my best friend. That is what I had declared to my mother. The boy on the other hand was a family friend, spoke the same language that I spoke and was shorter than me. I was almost his parent in school. I told him to pull his socks up and not eat his eraser just because it smelt like fruit. But I liked him equally. They are no more my best friends but I think of them from time to time.
My next best friend was Simran. She had long brown hair and held her pencil with four of her fingers instead of just three. I loved this fact about her, so I started writing the same way. The habit has never gone.
When I was 8, I met Ravleen. She was smart and loved Scooby Doo, just like me. I liked her instantly. She had buggy eyes that looked always excited. It was a sharp contrast to my sleepy looking eyes. We examined all these differences in the mirror one evening after we tired of running around my house. We were like the perfect fit of pieces in a jigsaw puzzle. We had similar senses of humor and always told each other everything. We would share interesting random facts. One day she pulled my head down to her tummy to make me listen to her gurgling stomach. It was amazing and not gross at all.
All of these amazing people have left their imprints on me and I still believe that they are my best friends. Do you think so too? My next post will be about my fictional best friends. See ya'll, bye!

Just an ordinary day

I am back! Phew! Apologies for my previous post.........

 Even though I have just suddenly fallen into the quicksand of work load, I have decided to make up for my callous attitude. Thus, here I am, typing.
As I mentioned in my previous posts, I always think of something and then start typing. But I have been trying this new thing called 'impulsiveness'. Heard about it? Yeah, yeah I am not sounding funny, I know. Anyway, I am experimenting with the theory that when you start to overthink, just stop there and do what you have just been 'thinking' about. All the 'smart people' in the world recommend to think and rethink before a blog post, so as to get the best out. Not working for me. So today, instead of pouring out my words of wisdom and 'intelligent observations', I will go on and on about what happened today, which was quite ordinary, by the way.
I woke up at 7 in the morning. Hit snooze. Woke again at 7:10. Hit snooze again. Finally, my inner voice of reason pushed me out of my bed. If you have snoozed away by this part of the post, please do read ahead. I promise there will be some movement. See, getting up in the morning is the biggest task of the day for me. What? I sleep late, VERY late. Remind me one day, I'll tell you what it feels like to be an owl.
Then I dragged myself to do the regular things, you know, brushing eating, showering... lets not get into that. By 9, I was in college. Look look, not late! Wow!
So then classes.... english literature, psychology, journalism...yeah these are my main subjects. I took a vow to never miss the classes again. Seriously, I don't like the clueless me.  It makes me prickly. I blabbered throughout the day about something or the other. That is what I do. Just imagine what cacophony I go through. A talkative mind with an oddly talkative mouth. Bad combination.
To increase this misery, I happened to travel back home in an auto where the driver thought that he had the best taste in music. He blasted blah music all the way home. I guess I am half deaf by now. At last, I reached home. At this point people say, "home sweet home", but none of that sweetness for me. I have work to do. God help me. Alright I have to go sigh in an overly dramatic way before I go neck deep in the quicksand of work.
BUT wait! I promised some movement....promises-shromises, HA!
 I guess I'm not mentally fine yet... Anyway, some highlights of the day:-
- My friend braided a beautiful French-braid for me. Sweet, Kushmi!
- I learnt that Shakespeare had a drama queen in his head. But the man was a genius! It takes talent to be able to convert the drama queen drama into a plot with sort of rhythmic prose.
- My dad brought back a pretty new top from Kolkata.
- I found that first-born children supposedly have higher I.Q's. Yay for me sis!
- It rained. Glorious rain from heaven!
And that is what happens in an ordinary day in my life. Tell me what happens in yours. See ya'll, bye!
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Sick Leave

It is often a relief when you can take a holiday from your own life. To be able to just vanish from the usual picture and conveniently hide behind the beautiful fantasies. But is it normal when you do it too often? Not that I am dissatisfied with my life, far from it actually. For the first time in my life can I say that I am truly happy. I am doing what I dreamed of doing. I have friends who are some of the coolest people I met in my life. I don't feel like damaged goods anymore. Yet..... yet I can't help but wish that sometimes I was somewhere else. Somewhere, where I would be just a spectator, just a participant observer who has no care in the world. Someplace where I was invisible.

I have created many such worlds in my mind. Some of them, I have written about. Some have heritages and stories and lots of interesting people. Some are just empty and peaceful. If its a good day, I may even give you a peak into it. Not that anyone will be interested but ,as I am tired of telling people, this is my blog and I will write whatever comes to my mind!
Okay, before someone thinks that I have gone crazy, let me tell you this, I have gone crazy. I was born crazy. And I have been sick for two days and it has been ages since I posted anything! So hell yes, I am cranky! This blog was supposed to be my "move my backside for good" project and I am already lagging behind and the world is blurry......

PAUSE. This is a post about how I am horrible person when I am sick. Don't panic, my well wishers. I will get back my senses in a few days, till then, I am floating around in my fantasy land. La la la la la.
P.S- Please don't judge. I am generally a sweet person.
P.P.S- Judge away! My blog, my rules...whatever..... Promise, I am not like this always.
See ya'll, bye! (when I feel like myself)

Weighty Issues

People love shopping. Everyone loves shopping. I don't. I absolutely loathe shopping. If someone asks me why, I tell them that shopping is just too much work( which it is). What I don't tell them is the actual reason. The real reason is the bright lights in the changing rooms.
I can't buy something that is not tried and tested, so I absolutely need to try on the clothes before I buy them and that is the worst thing about shopping. Most shopping places have changing rooms and most changing rooms have lots of mirrors and very bright lights. Okay, okay, I'll just say it! I hate seeing myself in mirrors. And as cliche as it is, I am writing a post about body insecurities. What can I say? I am a teenager and a girl, hence the body issues. Not that every teenage girl has a body issues problem. It is just that the internet has too many body issue articles floating around and body issues happen to be taking up a a huge space in my mind palace, which I would prefer filling up with other interesting stuff like celebrity adoptions and zodiac signs. So lets just get over with it.

The problem is that it is summer and need some more cooler clothes but I hate shopping. More precisely, I am not comfortable with my own body. I've been called a fatty too many times to truly love my own body. But the situation is better today than it was a a year or two ago. Atleast I don't cry in changing rooms anymore(or maybe I still do). It began one fine morning in my 3rd standard. The education boards maybe taking bold steps to make the education system child friendly, but it is doing nothing to stop the humiliation of  having your weight and height marked in your report card. Who is the sadist who thought that this was a good idea? Anyway, so our whole class was taken to get there weight and height measured. Then it was not a big deal, little did I know that this would become equivalent to hell. After the weight were taken and noted down, I asked my best-friend ,Ravleen, about her weight. She said, "25 kgs". I was 30 kgs. I asked some of my other friends, they were in the 20 to 25 range. It was then that I became an official fatty.

Fast forward a few years, dumb little boys and insecure little girls(me included) always pointed out my "extra"ness. And I would just want to hide in a cave forever. This became worse and it came to the point where I started to hate myself. Then one day I discovered that many other people felt the same way and somehow I felt a little better. Little by little I gathered the broken pieces of my self-esteem and started liking myself. What if my stomach is big, I have pretty eyes.... What if I am a bit jiggly, I have straight teeth..... The mere liking became a little more, not yet love, but not downright hate either. And then I came to college. I met lovely people who loved themselves despite there shortcomings and I decided to love myself too. I am still working on it but I am at a better place today. So maybe I will go shopping and not hate the reflection instead hate the stupid bright lights. Do you have body issues? What are you doing to come in terms with it? See ya'll, bye!

5 Ways to stop biting nails and stop world destruction

A few days ago we were doing Dr. Faustus by Christopher Marlowe  in the English literature class. It is drama about a learned man called Faustus who sells his soul to the devil in exchange of having Mephistophilis (another devil) as his servant. He signs a contract which says that he gets 24 years of life after which his soul has to go straight to hell to be damned for eternity. Now we were in the last portion of the play, full of suspense. Any moment then..... Lucifer was going to pop out to drag Faustus to hell! I could feel the fear and excitement building up inside me...it was like watching a suspense thriller, when my eyes suddenly follow my hands. There they were, perched comfortably in my mouth. My teeth gnawing away at the skin on my fingers. I immediately brought my hands down to my lap, embarrassed.
 See, this has been my problem since forever. There, I said it! No matter the situation or place, I am always found biting my nails and skin on my fingers. When I was a kid, my mother would slap my hand away from my mouth but I never stopped it there. I tried growing my nails but always failed. They would be ruthlessly mowed down with my teeth. This habit would become particularly obvious during the time of my exams. I would bite away the delicate skin of my fingers while I studied and then it would become painful while I had to write my exam with my sore fingers.
 I don't know how to stop it! But I certainly have done a bit of research about it. So, today's post is about ways to stop biting nails.

Find a substitute for your nails

One way to stop biting on your nails is to start biting on something else. I started taking a handful of rice grains and biting them one by one. This breaks the habit and you realise how monotonous it is to keep chewing rice grains one after another so you stop biting anything altogether.

Find the root problem

Many of the nail biters are groomers. They cannot tolerate something out of place. A tiny zit or a hanging nail makes them want to get rid of it. It is a mild form of O.C.D. I am one of them. A zit becomes a zit war field because I can't help but fidget with it. One way to stop this is to consciously remind yourself that more biting will create greater deformity. So just stop it now.

Use the bitter nail formula

I came across this accidently when I applied some of the transperant polish I found in my baby cousin's drawer. It turned out to be a bitter solution that my aunt would apply on my cousin's thumbnails to keep him from sucking them. It is really effective. I learnt it the hard way . No amount of washing will get rid of this and it will only be weeks after which the bitter taste will go. 

Keep your nails painted

If you keep them painted , you will not want to eat your nail polish away too. Just imagine all those chemicals going down your food pipe, you can be sure that they are definitely harmful.

Look at pictures of pretty nails

 When you see pictures of well-manicured, pretty, painted nails, you will want them. You realise that even you deserve to have beautiful hands. So why not just try to stop biting your nails. 

So these are few of the methods I hope will help me stop biting my nails. Moreover, eating oneself is not really a good thing. It is creepy to be honest. It like eating your own self in a Pacman game. A fool proof way to become zombies, isn't it? What are your ways to stop nail biting and simultaneously stop the destruction of the world? See ya'll, bye!

Travelogue of Anger

Do you ever wonder what happens to anger when you are free of it? Where does it go? Does it just vanish?
So today I decided to interview 'anger'. Yes, the anger. The one that makes us temporary fiends. Now, when I asked anger about its schedule on an ordinary day, it launched into a long story. Anger tells me that no one ever bothered to ask about its day, its glad I did. It was more of a monologue than an interview. So without much ado, lets see what anger had to say.

'You ask me how my day was? Wow! Never got asked that. Anyway, since you want to hear my thoughts, I'll tell you. You see, I never get to say anything, considering that I have no shape, form or colour, everybody just ignores me Thanks that you asked. So, my usual day is generally all travelling. You won't believe the places I go!'
'Today my day began when an old man stubbed his toe on the bed post. He yelped for help, but there was no one. And that's when I came into him. He was a grumpy one, you see. The kind that takes me along everywhere he goes, and so I accompanied him to the nearest market where he went to buy groceries. We met a sweet, middle-aged woman on the counter. But there went grumpy, old man, shouting and complaining about the ever increasing prices and the horrible service of the lady on the counter. "Phew!", thought I, "I can leave this old body at last!" And then I flew into that sweet lady. Soon the sweetness turned to sourness. But she was too clever to show it to the customers. So, yet again I traveled with her to her tiny home. In there, this lady yelled out her frustration at her son. I was happy, you see. Kids are fun! The moment they start showing their frustration, they get scolded and then no one knows how these sneaky little things let it out. Sometimes I find myself into weak animals, thanks to these angry kids who went about pulling a poor dog's tail. Anyway, so as I waited to see this kid's creative way of letting me out, I noticed a tiny, quiet looking boy in the park where my container kid had taken me. As I had predicted, the tiny boy became my next victim. Yes, this container kid was a bully. As he boxed this little kid's ears, I flew into the tiny body of the boy. "Ooh, interesting.", I thought, "This one is the quiet kind." But I couldn't be more wrong. As soon as he reached home, he beat up his younger sister. Very young kids are not that interesting, you see. They just whine and cry and frustrate their parents, that's irritating to me too. Very predictable. "Of course, I'm going into the mother.", I thought, bored. But wait... what do I see? This one is making a drawing? Now I'm no more shapeless and colourless. I am a pink flower? Okay, that will not upset the parent much, or will it? I keep my fingers crossed, " I hope the mother gets upset.", I think. But what?! I see the mother smiling as she plants a kiss on her daughter's forehead. I know then that I will travel no more today. But my luck has other plans. " Take it to your school tomorrow, darling. I'm sure your teacher will put it up on the classroom board." Oh no! Just imagine me on the board of a kindergarten classroom. Oh what a bizarre sight it would be! Like a gargoyle with a cheery yellow hat. Ridiculous! Just imagine the sight. Me, who wears both the world wars as a badge of honour, on the colourful board of the classroom. So I dreaded it. I couldn't bear to think of my badges of honour glinting in the bright kindergaten classroom.....'

Here, I let anger blabber on its own, as I stifled my giggles. The sight of anger, on the wall of a kindergarten classroom, which I hope are painted in rainbow colours, with the said badges of honour. Hilarious! On a serious note, I learnt a lesson today. Use your anger productively and break the chain. It seems like anger has traveled a lot, let it not anymore. The little girl made a pink flower, what would you do? See ya'll, bye!

My room and other memories

My day begins with "What will I post about today?" It is an interesting process after that. Simple, forgettable things catch my attention, things which my pre-blogger mind would not have bothered to note. This is making everyday a little more exciting. But today, as I brainstormed for ideas for a blog post, I could not come up with anything. This was new to me as I am generally bursting with ideas. As I said in the first post, I have a talkative mind. Nevertheless, I thought and thought, but again the results were nil. "WHAT?!", I thought. So like any sane person who is momentarily clueless about life and beyond , I googled " What to post on a blog?". Like magic, the internet churned out results. I clicked through a few. In classic Sherlock style, I said " Boring! Unoriginal! Predictable!", to the poor screen. Then a sane part of me reminded me of my non-sociopath-genius status , so I went back to reading a few more of the results. I expected some miraculous wave of creativity to hit me but none did. So I decided to just go with the flow. And voila!" Why don't I simply write about the state of my mind which is causing my wordlessness? ", I thought.
Now, I have noticed that my room can precisely tell the state of my mind. If it is messy, then I am a mess inside. If it is clean then I am sorted out. So, I looked around my room and there it was,  all messy. It is a herculean task for me to be able to function like a normal human being when my mind is cluttered, so I just stared at the furniture for a while. And then....OF COURSE! My room! My cozy, beautiful room!
So in today's post I'll write about the things in my room that comfort me, intrigue me, or simply make me , well me.

My cozy bed

This piece of furniture has been in my life forever. I don't remember never seeing it. It has suffered years of excited jumping and days of melancholy and tears. I remember imagining it to be my house under which was a secret quarter, where I hid during turbulent times of , well it depended, sometimes it was my planet breaking into crumbs and sometimes it was the big, bad monster lurking near my 'house'.This is where I sprawl lazily with a book and this is where I prepare for my exams. This bed helps me sleep like a baby every night. Now that I'm writing about it I realise how important a  part it plays in my life.

My monkey soft toy

This said monkey is called Bucho Singh. It was a name that my aunt called me. I always thought that it was best suited for a monkey, so when my uncle gifted this tiny thing to me, I gleefully named it so. Bucho, hangs on my window these days. He likes it and sunlight is good for him. I never sleep with Bucho like a good mommy should. A long time ago, my doctor declared that I was allergic to soft toys, so since then he is kept at a distance, but not too far. He is super cute and wears a red bow tie. He has a long tail but a tiny body, so it served as my youngest child in all games of "ghar-ghar" i.e, in translation "home-home". It has a permanently confused expression which makes it ten times cuter. After an unfortunate wash in the washing machine, the light brown colour over his head turned orangey-yellow. It is like a halo. So now he is cute and angelic. I love him dearly. 

Mysterious table

This is a new insertion in my bedroom setting. We found this when we shifted to our new flat. The old owners had left this table in the flat. We wondered why. Sure it was a little worn out, but not badly enough to be abandoned. This mystery intrigued me. I was a bit suspicious at first but then it became a friend. A friend, who was probably not treated well by the old owners, but holds my load of books, pens and pencils, uncomplainingly. It looks like an old soul who has years of wisdom and has seen troubled times. This old soul is now the place where my workload is frequently dumped and now has cheery, flowery designs all over it (my attempts at art and beautifying the table).

Wardrobe chair

This is an old plastic chair that was a pleasant beige colour when we had bought it but now it is somewhere between white and brownish-green. This poor chair is where all my clothes live. On most days I'm too lazy to put them into the closet so they remain on  the chair. This chair has surprised me a lot of times. Everytime I'm sure that I have lost a piece of clothing, I just have to dig into the pile on this chair and like magic, I find it there. On one of the trips from my cousins, my cousin decided that this chair was the best place to draw, so now I have green marker drawings all over it. 

The broken bookshelf 

This one deserves a whole post. It is bookshelf that has a whole lot of stories attached to it and yes, a whole lot of books too. Presently, it has become a bit crooked due to higher pressure on one side, but then it has had its glory days. There are about hundred books on it, each of which are well loved. One summer, one of the glass doors on it fell on my sister's foot. She has three stitches to show for it. I had to carry her out of the pool of blood and into the car. I remember hearing her screams when the stitches were getting done and the ice-cream treat later too. The lowest two racks were once allotted to me and my sister. So if one looks carefully, one can see the faded pokemon stickers on the shelves. 

So these are what make up my room. These have their special share of place in my heart. Do you think that these things, that remain in the background, make a place in your heart? See ya'll, bye!

Things to do when you are sad

"I am sad." said my friend today. I asked her why. "That's the weird part, I don't know why.", she replied.
Happiness. For some, it's being able to relax, for some, it's to get the best out of their life and for some, it's just being alive. Happiness is subjective. I've seen people who can smile on the most horrible days and others who get depressed if they break a nail. But happiness or no happiness, one thing is universally the same. It's the choice you make.Yes, I am saying this at the risk of sounding preachy. To be happy is a choice you make.
 So today I thought that I'd write about few of my 'secret' tricks I use to become happy again after a crappy day. Correction: when I CHOOSE to stop wallowing in sadness and be happy on a crappy day.

Read a good book

When the world seems too difficult to live in, I crawl into my bed with a good book. I recommend one that has lots of feel good bits. This helps me to momentarily forget about the 'HUGE' problems that are bugging me and just be happy about how the characters in the book are having a good time. In times like these, don't worry about the quality of the book or the storyline. Enjoy the silliness. No one is judging.

Make a stupid drawing

We lose our artistic skills the moment we start going to school. Remember those times when colouring out of the lines was no big deal? That's what you have to do. Irrespective of your drawing skills, just draw. Nobody is going  to tell you that the dog in your drawing looks more like a box. It's just you and the blank sheet. Colour away! Trust me, you are going to be left feeling like a happy, little goofy kid who has no care in the world.

Eat an ice-cream

Unless you have a cold, or are diabetic, or are dieting, or its below freezing temperature outside. Actually, who cares anyway? Eat the ice-cream!(Eat a sugar free one if you are diabetic. If you have a cold, let the ice-cream melt and then add your favourite toppings of fruits or chocolate, its yummy! It tastes like custard, only better! If you are dieting, make an ice lolly out of fresh fruit juice. Its simple, take the juice in the shape of the container you want and just put it in the freezer, wait for 3 hours and done. Just as fun as ice-cream.) This helps to soothe the inner fire caused by the frustration. Literally.

Make moustaches everywhere

Just take a stack of old magazines or newspapers and draw moustaches on every possible face. Laugh at your own silliness. You will feel much lighter, plus it's super funny to see that beauty queen with a moustache. TEEHEE. For extra fun make dialogue boxes and write funny dialogues or add witty captions. If it is good, post it on facebook. Let the world know of your awesomeness!

Cry

A good cry can really make you feel a lot better. If you can't get the tears out, watch the sappiest movie you can think of. And just cry. It will be better. Don't worry.

Talk to your pet or pillow or the blank walls

They are the best listeners in the world.

Jumping jacks

Do 20 jumping jacks in a minute and shake that sadness out of your body.

Listen to music

Listen to all your favourites. Think,"So what if today was a bad day? I have the treasure of these beautiful songs. As long as I can listen to these, nothing can bring me down!"

Watch the t.v show that you would not watch in your right mind

And then go hahahahahahahahahahaha....blahblahblah." My life can't be more pathetic than this show. So, hahahahahahahahahaha........"

Take a shower

Feel all those bad bad bad feelings going down the drain with the dirt and grime. You will come out fresh and clean, sans all the bad bad bad feelings.

So these are a few things that bring back my faith in the world and shake me out of sadness when I feel horrible. When I feel better, I feel powerful enough to tackle those bigger problems that caused my despair. What do you do when you are sad or frustrated? See ya'll, bye!

 

 

The 'Phenomena' of a Super-Geeky family

My previous post was a prayer to drive the heat away, so imagine my surprise when it started raining immediately after I posted it! It remained pleasant and cool for almost the whole day! Is a genie reading my blog? Anyway, so I don't want to keep blabbering about the weather. It is a strict no-no in interesting conversations.  A total mood killer. But I can't help it because it is an essential part of today's post.

Yesterday was a rainy Sunday which sounds ironical when you actually say it aloud. Yeah, I'm a mad creature who speaks to the monitor of the computer. I also like speaking to the t.v just like Sherlock does. I'm not ashamed of it, I consider it a streak of genius in me. So anyway, what does one do on a rainy Sunday? They camp in front of the t.v, obviously. And that is what me and my sister did. No complains when there is a Sherlock marathon running on t.v, right?
So there we were, both of us watching it with our full concentrations and we were occasionally making a comment or two on the cuteness of an actor or the sheer brilliance of the plot and the writing, when my dad comes into the room*CRINGE* Now, though he is also the type who is prone to becoming a couch potato, he hates to see us stuck in front of the t.v. Yes, I know, dad logic.
So my sister and I protest against this logic verbally, seeing it falling flat, we decide to try another technique. We convince our dad that what we are watching is very intellectual (truly), is a classic (true) and better than any show that ever came on t.v ( true again). He seemed a bit  convinced and sat down beside us. As any other human would, he got hooked. Me and sis were sharing victory smiles when it dawned on both of us.....What? We were both remembering the 'Phenomena'.
The 'Phenomena' here is that every time, us kids, find an obsession, my dad gets hooked too. And our dinner table discussions are dominated by the present obsession and my hapless mom just ends up with useless trivia knowledge about a topic that she has no interest in. In the end we become a super-geeky family. Remember my first post? This is why we are a hilarious lot!
I distinctly remember this 'Phenomena' when I discovered Harry Potter. Me and sis kept talking, thinking and giggling about it all day. We were the classic fangirls (still are). No sooner did my dad join our 'Harry Potter club', we were all obsessed with it and kept talking and thinking about it, but this time,united, as a family. My mom knew every obscure character in the series, she was not sure why though.
This funny thing happend again with Iron-Man, The Amazing Spiderman and many other times. I am predicting future dinner table discussions about Sherlock already.
Thanks to this 'Phenomena' though, I realise that maybe genes do play a role in our preferences and we end up bonding a little more everytime this happens. Does this happen to any of you? Is this a common thing in other households? See ya'll! Bye!

A Tribute to Summer

I am surprised that I am even attempting to write a tribute to the boiling Indian summer.Winter is my favourite season any day. I literally complained about the heat and humid for the whole day to anyone who would care to listen. But as I sat in the verandah fanning myself in hopes to cool myself down, I realised that there is a certain charm to summer. Though its just May and I am already dreading the June heat, I decided to write about the brighter side of the dreaded summer. Maybe, it'll make the summer a bit kinder on me.

Summer means mangoes!

Ah, the long awaited mangoes come with the summer. Throughout the year I have to relieve my mango cravings with mango drinks, which are nice in their own way, but highly unsatisfactory when compared to the real thing. So when summer comes, the whole year feels like a sweet wait. Its interesting how many ways the same fruit can be consumed. 'Achaar' with roti or rice, 'Aam maakha'( a bengali way of enjoying raw mangoes) or the simple ripe, yellow delights on its own.

No bulky sweaters

After a winter full of hiding under warm clothing, summer brings in the oh-so-cool clothing. Bright and pretty colours start ruling the fashion world. And for me its a breath of fresh air, to be able to at last wear those airy tops that din't get to see the day light for a whole season.

No worries about dry skin

Though not every one in the world is lucky to be living in a humid town like me but humid is a boon sometimes.I HATE flaky skin and summer, thankfully drives away this problem.

It is actually good for losing weight 

It is easier to lose weight in summer than in any other time. Just sitting around, sweating actually helps. This is by far my favourite way to lose weight.

Lots of cuckoo birds

 A tiny mention of the cuckoo birds who grace us with their melodious coos only in summer.

SUMMER HOLIDAYS!

Yes this one is the best! So much to do and so little time! I am a planner. Meaning? I plan things out first. But I am not a do-er. So the plans remain ineffective but the best thing is that it makes you more creative and spontaneous . And by the end of the holidays, I am successful at surprising myself! Though it may not always be in a good way. But then I have thoroughly enjoyed myself. Give me lots of books, music and movies, and I am happy.

So, these are the few things that makes the bitter-sweet summer fun for me. What do you like about summer? See ya'll, bye!

Haven for a talkative mind

I have always wanted to be a blogger. Writing out my mind has always made me calmer. This is probably because I have a very talkative mind which strings out a constant chain of monologues. Till now, only tattered old notebooks and well hidden diaries have suffered my constant entries, but now on, this blog joins the league of my notebooks.Who knows, maybe I'll be a writer someday. Though, if I have the talent and determination or not, I don't know. All I know is that, I love writing.
I am a student in college, pursuing bachelor in arts. I became 18 this february and since then I feel that it is high time that I do something instead of just day dreaming. So this blog is sort of a project to move my lazy backside. If someone were to describe me, they would call me a paradox. I alternate between being shy to uncomfortably bold. My relatives call me shy and my journalism professor calls me downright aggressive. This leaves me confused. Is that what I project? But then by the end of the day, I'm a happy girl with loads of friends and a weird, headstrong, but hilarious family. Yes, I have my bad days (loads of them), but no sooner do I find something interesting to think about and move on with my life. Like presently I' m in awe of Sherlock, Jeffrey Archer, Nora Jones and many different things, and they help me pass my day blissfully, though my holidays are getting kind of boring now. I want to go back to college already!

Now a little about the name of my blog. Sherlock fans are probably familiar with the term 'mind palace'. A 'mind palace' is a place where you keep your thoughts, ideas, memories and facts in allotted rooms or places which you are familiar with. Its a fascinating thing which you can google about to know more. I decided that if I have a virtual palace, then it should be purple, since its my favourite colour, always has been. Hence, presenting you 'Purple Mind Place'.
This blog will probably contain almost everything ranging from nail art to The Amazing Spiderman ,as I have a varied range of interests. I might also post few works of fiction which I write. I want to be able to read my older posts someday and laugh at myself or just simply feel good, like going through the old entries of a diary and thinking 'Ah, those days...' with a smile on my face. I hope that blogging turns out to be a feel good experience and provides to be a haven for my talkative mind. I will encourage any comments which are of the 'constructive criticism' variety. It will probably make me less prone to crash at the hint of criticism and steel me to future editors. Boy, I'm optimistic! See ya'll, bye!