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Can't Sleep When I'm In A Bad Mood

It’s just one of those days where I’m moody. No reason. Maybe it’s that time for girls that make them like that. Either way, its 1028 and I’m supposed to be in bed (that’s right, I sleep for 9 hours a day) but I’m not tired.

 Maybe just a little, but not enough where I want to say good night to today.  I haven't been blogging in a while and I don't know how many religiously follow it but to those who do I’m sorry for no recent posts.
Any ways, it raining outside and there is a power-cut (quite a common thing here in India) and all that could come to my head was, "okay lets write something".
I’ve been unusually quiet this evening and I don’t know why. I just don't feel like being nice to the un-invited guests at my house right now.  Any other day I would have loved company but today was just not mine. I'm sure they noticed me being a little different but hey, I'm allowed to be off-color too.

So basically, all of a sudden my mom tells me we're having guests. *yipeee* (being sarcastic) cause my plan for then was to write in this really new cool notebook I bought (yes, fact #593957385793 about me is that I have a fetish for really cute/elegant/funky looking notebooks). What to write I didn’t know but I just had to fill it up with something, and just when I was about to I have people pouring into my home.

So now I had to be with them and talk to them because they were really close to my mum and not doing the basic formalities would have just been disastrous. #avoid. so after talking to them, (although I didn't do a very good job of that) for a while I snuck out and wrote a few of my audit notes in the book and closed it cause I didn't know what else to write in it. 
Any ways so I had dinner and I’m up in my room. Relieved of all responsibilities for the day (which are probably actually nothing really) and now I'm thinking about how it is outside. Black. I hate the rain. Yea sure the earthy smell and the rejuvenations of crops and all is a good thing but I don't like it. Rain results in messiness. It results in water everywhere which make my feet wet when I’m wearing sandals. They make things all smelly when I’m travelling, and the list goes on.

This is how I feel I need to be before stepping out in the rain. Completely protected from any sort of contact with water.  Extreme? Maybe. I just don’t like rain.  In the end I do come home being wet. It doesn't help. I am still a victim of nature’s moody moments just as my friends are of mine.  That’s life, I guess.
 Ultimately, at the end of the day I am in my bed complaining about how it’s cold, dark and wet it is outside when I should be asleep.
p.s. I do tend to write a lot just when I’m about to go to sleep. I don't know why but all my energy to write something somehow comes up right then!


Plan Cancelled.

It's a Sunday and generally this is the day for most plans to work out for mostly everyone, but for me, it was the other way around.
Sunday morning. Bored.

 First of all, to go out anywhere apart from the area that I stay in, requires a lot of planning. I'm a more of a on-the-spot type of planner, of course the upcoming party on Saturday is an exception., so anyways, I was supposed to meet this girl who I met so randomly but it didn't work out cause she had a family plan come up in between and I couldn’t go too far into the city (cause I didn’t want to do a lot of traveling) so we planned for another time, being this Saturday again, and went back to doing whatever we were doing.  What’s really weird is that I don’t even know how this girl looks like. Confused? Let me start from the beginning.
I was actually dying to write a post on this incident a few days ago but I don't know why I didn't do it. Any ways, this is how it started:
I was standing at the bust stop waiting for a rather empty bus, which although might be impossible at 845 am , still made me hope, and just as I saw an empty bus come around the corner she came up to me, her face covered with a beige scarf and she asked me which bus went to ameerpet, I told her if she waited for 15 min then she'd get an empty bus and at this point we were conversing in Telugu, but when I started in English she spoke in a recognizable American accent. I didn’t show my surprise but I did know that this moment was going to change our day altogether.
 We talked till the bus came and both of got on. "I’m actually glad you're coming with me" was what she said and we sat together. She and I both lived in America (me living in Canada more though), both of us came back to India for our education and both of us were going to college. These common filters were enough to make us good friends in no time. We talked and talked and just couldn't' believe the fact that out of all the people at the bus stop, she had to come and ask me.  Then, when the conductor came to ask for our ticket, we both took out our wallets out and that was it. We became hysterical. We both had the SAME wallets! Hers in black and mine in red. Both wallets not being bought from India. That was the highlight moment. We just couldn't take in our excitement! We talked after that a little more just to realize we hadn't even figured out each other’s names. Crazy. 
Soon my stop came and I had to get down. We exchanged numbers and decided to meet up soon. That soon was supposed to be today, that soon was supposed to show me her face, but it didn’t work out. Happens. Looking forward to something too much, results in disappointment. I was kind of upset but we did have Saturday so I sucked it in and told her it was okay she couldn’t make it.

So what did I do after that? I went to the salon and got my eyebrows done, my hands waxed, came home and took a long nice hot shower and started writing this post.
The hair is supposed to look wet.


Can't Say No to Mum.

 These women make our lives not only extremely better, but also very complicated. people are always going to tell you, do what makes you happy, or "do what your destined for" or basically do what YOU want to, but sometimes I end up in that situation where I can’t just do what  I want to, I need to make mum happy as well.
For example, there have been times when my mum thinks I look better in a certain dress than the one I’m wearing currently, (note: only when we are going out for a family occasion, she tells me what to wear). I don’t like the one mum wants me to wear, AT ALL. Why doesn’t she get that?! I try telling her that I suck in it, but NO. I look so extremely pretty in THAT dress and not wearing it would be defying the ultimate power. What can I do? Since I’m not in a life-turning situation, I am forced to wear the other dress. Not wearing it would work but then I’d have to hear my mum constantly taunt me about it.  She'd probably point out how tight the dress is, or how short it is. No. I’d rather not be in that spot. So basically it’s me sacrificing my actual nice dress for a dress mum thinks I look good in.

*sigh*. Mums. Love them like crazy, but sometimes you cannot win an argument with them taking rationality into consideration, and although you so don’t want to listen to what she says about your wardrobe or your hair or your room, making them smile makes you smile, and that......… priceless.


┃★Liebster Award★┃ツ

I have been tagged by Peaches And Cream  ! I'm so grateful! Go check out her blog, she's a great blogger <3

The Liebster Blog Award is given to upcoming bloggers who have less than 200 followers.
The Meaning; Liebster is German and means sweetest, kindest, nicest, dearest, beloved, lovely, kind, pleasant, valued, cute, endearing and welcome.

Here are the rules:)
1. Each person must post 11 things about themselves.
2. Answer the questions the tagger has set for you plus create 11 questions for the people you've tagged to answer.
3. Choose 11 people and link them in your post.
4. Go to their page and tell them.
5. Remember, no tag backs!

11 Things About Me:

1. I have 2 dogs - Rocky & Juni (both male and 8 years) Alsation and Pom.
2. Once I let go, there is no turning back.
3. I am very ambitious and have BIG dreams!
4. Can't stay away from Facebook, Twitter, Google+ and Blogging!
5. Love to socialize and party!
6. I'm pretty confident about myself. :D (not bragging here!)
7. I have a younger sister who is now in grade 11!
8. I love watching cook shows (although I can't cook anything :()
9. Absolutely love Make It or Break It.
10. I'm a 90's kid, so I love all the cartoons and anime shows from then!
11. I've lived in 3 different countries! (USA, Canada, & India)

Questions from Peaches And Cream:

1.What is your favorite summer lipstick color?
A : Light pink.

2.What is your favorite place in the world you've visited?
A : Wild Water Kingdom

3. Dream job?
A : Auditor & IAS

4.Who is your favorite designer?
A : Manish Malhotra (as of now)

5.If you won a million dollars what would you buy the most? Shoes, clothes or makeup?
A : All of them!!!

6.Have you ever swam with the dolphins?
A : No! But I fed them. :P

7. What is one makeup product you just can't live without?
A : Khol

8. Do you prefer long or short hair?
A : Medium

9.How long have you been blogging?
A : A year.

10.Favorite summer beverage?
A : Nimboo Paniii (aka, lemon juice)

11.Do you tan in the bed or sun?
A : I live in India, I get tanned automatically! 

11 Questions For The People I Tag:

1. Who was your first ever crush?
2. What kind of animal would like to have as a pet?
3. If you had a chance to go invisible, what would be the first thing you do?
4. What's the name of the most annoying person you've ever met?
5. What do you like best in yourself?
6. What is your craziest fantasy?
7. If there was one thing you could change in the past, what would it be?
8. What is your favourite quote?
9. Define Summer.
10. Favourite post of yours?
11. How would you see yourself 5 years down the line?



Orange Lights.

Its 11:00 pm and I'm not sleepy. Although I've come up to my room and mentally prepared myself that I needed to sleep, it wasn't coming to me. I was there lying on my bed looking up. It was hot. Summer‘s here and it feels like a 100 degrees. My parents were chatting downstairs so the light was coming up to my right window.
 Mine were off.
 To my left, I opened the other window (since the air conditioner wasn't fixed in yet), and I could see the orange shimmer coming from the street-light. For some reason, I just don't like those particular street-lights. They seem so un-interesting and just scream lonesomeness, and that too at night, - dangerous. I stop, thinking what to write next and look around. Nothing.
There have been times where I imagine myself in some of the weirdest situations. This was one of them. I close my eyes for a second and I imagined myself standing in the middle of the main road, under that street-light, my shadow in front of me tall and questioning. I looked from side to side. 

 Not one vehicle, not one person. I was bracing myself for something horrible to happen, but then, snapped back.  On my bed, with the window open, breezy, staring at the orange again. I didn't know what I was looking for but making me imagine all that definitely made my eyes droop. With a stretch and a quick thought about what to write next, I yawned, deciding to end this sentence and go to bed. Good Night.

My New Inspiration

I've been doing a lot of blogging lately and what I notice is that my posts have very less pictures in comparison to others.  There are some blogs that blow me away by the simple cartoons drawn, and I decided that I should try drawing too.

This is my first attempt, so ..voila!

Although I don't know if I'll be drawing for every post I write from now, but let's see!

Hope you guys like it! :D


The Lady in White

All my enlightenment's and realizations and flashbacks mostly hit me when I'm travelling in the bus. Don't look lowly on buses, since APSRTC has done a very impressive job on air conditioned buses, except the minor of glitch of not having as many as metros. Anyways, that's not what this is about. Today's incident called out for another post.
Today I was stuck in traffic for almost 40 minutes, and at that point, she walked in, clad in white, I immediately noticed her, but I acted as if I didn't. She walked in with 3 of her other colleagues and only one of them had place to sit so she stood, right in front of me. I stared outside. I heard her taking 3 tickets, all the stops being before mine. I could feel her looking at me, and I knew she was also probably surprised. She did look a few times, I could tell but I decided to be ignorant about it. 
We had a bad past, and that resulted her telling me to keep away from her daughter. The reason it had gone to that extent was because there was an incident between Mrs.S's brother and my mum, to which I had to stand up and tell him to relax and back off. Being a man, his ego was hurt, and my entire speech was put on loud-speaker.  I went over to apologize since he was elder to me, but the S family being highly offended told me it was over and that I couldn't come to their house or be friends with their daughter anymore. There was a whole other after story after this particular incident but I don't think I want to get into it unless it is specifically requested. So that's that, and it’s been 2 years since I spoke to her or her daughter. I didn't really care now, and I know while I drive down the streets, music blaring and her daughter comes in front of me, I hardly even give a look and zoom past her. I know she was expecting me to stop, but I wasn't going to stop for someone who couldn't stand up and convince her mum of our friendship. Felt good to know that she is the one hurt and not me.
Any ways, back to Mrs. S, I had my headphones on waiting for the traffic to clear, I looked everywhere around the bus except at her, and for some random reason our eyes met, and we were facing each other, I sitting and she standing.  Not a fraction of sympathy in me.  Let her stand. She smiled and I forced myself to take the ear-phones out and smile back. She spoke first " Baagunava"? I nodded and asked her how she was, she said she was fine. She asked me again "Amma baagunda?", I didn't know if she asked me that on purpose or if that was just a casual question, either way my smile only lasted for that answer and then I continued to look out the window, the bus finally moving. Soon, her stop came and she was saying her byes to her colleague's, and I knew she looked back for a second, but I didn't. I wouldn't. I can't respect people for their age, my respect extends for their character, and in my opinion she didn't deserve my look. Call me harsh, I won't mind.
 She requested the bus-driver to stop the bus and then she walked down, white fading to nothing.


Another Day, Another Change : Day #7252

I hate it when my internet just randomly stops working. Pages take a million years to load, and then as impatient as I am, I just end up closing all the tabs and then click the chrome button almost immediately.  This time I decided to write another post. 
The only thing that truly kept me happy the whole of last week was that activity relating to my blog increased.  #WOHOOO. Another thing I realized was that I have now started using hash tags almost everywhere. This is the result of twitter addiction. I used to hate it entirely before, because it felt like I was tweeting to a wall, but now, I don’t know, it just feels NICE. Completely random. I know. I’ve been thinking about what to write, and there isn’t really much happening right now. 

Hmm, how about I tell you what I’ve been doing at work?

Okay, basically (overview), what I do is audit. I’m an intern at a CA  firm ( Chartered Accountancy), and we do stuff relating to audit, tax, etc etc. basically check into the financial health of a company and see if stuff are in accordance, check documents, tds, advance tax, service tax, ETC ETC. So yea, right now I’m with my colleague at a manufacturing company called “Patil Industries”. It’s HUGE, so unlike other audits I’ve been on before, this one will take time. As an auditor we are supposed to CHECK documents, but these people have to get their documents and stuff from factories that are spread all across India. We can’t audit if we don’t have the documents. WHAT’S THE POINT of auditing if we can’t check evidence?! So basically all we do is go to work at 1030 am, wait for the office boy to get us our coffee, sit in the air conditioned room, use their internet and do a little surfing, wait for lunch, go to any nice eating joint, eat, give them (company)the lunch bill ( since any company we audit is supposed to re-imburse auditors lunch and conveyance bills), then sit back in our air conditioned cabin, do a little more surfing, wait for the guy to get our evening coffee, drink and leave. People might think, OMG, you are so lucky, you don’t have to work and, you get to sit and A/c room, and have your lunch bill paid and blah blah, BUT NO. Its fine for a day or two, but then? It’s boring. I’m an intern, my job is to learn. What am I going to do when I become a CA and I don’t know the basics cause I was having fun at a client’ office? NO. I had fun but now it’s annoying. I just want to get this audit over with and go back to my own office. GET ME THOSE DOCUMENTS. #likerightnow.

Btw, the title was a much thought about thing for me because there are going to be posts about the random things I do on a daily basis from now on and I thought I should use this title for those posts too , except for the #. The # basically represents my age! As of this day I am 7252 days old!  So that will obviously change.