Note to self:

Learn something before you go for a physics practical exam.
It is best not to look like a deer in front of headlights during viva.
It is also best not to act half-crazed and scream in shock when your pipette falls and shatters of its own accord (this was in chem)
and it is best not to do a victory dance when you finish your ED model.
Not during an exam.

A Freudian analysis of Sigmund

Sit back and relaaaaax, Herr Freud....It's okay, you can trust me....
I have read your work extensively and have reached a conclusion of my own, however, I'd like to maybe prove it by analysing you and interpreting your dreams...
Herr Freud, I notice that a lot of your analysis has dealings in sexual perversions and illicit sexual relations. To put it rather lightly, you are rather obssessed with the sexual act, one wonders why.
YOu are married I presume?
I speculate.
Perhaps your wife does not pleasure you enough, and thus, with such a lack of sexual activity (let alone perversion) in your life, you phantasize seeing it in the lives of your patients. They may not even be perverse, but you are, maybe not in action, but definitely in thought.
Perhaps you suggested to your wife that you experiment with these perverse and horrific ways of pleasure, and she left you. Ah, definitely a man slighted thus would then long for the pleasure of being perverse and then find perverse roots in ordinary acts. Only such a man would draw an analogy between thumb-sucking and blow-jobs.
Look, Herr Freud, I don't pretend to know much about men, neither about your perverse and horrific behaviour. But I do know that you are a perverse nymphomaniac, if only in your mind. That is why all you see are perverse sexual relationships. Not all dreams have erotic roots. I had this dream last week, where my whole girls' athletic team (except me, I was next..) was brutally massacred by this lady who I used to go to for math tuitions. You may try to say that I was in love with this lady, and these teammates were my contenders, I say, flaff, utter flaff. I have no idea why I have such hilarious dreams.
Not all cases of hysteria or phobias arise due to being homosexual (unconsciously) or being madly in love with one's father and one's maternal uncle. Some dreams are just that, inexplicable.
So, I suggest you spring clean your mind, clear out all that pent-up sexual energy in you. Throw away all the porn and the back issues of Playboy I'm sure you have, and go on vacation, alone, far from the maddeningly sexy crowd.
That ends our session for today.

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Utter bull.
Brought on by reading Freud's case histories.
I'm So gonna get bashed by those psych students who follow the Freudian school of psychoanalysis...
(yeah, I do this when I'm supposed to be studying.)

The fine print.....

Found in the Mumbai Mirror classifieds by yours truly......teeheehee.....

"LOVE park get complete relaxation full service of massage trough herbal cream and oil by smart decent, English Spkg,edu.Also well co-operative beautiful Male/Female in 3 to 5 star hotel guest and posh area over mumbai 24hrs service call Boby-9892336282"

Beautiful male/female? creepy, which one?

"International escorts
A to Z service
your search for
be cool and complete
sensuos decent
Young lovingness
&smart M/F
masseurs
get full cooperative
enjoyable
service 24 hrs"

"decent", next to a pic of a rather hot chick in a bikini thing.

Sweet. there are about 20 of these ads out here....for some reason they greatly amuse me...
hehehehehehehe......
mwahahah

Pretty, Innit??

Beauty....
Swirls of something forgotten....
Lost in the depths of time.....



grmff.....would have been happier if it was a little better focused....Took this shot with my phone cam (see this is how it's useful).....
kudos to someone who can guess what it is.

But yeah, it's a beaut.

Arm yourself with chocolate, girl....the exams are coming....

Yes, they're back, the scourge of studentia......
Ugh......
It's ok, I'm surviving....
As mom laughingly observed, whenever exams approach, I need chocolate. Lots of it. Last year, I ate only brownies (very very dark ones, so dark I was the only one who could tolerate them) throughout feb and March. And I LOST weight. Impossible. my metabolism is tres tres weird, I tell ya......
This time, I haven't made brownies yet, so the addiction has now turned to chocolate croissants. And muffins. And coffee, sometimes.
Darn these exams.....Wish I could fast-forward through them.
On a different track, today I feel lighter than I have in ages and ages. I feel free. I'm happy.

Of Au revoir and Amour

Yea that's my version of Susan Death (refer Soul Music)

Of the Farewell 2008 I shall say little, except that for the 12ths it's an occasion to look hot and be all nostalgic, and for the 11ths it's just a good reason to look hot.
So look hot I did, Seriously I looked good and I was too too happy....
Prisoner of my insufferable narcissism is what I am....
All the 12th std guys looked so hot in their ultra-formal suits....I was just standing around guy-watching, trying to make out individual forms through that seething mass of black....and then babe-watching as only girls can, checking out who's wearing what, checking out who's checking me out...
I didn't go for the After farewell party, stupid stupid me, it just registered that this was the one I'd really needed to go to.....because I didn't get to talk to the 12ths much....
And there were those who I wish I'd known better.....and I told them that...at least, I told one of them....

Of Amour....
Well, Firstly, happy Valentine's day to all! I know it's hopelessly overcommercialised and all, but it's still a day to show people I love them.
Here, I'm going to be rather cliched and dedicate some songs to those I love most.....

To Sneh : Hips don't Lie, by shakira
To kay and bhaiyya: You and Me by Lifehouse (fingers crossed here....)
to Rushi, that boy who doesn't believe in love : Nothing else matters, by metallica (she ain't the only girl who likes metal, you know....)

to Aiman, I give: My immortal, Evanescence



I love you all, more than you'll ever know....
There you go, now that's done....
I had a lot to say today........but like water from a seive, it all dripped out of me....the vague emptiness is back, just vague though...the monotony is back worse than before...
and once again, I look at the books, I panic, and I miss that bitch of a city called Mumbai more than ever. Ah, to sink into her anonymity, solitude in the crowds.....I tell ya, I so need that....


Independence.....


It's not as easy as you think, they tell me....But I want it....I'll do it...

A change of Season

I try to soak in the heat from the deceptive winter sun before a chill wind takes it all away, I'm not too sucessful.
It's colder than ever here, about 11 degrees. I'm an icicle. Visions of grande vanilla mochas float before my eyes. Visions of being wrapped up in never ending hugs to shield me from the cold. Visions of sitting on the bed, wrapped up in a huge blanket, with someone to hold. Someone nice and warm. And my mocha.

Blanket+Mocha+hug= Reasonably tolerable winter. I might even enjoy it.

But alas, the only ones who wish to envelope me in their not-so-warm embraces are the physics, chem and math. Ugh.

I've always been terrible with cold. Maybe it hits me worse coz I'm so thin, the chill goes right through. It's not even like a Delhi winter, those are cold and kinda stationary...(I pity all you Delhiites right now) I've been to Delhi in winter, for about 2-3 days at a time, and the last time I was there I was wearing 3 layers and I was still freezing!
But here, it's windy. You get those precious golden rays at like 10 am, but then this wind comes up and whips it all away. I curl up and shiver. My winter wardrobe is nonexistent. Apart from my fave Puma double-sleevie thing.
I think my mood differs with season.....I love the heat. LOVE summer. Especially here, where I can feel the burn on my face and my arms (Ironically, the only place I got sunburnt was in Himachal Pradesh. Bharmour. And I live in a country where peak summer temperature is 45 degrees) Sadly I never get to enjoy the full summer, when it's hottest here, I'm in Mumbai, on summer vacation, hiding from the rain.
Brrrrrrrr.
I want to hibernate for a week. Muscles all stiff.
Wake me up when this winter ends..........


Anyway, the tuition teachers have got me all freaked out, so for the first time in my life, I'm going to make a study timetable. And stick to it.
Or try.
Wish me luck........