Tuesday, December 14

Some proverbs I got off the net

"There is nothing noble in being superior to some other person. The true nobility is in being superior to your previous self."

"Life is a bridge. Cross over it, but build no house on it."

"A person consists of his faith. Whatever is his faith, even so is he."

"Do not vacillate or you will be left in between doing something, having something and being nothing."

"He who marries a real beauty is seeking trouble." :D

"One does not love if one does not accept from others."

"Smooth seas do not make skillful sailors."

"We should talk while we are still alive."

"A wise man never knows all, only fools know everything."

"Whatever accomplishment you boast of in the world, there is someone better than you."

"Instruction in youth is like engraving in stones."

"That which is good is never finished."

"To be praised is to be lost."




Wednesday, December 1

A wannabe optimist

I follow a blog with that name. I don't know a real lot about the girl who's writing it, not even her name(!), but I know she loves Jane Eyre, which is my absolute favouritest book in the world as well.

I know she's really awesome, even though she doesn't think so herself. Or at least, if she does, she gets tormented by a lot of doubts about it. She has great writing talent, and mainly, she loves writng . I love reading what she's written, and, when she doesn't update in a long time, I go back and read her previous posts-because they're so cool.

I really like the design she's used for her blog, and her post titles. I'm not going to praise her too much, because I know she doesn't trust people who compliment her a lot.

If you're reading this post, let me tell you two things- Belated Happy Birthday, and Keep Writing!

Saturday, November 20

Scorpios rule!!!!!!!!

Disclaimer: Do not read this if you're not a Scorpio and if you're fanatically proud of your sun-sign. You probably won't like me overmuch if you do.

We do.

We probably have the best sun-sign ever. Scorpions are way cooler than any other sun-sign. Yes, that includes even Leo and Virgo. The others aren't even in the race :)

Also, November is the best time to be born if you're Indian. If you're South Indian, it only gets better. You have the most amazing weather everyday(it's raining right now! I don't even have to switch on the fan!), and you have Deepavali and Children's day popping up to give your birthday company.

More than that, it's the sheer number of Scorpios that make it so cool. This sun-sign is not for those who like to be aloof and unique, it's for those who have a strong feeling of group solidarity. You almost can't go anywhere without bumping into a Scorpio or two. Which is what makes November such a wonderful month. There's a party practically everyday. Scorpios are like one big, happy family.

Scorpios are not egoistic, or selfish. Okay, maybe a little bit. But we're such fun-loving people, easily contented and we're all dreamers. And we're hard-working, and sincere, and intelligent, and a host of other things. Maybe modesty does not belong on that list though :)

It's practically proved that October through December is the best time to be born. Most of the bestest people I know are Scorpios. Let's face it: Scorpios are the best. We rule.

Again, if you're not a Scorpio and you're reading this, I know you're not going to agree. You'd say your zodiac sign is the best, or you'd think the whole issue is too trivial for words. Perhaps. But I only wrote this post to try to annoy a certain Piscean I know. I could end with a jibe on fishes, but I'll spare that for her birthday in February.



Thursday, October 21

Endhiran-how could I miss this?

I saw Endhiran!!!!!!!!!!!! At last. But it seems I was too late anyway. By the time my family and I roused ourselves and went to see the movie that's making headlines everywhere- Hindu devoted almost two whole pages to Rajni and his latest movie in Magazine(and it was a lot of crap I thought: either stuff like Rajni's losing his magic, or parallel analysing on his greatness)- it seems the first-day first-show fever was wearing off. The only wolf-whistles throughout the whole movie was when Chitti made his first appearance, and that was only by a couple of people who seemed to be there more out of force of habit than anything else.

But it was an awesome movie. I enjoyed Sivaji for the punch-dialogues and the comedy, and I enjoyed Endhiran for its ability to give clean, light and yet not brainless entertainment. Though a few scenes were just plain nonsense- don't get me started on the whole mosquito mode sequence in the middle. That scene was more than stupid, it was laugh-out-loud amusing for the sheer inanity of the whole thing. Aishwarya Rai simply could not act, especially in the last few scenes, and the songs were pretty bad, with a few exceptions.

But still, it's worth a watch. It's definitely a theatre movie, so watch it in the theatre, or don't watch it at all. And when you watch, forget the bad parts and concentrate on the good ones. There are a lot of those!

Thursday, October 14

Quotes...... love them!

Sometimes the one love you can't get over is the one love you never really had

To love someone when there is no chance of that love ever thriving, that is romance

Don't screw up the best thing that ever happened to you just because you're a little unsure about who you are

I've learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in

I don't think of you as a crush anymore... you're more like a bad habit that I can't shake

I don't know if I like you or love you, want you or need you, all I know is I love the feeling I get when I'm near you

People say whats the point in liking someone who doesn't like you back. They are right, there isn't a point. But you can't help who you like, it's not up to you. Your heart kinda just decides for you and there is no turning back once your heart makes up its mind

The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of because words diminish your feelings - words shrink things that seem timeless when they are in your head to no more than living size when they are brought out

I want to be the girl who makes your bad days better, and the one that makes you say "my life has changed since I met her"

You might just think of me as some girl... but I just want you to know, that I'm the one girl who took one look at you, and fell harder than I ever have in my entire life

It hurts to realize that them people you thought you'd love for life don't love you as much as you thought they did and can do without you as if they never knew you at all

Ever notice that the people who hurt you the most are the ones you tend to love more?

The truth is no matter who broke your heart, or how long it takes for it to heal, you won't get through it without your friends

Tuesday, October 5

The happiest things 3

My movie franchise is turning out to be pretty successful :) I thought I'd add a few things more to my 'happy' list-

26) Smileys

27) Praise

28) Being in a library

29) Having someone you haven't met knowing your name

30) Feeling like a kid again

31) Being comfortable in your own skin

32) India!

33) Being exhausted and still struggling on because you must

34) Silence

35) Rereading what you've written and finding out you weren't that terrible a writer you thought you were

Thursday, September 30

Applying psychology :)

Our mind is such an amazing phenomenon. There's just so much potential in the subconscious and unconscious mind, and one needn't know more than the most rudimentary psychology-which basically means being a little acquainted with yourself and your thoughts-to see the amazing effects of it.

We pick up literally thousands of stimuli everyday. A chance word, one little thing can really impact us deeply without us being directly aware of it. This is subliminal perception, and it's mostly used by advertisers to plant a need in our mind for their product which we can completely do without and would never have even dreamed of getting till the advertisers stepped in with their manipulative tactics.

Subliminal perception can be pretty strong, as illustrated by this example in my textbook: During a movie, the words 'Drink coke' were flashed on the screen for a time span of less than one-sixteenth of a second. That time span, as people might know, is too little for our eyes to register it, but apparently the subconscious brain, being dashed observant, registered the message as it was flashed on screen. Results showed that the number of people who bought coke or popcorn during that movie did, in fact, go up.

Unfortunately, my textbook also dashed the excitement at the implications of this message by saying that the results have yet to be proved conclusively and that subliminal perception, though important, need not necessarily work on everyone or produce a substantial change.

Yet, the effects of it can be seen everyday. We hardly remember the scenes we see everyday as we go to work, college or school, or more accurately, we see them without noticing them in any way, yet those details would be registered somewhere in our brain. Many times, we seem to know so many things without remembering exactly where we've read them. It's a natural function of brain, designed to help us survive in the environment.

I've noticed that when I write, my writing style is often very strongly influenced by the recent author I've read. That happens when I speak as well. When I analyse my writing, I can see where the influence of P.G. Wodehouse, or L.M. Montgomery, or someone else I've just happened to read steps in. Some writers have distinctive writing styles, some have wonderfully strong stories, some introduce extremely memorable characters, some new ideas or thoughts: most good writers have a combination of these. Each book is different, and each author. Some books can affect you powerfully-they can almost literally change your life; some books you would have read a million times until you have a piece that looks like something the cat brought in: yet you wouldn't give the copy away for a new one because it holds so many memories- that's why I hope Kindle will never catch on because you buy a book not so much for the story, as for the whole experience of reading and re-reading it and fingering it, and who can forget that wonderful old book smell?

I've almost given up naming my posts because I seem to always move away from the topic at hand, and then I've to label it 'random' again. But getting back to the topic I started with- it's obvious we're influenced by our environment to a great degree. But it's also true that our environment is what we think of it-so our world and all the people and every single perception we have is not the truth, but only our interpretation of everything. So if we can change our interpretation, then we change our world completely. Notice, 'the' world at large will probably be the same, but 'our' world, which is almost the same, but not quite, can be changed. And in real terms, it's almost like the whole world has been changed anyway.

Subliminal perception exists, of course, but it doesn't mean that we are influenced against our will by it, though the coke example is rather scary when you come to think of it. Brain-washing is a very real possibility, but the only way to counter it is to keep your mind open always to new ideas. It doesn't mean accepting everything you're told, but to trust your instinct on what's right and what's not.

I wrote this quote once and stuck it on my cupboard wall, and I've found it a help when I'm confused: 'If anything makes you feel bad, it's the wrong thing to do. Trust your instinct'

As a corollary: 'If anything makes you feel good, really absolutely good(and you'll know when this happens), it's the right thing to do'
If you have the least doubt about something, it's better not to do it, or at least, change it or your attitude till it feels right. Doing something while thinking it's wrong is probaby the worst thing you can ever do.

All right, the budding humanitarian signs off!








Wednesday, September 29

Do or die!

I'm back to what I do best- making lists. This time, it's 25 things I want to do before I die. Again, this can be potentially expanded to more:

1) Write a novel

2) Update my blog regularly :)

3) Go on a world tour

4) Learn to play some sport properly

5) Get my own library with all my favourite books in

6) Work in an NGO

7) Go on a camping trip in the wild

8) Do one new thing everyday

9) Sing with my ipod as though no one's listening

10) Dance as though no one's watching ;)

11) Beam a bright smile so wide it almost cracks my jaw every morning I get up

12) Buy a typewriter

13) Get a camera and carry it around with me wherever I go

14) STOP THINKING obsessively about everything

15) Get rid of clutter

Will continue the rest later. My sister is miffed for some reason at me and I've to go and sort it out. In a while :)


Wednesday, September 8

Badminton-an expounding

I love playing badminton. Is there some saying about how we love to do those things best we're hopelessly awful at? I have a sneaking suspicion I am really terrible at badminton though my coach doesn't say anything about it beyond some vague mention of practice, and my fellow students are completely expressionless when I play. Well, some of the boys laugh, or at least look as though they would snigger at any moment, but they're just kids, aren't they? They don't really matter :)

I tried playing with my sister after I decided I needed the practice and she decided she needed the exercise. I certainly gave her a lot of exercise, whatever else happened. My sister said I played pathetically, and I was surprised. I knew I wasn't very good yet, but I thought I was rather tolerable.

"Didn't I play better than you? Surely I did. Look at those high shots! Aren't they wonderful?", I asked in a bewildered, yet hopeful tone.

My sister's only response was an incredulous look that would put any doubting Thomas to shame. I could practically see her brain going "This is clearly the worst case of egoism and wilful ignorance of one's own faults I've ever seen" She always thought I was rather conceited-she was completely mistaken of course, I need not fail to add-but this seemed to be too much even for her.

So that's why I have a sneaking suspicion I'm not that good at the game. Yet, I shall march on bravely, my head held high and my confidence unshaken. Wish me luck!


Vampires Suck.............NOT!

I just saw this trailer for Vampires Suck. It's hilarious!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can't wait to watch the movie. Spoofs are generally a lot of fun if you've seen the original and you know the scenes pretty well.





Friday, September 3

I haven't written all through august

My list of posts is like some kind of decreasing arithmetic progression. In June, there were eight, then only three in July, and none at all in August. Ok, it isn't exactly an A.P. since the difference isn't the same, but that's the general idea.

Talking of maths, there was this really wonderful maths book I read recently( that is, two months ago :)) It's called 'A Certain Ambiguity' and it's written by two Indians(I forget their names unfortunately). It's a relief to find a book written by Indians that I actually feel like reading again. The only other book by an Indian author I read which I really liked was 'The TamBrahm Bride' by Kaushalya Saptarishi.

TBB is a light-hearted read, and I think will be really taken to by all Tamil Brahmins out there, as well as everyone else. ACA is for anyone who has an interest in maths, or philosophy, or both. It's not highbrow in the least, and very, very interesting. I couldn't study for my exam properly because I was so absorbed in reading it.

My sister is reading 'The Interpretation of Murder' and I want to read it because it's connected very greatly with the subject I'm studying, psychology. But she says it's rather disgusting, and I think I can believe her because Freud was known to have researched the darkest part of the human mind. I don't really want to know in any detail the horrible crimes humans can get up to, or anything about the darker side of human nature, so I'm just going to get along with 'normal' psychology. I'll have enough to deal with anyway next year when I do 'abnormal psychology'. It'll probably be interesting, but kind of creepy too, studying criminal minds. Well, when it comes, let's see.

Saturday, July 24

I know it's been a long, long time

but now I'm back to my blog again, and I'm using it as a means to keep away my boredom and keep me awake so I'll be able to actually study something and not have to lie when my parents come back and ask if I've studied. All this thanks to my exams starting day after.

But to deviate:

Psychology is fun- I love doing the project we were set. We had to pounce on some hapless victim (a.k.a the subject) and perform an experiment for advertisement recall- presenting a series of ads very fast one after the other, to see which was the most eye-catching. Well, that wasn't the project exactly but that's how I did it. I even repeated it thrice till my mother, who'd sweetly volunteered to be the subject, got quite bored and recommended me to my sister instead. I found that a good idea and I performed the experiment twice on her and once on my grandfather. No one could accuse me of not throwing my heart into the project.

One small problem though. I've lost the sheet I recorded my results on. So I've to do it all over again.

:) Yeah!

Sunday, July 4

That green aerosol spray

I've dyed my hair green.

:)

At least a part of it though.

But it isn't permanent.

Actually, it's supposed to be streaked green. I did it in a moment of madness during my school fete yesterday.

It still seems weird to me that I, of all people, am going about with coloured hair. Especially green!!!

I'm reminded of Anne (of green gables) now. She too dyed her hair green with three significant differences.

A- She actually wanted it to be black (not that I wanted green myself)

B- Her dyeing was permanent (Mine, hopefully, is temporary)

C- She looked at her hair with horror and many bitter tears (I'm full of stunned wonder and more than a little amused)

Actually, my hairs looks completely freaky, and feels like cardboard too. But it's also pretty good to look at. I'm going to take a photo of my hair and keep it safe by to look at the next time I get all impulsive and hot-headed. Maybe I'll even upload it here!

The happiest things 2

This title sounds like a sequel to some ultra-successful movie :)

I love lists. I love making them, but it is annoying when I don't get to finish them completely. That's not about to happen to this one though. There are just so many things to be happy about. I'm not in an annoyingly cheerful optimistic mood (I hope). I'm just trying to successfully apply some principles I recently learned from a book that our life is mainly determined by the quality of our thoughts. So I've decided I'm going to be happy from now on, and I'm sure it's going to work!

Back to my list. I've to start from fourteen:

14) Dressing up(complete with accessories and make-up)

15) Studying something even if you don't have to: especially if you don't have to

16) Winning!

17) Freshly shampooed hair

18)Creating/inventing something

19) Pretty shoes

20) Cute names

21) A smile

22) Packing for a holiday trip

23)A gift-wrapped present or hamper

24) Seeing someone's eyes light up at the sight of you

25) Volunteering for something!

This is by no means all. But I'll continue the rest later I think. Probably 25 more. Maybe I'll keep adding more and more, bits and pieces whenever I think of it, and I'll suddenly find one day I've written a thousand!

That would be truly magical.

Tuesday, June 29

The happiest things, in small packages

I have to study for my E.V.S. test tomorrow. Is it such a big surprise that I'm sitting at the computer instead?

I'm in completely no mood for studying. What I really want to do is sleep. But I've just eaten and everyone says not to sleep for at least three hours after eating so I've to wait.

Not that I'm going to wait two hours more or anything. I would never be able to get up tomorrow if I slept that late. Unfortunately, this constitution of mine needs a ten-hour beauty sleep to be completely functional. Since school began I've shortened it to eight. It's working, in a fashion, but a further cut would not do.

School is great. I thought it was superlative and unsurpassed when I first joined, and I still think it's really amazing. But I dislike tests and being forced to work. If I do any work, it's generally unplanned, spontaneous and completely takes me by surprise :)

I'm sorry I had to make this blog private because it's no fun writing things only I will ever see. But my sister discovered this blog o' mine, and I don't want her seeing a *certain* few of my entries I'm planning to write.

I thought I'd write a list of things that make me happy- especially since my mood has been slightly frazzled this past week and more- so I can revisit them:
Let's say a tentative 25:-

1) Writing this blog :)

2) A much-loved friend

3) Dreaming

4) A good book

5) A rainy day

6) Funny forwards

7) Listening to favourite songs

8) Exercising till the sweat is pouring out from every pore of my body

9) A new box of colour pencils

10) The colour electric-blue

11) Leaves of trees when they're clear and bright

12) Positive and inspiring words

13) A funny episode of friends

I'll have to continue the rest later. My mother has commanded imperatively that I retire to sleep!

Thursday, June 10

Pizza and a movie

I love watching movies. I love eating pizzas. And doing both together.

I'm really glad my cold has nearly disappeared and I can properly taste things again. And that I really want to.

Agatha Christie shouldn't write as Mary Westmacott-it's too depressing. And Nostradamus annoys me.

I like small kittens with huge eyes and the name of Blueberry. Also colour pencils with sweet names.

I love typical Tamil masala movies. I love happy endings.

I wish I didn't have to go to school five times a week. Surely three will be enough? And what's with teachers and power-point presentations?

My pets are the cutest little things. But I keep forgetting to feed them.

I'm writing this just like I write a diary entry. I wonder if I'm going to burn my diary one day.

Wednesday, June 9

Cold

I have a cold and I'm miserable.

It's almost impossible to have a cold and be happy in the real sense of the word. Whenever I get a cold, I just mope around a lot.

Still, it can't last more than a couple of days. I can't wait for that glorious day when I'm completely hale and hearty again.

Saturday, June 5

Adventure

I've always wanted an adventure. Ever since the first book was put in my hands, I wanted to experience the exact same wonderful events as those lucky people in books seemed to be having.

Only, nothing seemed to be happening to me, and I decided, in the manner of Mohammed and the mountain, that I would go towards adventure myself if it did not deign to come to me.

So far, so good. Then came the vital question: how?

I cudgeled my brains for ideas, and a few did appear. I think my first attempt at actually doing something came when I convinced my neighbourhood friends that we ought to do a skit for our parents and general family during the summer vacation.

Well, we eventually thought of a skit, a nice comedy play, adapted into English from a sketch in a Tamil movie, and we began practising.

We decided to have some songs and dances thrown in as well, to spice up the event, and regardless of the fact that none of us knew the least thing about dance, began our rehearsals with earnestness.

I'd seen dances on TV, and some up close as well, and thought I had it pretty well figured out. So I was appointed 'dance teacher'. Since I was also one of the few that could sing, I had to provide the live music as well.

Yeah, it seems like I did nearly everything, but I guess I was the most enthused about the project. It helped that I was the second eldest in our group and the originator of the idea in the first place.

The day arrived. My mother had kindly supplied cake and other eatables, and the other parents chipped in as well, providing seating and paper cups and plates. We had it all down pat, each one had a specific job to do, and thankfully, there was no stage fright.

I think we did a lot of things that evening, but I can only remember the dance that we did, for which I sang, and for which there was general applause and even an encore (from my mother, who else?) and the grand item, the skit itself.

Well, to put it mildly, it was a disaster.

No one laughed the whole time we were performing it, which was mortifying. I think they would have laughed, just to support us as only family can , except they had no idea it was a comedy we were doing. Later, my mother told me she didn't understand what we were speaking at all. As for me, I knew the whole thing was flat in the first couple of minutes itself, and I was immensely relieved when we got it over with.

It was really embarrassing in a way, and we never tried anything like that ever again, though we had had a lot of fun during the rehearsals. I was sorely disappointed at the skit failing, because I'd completely loved it, plus I'd been the director( in case you didn't guess). I also acted in it, produced it and was the casting head as well. Talk about multi-tasking!

But even if the event fell flat, I'm glad I went and actively did something instead of just sitting and moaning about how interesting life was in books and how nothing like that ever happens outside.

So it was a success in a way!

Back to work

It's like the holidays lasted for such a short while. My school starts from Monday, and I don't want to go! Is it possible that 3 months have passed by so soon?

Let's see, how did I occupy my time? Read a lot of storybooks, watched plenty of movies, thought of weird things to do with my cousin, slept late, generally lazed around. Why can't it last forever?

I am really excited to go to school, mainly because I'm in 11th standard and I get to study the subjects of my choice. Humanities sounds so exciting! I can't wait to study psychology and sink my teeth into Economics.

And it's a new school of course, so I can get to make new friends as well. The school seems really nice, so I guess I don't have to worry on that count.

But I don't want Monday to arrive at all!!!!! I guess I'm a little nervous of how I'll do in a new school with a reputation of having a really tough syllabus, and whether I'll actually make any friends at all

Garfield was so right. Monday mornings are the worst.

Comment, anybody?

It's a great feeling writing a blog. "Yes", I say, "my incredibly amazing writing will be read by millions of people who'll all say they love my witticism and fresh outlook on life and who'll make my blog really famous."

That's a great exaggeration, I know. To be frank, this thought was more in my dream list than any real, substantial hope.

But I did hope that I would get a few visitors at least, maybe a few comments. I was all agog with excitement when I checked back the next day, and there was nothing!

I guess even blogs need some good, solid advertising before people even come and glance over. But I swear, before a year is up, I'll have at least a 100 visitors :)

Tuesday, June 1

evasive action

I'm sitting in front of the computer and listening to some random songs. In 2 hours there's a chance I might have to go to my music class. I really have to practise before i go there, else I will definitely get humiliated in front of everyone, but by sitting here and looking busy and not thinking of it at all, I hope my mother will forget it too. *fingers crossed*

My music class has been a source of terror for me ever since i was a small kid. Not only do I nod off in whatever kutcheri my enthusiastic mother and grandma drag me off to, I'm under great difficulties not to nod off in my own class. I've been to 3 different teachers ever since I started at the tender age of 7, and i really don't know which is the worst.

Class 1: Grouped together with around 20 other students. Generally managed to blend in with the crowd during group singing, but when the time came to sing alone in front of the rest, nearly passed out. Torture repeated every tuesday and friday, no excuses. Thankfully, stopped that class ever since they started giving homework and exams(!), no less.

Class 2: The lone student in the class. Joined by two others a while later, a girl even more terrified than yours truly of singing alone, and another who hardly ever turned up. Bunked several classes on some pretext or the other. Finally, stopped classes altogether on excuse of exams( I was never so happy during the exam season :))

Class 3: Joined after two years of point-blank refusal, tantrums, excuses and even tears. Played the board exam trump-card. Sadly, even that failed to work. Only three students in class, one so good, the other two just copied whatever she sang as best as they could (I was one of those two, as you can guess). However teacher too smart for that. Made children sing alone in front of a huge crowd. Yours truly panicked and made a huge mess. Hopes never to go to music class ever again after fiasco.

Really, if she talks about having another public performance any time soon, I don't know what I'll do. Still trying to work my nerve up to the ordeal.

My first blog

I've created a blog at last! When i set out to create one, i had no idea how much time it would take to create one. i had no idea what to write in my profile- how much would be too much and how little too little? :)

I compensated by writing a little and filling what i perceived as extra space with exclamation marks and a few smileys. As for the about me space, i totally went into panic mode. A few direct questions I can answer, like my favourite books, but i had no idea what to write about myself generally. So i guess that will remain blank for a while till I can really do justice to it.