20 Questions - (un)popular opinion

I am feeling awefully candid today. So here is a list of questions I'll answer, depending on the demand for the question. I'll update the answer in the post, as and when the question is chosen.

Send me a number and I’ll tell you my unpopular opinion (each person gets to chose only 2 numbers):
1. A crazed-over television program you do not/never cared for.
2. A color you think is over-rated.
3. A selection of celebrities you don't give a rat's add about.
4. A pastime you 'don't get'.
5. A habit you can't stand.
6. Something you really like doing which everyone else around you cribs about.

• Waking up early in the morning. Been the eternal wake-up call and have been sworn at, gotten things and tantrums thrown at meself . #jobhazard.

7. Your favorite household chore.

Getting supplies and storing up the fridge.

8. Popular websites that make you go 'blah'.
9. White chocolate or Salad?
10. A sport you don’t like, for whatever reason.
11. A body part you really like, for whatever reason.
12. Something that people always tell you when they meet you first and you hate.
13. Choose three not-so-positive adjectives for yourself.

These are not exactly three words but its my game and i m allowed to break my rules!

• Impatient and impulsive.
• tending-to-unsocial
• Queen-of-digression-while-story-telling.

14. You wish you are never a Corporate Hotshot.
15. A classic must-read did you last read and absolutely hated?

• Ulysses -James Joyce

16. Something that people around you are good at or at least try their best to that you hate and can't get around to do it.
17. A color that you don't like wearing.
18. Something that you'd really enjoy eating that most of your friends would go 'yuck' over.
19. A celebrity crush that maybe even you don’t understand.
20. Uninhibited  rant on whatever crushing your cookie at the moment.

All colors, violent colors in my head when I think of the crusher. Good thing. Because words would have confused me and not blended in so well. The nerve behind my ear is about throbbing so hard it's as if it'd burst out and all the colors' would splatter slowly  forming almost legible words; trying albeit not entirely successfully to pass on the message.

Breaking the rules

Hand placed yearningly on the windowpane, like Caesar the chimp; I sat watching the raindrops fall. True they are governed by gravity and must fall but stuck at office, the raindrops felt as free as the wind.

I grabbed my favorite cup of coffee and walked out purposefully to sip it, royally, in the rain.

If you or anyone you know has written a Friday Flash 55

Please tell The G-Man , like I did.

(Almost) wordless wednesday

Godot or something like that.

(Previously)

There was a picture on the wall of a little girl turning a page of a book that seemed heavier than she was. Below the picture there was a table with shreds of important looking paper and blots of poetry-filled ink. This starts like an episode worth remembering, like a moment a photographer would like to capture for it had the air of the antique and the elegance of the sublime.

The winterlessness of the summer and the twilightlessness of the evening made it easier to long for an event, something out of the ordinary. The thing about boredom is that it makes one unavoidably curious. And curiosity, as we all know, kills the cat. The cat did die, in spite of the nine life myth.

(Then)

John- no, none of the famous one(s)- returned home to find the cat dead. It has always been dead. It is a picture of a dead cat for chrissake. Why would he have a picture of a dead cat hanging on his living room wall? Well, his dead almost-girlfriend-whom-he-was-still-in-love-with loved cats and he had never forgiven her for dying. So it goes . Anyone else would have at least waited till they had gotten down to the act so he would lose probably the only chance at losing his virginity. That bitch. It’s no fun being a 37 year old balding virgin who doesn’t have the nerd-genius tag to use as an excuse for his ‘condition’. 

Coming back to the dead cat, it was probably John’s twisted sense of poetry or humour, whatever you would like to call it, or maybe the cute shopping assistant at the bookstore that John to buy the picture. Not that it matters. What matters is why would the bookstore have a big poster of a dead cat for sale? Now that is twisted.  So the cat is dead and the dead cat is photogenic- yes, the cruel universe!- and John would certainly prefer to have its picture hanging on his wall rather than his own miserable self’s.

(Now)

The thing about boredom is that it makes one unavoidably curious and although the winterlessness of the summer and the twilightlessness of the evening made it easier to long for an event, something out of the ordinary. Nothing really happened.  No one came, not even Godot. All that one could say, even with the underlying curiosity and longing for something extraordinary, was that everything was hopelessly ordinary.

Urban gyaan -I

I sometimes marvel at the infinite hope that student, all over the world and in all generations, have that a miracle would suddenly decide to do what they themselves didn't do for days/weeks/months - finish their assignments or study for the exam - on the morning of the D-day!

I say hope because it can't simply be a case of over-confidence or sheer indifference. I reject the first because most of us are smart enough to know that our IQ hasn't gone up exponentially in a matter of a few hours to able to finish the work required in a couple of hours. Second, it can't be indifference because even when we are lazing around, watching movies, dozing off every 3 hours, going out for coffee/brunch/dinner(we gotta eat, in'it?) or even just lying down staring at the ceiling, it is work that we are thinking about. Coming up with schedules, plans A, B and X to not only finishing the work on time but to do it so well that we'd get outstanding grades for sure.

Polithinks: Hope is the mother of procrastination.

Walking in Someone Else's Shoes

She's had a bad day since morning. Cold, fever and thousand tiny chores. She craved for a good meal.

Flips open the phone

*type type type*

'Lunch date? My treat. I know u r busy but don't say no to amazing food and a surprise date with a hot (quoting u) girl! ^_^'

*send*

*wait wait wait*

*no reply*

thinks-Now I know what it feels like to get ignored when you ask someone out.

Empathy for all the guys I've rejected in my lifetime. I like to walk in my heels better than their shoes. *sulk sulk*

*BEEP BEEP*

She opens the text which reads- 'Someone else found your text mysteriously. This is Chuck Norris inviting you to join him for dinner tonight.'

thinks- 'I definitely love walking in my shoes!!'

The (Happy) End

p.s: 1)the story isn't complete without the link attached.

2) I am not really a pro at coming up with PJs. I am trying nonetheless.

The world is not a pair of chopsticks

A face is not a gaudy sports car
A scar is not the goal
A poll is not some rolled up dope

Hope is not an effective aspirin
A hairpin not a sheath
The teeth that shine brightly this eve
show the sole is not a gift.

A list

• I am bored of hearing my voice.I am bored of my ideas and my thoughts.
• I am bored of the colour green.
•  I am bored of all things 'meaningful', 'right' and 'good'.
•  I am bored with all the frigging games and all the applications that apparently keep my mind off of all things depressing.
•  I am bored of thinking about food to keep my head from exploding.
• I am bored of having to oil my hair every other to day coz the weather here is so fucking dry.
• I am bored of using the same shampoo for  'oil my hair every other to day coz the weather here is so fucking dry.'
• I am bored of the setting in my room.
• I am bored of the internet.
•  I am bored of the goddamn feelings that take up so much of my time.
• I am bored of my toothbrush(I want one with purple and black stripes on it)
• I m bored of speaking the languages that I speak.
• i am bored of the stretch of road that connects my hostel to the mess.
• I am bored of the of all the 'days' (valentine's day, rose day, teddy day, hug day, kiss day...somebody even wished me a 'happy condom day'!!! wtf..I didn't know Archies and the likes have turned into friggin' drugstores. :-/)
• I am bored of not finishing my assignments on time.
• I am bored of having to answer my phone and the door.
• I am bored of the girl next door, trying to, ever-so-generously, entertain me with a free show of her 'koochi-ku' sessions every evening in front of my door.
•  I am bored of  thinking and attempting to solve supposed-existential problems.
• I am bored of seeing my fingers type.
• I am bored of trying to 'live'.
• I am bored of the menu of my favourite dine-ins/take-aways.
• I am bored of all the cliches and more.