The last stand.

It has been too long, this negected and starved blog has been forgotten and maybe even unloved.

Many new things have been bought. Shiny shoes. A Watch. ( one with no numbers, on which I definitely cannot tell time, but it looks cool)

Henceforth please do not ask me what the time is. But please glance at my shinily shod feet.

Also notice that I have now known :

1) what it is like to have focus
2) what it is like to have determination
3) what it is like to have inspiration (all in someone else, of course. I just gape at them in awe, and then proceed to day dream)
4) what roadside chai in madras tastes like ( not so great, actually)
5) what it feels like to be paid. I dont think anyone has ever paid me before. With a cheque that too. In my own name. ( i find cheques very mysterious, and confusing. They scare me. As do demand drafts. And remittance slips. And banks, as a whole) ( i like money, though)


There have been storms and showers and horrible crazy days.
I realise that I havent written the end of sem posts, as is obligatory.


Meta-post-of-VIII-Sem.

Last sem was terrible academically, except for tax. I liked its uselessness though. I liked its quiet. And i liked its time. Vast and unending. Good sem, also bad sem.


Now that thats been taken care of, I must tell you that I have huge plans of CRESTING this semester. Through various ways. For one, I am going to do nothing. Then Im going to write lots. And get out of campus all the time. And be funner and nicer and laugh-ier.

With that promise, I now leave you. Stay in peace and come see me, in about three days.

the rest of the world.

I heard a joke today. It wasn't a joke, technically, more a witty riposte (that followed some conversation, that in other-times would have had the company in splits), along the lines of how you should never date female lawyers. Because, of course, they lose all their femininity. And are probably bitches.

Speaking of which, a friend of mine confidently assures me that he doesn't like tall women. "They're not feminine or graceful, you know?", he says. most of them are so... assertive.


Of course.

Note, I'm not complaining about any of the people above. They're good friends, nice guys, keep me company, call me at 3 am, open doors for people, are polite and nice smelling, you know? the works.

(I was however, miffed about the guy in the motorbike who zoomed in front of me today and appraisingly stated that I was a "lovely beauty" before zooming off. As if he stood a chance...)


In my cosy little room at good ol' Nalsar, gender bias is easier to fight. Of course it exists, and its also perfectly annoying, but it isn't nearly as bad as _the rest of the world._


The rest of the world judges women more harshly than it does men.
and not at their work ( atleast not that I've seen), but I think at their play. in their jokes and stories and dreams and wishes and lives.
I sometimes hate the rest of the world.