A deactivated facebook account and its after-effects

“Wtf y wat happ? r u goin crazy?? u r weird man”

“u were addicted..accept the fact ;)”

“yeah I understand..life has become SO mechanical with fb n all yaa”

“arre your profile was my sole entertainment..you have some responsiblities” and

“stop doing break-up stuff”

..among the many others.

Believe me it’s just not easy convincing people that you deactivated your facebook profile jlt. With your life absolutely normal, no drama, no break-up stories, no suicide attempts involved. Tough! Very. And well, just like that is a good enough reason now, ain’t it :)

Now for the curious ones..No, it’s really not all that tough to sacrifice your account under that lame reason (for everybody who actually believed it) only until you’re messaged by a friend asking you to checkout a certain hilarious status and the comments following thereafter or wanting you to comment on a new (hot) display picture. After a very short explanation why you can’t do just that, accompanied by a smiley, follows the expected why’s and why- the-hell’s. Tough!

On the other hand, while a person is still trying hard to not think about the deactivated things in life, facebook screams for attention..and how! ‘Facebook Mobile’ strangely still works. For good or bad nobody knows. But COME ON now!! My profile is supposed to be deactivated. D E A C T I V A T E D. If only they knew what that meant because a message on my cell that remotely says “Gallery BMB is looking for artist assistants ..” isn’t very easy to ignore, u know :\

But life, as we know it, gets easier to deal with when you decide you don’t care. And THAT is exactly what makes it so tough. Very!

Define:Ego

As I type this into Google I realise its either me who has a big one (an ego), or the one on my mind right now, who has a bigger one; for the fact that I typed THAT into Google to know what it actually means. Yes, I could act jobless at times. Anyway, so Google says Ego is “an inflated feeling of pride in your superiority to others” and/or “your consciousness of your own identity”. For reasons known only to me, I’d want to buy the latter of the two.

Cool! So ‘my consciousness of my own identity’ is what it is. And all this while I thought it was a friendship gone bad because I had nothing in common to talk about any longer & because the ‘friend’ had other she-priorities in life. Silly me!

Now, coming to think of it, why did my consciousness suddenly creep in after more than 8 odd years of ..umm.. ‘the-state-of-being-friends (or friendly)’?? Well, knowing that I’ve been back-bitten for the most outrageous, 5-years-old-ly reason was too much for me to take. Now THIS could be my “inflated” feeling of pride because Dude! You seriously need to grow up..and fast!

Today, knowing the existence of the oh-so-many possibilities of being back-bitten yet again I give a – (Beeeeep)! Because self-respect is something I’m never planning to lose! Not even to you..

And now, having written all that, I’m sure I’m going to think a million times before posting this piece :\

Ahh well, the Bitch-part of my brain does seem to have won the brawl against the Good-part ;)

FYI my life just got better..

Happy Reading!

Because good music sells

Plain chocolate cake- The second attempt

..and NO! I haven't had a heark-break..its only for the effect :D

“A dog is not considered a good dog because he is a good barker. A man is not considered a good man because he is a good talker.”

- Buddha

Hollow Bamboo

Honestly I have never been into music much, leave alone instrumental music!

Fortunately, I happened to stumble upon this Flute-God called Bikramjit Singh a few months back; but what made me share it here on my blog is that, I now realize only after meeting him personally how heart-achingly sweet this person is (it's perhaps the mountains he has grown up around)

Enough said! Give ear.. Official site

You know you're privileged when..

..you get to slide your nose against the cold misty window pane

..you get to have a midday nap

..you have your girl gang when you need them or even when you don't ;)

My "love" for Mathematics

A bowl of happiness for the mid-week blues

It rains, and how!

I dedicate this to all those who aren't too fond of rain.. like me :)

Walnut cake - The first Attempt

A terrible first attempt i admit *Grins*

Check out this space for the next version.

My evening walk sometimes ends up with this..

For all those who share my love for these yellow-hearted little things called Plumeria aka Frangipani.

My Evenings..

The Grill, Glass Panes, Marble Sill, Resting Arms, A flower pot, A coffee mug, Love In The Time of Cholera, Breeze, 6.00 PM, LIFE!!

5 Things to do when you own a li'l earthen pot

1. Store some water for at least 7 hours and dip your fingers in it. Bliss! ( Of course you don't need to drink that now. Teehee!)

2. Sprinkle some water on the outside when it's TOTALLY dry and smell it. And thats just in case you miss the first rains and the fragrance it gets along with it. (I could die for it. Honest)

3. Paint it!

4. See it getting cracked after the damage you just did, especially if its an un-baked pot.

(Mine was!) *Grins*

5. And finally, now that its broken add some water and try re-building it :)

You'll either end up getting a brand new pot or a feeling of eternal bliss while smashing the pot!

Your heart just breaks, that's all.

But you can't judge, or point fingers. You just have to be lucky enough to find someone who appreciates you.

By the way, about the painting that you see above - well, this was one of the first paintings of yours truly made a few years back.. the time when I thought I couldn't paint :)

When God gives you lemons..umm..never mind.

Being the inaugural post to this blog I created out of boredom, let's start with something healthy.

For starters, go get yourself a dose of vitamin C when you read this. After all who wants a dehydrated visitor ;)