This shouldn’t do.

This won’t do.

It was lounging in its bed trapped under a mountain of blankets,listening to the rain ooutside,watching the raindrops falling from the grill to the window sill.The room was a mess.There are clothes piled up on the chair next to the table.The table is loaded with things defying the laws of gravity.The bedsheet is crumpled and leaving its mitred ends from under the bed.The coffee stains on the mug seem permanent as its not been washed for a long time,only refilled.

It trailed a finger through the screen of its desktop removing a film of dust that had accumulated over the past two weeks.The floor was littered with books of varying degree of vagueness.

This won’t do.

It thought and decided to clean up.Starting with the bedspread first,straightening the crooked balance of the phone,folding the blankets,another new mug of coffee.It proceeded to the sofa and cushions and underneath found a copy of Prophet which was considered lost.

Shamelessly,It plonked itself on one of the just-fluffed cushions with the mug spilling coffee on the just-changed sheets ..

“Almustafa the chosen and the beloved..

Taffy stuck and tongue tied

Items on my table

• one landline.I took exceptional effort in getting the connection to my room from the main connection from the road.That explains the wires everywhere.
• two cellphones
• one hpw185 flatscreen
• one diary which I used to write in First year.Stopped somewhere around 14th November 2007.
• One almost used up strip of Sominex,couple more left
• Face wash half opened
• One lemon
• one magazine
• One card in which airtel sim card fits.
• One torn  mass of my Std 9 Chemistry Record book..my sister doodles on my painfully clean titration calculations.
• Three old newspapers
• A couple of books that belong to my mom..
• One blue bag of books balanced precariously on an Oxford dictionary
• One ink stained pen cap.
• Crumbled papers
• One pencil.blunt.
• My speakers
• One hair band .black fluffy types.
• One laptop

That’s just half my table.

I’m a mess right now..Too many priorities clashing with each other in a particularly unfriendly way.

About

I am cynical of everything I see.I’m in love.I put my phone on silent all the time.I don’t return calls.I like a good book.I love coffee.I like operas and I hate God.I adore my laptop,I hate slow internet.I don’t have a political view nor religion.I think my college is stupid with all the people in it.I spent my time sleeping,and is occassionally awake at sundown.I like quiet.I do not like smoking,neither do I like alcohol.I think you look moronic when you’re all over the place.My sister is asleep.I just had a shower.

My favourite food is Caesar’s salad minus bacon plus sundried tomatoes not the cherry ones and lots of black olives.I try finding new themes for my blog’s appearance,but wind up choosing the same old one.I’m confused and hate it when you tell me that.It’s okay if I tell myself though.I hate hardwork and hardworking people.I’d like everything served on a platinum platter,I don’t like silver.I want a paycheque not that keen on a career.I want a home and no one to share it with.I am selfish and very mean.I could be really rude if I wanted to.

And I’m bored.

Stiff upper lip preferably waxed

Swine flu sucks.However,’m not complaining that I got a vaykaytion owing to this miniscule virus.

I want to study more.

Serious.Cross my heart,save my soul type serious.

I’m not too keen on joining hotels,and come on..I never was.Even if I did get a job in F&B ,we all know how pathetic I am at the practical aspect of things and yeah,I can’t STAND that long.Though it’d be nice to have a well paying sit down job preferably involvinmg use of the few grey cells I have  and does not have yelling as a part of the job description.Not asking for too much aye ?I’m stuck.

I’m Home.

I can breathe free.

I’m asleep most of the time.

Like now.

Okay…We have the H1N1 happening and we have the Mid day article here and a lost me sandwiched between a ballistic mom and a troubled coordinator.

I chose not to go for the event.

Peace.

As another buffet asignment approaches,in the memory of Internetless Second Year

We are here, in the last bench of another seemingly endless lecture feeling empty, The echo distinct.
I have to tell you what I’ve been upto for so long, ignoring my vent of pent up frustration online.
The last week was spent at Jehangir,they had this photography exhibition going on.Very neat.
I have to tell you about this painting of a rundown decrypt looking back area of a castle/really big house,all done up in different shades of brown.It was named ‘Welcome’.
May be it was the cynicism behind it,I quite liked it.Subrato Pal showcased  ‘tranquil’ upstairs .Nice.
Didn’t feel upto The Artwalk at Oberois. Felt Weird, about going there. a bit..

Today was a Monday. Read Housekeeping, Front Office,chai for 2 rupees and lots of bitching.The Fair Lady tried her métier to bring out the artist hidden in us,I named my flower arrangement ’Atrocity’ .It was condemned to rot in the dark recesses of the library but on second thoughts it was put to haunt The Office With the Books.Ain’t I proudy ey?

There was the chapter of horror last week named The Buffet Assignment. It is exclusively due to the good deeds of my forefathers and mothers that I’m alive today to tell you how <bleep> bad it was.No one had a clue what was happening.The White Slug and The Mini Slug blessed us all with their ‘wide’ knowledge on the subject of burning things.Not like I’m good with stuff,but I could atleast say that I did not mess anything up.I was put in the ‘happening’ Papad,Pickle section but ended up chopping vegetables for everything and making name tags for the items.The positive outcome is that I now know what was the menu and the negative outcomes, dear reader could fill several books the size of Larousse.
Please note that I have not read the aforesaid book, merely mentioned it to try and show some level of awareness with regards to my course contents.

Okay, this is where I slip back to the ‘What the hell am I doing here’ deep thinking mode.I don’t like it much, but it’s good to know that I still feel  like an extra piece of a cheap puzzle that doesn’t fit in,in this overrated Dump House.

Oh! And to wrap it all with a note of wisdom

‘This is my knife and not Yours’

Tootles.

Everything I do is wrong these dyas.Its like walking through a hallway full of metal detectors.All you see is “You’ve got it wrong again” written all over their smug complacent faces.It’s kind of lonely you know…If not for the voices in my head,I’d be one of those dead zombie things in that movie I saw someday.I’m bored of accusations.And I want my sleep back.Its 8.30 am in the morning and sleep has eluded me ; and I have colour wheels to paint.

The Incomplete Kitchen Journal Chronicles Part 2

Another kitchen practical is over.I’m angry and depressed and wacky all at the same time. It’s good to feel that I have the emtional range bigger than a teaspoon.Or probably I’m just nuts.But who cares anyways ?

I never knew that the protein content in an egg yolk was so <bleeping> important til today.And its not as if working my posterior off leaves me with benefits.Unless I’m into parsley potatoes and semi-cooked carrots.Which I’m NOT.If being a vegeterian (by choice) sucks,this is exactly why.

I’m always late to wake up.So I end up missing the breakfast where they serve an unidentifiable substance that forms a glue kind of mixture.And now you know what happens to me during lunch.The torture doesn’t end there.After near 4 <bleep>hours of kitchen ,we have this gem of a subject called Strategic Management taught by a guy who seemingly has a habit of laughing at everything he says and more wierdly talks and laughs at the same time and also marks people absent if they fail to regurgitate his misspelt ill -printed bunch of notes Price Rs.65.

By 5.30 you see a mass trudging up the dirty stairs with a torn tool kit,It’s me.Nice to meet you.Have a Naice Day Bastards.

P.s : All Google Image results for Kitchen is Hell givs you hell’s kitchen’s wallpapers.I hate this.

The Incomplete Kitchen Journal Chronicles Part 1

I’ve

passed second year honourably.Did well in F&B. Sucked at Housekeeping.Three weeks down third year and very non surprisingly it reminds me a LOT of first year.Bakery,Facility Planning and the new subject Financial and Strategic something something.The few things I look forward to after college also are slipping away.Can almost feel the silent  construction of a void inside.

That aside,I got a new cellphone. Nokia 7210 Supernova.

Class 8 GPRS. 5k

Enough said.

The scene in the hostel isnt BAD. as in BAD. Being one of the six third years on the floor reduces relative misery.The Filth or The Majority of it infests the first floor.Same Room number 19.Same room mates. Not much to complain about but still you’ll find me whining in a corner.I’m so used to whining about everything so often that I’ve begun to question my genetical engineering.Not a pleasant thought.

The third year bakery was “supposedly” renovated.My class was the first to “bake” in there. No exhaust fans.No fans.Scanty lightning.Drilling on the next wall.Perfect Ambience.Talking of renovations, the hostel was another area that was “supposedly” renovated,but you should know that I’ve fallen sick twice last week because of the dust and varnish remains.Renovated.<Bleep>

The monsoon is here! And this makes it hard for me to be grumpy, because really, everything is wetnewclean and the glorious smell of rain is everywhere and it’s cool. Well, while you’re indoors anyway. Outdoors is a muddy mess, and I can’t find my umbrella, so yesterday I got soaked not once but TWICE with people giving me amused looks as I searched desperately for a cab.

Will whine more later